period was nature's signal that she was getting ready to be able to make a baby, and that I didn't think there was anything more joyous for a woman than to have a baby that she wanted. I pointed out to her that there was*always* some kind of cost associated with something good in life – just as she couldn't go into a store and just walk out with anything she wanted, she had to pay a 'price' for being able to make babies in the form of a monthly period. Then I asked her if she'd enjoyed making love with me, and she got a happy smile on her face, and said that she sure did! I followed up by asking her if she hadn't had to pay a price for that pleasure; she responded by saying yes, she had, but that even though the price had been a
We stayed like that for a little bit, just enjoying each other's company and the physical contact with each other, when Robyn spoke up again, and told me about the visit of her cousin Sandra. She told me that Sandra was a little taller than she was ('but better built, dammit!'), had ash blonde hair to the middle of her back ('and she's blonde 'down there', too!'), and 'really, really cute!'. I asked her when Sandra would be coming, and she said that she'd be there a couple weeks after school let out the following month. I could see her thinking about something, and she eventually told me that Sandra was probably her very best friend in the _whole world_, that they talked about*everything* – and she suddenly exclaimed 'You know, I bet Sandra could be the one to help me learn about girls!'. When I asked her what she was talking about, she blushed a little, and reminded me about what she'd said to me when she'd spent the night with me – about wondering about what it would be like to be intimate with another girl. I nodded in remembrance, and told her that I wished her good luck, and that if she wanted to talk to me about it, I'd be glad to do what I could to help her.
She just smiled at that, and relaxed again on my lap.
With that out of her system, Robyn seemed content to just lay there, and enjoy the contact with me, without saying anything else. Finally, though, she said that she had some homework to do, and she wanted to get it done.
At that, I let go of her breast and slid my hand out from under her shirt.
She got up off my lap, and when we'd both stood up, put her arm around me while we walked toward the door. When we got there, I took her in my arms and gave her a gentle hug, telling her that I was glad she had come over.
She smiled up at me, and after I'd opened the door for her and she'd started out, I gave her a swat on the backside, telling her to come over again when she could, earning me another view of her dimples.
Over the course of the next couple of weeks, sometimes Robyn and other times her mother, would come over for visits. If it was Robyn, she'd come over when she got home from school; sometimes she'd just want to sit and watch me as I worked on my computer program; other times, she'd be in the mood for a little horseplay – or more correctly, HOSEplay: and more specifically, MY hose! She really did surprise me by some of the things that she suggested and did: One time, she just said that she'd never seen a man masturbate, and asked if I'd do that for her. I said that I was willing, but that I'd like to have something to masturbate*about*; she took the hint, took off all her clothes, and sat at the other end of the couch from me as we watched each other 'do' ourselves. It was absolutely fascinating to watch how she would play with herself – softly stroking her clitoris, sliding her finger into her vagina then pulling it out and licking it off, and so on. When she finally came, the sight of the entrance to her vagina pulsating was enough to send me over the edge, too, shooting my load all over my belly – which Robyn thoughtfully licked up.
Other times, she'd be content to simply finger herself as she gave me a blowjob – she really did enjoy doing it, and it clearly turned her on; only rarely did she climax from that before I'd emptied my balls in her mouth.
Occasionally, she'd let me either simply masturbate her, or use my mouth and tongue and fingers to bring her to climax – often after I'd lubed her anus with her copious fluid and entered her with my finger or thumb.
When her mother came over, it was usually in the early evening, after the two of them had finished supper, and Robyn was working on her schoolwork. She and I would sit in the living room, talking about all kinds of things. Sometimes, she'd want my opinion on something Robyn had said or wanted, and I'd tell her – but always being careful to emphasize that I was an impartial observer, and that my opinions should be tempered by her own judgment.
Other times, she'd come over as soon as she'd changed clothes after getting home from work, and use me as a 'confessional' of sorts telling me about the petty office politics, what things she'd done that she was proud of, how her boss had unjustly chewed her out about something (often accompanied by large amounts of snuffling and eye-leaking, causing me to break out a small towel for her) as I held her and comforted her. Not that I minded the holding and comforting of course, since she was an attractive and cuddlesome arm full; it was just that after she'd cried her woes out, she'd get all embarrassed and shy, and scoot to the other end of the couch.
A couple of times, Lucy invited me over to have dinner with them once for a meal she'd that day (Sunday), made up of roast beef, mashed potatoes, carrots, and dinner rolls, with cheesecake for dessert; the other time, it was to join them in cooking hamburgers on the grill, with chips, baked beans, and corn on the cob to round out the meal. For that one, Lucy and I each had a few beers during the afternoon, with Robyn able to talk each of us into a few sips now and then; and by the time it got dark, we were both feeling mellow without being drunk. We went in to watch a video they'd rented (Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid, with Steve Martin, if it matters), and by the time it ended, it was all Robyn could do to stay awake, between all the food she'd eaten and the amount of beer she'd weaseled out of us. Lucy sent her off to bed while she and I stayed in their living room and chatted until quite late.
Finally, though, school was finished (much to Robyn's delight), and she started spending a lot of time at the pool in our apartment complex. I took advantage of an extended deadline for the project I was working on (not because of software, thankfully), and went over a few times to soak up a little sun, myself. I soon realized that Robyn could not only give a fish lessons on swimming, but look damn sexy in a bikini along the way.
She seemed to delight in jumping in and out of the pool, so that the contrast of warm air and cool water made her nipples hard, and then coming over to me to ask some inane question or other as an excuse to show them to me – just to see the bulge in my swimsuit get a little larger each time she did it. I paid her back one afternoon, though, by waiting until she'd finally laid down to add to her tan, and standing over her with a cold Coke in my hand, waiting for the cold condensation on the outside of it to drip right onto the middle of her back – making her give out a yell, and jump up (and leaving her undone bikini top on the lounge she'd been laying on).
She quickly snatched it up and covered her breasts with it, but not before she got a few appreciative yells and applause for her little 'show', causing her no end of embarrassment.
About a week after the Robyn gave her little pool 'show', I was standing outside getting a little fresh air when her mother came home early (about 2;00) – rushing out of her car and over to me, almost yelling 'I got it! I got it!' before throwing herself into my arms. She said it a few more times into my chest before pulling back from me a little bit, calming herself down a bit, and excitedly telling me that her boss had called her into his office that afternoon, and told her that she'd been given a promotion – and a $5,000-a-year raise to go along with it. I congratulated her, told her that I'd known she'd get it, and pulled her back into my arms (hey – it was nice holding her like that!) and hugging her.
After a little bit, she freed herself again, and told me that after her boss had told her about the promotion, he congratulated her, and told her to take the rest of the day (Friday) off, to celebrate. She then went on to tell me that on the way out, she'd stopped only long enough to spread the news to a couple of her friends from work, and headed right home. I told her that I agreed that it was time to celebrate, and said that it would be my pleasure to take her out to dinner that night. She quickly agreed, and asked if Robyn was included. I said that Robyn probably had reason to celebrate it too, and that she was more than welcome to join us, or not, as her mother saw fit. Lucy smiled at me for that, and said that Robyn deserved a night out, too. Then she suddenly got all flustered, and said that she wasn't in any condition to be going out – I told her that dinner wasn't for a few more hours, and that she certainly had time to take care of whatever she needed to get ready. She agreed, and added that with the raise she was getting, she figured that she could afford to get a permanent and nice dress to wear, too. I asked her if Robyn would need anything, and she laughed, saying that she didn't think Robyn would object to going out and spending
