my 'escape', she gradually moved forward to rest against Sandra – even moving her arm to cup a breast when she could.
Once past their torsos – I couldn't help but kiss the top of the cleft of Sandra's ass when the chance came – progress was a little faster; finally, I was able to get up and head for the bathroom.
With space available for intake, the next goal was the kitchen, and some coffee – with a detour to the other bedroom, where I saw Susan, Jan, and Robyn, in a tangle of arm and legs, all holding each other. There was a temptation to eel myself in among them, but it passed, and I continued the trek to the kitchen. With the coffee started, I grabbed a robe I kept by the front door, and went out to get the paper; the carrier had learned to keep it on the porch after several calls to the delivery office complaining about it being on the sidewalk, in the gutter, and on one memorable occasion, on the roof. In return, I paid the bill promptly, and gave them a nice tip at Christmas.
After looking over the front page, I left the paper in the den as I went into the kitchen to get myself some coffee. It wasn't quite done brewing yet, but there was easily enough to put in a carafe, which I did. With a supply of coffee and cup, it was back into the den to read the paper – comics, editorials, then the rest of it. I'd just finished my second cup when Susan wandered in to the den; when I saw her – rubbing her eyes and yawning – I told her 'Good morning. Grab yourself a cup from the kitchen, and have a seat, if you want.' She blinked a couple of times, then poured me half a cup of coffee before taking the carafe with her to refill it when she got a cup. When she got back, she topped off my coffee and poured herself a cup, as well, saying 'I went ahead and started another pot – I expect the others will be up before too long.'
I thanked her for the coffee, and saw that something seemed to be on her mind.
I set the paper aside, and looked at her carefully as I asked her if there was something she wanted to talk about.
She looked at her lap for a moment, then said 'Well, yeah, there's something I wanted to tell you, is all.', before looking up at me and hesitantly asking 'Uh, is it okay if I sit in your lap, first?'
I smiled at her, and said 'Of course! I'm always happy to have a pretty girl in my lap.'
She got up, and started to sit down on my lap sideways; then changed her mind and sat down facing me, her knees on each side of me. This was something new – since the sleepover, she had always been wiling to sit next to me, and have me hold her and touch her casually – but had*never* sat on my lap before, much less so directly and openly.
I gently put my hands on her hips, and waited patiently for her to say what was on her mind as she sat looking toward my chest.
After a couple of false starts, she finally spoke, saying 'As I was going to sleep last night, I realized how right Candice was about the mistakes we made, and how much you and Kelly must love us to give up your time together to make sure we got to go to the Prom last night.'
'Susan, we DO love you, and it really wasn't a problem for us. I expect – I hope! – that Kelly and I will have plenty of special times together.
We love you – all of you – and we were both glad to do it. Don't worry about it, okay?'
She nodded, and then went on to say 'Well, it still made me realize how much you love us, and how much I love YOU – you and Kelly both, I mean.
And it made me want to show you – both of you – how happy you've made me feel since I started coming here.'
'Show us? How?'
'By, uh, making love with you. Uh, both of you, I think.'
I took her face in my hands and lifted her head so that I could look into her eyes.
'Susan, whatever else you do in life, do not make love with someone because you think you owe them something, or feel that you 'have' to, for ANY reason. If you want to make love with Kelly or me, do it because you want to, out of love, and because it would make you happy to do it. Anything else is only sex – the physical act between two people, done out of debt of one to the other – which is nothing more than simple prostitution. And that is something that I have no interest in, whatsoever – nor would Kelly.'
Her eyes misted over, and she didn't lose eye contact with me as she said 'I kinda figured that out, and that's what I'm saying – I DO want to make love with you because I love you. It's just that it wasn't until last night that I finally realized that I did love you enough to want to do that. The only thing is that I'm still scared – that you won't like it, or Kelly won't, or even that*I* won't. I know that everyone else has said how patient and gentle you are, but I'm still scared. Not about being hurt physically, or anything like that, but that I'll do something wrong, or go too fast or too slow, or something.', before dropping her eyes again.
'Susan, look at me.'
She raised her eyes to look into my face, and finally, my eyes. She must have seen the care and concern there, because she visibly calmed down as I started to tell her 'Susan, making love is just that: making love.
It's the physical expression of what's in your heart – nothing more, and nothing less. Do you think Kelly could ever do anything to hurt you?'
'No, of course not.'
'Do you think I could?'
'Oh, no!'
'Then you can be sure that none of us – me, Kelly, Jan, or any of the others – would ever be angry or upset with you – about anything. Have you ever made love before?'
'You know I haven't.'
'Then why should I – or anyone else – think that you know anything about it? Maybe – maybe – you'll make mistakes. So what? Do you think nobody else had made mistakes the first time they made love? Believe it or not, the first time*I* made love – well, had sex – I didn't know anything more about it than you do; and sure as hell made mistakes. But that's what making love different: the mistakes in what happens don't matter, as long as the love is there.'
She smiled at me, and I went on 'As for going too fast or too slow – if it's right for you, then it's neither. The first time we met, would you have let me touch your breast?' She grinned and shook her head. I went on 'But here were are, right now, both of us naked, and you sitting on my lap. Tell me, did we go too slow, or too fast?'
She nodded her understanding, and I said 'When I gave you the massage that night, you were scared at first, weren't you?'
She said 'Yeah, a little.'
'Then why did you let me do it?'
'Because I knew you wanted to help me feel better, and I trusted you.'
'I know that you've kissed the other girls – didn't that make you nervous at first?'
'It scared the Hell out of me', she admitted.
'But you did it anyway – because you knew you loved them, and they loved you.'
She nodded.
'And you keep doing it, too – I guess you found out that you liked it?
And they keep kissing you back, so they must like it.'
She grinned at me, and I continued 'You know that I've made love with them, and that they've made love with each other. But NONE of us has EVER bothered you about it, have we? Not ONE of us has treated you any differently, have we? We've neither excluded you, nor tried to involve you; in fact, you and I sat here on this very couch and cuddled when Kelly and Sandra got carried away and made love to each other right there on the floor, in front of us. And when they were done, both of them blushed – not because they'd made love in front of us, but for getting as carried away as they did; I never knew that two women could make so much noise making love, did you?'
She blushed a bit, and shook her head, saying 'I see where you're going.
I have never felt any different than any one else when I've been here.
I guess maybe I have been worried about stuff that I didn't have to.'
'Not at all. You were worried because you were still unsure, and uncertain; and it was reasonable for you to worry under those circumstances. All I've done here has been to help show you that
She said 'What I want to do, now, is this' – and leaned forward to give me a kiss that quickly went past the
