make out the sparse patch of her small pubic triangle, but not the cleft I knew was underneath.
Marilyn was smiling as she showed me the bikini swimsuit she'd gotten.
The halter couldn't hide the swelling of her developing breasts, or the places where her nipples dented the fabric. The bottoms barely covered the mound between her thighs, and served only to accentuate the round firmness of her ass.
I mimed applauding all of them, a big smile on my face, before they made their way back to the bedrooms again. This time, each one of them got a pat on the butt when they kissed me – Marilyn started, but looked delighted; Marlyn didn't respond physically, but I could see the pleased smile on her face as she left.
It was the third (and last) round of the evening that really got my attention.
Kelly and the others had gotten themselves outfits that seemed to consist primarily of dreams held together with cobwebs – I didn't doubt that even a blind person would know that they were female, and willing.
I could see in their eyes that all six of them understood when it was Marlyn and Marilyn that drew my attention.
The teddy she was wearing did nothing to hide the treasures it covered – her dark nipples were almost achingly erect on her breasts, which stood proudly out from her smooth, blemish-free body. Below it, the matching g-string revealed just how sparse her pubic hair was – I could easily see the cleft of her womanhood; and unless I was mistaken, even the edges of her vaginal lips and hood of her clitoris.
Marilyn looked familiar, for some reason – then I realized that she was wearing a smaller version of the panty and bra set that Jan had once modeled for me: the material was the approximate color of smoke, and little more dense than air – all held together with something that looked more like dental floss than anything else. The panties were barely large enough to cover her mons – and did nothing to prevent me from seeing the few faint wisps of hair growing there as her body made the transition from child to woman. Above, the size and shape of her developing bust was proudly on display – I could see from the way her small dark nipples stuck out that Marilyn was starting to have her own 'feelings'.
I thanked each of them with my eyes, then smiled and bowed my head in appreciation for their beauty. All of them smiled their pleased delight before starting back to the bedroom. Again, each kissed me; but this time, I took the time to return the kiss with a loving caress of their butts – even for Marilyn, who seemed particularly happy at my touch.
The last ones were Kelly and Marlyn; Kelly told me 'I think Marlyn has something she wants to say to you' – then casually guided a hesitant Marlyn onto my lap before collecting her own kiss and caress, then disappearing toward the bedrooms.
I carefully kept my hands on the arms of the chair – I could see that Marlyn was nervous to be on my lap that way; particularly when she could obviously feel my involuntary reaction to the sight they'd all presented me.
But when I made no moves – other than to take a swallow of my beer – she gradually relaxed; then went on to move herself into a more comfortable position.
Even after she was comfortable on my lap, she sat there for several seconds, just watching me. She finally realized that I wasn't going to touch her in any way, and that I was willing to sit there patiently for as long as it took; when that happened, I saw her surprisingly shy smile as she took my hands to hold them in her own. I gave them a gentle squeeze of reassurance, but did nothing more – and that, more than anything else, seemed to convince her of my benign intentions.
Taking a breath, she finally started speaking to me, saying 'Thank you, Dan.'
'You're welcome. But what for?'
'For just being you, I think.'
Seeing my slightly perplexed look, she went on 'When we first met, there in Manila, I thought that you might just be another American businessman, coming to the Philippines to take advantage of our poverty, and perhaps our women. But you showed me, in many different ways, that you aren't like that. Even when I made mistakes and thought badly about you, you did not get angry with me – you only showed me how I was wrong, and then forgave me. Even more, you went out of your way to help me – not just by going to San Fernando, but by doing all the things you have for the orphanages there, and particularly for Marilyn. After you gave all those things to the orphanage, I would have slept with you if you had asked me to, to show you my gratitude for all you did. But all you did was to continue treating me with courtesy and respect – the same as Kelly did the entire time we were together. That is a very rare thing for visitors to my country to do – particularly men, and even more, those who were there while in the military.'
I started to speak, but she released my hand to put her finger on my lips to silence me as she went on 'Then you came back, not just to help my people with the factory and jobs, but to help me by offering me this job – and doing it again with courtesy and respect; and even more, your friendliness and concern. You have been a much better friend to me than anyone else that I can think of; even my Filipino friends.
'When I learned that Candice would be sleeping in your bed with you and Kelly, I was very much bothered by that. But you did not get upset or angry with me. You just let me find my own way, by talking to Paul and the Bishop, and all the others. Even when we talked that night, you did not tell me what to do – you only told me what you thought, and asked me questions that made me think.
She took my hand in hers again, then said 'Tonight, I wanted to show you my gratitude for all that you and Kelly have done – not just for me, but for Marilyn, and the other children in the orphanages, and even the people you will hire for your factory. But I also wanted to learn something. I wanted to learn if what Candice and Sandra and the others told me was true. And I found out that it is – that you are not the kind of person to take advantage of others, or to try to make them do things for you. Just now, when I sat your lap, I could feel you under me; I know that you felt physical desire from looking at us. But you didn't say or do anything with me – you just waited until I was comfortable.
From what you said, and the way you looked at us, I know that you think Marilyn and I are pretty; but you were still nice – even when you touched us on the bottom. It made me understand that you thought I was pretty, and that you were doing that to tell me – but that was all you were doing.
'Marilyn is very much in love with you. I think that it would be very easy for you to do what you wanted to with her. But I know that it is good for her to trust you, that you wouldn't do anything like that.
And I know that*I* can trust you, too. For a Filipina, I am too old to be unmarried – but it makes me feel good inside to know that someone still thinks that I am pretty, and maybe even make love with me if you wanted.'
She let me pull my hands from hers, and I held her face in my hands as I told her 'Thank you for your trust – your trust in me, and that you trust Marilyn with me, and the others. Yes, I find you pretty. But like I told you before, what matters to me is what you are like in your heart and soul – and it is the things there that I find most pretty about you.
No, I will not do anything with Marilyn. Even if she comes to me about something like that, I will not let it happen – I know that she is still young, and has too much to learn about the world before she is ready to make a decision like that. She is very cute, and I am always happy to have a pretty girl on my lap – but right now, that is ALL she is: a*girl*. I think that she is going to be very pretty and very sexy when she is older, and becomes a woman. But now, no: she is still too young.
'*I* don't think that you are too old to be unmarried; and I understand a little bit about the reasons you are. But you are old enough to decide for yourself if there is someone that you want to make love with – whether it is me, or Kelly, or anyone else. But the decision for that is not up to us; it has to be yours. None of us is going to 'test' you to see if you want to make love with us. You are an adult. If you want to make love, you have the words and the ways to let us know that. And even that doesn't have to be all or nothing. If you only want to kiss us, any of us would be happy with that; if you wanted to touch and be touched, that is all we would do with you. You have to understand that we understand about such things – we only do as much with people as they are comfortable with. You told me yourself that you know the way the girls kiss me is different than the way they kiss you – and that is different than the way they kiss Paul. If you wanted to walk around this house naked, none of us would try to touch you, or say anything to you, in a way that was more than you had told us was okay. Did the girls tell you anything I said to them when we first made love?'
She nodded, and said 'They all said that you told them that you would only do as much with them as they wanted, and that it was up to them how fast things happened.'
'And that is how I am – and how they are, too. Because they have been in*exactly* the same position you are now, they understand that you might be worried or afraid or nervous. And that is why none of us will do or say
