Next Door Neighbor

could have seen it, too!' – and causing Robyn to blush even harder.

We cuddled there for probably half an hour before Sandra raised up enough to ask if anyone else was hungry – which prompted Robyn to chime in that she was. Feeling a little hollow, myself, I asked what they wanted; almost in unison, they asked 'Pizza?'. I thought about it a moment, and decided that it actually sounded pretty good. I volunteered Robyn to go order it so that Sandra and I could cuddle a little longer. When she left, I nudged Sandra, and when she turned to me, told her that I'd really enjoyed what she'd done. She blushed slightly, and told me that she'd been a little worried and nervous about it at first, but that between Robyn's guidance and my acceptance of what she was doing quickly calmed her down. About that time, Robyn came back in, and crawled onto the bed to lay on the other side of Sandra, her head resting Sandra's shoulder. Robyn listened as Sandra went on to tell me that she liked what she and Robyn had been doing, but that she wanted to 'know the rest of it – you know, what it was like with a guy'.

At that, Robyn reached around to cup one of Sandra's breasts before telling her 'I like what we do, too – and in some ways, it's even better than what I feel when I'm with him. But in other way's it's not as good. I mean, it's like they're two completely different ways of having fun. They are, I guess, but it's like the way it even *feels* is completely different, too.'

Sandra looked at her inquisitively, and Robyn went on to explain 'When I'm with you, what we do is really nice – we're both girls, and we know what feels go to us as girls. We're soft and gentle and careful with each other, and that feels really nice. But there's stuff that we just can't do – like the actual sex part. I mean, I've tried using stuff like the handle on my hairbrush, a candle, and a couple of other things, and they feel good, but they just aren't him. They don't feel the same, and they don't act the same. Not better or worse than what we have, just different – better in some ways, not as good in others.'

Sandra turned back to look at me, and said 'That's what I want to know – how being with you is better, and how it's not. What it feels like when you're inside me, and what it feels like when you shoot your stuff inside me. I've heard about making love different ways, and I want to know what they feel like.'

I smiled at her, and said 'I think we can do that. One of the things that worried me was hurting you; but when I was touching you, I found out that you don't have your maidenhead – your 'cherry'. So, I don't think that anything we do will actually hurt you. It might be uncomfortable at first, but that's all.'

Sandra smiled back, and told me 'I've got to admit that I was kinda worried about it hurting, too; but if I don't have my 'cherry', then I guess I don't have anything to worry about. From what Robyn told me, and from what you've done, I know that you wouldn't hurt me on purpose, but it's still nice to hear it. But what happened?'

'I don't know. It's possible that something happened when you were real young. Maybe it was so small and thin that when I put my finger in you, it broke then. It might even be that you didn't have one to start with – that's rare, but it happens. Whatever it was, I'd say it doesn't matter now.'

Robyn chipped in with 'I'd say it doesn't either – but it kinda makes me jealous, and it kinda doesn't.'

Sandra looked at her inquisitively, and Robyn answered the implied question 'Well, I'm jealous because my first time hurt a little bit, even though he was SO gentle with me, and had*me* on top, so that I could stop if it hurt. But then again, I'm*not* jealous because I had that first experience. Does that make sense?'

Sandra got a slightly thoughtful look on her face, and after a moment, nodded in understanding before turning back to me to say 'Robyn told me that when you shoot like that, you last longer the next time. Uh, how long does that last? I mean, I don't want to rush you or anything, but I want it to last as long as possible, too. Do you know what I mean?'

I gave a little laugh, as did Robyn, before I told her 'That won't be any problem. By the time we finish the pizza, I'll be able to go again; anything that happens between then and before we'd go to bed would take the time I think you want. Each time I 'shoot' – it's also called a climax, or 'cumming' – it takes me a longer before I'm ready again, and makes it take that much longer for me to finish. So there's no hurry, and there's no reason to wait – whenever it happens tonight, I think we'll both be fine.'

