I went on by saying 'You know that she's shown you a fair amount of trust, right?' – a solemn nod – 'Then you must also know that if you do anything to betray that trust, or believe that she was wrong in giving you that trust, she's not going to be very happy about It.', getting me an even more solemn nod. I continued talking to her for a while longer, re-emphasizing all the things I'd said before, and finishing up by suggesting to Robyn that she approach her mother for another talk, and try to make sure that the two of them really understood what the other was saying – and perhaps even go so far as to write down a 'ten commandments' or 'privacy rules' or something, just to make sure that they weren't talking at cross purposes. She said that sounded like a good idea, and about that time, we heard her mother's car pull in as she got home from work. I told Robyn that she should probably get home and get her homework done, and we got outside just as her mother was getting out of the car.
Lucy saw us as Robyn was heading back to her apartment, and I gestured to her that she should come over for a bit. She nodded, signaled me that it would be a few minutes, and went on in to her apartment.
It was about 10 minutes or so before I heard her knocking at my door – and when I answered it, it was all I could do not to just stand there drooling: Lucy had changed out of her 'office uniform', and into a ragged, slightly- too-small t-shirt (*clearly* no bra on under it) that only came down to about the middle of her belly, and a pair of frayed jeans that had been trimmed off right at crotch level. I stood there looking her up and down for a few seconds before I got my senses back, and invited her in.
After she went by, headed for the chair, I could see that the seat of the jeans had gotten enough wear that her ass cheeks seemed to be peeking through as she walked. When I closed the door, she glanced over her shoulder, and saw me watching her. I went on into the living room, and sat down; she surprised me a bit by sitting at the other end of the couch, and turning toward me.
When she'd gotten herself situated, looked me in the eye and said 'Thanks! It's nice to know that I'm still attractive.', making me flush a little before answering in absolute sincerity 'Believe me – looking good is something that should be*way* down you list of Stuff To Worry About!', drawing a pleasant laugh from her. With that out of the way, she asked me why I'd asked her to stop by. I quickly told her about Robyn's visit to let me know about their conversation the night before. She looked a bit surprised, and I reminded her that I was probably the first adult that Robyn had felt she could really*trust* as a confidante. She got a little bit of a hurt look in her face, and I quickly followed up by saying that that was why I'd asked her to stop over. I told her that Robyn had seemed enthusiastic about their talk, but had also expressed some worries; and followed that by telling her a condensed version of what I'd told Robyn.
She nodded her understanding as I was talking, and brightened up considerably when I got to the part about Robyn going back to her mother for another talk.
At that point, I paused a bit, and asked her if she wanted something to drink, and she said she'd*kill* for a Coke; so I got us each one from the kitchen. When I got back, she'd pulled both of her feet under her again, and when I sat down, could see a bit of white lace from the edge of her panties peeking out around the crotch of her shorts. As soon as we'd each taken a few swallows of our drinks, I went on to tell her that I'd suggested to Robyn that she bring up the subject of making sure that they both understood and agreed on what the 'rules' and limits of their relationship would be – she didn't look real happy about that, but didn't seem too upset by it, either. Then I told her about suggesting to Robyn that the two of them might find it helpful to even go so far as to write down some kind of guidelines, just to be sure that they were in agreement.
She looked kind of doubtful about that, until I pointed out to her that it could help her in a couple of different ways. First, by giving her the chance to work _with Robyn_ to establish some kind of ground rules as to what was acceptable, and what wasn't. She again expressed her understanding of what I was saying; with that, I figured she had the idea, let the subject drop, and asked her how things were going.
