Robyn asked 'What is it? What have you gotten?'
Sandra looked at her, and said 'You know. All of you do – just as I did.
You've heard everything about it that matters, and you know all of it that you need to. It just has to come together for you – at your own speed, in your own time, like it did for me – and Kelly and Jan, too, I bet. Trying to push it doesn't help; being able to accept it, does.'
While the other two looked perplexed, Robyn again got a thoughtful look on her face.
Susan spoke next, looking first at Kelly, then Jan, asking 'Uh, did you two go through something like that?'
They looked at each other, and Jan spoke first, saying 'Kind of. We've been around him longer, and have had more time with him, so it wasn't as sudden and everything like it was for Sandra – but, yeah, we went through something like that, just not as bad.'
Kelly spoke up, then, telling her 'Jan had more time with him before I did, but my time was a little more, uh, intense, so it kind of balanced out. When it really hits you, if it does, then you can expect
That gave Susan and Candice pause; Robyn was still deep in thought, and seemed to have barely noticed what was said.
After a bit, Candice asked 'Can you tell us what the difference is? How it happens?'
Kelly spoke first, answering her with 'How it happens is that everything you've heard from all of us comes together at some point, and you really, truly understand it – all of it. It will probably be something simple that you hear that gets you thinking about it the right way, and then boom, you've got it. What the difference is, is that you do understand it – completely. You understand how everything fits together, and how it all works.'
Sandra joined in, telling her 'I told you, you already have everything you need to know, or that matters. It's not something that I think any of us really CAN explain, or describe.'
Jan finished up by telling them 'What they said. I'll only add that maybe it'll happen to you a little at a time, like it did with me; or it might happen in a few big chunks, like it did with Kelly; you might even have a Big One, like Sandra. There's no telling, that I can see, other than the more time you have, the easier it is. Really, it's all up to you. Trying to force it doesn't help, like Sandra said – you just have to let it come to you, in your own time and place.'
At that, Robyn came out of her reverie, and looking at me, said 'Dan, I've given it a lot of thought, since I was here last, and I want to make love with you. Not because of anything Jan or Kelly or Sandra have done or said, but because I know it's right for ME, now. Would you?'
I'd half-expected it, and after looking at her, and seeing the confidence and sincerity in her eyes, told her 'If you're that sure, then, yes, I'll make love with you.'
Kelly looked down at me, and smiled, before getting up to go stand next to the couch, ready to sit with the others, while Robyn stood up.
I got up, too, and walked over to her. Taking her hand, I lifted it to my lips and kissed it, saying 'I'm honored by your decision and choice.
For as long as you want me, I'm yours.'
She smiled at me, and answered, 'The honor is mine, judging from the stories about you. I know that I can trust you. Uh, I think I would prefer our time to be ours, alone.'
'Easily done.', I told her, then holding her hand as the two of us headed toward the bedroom. The others sat quietly, and watched us go -
Jan, Kelly, and Sandra with amused smiles, Susan and Candice with a trace of regret.
After we entered the bedroom, I paused long enough to close the door, then walked with her to the bed. Turning so that we faced each other, I told her 'Robyn, I've heard about how you have been standing up for Kelly and Jan at school, and other places. I'm glad that you've discovered what's really important to you, and found the inner strength to stand up for it.'
She smiled at me, and answered 'My only regret is that I had to find them the way I did – and my greatest pleasure is that all of you cared enough about me to give me a second chance.'
I nodded toward the bed, and asked her 'Where, or how, would you like to start?'
'I don't know. Jan and I have made each other happy, but I'm not sure where to begin, with you. Would it be too much to ask for you to go first, and get me started? So that I can join in when I feel comfortable with it?'
'Of course. This is your time for us to be together. If you want, I can make love to you without ever entering your body in any way; or I can share myself with all of you. The choices are yours, whenever you want to make them. I won't rush you, or hurry you, in any way; nor will I do*anything* to hurt you, or cause you any kind of pain.'
She looked into my eyes with absolute trust and confidence in me, saying 'I know that, Dan. I do trust you, and know that you will make it right for me. It's not the doing that frightens me, but the getting started.'
'Then let's take the first step, and see where it leads us.'
With that, I kissed her, softly, on the lips – and from there, her eyes and forehead and shoulders. She eagerly accepted my kisses, quivering slightly with each one. I took her hands, and slowly guided her to the bed; sitting first, and then moving to the center of the bed, I drew her down in front of me, facing me. When she was seated, I slowly took her into my arms, hugging her gently, and kissing the top of her head in reassurance.
I relaxed my hold, and she moved back a bit, so that she could look into my face. With only the slightest pause, she put her arms around me, and drew me close as she put her lips to mine.
Our kiss started soft and chaste, but as the seconds went by, her desire took over, and it wasn't long before her lips parted. Hesitantly at first, then more and more insistently, her tongue touched my lips, then my teeth, and on to explore my entire mouth. I always let her make the first move – but when she made it, didn't delay to following her example. So it was that it didn't take five minutes from the time I first took her in my arms on the bed, than we were kissing passionately as she pressed herself against me, hugging me tightly.
When we finally separated, she was panting slightly, and still holding me, looked up at me and asked me 'How can you do that? How can you make me so excited?'
'It isn't me that's doing it, it's you. I'm just the reflection of what's inside you; it's you that opens up to show what you can do, and feel.'
'If that's so, then let me open more, and see more. Show me what's inside.'
With that, I took her by the shoulders, and carefully guided her onto her back, following her. When she was laying down, I stayed over her, looking into her eyes. Still she wasn't afraid, and after a gentle smile to her, lowered my head to kiss her gently on the lips. She returned the kiss, just as gently, accepting the love and care I felt for her. When our lips parted, I smiled at her again, and started kissing her softly, first at the corners of her mouth, then her cheeks, on to her cheekbones, and ultimately, all over her face – each of them slow and tender. She didn't move, other than to increase the tempo of her breathing; from her face, I moved on: to her throat, just under her jaw; her neck, beneath her ears; her collarbones; her shoulders; then back again to her face, where I again kissed her lips. The look in her eyes was still one of trust – but added to it was a measure of desire, too.
I resumed my kisses, and gradually started moving them – ever so slowly – down her body, until, ultimately, I reached the upper slopes of her breasts. I saw that her areolas, pale pink and not much larger than a quarter, were already puckered; and the nubbins of her small nipples were clearly visible. I applied small nibbles to her skin with my lips as I made a slow, random trip to the peak of her breast – and once reaching it, sucking it into my mouth, nursing at it like a child.
As I did that, her hands found my head, and held me there as she moaned her pleasure and desire. But I wanted to be fair, and managed to find my way to the other breast, where I repeated my actions with a different path but the same goal – and same result. By the time I finished, she was gasping for breath between her long, low moans; her areolas were as tight and firm as any of the rest of her, and her nipples extended a full quarter of an inch – much farther than they had before.
With her clearly aroused, and ready for more, I started moving again, placing soft kisses and gentle suction to her stomach and sides as I again gradually expanded the range of my attentions, then shifting them lower on her body. As I worked my way past her navel, I gave that miniature flower of her humanity the attention it deserved: rimming, then dipping into it, with my tongue, and softly sucking on it, as though to change it from an 'innie' to an 'outie'. From it, I traced my tongue down the center of her, and back up again, before starting a series of kisses