We continued to lay there, holding and caressing each other, until the doorbell rang; I told Robyn that it was probably the pizza, and she quickly put on a blouse and shorts (no underwear) while I told her to get the money out of my wallet – and to make sure and tip the driver a couple dollars. She left, and Sandra and I heard as she answered the door, then took delivery of our supper. When we heard the door close, we got up and headed in to meet Robyn in the living room. I took charge of the pizza as Sandra went in to get us drinks while Robyn shed her clothing again.

We watched a little TV as we ate – none of us ate all that much, in anticipation of the rest of the evening, I think. I also took the opportunity to casually query Sandra about birth control, and more specifically, about her period. Initially surprised by the questions, she didn't hesitate to answer them; I easily learned that she would be starting her next period in a few days. That meant that she was between periods, and thus, infertile. No chance of making her pregnant, thankfully. When we were done, Robyn took put the leftovers in the fridge so that Sandra and I could get comfortable on the couch. When she got back, she parked herself next to Sandra; she hadn't any more than leaned back than the phone rang. I nudged Sandra to raise up a bit – she had to do the same to Robyn, so it was a couple more rings before I was able to answer the phone. As I'd expected, it was Lucy, calling to let us know she'd arrived okay, and to see how things were going. When they heard me use her name, both girls started to get up, but I gestured to them that I wanted to speak to Lucy alone for a bit, so they settled back down, still watching me. I moved over to where my computer desk was, so that I could talk quietly with Lucy without the girls listening in.

'So how's it going, there, fella? Bagged any teenyboppers yet?', Lucy asked with a laugh.

'I'm not sure who's trying to bag who', I replied.

'You're kidding. Right?'

'Nope. As I'm sitting here, Robyn and Sandra are both stark naked on the couch, molesting each other every now and then while they wait for me to let you talk to them.'

'Okay, I'll play – why are they naked on your couch?'

'Because we just finished some pizza for supper, silly', I teased.

'No, not why they're on the couch; why are they naked?', she responded, only slightly exasperated.

'Because a little while ago, Sandra gave me one helluva blowjob – her first ever, mind you – while Robyn was eating her.'

'Uh-huh. And just what were YOU doing? Other than enjoying the hell out of it?'

'Well, first I used my hand on Robyn, then I used my hand and my mouth on Sandra.'

There was a pause while she thought that one over, then she asked 'And how is it that Robyn was so willing to participate in this? More specifically, how is it that you're so able to finger-fuck my daughter?'

I waited, and a few seconds later, Lucy said 'Look, I'm not mad that you did anything with them. Jealous, maybe, but not mad. I just want to know if you're banging my daughter, okay? Not to haul your ass off to jail, or to get anyone in any trouble or anything, but just so I know she's with someone that will treat her right.'

'In that case, then, yes, Robyn and I have been together.'

'From the way you said that, you're not going to tell me a damn thing more, are you?'

'Nope.'

She sighed, and said 'I expected as much – you not telling, that is.

I suppose that I should be surprised that she's sexually active, but I'm not; after all, I*am* the one that got her fixed up with birth control, and we all know why birth control is needed. The only real comfort of this is that I know you, and know that you're not going to do anything to hurt her, physically or emotionally. You realize, of course, that the only reason I don't fly home right now and rip your lungs out through your nose is because of all you've done for us; and because I've learned what kind of guy you really are?'

'Okay. I don't realize it, but if you say so, then I'll accept it, and thank you for it.'

'Hmmph. Rat. Bastard. Child molester. Pervert.'

'Flattery will get you nowhere', I replied, archly – teasing her.

She laughed, and said 'More than anything else, I envy you. Okay, let me talk to the miniature sex bombs.'

With that, I gestured to the girls that Lucy wanted to talk to them; they were all but climbing over me to get to the phone in nothing flat. When Robyn finally got control of the phone, I headed into the kitchen for another soda,