She told me about her job as a financial analyst, the people she worked with, and so on. From there, she told me a little about her marriage ('doomed from the start'), her ex-husband ('a spoiled momma's boy; all he ever really thought about was himself'), and the house she'd lived in ('a beautiful place, except for the other occupant of the house') before going through several different apartments before moving in where she was now – barely a month before I did. She also told me how Robyn missed her best friend from that time, a girl named Sandra, and how Robyn didn't much care for going to visit her father, and the boys didn't care much about coming to see her – 'We thought it was a good idea before we had to actually do it; now the kids just don't want to have anything to do with It.'. She also told me that Sandra would be coming for a visit that summer, after school let out in a few more weeks. I asked her how Sandra and Robyn got along, and she told me that Sandra seemed a bit young for her age, and with Robyn's maturity, the two of them seemed to kind of 'meet in the middle', getting along extremely well. I told her that I still didn't envy her having two young girls in the apartment, and she laughed, saying that the trouble caused by having girls in the apartment was cumulative, not exponential, making me laugh in return. With that, she said that she thought she'd better get home and get something ready for supper before Robyn started chewing on the furniture, making me laugh and agree that I'd been surprised by her appetite. That reminded her of her promise, and she said that she'd stop by the next day to pay me her share of the pizza and the meal that I'd taken Robyn out for. I agreed to the pizza money, but told her that Robyn had been extremely well-behaved, and that it had been my pleasure to have such good company while dining out. She looked kind of doubtful (like '*MY* Robyn? Well- behaved?'), but let it pass, getting up and heading for the door. I accompanied her, and when we got to the door, she thanked me again for helping them out, and gave me a quick hug (an altogether enjoyable experience, dressed as she was!) before leaving.
The next afternoon, I was just getting back from some errands and shopping when I saw Robyn getting home from school. She saw me drive up, and came over to help me carry in some of my purchases. When we got inside, I offered her a Coke, which she accepted, and we went over to sit in the living room.
She waited for me to sit on the couch, and then laid down on it, so that her head was resting in my lap. I put my hand on her belly, and after a moment, lifted it, pulled her shirt up, moved my hand to her breast, and pulled her shirt back down, covering most of my forearm.
She started telling me about how she'd had another talk with her mother the night before, but after only a few sentences, reached up and gave my hand a little squeeze, indicating that she wanted me to caress her breast while she talked. As she continued, I slowly stroked her breasts and nipples as she told me that her mother had made an appointment for her with a doctor, and that she was going to be fitted with an IUD – giving me a happy smile at that bit of good news.
She resumed by telling me that she'd brought up the subject of maybe writing down something to help them out when they had their talks, but that her mother had suggested that they write the things down together, and Robyn wasn't all that sure she wanted to do that. When she'd said so, her mother had said that maybe they should take a little time to think about it, and then continue their talk (expecting, I think, that Robyn would come to me for advice). I asked her if she wanted her mother to let her grow up, and she said that of course she did. Then I asked her if she thought it would be fair for her mother to write all the 'rules', and she said she didn't think so. So I asked her if it wasn't fair for her mother to write all the rules, why would it be fair for Robyn to write all the rules? She had to admit that it wouldn't but said that she was worried that her mother would try to limit her too much; I said that I suspected that her mother was worried that Robyn would
I told her 'You know that your mother and I have talked a bit, don't you?', and when she said that she had, added 'Would you like for me to talk to her about this, without actually telling her anything you've said?'. Robyn seemed kind of doubtful about that, but said that if I thought I could help, she wouldn't mind – 'But*please* be careful about what you say!', which I assured her I would.
We stayed there like that for a few moments; then she hesitated a bit, and told me that she'd started her period that morning. I told her that I understood, and that I wasn't surprised or turned off or anything like that by what she'd said, which seemed to comfort her a little. She waited a little bit more, and then asked 'We can't do anything now, can we?'; and I told her that it wouldn't be a good idea for me to ejaculate in her vagina, but that didn't mean that we couldn't figure out something else to do, if she wanted. She giggled at that, and said that she thought we could probably find something to keep each other entertained, making me laugh a little with her.
I let a little time pass, and then said to her that I thought is sounded as though she was saying that she really didn't want for us to actually 'do'
