anything to make you or Marilyn unhappy or uncomfortable. The same way that I was willing to let you get comfortable on my lap, they are willing to let you get comfortable with them.'
With that, I let my hands move to the arms of the chair, waiting to see what her reaction would be.
I watched her as she looked into my face while she thought over what I'd just told her. Several minutes went by before she seemed to reach a decision.
She reached up to take my face in her hands, and leaned forward to give me a kiss on the lips. From the way she kissed me, I knew that she meant it to be nothing more than affection and thanks – and responded in kind.
When it broke, she looked into my eyes, and saw that I was perfectly willing to let her move at her own pace and toward whatever goals she set for herself. She seemed content with that, and smiled at me before moving to stand up, saying 'I think that I should talk to Marilyn about all this. I am the only mother she has ever known, and I think she is old enough to hear some of the things she must know.'
I told her 'You know that Kelly and I, or any one of the others, will be happy to help you in any way we can.'
She nodded, and turned to head for the bedrooms – then gave me a smile when I gave her ass a gentle caress before she left.
Over the next couple of weeks, all of us watched in amusement as Marlyn became truly comfortable with all of us. In fits and starts, and with a few periods of retreat, she gradually managed to rid herself of many of her inhibitions. Kelly and the others reported that her kisses with them were progressively becoming friendlier, as were Marilyn's. To no one's surprise, it was Marilyn that first adapted to the idea of 'be comfortable' by wearing only her panties and bra around the house.
Marlyn wasn't overjoyed with it at first, but soon realized that none of us particularly cared. That seemed to help Marlyn with her own shyness, and it didn't take her much longer to follow Marilyn's example.
It wasn't that any of us were making any particular effort to be so casual; rather, it was more a case of not taking the time to put more clothing on.
Then when they found Kelly making breakfast dressed only her panties one morning, they decided that even bras were overkill; both of them opting to do without within a matter of just a day or so. I was careful to stay behind them in shedding clothes; only when I could see that they were really comfortable with each stage of undress did I follow their lead.
The first couple of days of watching me walk around in my underwear, neither one of them could help looking – but when neither Kelly nor I expressed any interest or concern, they easily adapted to it.
Of course, there were the times when I would involuntarily start sporting an erection. Whenever it happened, I just continued with whatever I was doing – despite the stares I would get for Marilyn, and even Marlyn.
After perhaps a half-dozen such events, Marlyn approached Kelly about helping her give Marilyn the birds-and- bees talk. Kelly told that she was perfectly willing to help – then went on to tell Marlyn about the 'anatomy lessons' that all of them had gotten. Marlyn was initially surprised, but her nurse training kicked in easily enough, and she saw the benefits of it: why fiddle around with nobody-looks-like-that generic drawings when she had real live examples to work with? Just for the sake of variety, Robyn agreed to join them for the feminine part of it. The class was held early one Saturday afternoon – while all of them were in the bedroom (for Marilyn and Marlyn's benefit); I stayed in the den, reading a book in my underwear.
When they were done with their part of it, the lot of them – still nude – came into the den. Kelly got my attention, and asked if I minded if they used me as the male demonstration. I told her that was fine, and stood up long enough to drop my underwear before lying back down to continue my book. Marlyn, of course, knew the whole thing had been carefully scripted – with sole purpose being to get the idea across to Marilyn that nudity wasn't a shameful thing, and that there wasn't anything inherently mysterious or 'dirty' about the genitalia of
So I carefully didn't notice – and certainly didn't pay any attention – as Kelly, then Marlyn, described the various parts and functions of the male anatomy. Nor was I distracted when their manipulations resulted in an erection – after all, they'd all seen me with them before, right?
Instead, both Kelly and Marlyn took the time to explain to Marilyn that a male erection was just the result of any one of several kinds of stimulation – that just because it was hard, that didn't mean that I had to do anything with it; and particularly not with a female, such as herself. When they were done, Kelly and Marlyn both thanked me, and they headed back to the bedroom. As they were leaving, Marilyn turned around to watch as I casually put my underwear back on, and went back to my book – apparently indifferent to what they'd just been doing.
A little while later, Robyn stopped by for a kiss and a little mutual fondling before she headed home. Right before she left, she told me 'I told Marlyn that I wished someone had taught me like that when I was Marilyn's age, and she just smiled and thanked me for my help. I could tell she was a little nervous at first, but she joined in with the rest of us like a trooper, and didn't hesitate to show Marilyn that she's a virgin, too. Right now, they're in there explaining to Marilyn the rest of it – you know, how a baby is made, and how it grows inside the woman.
You should have seen the expression on Marilyn's face when they told her that the man's penis has to be inside the woman to make a baby! She couldn't believe that something your size would actually fit!' – the last part with a laugh. 'But she knows that a guy getting hard doesn't necessarily mean anything, and that it definitely doesn't mean that she has to do anything with it. I don't think Marlyn has to worry about her getting into trouble with guys by accident; if she gets pregnant, it'll be because she knew what she was doing, and wanted to.'
Robyn and I shared another kiss, and she was out the door.
It was getting to be late afternoon by the time Kelly came into the den to sit on the couch with my head on her lap. We were holding hands when she told me 'Thanks, Dan.'
'What for?'
'For this afternoon. I knew you'd do just exactly what you did, but I just wanted to thank you for it, anyway.'
For change, it was my turn to give her the Goober look – and she couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it. She went on to tell me 'Marlyn will be thanking you, too – you did a lot to help us get Marilyn to understand that even though sex isn't something dirty, it is something special. I don't think she's going to want to make love with you – yet! – but I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't ask you to teach her other stuff.'
I looked up at Kelly in surprise, and she said 'Yeah, me, too. But when we were done, she was comfortable enough to tell us that sometimes she touched herself, and it felt good. I could see that Marlyn was having a problem; the nurse in her was fighting with the Catholic about what to say to Marilyn about it. So I bought her some time by telling Marilyn that doing that wasn't bad, but that she shouldn't do it too much – I figure Marlyn should decide what's 'too much'. She asked me if it felt good when you and I made love, and I told her that it did. Then she asked if it felt even better than when she touched herself. I looked at Marlyn, and she just nodded that I should go ahead and tell her, so I told her that it did. She said that she wished she could know what that part was like. So don't be surprised if she asks you to help her feel good some time.'
'And what does Marlyn think about that?'
'I really don't know – I think she's torn between wanting Marilyn to not be afraid of stuff like that, her faith telling her that it's bad, and trusting you not to hurt Marilyn. I was really surprised to find out that Marlyn is still a virgin. I mean, I know you told me about what their culture was like and all that, but she's over thirty, now, and I would have thought that she'd have made love with somebody by now. And I don't think she's ever really had an orgasm, either – she just seemed too unsure about what I was telling Marilyn.'
'So what's going on now?'
'When I left, the nurse part of Marlyn had kicked in, and she was explaining to Marilyn about the other changes that were going to be happening to her – how she was going to start having periods and such before long. You know, I kind of feel sorry for Marlyn.'
'How's that?'
'There she is, a trained Registered Nurse. She had to learn the anatomy and what happens when, and all that other stuff; she knows that there's nothing physically wrong with stuff like masturbation – but being raised Catholic, she's been taught that it's a sin, too. As a nurse, with her education, she knows that birth control is safe and effective, and that a smaller population in her country would help with a lot of the poverty and other problems they have – but the Church keeps telling her that birth control is a sin, while they can't do enough to help all the extra
