Distracting (and pleasurable) though it was, I couldn't help but ask 'Don't you think you ought to put the blouse back on? Or are you just trying to get me arrested?'. She laughed, and said that she really didn't like wearing a bra, and that she was putting her blouse back on, anyway. I must confess to being more than a little relieved when she did just that – though she made it a point to leave it about half undone, just so that she could flash what cleavage she had at me every time I looked over at her.
The night air was a little cool, and her erect nipples made for some pleasant distractions.
Eventually, though, we did get back to my place. We hadn't any more than gotten the door closed when the phone rang. It was Robyn's mother, Lucy, calling from the airport. She explained to me that her flight had been overbooked, and that she'd agreed to be 'bumped' in exchange for a free ticket. The result was that she wouldn't actually be back in town until after 3:00 AM. She wanted to know if it was still agreeable for Robyn to spend another night, and I assured her that it was. I told her that we'd just gotten back from having supper out, and she was glad to hear that I wasn't going to feed Robyn nothing but junk food and pizza. Robyn was listening, too, when her mother asked if Robyn had been behaving herself; and she almost went into (quiet) hysterics when I told her mother 'I couldn't*ask* Robyn for better than what she's given me'.
We continued to chat for a couple minutes about where she'd been and what the course had been about and such before she asked to talk with Robyn. By this time, Robyn had pretty well recovered from the answer I'd given her mother about her behavior, and was able to talk with her for a little bit. I heard Robyn tell her mother 'Oh, yes, I'm being very good.' – and nodded my head in enthusiastic agreement, almost causing Robyn to break out laughing. Finally, though, her mother remembered that she'd called me collect, said goodbye, and Robyn hung up the phone – and promptly collapsing on the floor in laughter, gasping ''Couldn't*ask* for better….'' (chortles of laughter) ''I'm being*very* good…'' followed by more laughter. It took her longer to get her composure back because I kept standing there, shaking my head and making 'tsk, tsk, tsk' noises; and about the time she finally calmed down, I told her (in a child-like, accusing voice) 'Oooooo, what you
Finally, though, she calmed down again, and was able to get back up off the floor, where she'd been laughing and crying. I got her a small towel, and she used it to dry her eyes and face before heading into the bathroom.
I went over and turned on the TV, and a few minutes later, heard her as she left the bathroom – but it was a couple more minutes before she came walking back into the living room, wearing only a smile. I looked at her and raised and eyebrow, and she just said 'I'm more comfortable this way.
Besides, isn't snuggling on the couch this way a lot more fun?'. I certainly couldn't argue with her logic, and went into the bedroom to undress, too. When I went back into the living room, I saw that Robyn had gotten the blanket out, and was waiting for me to join her on the couch. I had a sudden thought, and mentioned to her that it would probably be a good idea if we made the couch up ready to be slept on before settling down to watch TV. She looked confused, and I explained to her that if her mother was even later getting in, she might stop by, and it wouldn't do to have an unmade couch for her to see. Robyn understood the sense in that, and together we made the couch up ready for 'bed'. Once we'd settled in, I mentioned to her that having the sheets and such looking 'lived in' would also help preserve the appearance that Robyn had slept on the couch and not in my bed. She nodded her understanding of that, too.
We lay there on the couch for most of the evening. Sometimes, I'd be laying down with Robyn laying on top of me; other times, I'd be sitting, and Robyn would have her head in my lap while I had my hand on her breast (and during commercials, she'd turn her head and give my penis little kisses and licks while I'd tweak her nipples, keeping us both mildly stimulated).
Later, though, she sat up and looked at me as though she had something on her mind. I turned the TV off, and asked her if there was something she wanted to talk about. She said there was, and I had to prompt her to go ahead. After a couple of false starts, she finally came out with 'Remember what you did? Before?'. That kind of question left me completely blank, and I had to tell her 'If you can narrow down the definition of 'what I did' and 'before', I can probably answer your question'. She took a deep breath, and said 'I mean what you did earlier tonight, while I was on the bed and you were on the floor. What you were doing… with your finger…'. With that, I understood what she was talking about (when I'd had my finger in her anus), and replied 'Okay, now I know what you mean.
Was there something wrong? Did I hurt you, or did you not like it, or what?'. She hesitated again, and finally said 'Well, no, I mean yes, I mean, no you didn't hurt me, and yes, I did like it. I just don't know if it's wrong, or not'.
I reminded her about what I'd said about her body telling her if something was happening to it that was 'wrong'; she remembered that, but said that she was worried that she was somehow 'weird' for liking it. I told her that there were a lot of different things that excited people, and that not everyone was 'turned on' by the same things. She asked me what I meant, and I started out by pointing out gay men and women; noting that just because a man or woman was sexually excited by another person of the same sex didn't make them 'weird', just different. She gave me a funny look, and I told her that gays had enough trouble from other people just for being gay, and that I didn't think it was up to me to judge them just for their sexual orientation. She seemed to understand that; particularly after I pointed out to her that there were enough people in the world that didn't like each other for all kinds of stupid 'reasons', and that I wasn't going to contribute to the stupidity by sticking my personal moral values into something that really wasn't any of my business, anyway. She asked me if I thought there was such a thing as 'Sin', and I told her that I could only think of 3 things that I would consider 'sinful' – and one of those was just stupidity taken to an extreme: hurting yourself (the stupid one), hurting others (whether out of malice or self-righteousness), and one person trying to force their concept of 'morality' on someone else (whether physically, emotionally, or intellectually). I explained that sometimes it really IS necessary to hurt someone else, whether physically (like a doctor performing an amputation) or emotionally (telling someone with bad grooming habits that you don't want to stand downwind of them – but ONLY if you do it out of genuine concern for them, and not to hurt them or because it makes you feel 'superior'). As for morality, I told her, if you can't convince the other person of the validity of your position calmly through words and reason and logic, then you have no reason to use force against them UNLESS they try to use force against you, first; and then only if you use enough force to cancel theirs, or they present a genuine physical threat against you. She thought about that for a few minutes, and asked me a few more questions about what I'd said, and I answered them as best I could, until she was finally satisfied that she understood it.
Then she asked me if I thought she might be gay because she had smelled her own panties. It was all I could do not to laugh; I quietly told her again that different things stimulated different people, and that if she enjoyed the smell of her own lubrication, then that was her business. She was real quiet for a bit, and finally admitted to me 'While I was smelling them, I was wondering what another girl would smell like; and while you were licking me, I was thinking about what it would be like to lick another woman that way. And I've thought about what it would be like to feel another woman's tits, and for her to feel mine. Is that bad?'. I had to assure her that*I* didn't think so – I reminded her that she had seemed to enjoy what we had done together (making her smile), and that if she thought she would enjoy being with another girl or woman, then she would simply have twice as many ways to feel sexual pleasure. She laughed a little at that, and I told her that the only way she was ever going to find out if she really liked it or not would be to try it – if she liked it, then fine; if not, then she knew that, too. She got kind of thoughtful about that for a couple of minutes, and finally said 'I guess you're right. But who to find out
With that said, she looked at me as though just realizing that I was still there, blushed a little, and said 'Just thinking about it makes me all wet – see?', leaned back, and spread her legs, showing me that her vaginal lips were extended and glistening with her moisture. I told her that as many times, and as strongly, as she'd made me cum in the last couple of days, I wasn't sure that I could do anything myself, but that I'd be happy to do whatever I could for
