shamed, and that's just not something I can do. I know we're in America and should be following American customs; but my parents are both from Taiwan, and that kind of stuff is still very much a part of their history and all that. So no matter how much I want to make love with you, Dan, I just can't – and that's what's making me crazy.' she finished, dropping her head again – but not before Kelly and I could see the tears forming in her eyes.
I got up and went over to sit next to her, and after a token objection, she let me pull her onto my lap so I could hold her. I kissed the top of her head and said 'Claire, there's no reason to bother yourself about all this. Never, ever think that you should, or have to, make love with anyone. Everything you've said and done tonight has told me that you love me – and that's enough for me. Please, please don't hurt yourself thinking that you have to do something just for me.'
'But I do love you! And Kelly, and Jan, and everyone else!' she told me, as she cried into my chest. Well, I'm waterproof, so I didn't worry about it.
'Claire, none of us would ever say anything to you that you should do anything to hurt your family. Something that all of us believe is that if you love someone, you respect them. It sounds to me like you love your mom and dad' – 'I do!' she declared – 'so that's all the reason you should need not to hurt them. If you want to make love with Kelly or Jan or any of the other girls, you can do that without having to worry that you won't be a virgin afterwards. Heck, even if you want to be with me, we can still do things that won't change you that way. Dear, the only thing that matters to us is that you love us, and let us love you.'
She cried silently for a bit before telling me 'But I want to make love with you – so you know how much I love you, too.'
I hugged her and said 'I know you love me, Claire – really, I do. You love me with your heart, and with your mind, and those are the parts of you that I treasure most. It's the love of your heart, not your body, that's important to me.'
'But I want to give myself to you, like you gave yourself to us!'
'You have given yourself to me. You've given me your love – and that's enough for me.'
'It's not enough for me, though! I want to be with you physically, too!'
'You are with me, physically. Am I not holding you now? Haven't we kissed? Don't you think I'll ever hold you or kiss you again, ever?'
'That's not what I mean, and you know it. I want to have orgasms with you, and help you have climaxes, too!'
'Claire, we can still do that – we just don't take it all the way, is all.' I answered.
'And that's the problem: I do want to take it all the way, dammit!'
She was starting to get a little mad – which was an improvement over crying, as far as I was concerned. Kelly knew how much of a softie I was when there were female tears involved, and thought it was amusing. My marshmallow-ness around tears was why she was always the one that had to handle our daughter's misbehavior: Janet would start crying, knowing that she'd done something I didn't approve of; I'd start to melt, and wouldn't be able to punish her as I should.
'But you know you can't have what you want. So what are you going to do? Take what you can have and enjoy it as much as possible, or stay upset?'
Put that way, there wasn't a whole lot she could say – the choice was simply too obvious.
Claire gradually got her sniffling under control, and accepted the tissues that Kelly had fetched for her. After drying her eyes and blowing her nose, she finally looked up at me and said 'I'll take what I can get, and be damn glad for it.'
She hesitated for a moment, then asked 'Can… can we do it now? Tonight, I mean? I can call my folks and tell them I'll be late and it'll be okay; I told them I was coming over here, and they didn't mind at all.'
Where Claire couldn't see her, Kelly was nodding to me to let me know it was okay with her, too. I lowered my head to give Claire a kiss on the forehead and told her 'If that's what you want, then that's what we'll do. Go ahead and call you folks, if you want – you're welcome to stay here as long as you want to tonight.'
With the promise of good times ahead of her, Claire quickly called home to speak to her parents. Her dad answered the phone, and was initially concerned that she was intruding. Kelly and I both assured him that she wasn't; satisfied that she wasn't bothering us, he readily gave her permission to come home at midnight, instead of her usual ten o'clock curfew.
With that out of the way, Claire visibly relaxed. I took her into my arms again and gave her a hug before the two of us gently kissed. When our lips parted, she looked up at me and said 'Thank you, Dan' before turning her head to thank Kelly, too. Kelly came over and kissed her before saying 'Its okay, Claire. Let him love you, love him back, and enjoy yourself.' before heading into the kitchen on some pretext or other.
When she was gone, Claire looked at me again and after a moment asked 'Can we… go now?'
I answered her the same way I had Crissy: by scooting forward, putting my arm behind her legs, and standing up. With Claire being so much smaller than Crissy, it was a lot easier to accomplish. Claire looked at me in surprise – which turned to delight as I carried her back to the bedroom. I closed the door behind me with my foot, then carried her over to the bed, setting her down before taking a seat next to her. I took her hand in mine and kissed it before telling her 'I meant what I said, Claire. I do love you, no matter what else there is with us. If all I ever got to do with you was hold you on my lap and kiss you, that would be all I need – because I know that you love me with your heart, just as I love you. I love you enough that if you want to stop this at any time, I won't be upset or angry or anything else – I'll still love you.'
She smiled at me before answering 'I know you love me. You've already shown me that in so many ways, and now I want to show you that I love you, too. I can't give you as much of myself as I want to, but I think you really understand why, so it's okay. But I want you to know that what you do get of me, I'm giving you with all my heart.'
I lowered my head and kissed her – and she kissed me back, our love for each other growing with each passing second. When our lips separated, I asked her 'What would you like us to do?'
She gave me a shy smile and said 'I… I want to watch you take your clothes off – then I want you to watch me. Not like a striptease, but ordinary like – and slow.'
I didn't bother saying anything; I just stood up and did as she wanted – undressed myself, slowly, just for her. By the time I was done, I could see a faint blush of arousal on her face, and I knew that I'd gotten it right. She got off the bed, then gestured for me to lie down; when I was situated, she began taking her clothes off, too. No, it wasn't a striptease – somehow, it was far more intimate and personal as I watched her unbutton her blouse and slide it off, then reach between her breasts to unhook her bra – but not remove it. The skirt she was wearing was next; unfastened and unzipped, she let it drop to the floor so I could see that she was wearing a pair of pale yellow, French cut panties. Only then did she reach to her breasts and pull the cups of her bra out of the way, revealing the small mounds of her breasts, and the small dark spots where her nipples were. When she'd removed her bra, her hands went to the waistband of her panties, she slowly slid them down, gradually revealing the narrow strip of her long, wispy pubic hair. Once they were past her knees, she quickly stepped out of them leaving her standing there exposed to my gaze. I let her see me looking her over, and when I got to her eyes, I could see how pleased she was when I told her 'You're lovely – just like I said you were that night you all had your anatomy lesson. Remember?'
She smiled and answered 'Oh, yeah, I remember! When you had Evelyn stand up, and told us what you saw, I thought you were just blowing hot air. But by the time you were done – particularly after you noticed all those differences between Sheri and Crissy – I knew you weren't; and I knew that you really did think I was as pretty as you described. Sometimes I noticed you looking at me; but you always behaved yourself. I mean, you never did try to grab my butt, or rub up against my tits or anything. You just treated us like we were people, too, and respected us.'
Grinning, I asked her 'Is it okay if I grab your butt and rub up against your tits now?'
She laughed – a delightful, tinkling sound – and came over to the bed before saying 'Yes, now its okay!'
I reached out and surprised her by putting my hand on her waist first, enjoying the feel of her warm smooth skin. She stepped a little closer, and I heard the intake of her breath as I slowly reached around to hold one cheek of her cute little butt. After a few moments, she put her hand on mine, holding it in place on her ass as she climbed on top of me. Lying on me, she asked 'How about if you go ahead and grab my butt, and I'll rub my tits against you?'
I could feel the hard nubbins of her nipples pressing into my chest, and looked forward to the feeling of her
