duplicated her efforts.
Once we were all fed, Robyn borrowed some of Kelly's clothes so she wouldn't have to wear her uniform, and headed home. That left me, Kelly, and Marlyn to lounge around the den until Marilyn got home. It was when Marlyn went to kiss Sandra, Jan, and Susan that they knew that*something* had happened with her. When she left to see to Marilyn, all three of them looked at Kelly, then me, before Susan asked 'Okay, I'll play – what the hell happened to Marlyn? When she kissed me, she tried to clean my tonsils!'
Kelly laughed, and told them 'You can probably expect to get even more interest from her. Last night, she asked Dan to make her a woman – and he did. Then she wanted to find out what a woman was like – and I helped her with that. I don't know what Dan did to or with her, but he apparently opened her up to a lot of new things. Personally,I can vouch for her willingness and enthusiasm! She was a little sore this morning from Dan, but that's the only thing left from her life before. I think all of us will be pleasantly surprised by how loving and affectionate – and even passionate! – she can be. She's still learning – but she's willing and enthusiastic about it.'
Sandra asked 'All that? In just one night?'
Here, I reminded them 'Why should that be surprising? I seem to remember that all of you seemed to experience some pretty radical changes in just one night.' – reminding them about the 'party' (orgy was more like it) where I'd deflowered nearly all of them within a 24-hour period.
I went on to add 'Besides, what happened to her has been building inside her for a while. Things were a little shaky at first, and when we were alone, we had a chance to talk about some of the things that were bothering her. I think she's pretty close to having her head on straight about a lot of stuff, now – what she's going through now is probably just some overcompensation for what she's missed out on before.
Remember, she was still a thirty-plus virgin up until last night; it's not surprising that once she was past that, she'd be so gung-ho about finding out what else she's been left out of.'
That made sense, and all three of them nodded their heads in understanding before Jan told us 'Well, as much as I'd like to stick around and find out what else she wants to learn, I still have some other stuff I need to get done.'
Sandra agreed, and Susan told us 'It was a blast having Marilyn last night. We stayed up late, watched hunky- guy movies, ate junk food, and basically did all the stuff*I* remember doing at her age. It kind of made me sentimental, actually' – with a laugh at the end.
Kelly and I thanked all three of them with a kiss before they left.
That night, as expected, Marilyn took the opportunity to park herself next to me on the couch. And to no one's surprise, she pulled my arm around her shoulders, holding my hand on her breast. Finally knowing that Marlyn was okay with it, I eventually let my hand start caressing her. I started with a soft squeezing of her breast, which resulted in a small gasp that no one else seemed to have heard. When she got used to that, the next step was to play my fingers across her nipple; in short order, I had her squirming slightly next to me as what I was doing got her juices flowing – literally, unless my nose was lying to me.
Of course, it was all casual – when I changed position, it was only natural that I pull my arm away to rest it on the back of the couch. But when I went in to get drinks for all of us, and sat down on the other side of her, well, it was just as natural that she should pull that arm around – and eventually get similar treatment for the other breast, with similar results. At least, until I shifted position on the couch again, resting my arm on the back of it.
We continued like that for the rest of the evening; Marilyn would pull my arm around her, or put my hand on her breast, whenever it was 'reasonable'. I didn't fight it, but I was just as 'reasonable' when I pulled my hand or arm away to do something else with them.
After Marilyn went to bed, I turned to Marlyn and told her 'She's getting braver. I don't think it's going to be much longer before she comes to me – a couple days, tops.'
Marlyn expressed her agreement, and I went on 'So, you don't have a lot of time.'
Marlyn looked surprised, and asked 'Time for what?'
'Time to tell her what already happened between you and me, and you and Kelly.'
'Why do I do that?'
'Because if you don't, it's a pretty safe bet that after she finds out what it can be like, she's going to come to you and want YOU to find out about it, too. If that happens, you'll either have to lie to her, or tell her what already happened. If you tell her that it *already* happened, she's going to wonder how and why. As much as she depends on you, I think that might bring up questions that I don't think you would ever be able to really answer to her satisfaction.'
She nodded at that, and blushed slightly before asking 'Why do I tell her about me and Kelly?'
'She's seen Kelly and all the others kissing and even touching each other. Don't you think that she's going to wonder what happens with them, after she's been with me?'
I could see that she hadn't really considered that part of it. She thought it over for a few moments, and said 'I'm not sure what to tell her.'
'If I could make a suggestion?' I asked.
'Please!'
'Make sure you tell her that you did it deliberately – that you didn't do it out of just a moment's passion, or because you thought you 'had' to. Tell her why you did it. When she asks questions, answer them honestly. That doesn't mean that you have to tell her what you and Kelly or I did in detail – but don't be afraid to tell her in general terms.
YOU are her mother now; and she is going to look to you for guidance. Do for her what you wish had been done for you, and I think you'll be all right.'
That gave her plenty to think about as she got up and headed back to the bedroom.
Kelly and I spent the next day on a drive in the country. Marlyn had passed, and asked Marilyn to stay with her, to Marilyn's regret.
When we got home, Kelly and I both knew that Marlyn had had her talk with Marilyn – Marilyn looked at both of us considerably differently than she had before. Both of us pretended not to notice.
As I'd expected, it wasn't but a couple of days before Marilyn came into the living room one evening where the rest of us were watching TV.
Wearing only her panties, she found a spot on the couch with Marlyn; Kelly was in my lap in my chair.
After an hour or so, Kelly got up to get everyone drinks, and then sat down in one of the other chairs. When Marilyn saw that, she looked over at me. Kelly and Marlyn were both aware of what she was doing: they were waiting, as I had been, for Marilyn to finally 'make her move'. So none of us was surprised when she got up and came over to stand next to the chair before asking 'Tito Dan, is it okay if I sit on your lap?'
I told her that would be fine, and she happily planted herself before pulling my arms around her to watch TV with me.
A while later, during a commercial, she turned slightly to look at me and asked 'Tito Dan, would you make love with me, like you did with my momma Marlyn?'
I'd expected her to ask about helping her 'feel good'; but that request left me stunned for a few seconds – as it did Kelly and Marlyn. Both of them were alternating between staring at Marilyn, and me. When I got my wits about me again, I got Kelly's eye and gestured at the TV, which she promptly turned off as Marlyn sat there, stunned to immobility.
I could see that Marilyn was somewhat embarrassed by the sudden attention she was getting, but she easily responded when I guided her around on my lap to face me.
Taking her hands in mine, I told her 'Marilyn, that is a very special thing you are asking me.'
She lowered her head and said 'I know. But you do that with Kelly, and she told me that it makes her feel even better than when she touches herself. And you did it with momma, and she told me that you made her feel good, too.'
'But there is a very important difference, Marilyn. Both of them are grown women, and you are still too young.'
She lifted her head to look at me defiantly, and declared 'I'm not a little girl! I have breasts, and even hair!'
I put my hands on her hips, and answered 'I did not say that you are a little girl. I said that they are grown women, and that you are still too young. Yes, you do have breasts, and hair. But you are still young – too young to make love. I know that you aren't a little girl, any more.
