A good neighbor

front with me. I was glad to have her there, since she was not only nice to look at as I was driving, but she had on a nice, light perfume that made her smell real good.

I don't know if Andrea said anything to Emma and Gail beforehand, or not; all I know is that both of them made selections from the menu that were roughly in the middle of the price range, as did Andrea. But I didn't say anything about it, and simply went ahead and got a better bottle of wine to go with the food. Both girls were allowed ONE glass of wine, while Andrea and I dealt with the rest. Supper was excellent, and all three of them were nearly giddy with the choices available to them for dessert. We finished the meal off with coffee for Andrea and me, and fresh hot chocolate for Emma and Gail.

When the three of them trooped off to the ladies room, I took the opportunity to call a couple of clubs I knew. By the time they got back, I'd made arrangements for a little more entertainment that night.

When we left the restaurant, it was Emma that noticed I wasn't heading home; when Andrea asked, I simply said that the night wasn't over yet — something that earned me a Look. When I pulled into the parking lot of the club, Andrea told me 'They won't let the girls in there!'

I laughed, and told her 'Yes, they will let the girls in there — as long as neither of us gives them anything with alcohol in it. So come on and have some fun!'

Unsure whether to believe me or not, Andrea got out of the car when I did; the girls followed a second later. When we got to the door, the owner had already let the doorman know that the girls could come in. We were shown a table, and after we'd all ordered something to drink (mixed for me and Andrea, sodas for Emma and Gail), I got Andrea out on the dance floor for a couple of tunes.

For the next couple of hours, the four of us had a blast. While I spent most of my dancing time with Andrea, I didn't neglect to take each of the girls out a couple of times, too. When it got late enough that I saw the two youngsters yawn, I gestured to them as I told Andrea 'I suppose it's about time we headed home, don't you?'

Laughing, she agreed, and over the protests of the girls that they were fine, we went back out to my car and headed home. Emma was able to make it inside under her own power, but it proved to have been to much of an evening for Gail; I carried her inside in my arms, to Andrea's amusement. After I'd set her on her bed, I beat a hasty retreat so that Andrea could get her undressed and tucked in.

I was sitting on the couch when Andrea showed up a few minutes later — having shed the dress she'd had on in favor of some old walking shorts and a tee shirt. As she walked toward me, I saw the slight wobbling of her breasts that let me know she didn't have a bra on.

She got each of us a soda from the fridge, and after handing me one, she took a seat on the couch not far away from me. We opened the sodas and each took a sip before she told me 'Gary, I — all of us! — had a great time tonight. Thanks for including us in your little celebration — even if I do think you did more than maybe you should have. That's the best time I've had in, oh, ages, it seems. And you can bet that those two aren't going to forget it any time soon, either!'

I just smiled and waved it off, but Andrea told me 'No, really, I mean it. I was just thinking, and it's been years since we've been able to afford to go out to eat — particularly that kind of place, never mind the club afterwards. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to go out and just have fun like that — a good meal, drinks, a little dancing… and with such nice company, too.'

'Well, it was fun for me, too. Sometimes I don't realize how much time I spend inside my house, staring at a screen and abusing a computer keyboard. I had a great time, and three lovely ladies to enjoy it with me.'

Andrea suddenly got serious, and told me 'I don't mean to spoil things, but there's something I've got to ask you.'

Wondering what could be on her mind, I asked 'What is it?'

'Do… do you know anything about the girls… being together?'

Rather than lie to her, I dodged the question by asking 'Why do you ask?'

'I had to stay up later than I usually do a few nights ago. The girls had already gone to bed, but when I went back to my room, I thought I heard something from Gail's room. I thought maybe she was having a bad dream or something, and I turned the handle and opened the door a little bit

— real quiet, so that I wouldn't wake her if I didn't have to. Except that instead of seeing her laying there asleep, I found the two of them in her bed — both of them stark naked, with Gail on top as they… did things to each other. I guess you can imagine how shocked I was when I saw them; I'm still not sure how I managed to close the door, instead of going in there and breaking them up!'

I took a sip of my soda and stayed silent for a few seconds before asking 'You said that Emma was in Gail's room?'

Andrea nodded, and I queried 'But it was Gail on top?'

She told me that was true, and I remained quiet for a bit before asking 'So Emma was in Gail's room — meaning that she must have gone in there on her own. Gail was the one on top, but Emma wasn't fighting her; you said they were doing things to each other.'

'That's right.'

'So what's the problem?'

'What do you mean 'what's the problem'? My two daughters were…doing things to each other

— using their hands and… and mouths in places they shouldn't have been!'

'Yeah, I understand that they were doing things with each other. What I'm not understanding is why it's a problem. Emma was in Gail's room, and not only wasn't she complaining, she was actually participating while Gail was on top of her. It doesn't sound like either of them had forced the other one to be there, and if they were doing things with each other, then I have to figure they were both doing it because they wanted to. You didn't say anything that indicated they were hurting each other or anything, so I have to figure they weren't. If they were there because they wanted to be, doing things that they wanted to, and weren't hurting each other… how is it a problem?'

The look I got from Andrea let me know in no uncertain terms what she thought of my question before she told me 'Girls shouldn't be doing things like that with each other! Besides, they're barely even teenagers; what would be getting into them to be doing things like that?!'

I couldn't resist asking 'You mean, besides each other?', earning myself a withering glare from Andrea before I went on 'Andrea, what, exactly, are they doing to hurt each other? You said you saw them using their hand and mouths on each other — I'm going to guess that there wasn't any… penetration?'

She shook her head reluctantly, and I continued 'So everything was happening on the outside -

which means that both of them are probably still virgins. Surely, you don't think that's bad?'

Andrea grudgingly said that she didn't, and I told her 'Maybe they're barely teenagers, but it sure sounds like they're old enough to know what sex is; at least, enough to know what feels good to them, so that doesn't matter… at least, not at this point. I think you know that they love each other — as sisters — so you can probably figure that they aren't going to do anything to actually hurt each other. From what you've said, that was the only time you've seen them, so you don't know if that was the first time for them — which I doubt — or not; if not, you have no idea how many times, or how long they've been doing that stuff.'

Andrea admitted that she didn't, and listened to me ask 'You and me and Bill never really talked about this kind of stuff, and I obviously don't have the faintest idea of what your lives were like together. So what is it, really, that bothers you about them?'

Andrea sat there in silence for several seconds before hesitantly telling me 'My own folks were pretty strict and conservative about… physical matters. When my mom told me about becoming a woman, she actually used the term 'wifely duties' instead of saying the word 'sex'. Growing up, both of them made it pretty clear to me that sex was only between men and women, and meant to be for making babies. It wasn't until after I got out of high school and moved away from home that I started learning that there were… other things that could happen. Not just between a boy and girl, but between girls, and… and even boys. I mean, I'd heard about homosexuals, and I kinda knew that they were guys that didn't like girls, but nothing more than that — at least, not until I got to college. Then when I started finding out the things that I didn't know before… well, it really threw me. A lot. Bill… Bill wanted me to do different things with him, sometimes, but after the way I grew up, I just couldn't; I think that's part of the reason that he was willing to be with that other woman. So when I saw the girls, and what they were doing, the first thing that I thought was that there was something wrong with ME, for me to have two daughters that would do things like that with each other. Since Bill left, I've tried to be