as it slid out.
Both of us exhausted and gasping, I held her enough to guide us both back down onto the floor before we collapsed. Once safe from falling, we held each other in our arms as we caught our breath.
I plead age and effort as my excuse for falling asleep; when I woke up, Jan had gotten a blanket to cover us and was laying next to me under it.
The slight dampness around my penis told me that she'd also gotten a wet cloth to clean me – and presumably herself – after our experience.
Turning my head, I looked into her beautiful eyes, and smiled at her.
She smiled back, almost radiantly, before saying 'THAT was amazing .
The first time I heard about it, I thought it would be, you know, *disgusting* or something, or that it would hurt. But it didn't – it felt great.'
'No pain, then? Nothing hurts?'
'No, no pain or anything. I feel kinda stretched, and my, uh, butt hole feels 'loose', but nothing hurts. The only bad part is that stuff you used makes me feel squishy back there; it's weird and kind of uncomfortable.'
I laughed, and said 'Now you've got an idea of why guys hate getting prostate or rectal exams: it's not just the idea of having something stuck in our butts, but that feeling from the lubrication, afterwards.'
She laughed back, and told me 'Yeah, I guess I can understand that. Now if we women can just get you guys to understand what it' s like getting a gynecological exam, we'd be even!'
'Well, I don't know if I'd ever want to experience anything like that; but I do know that a nice, hot shower helps wash that stuff off – at least, enough of it that it doesn't feel so bad. The problem is, I'm just too damned tired to get up and take on, just now.'
'Me, too. It was all I could do to get us this far!'
'And for that, I thank you.'
She snickered, saying 'I did it as much for me as for you, Uncle Dan!'
I chuckled, telling her 'I figured as much; I'm just thanking you for including me!'
We were content to just lay there, looking at each other, for a while. I noticed Jan's eyes drooping a bit, and said 'How about if we just take a little nap to get our strength back. Then when we wake up, we can take that shower, and have a little bit to eat?'
'Sounds good.' she murmured, already half-asleep herself.
Still holding her, I closed my eyes, too, and both of us were soon fast asleep.
When we woke up, it was quite late in the evening. A quick shower – all we had energy for – and some reheated pizza, and we were ready to go back to bed – this time to sleep.
The next morning, Jan revealed that the effect of her first anal experience had left her a bit sore – 'But not too much!', she declared and less interested in making love. I agreed, having nearly worn myself out with her and Kelly the past few days.
The next day, Jan was back to her regular self. Talking to her, I found out that she wanted to spend the last couple of days before her dad got back with me, just the two of us. Calling in to the office, I let my secretary know, and told her to forward anything needing my attention to me at home, via email. She agreed, and with nothing else to distract me, devoted the next few days to Jan, and making her as happy as I could.
We made love. We sat and talked, about her school and her future. We simply sat, enjoying each other's company. We went out to dinner, every guy in the restaurant eyeing her (much to her pleasure). We cuddled. We had raw, unbridled sex.
When the day came that we were to pick up Paul from the airport, we savored our last lovemaking session with each other. It wasn't a marathon of orgasm; indeed, we only had one apiece – but they came to us (no pun intended) only after a slow, gentle, caring session.
At the airport, we were ready and waiting when Paul finally cleared Customs, and was able to join us. He looked exhausted, and seemed to have more stuff with him than when he left. Jan and I quickly guided him out to my car, and with a little effort, managed to get him and his luggage all into the car with us. Back at his place, he seemed to perk up a bit, and was able to sit and talk with us for a while, telling Jan about where he'd been, and what he'd done. Finally, though, he got to the point where he wanted to talk to me – without Jan present. When he asked her to get him unpacked, she knew what he wanted, and readily agreed – but giving me a Significant Look on her way out of the room.
'So, how did it go?', Paul asked.
'How did what go?'
'C'mon, Dan, I'm not blind. When I first saw you two at the airport, I could tell. I don't know what it is – okay, I know what it is, but I don't know how to explain it – but she just looks different. It's like she grew up, which I suppose she did in a way. And the way she looks at you, now: it's not like she's any more in love with you now than before, more like she loves you as one adult to another, not the little-girl kind of love she had before. So yeah, I could tell it happened. I just wanted to know if it went well; I'm not asking for any of the gory details or anything else – I just need to know that she's okay.'
'In that case, I'll tell you – yeah, it went okay. She's fine, she isn't hurt, or anything like that. Aside from the obvious, I think you're going to see a big change in her, now. She really has grown up – not just physically, but mentally and emotionally, too. She isn't your baby or little girl any more; she's Jan, an adult in every way except legally. There were a couple of problems that came up, and she handled them herself, responsibly and like an adult. It's just something you're going to have to get used to.'
'What problems?'
'Just something with a couple of her now-ex-friends. Don't worry, nobody got hurt, and there aren't any legal issues.'
Reassured, he said 'That so? Well, I guess I am going to have to get used to it; even I don't like it much.'
'You want to know what*I* think you should do?'
He snorted, and said 'I think I'd better, if I know what's good for me.'
'Sit down with her, and talk to her. Find out what's on her mind, what her plans are, what SHE thinks – not just about what happened between us, but anything and everything in her life. I think she'll not only surprise you – pleasantly! – but help make it easier for you to accept the change in her.'
He looked at me, surprised, and said 'You really think so?'
'Yeah, I do. I know that neither of you is stupid; it's just getting you talking that's always a pain in the ass. Just be careful not to get
'Shit, I don't want to know. Honest to God, Dan, I had a lot of time to think it over while I was gone, and I finally understood something: she*is* growing up. I can either piss and moan about it, and make her and me both miserable; or I can look at it like I've done just exactly what I'm supposed to do as a parent: teach how to make her own decisions, and HOW to get what she wants in a responsible manner, and all that other stuff. So, no, I don't want to know the fussy details about her personal life; I'm actually happy to know that she's being responsible and careful, and that she trusts me enough to be willing to come to me like she did. No, it's not easy, but I know it's something that has to happen. So, I just try to go with it, accept it gracefully, and look at it in the best way I can.'
From there, the conversation drifted around to a variety of subjects – his job, my job, the different places he'd gone, and so on. As we talked, I could see him getting sleepy again, and finally suggested that he go ahead and go to bed, and I'd stop by in a couple days when he'd gotten over the jet lag.
On my way out, Jan caught up with me, and gave me a solid kiss on the lips before asking 'What did Daddy want to talk to you about?'
'Oh, you, me, and a little other stuff. Not to worry, though, I think he's actually okay with it now. Just talk to him, and try to remember that he's still getting used the changes in you.'
She smiled at me, and gave me another kiss before I headed out the door.
After Paul, Jan's dad, came home, Kelly came over for a visit. Cuddling on the couch, we talked over a number of things, including the idea of her moving in to my house with me. I told her that I was more than happy at the idea, but that I wanted to check a few things before she did. She agreed, and we tentatively set a move-in date for her the last weekend before school started.
The next day, at work, I called Susan's father, asking if it would be possible for us to meet. He readily agreed,
