my face, and rummaged around in the bag I'd brought over before 'discovering' something.
I pulled out the gift I'd bought Sandra, and took it over to her, telling her to close her eyes. She did, reluctantly, and I fastened a fine platinum chain around her neck, with an onyx stone hanging from it. She opened her eyes when Lucy and Robyn gasped; she turned around to see what it looked like on her, and after a few seconds, launched herself into my arms, hugging me and thanking me for it. Lucy and Robyn both admired it greatly, Lucy commenting on how the chain went with Sandra's hair while the stone served to highlight her complexion.
While they were ooh-ing and ahhh-ing, I stood and looked at Robyn for a little bit; when I saw her starting to get nervous, rummaged around in the bag again for a little bit before coming up with another small package. Without prompting, she closed her eyes, but got a confused look on her face when she felt me doing something to her ankle. When she opened her eyes, Lucy and Sandra were only staring at her foot – and when she looked, understood why. Around her ankle was a medium-weight gold chain, with a small diamond hanging from it. She tried standing on one leg to pull the ankle up to where she could look at the chain, but only succeeded in falling onto the bed. Laying there, she managed to get her leg up high enough to look at the chain and diamond more closely; when she looked at me next, there were tears in her eyes before she scrambled into my arms for a mutual hug.
As Lucy looked from one to the other of them, I went back to the bag, and rummaged around again. When I pulled my hand out of it, Lucy looked at me in eager anticipation, then closed her eyes while each of the girls held one of her hands at their side. She felt me at her neck, then heard the girls both gasp, but before she opened her eyes, I asked her to wait a moment. I moved to stand in front of her, then told her to go ahead and look, which she did – finding a gold necklace around her throat, with a star sapphire hanging from it. I moved a couple steps back, and frowned at her, speculatively. She lifted her head, and got nervous when she saw me looking at her that way. I finally brightened, and said 'I*knew* I was forgetting something!' before reaching into my pocket. Not letting her see what I had, I took a step forward, then knelt down to take her hand in mine. As she looked at me in total surprise, I slipped a diamond ring on her finger, and said 'If you'll agree to be my wife, I think you'll want this.'
Robyn and Sandra all but stopped breathing as we waited for Lucy to say something.
She did a really good fish imitation (mouth opening and closing, but no sound coming out) for several long, long seconds before getting the presence of mind to grab my hands and say 'Yes. Yes! Oh, god, YES!' That settled, she pulled me to my feet and gave me a long, hard hug, quickly followed by a long, hard kiss.
Both of us were breathing heavy when it ended – only to have Sandra and Robyn latch onto us for a group hug before the three of them moved away slightly so Robyn and Sandra could admire the diamond I'd bought for Lucy.
When they'd finished looking at it, and discussing the situation, all of them swarmed over to give me another hug – Robyn and Sandra with looks of awe and envy on their faces. Looks that were soon replaced with contentment when I kissed each of them thoroughly, and told them that I'd*always* love them, too.
As we were standing there, Sandra moved over to stand in front of me. When I looked down at her, she said 'Dan, there's something I want to give you.
Something special.'
Robyn and Lucy immediately focused on her, not saying a thing, as I told her 'Sandra, you've already given me something special. Something more important to me than anything I could buy with money.'
She looked at me inquisitively, and I told her, simply, 'Your love.'
She got a radiant look on her face before telling me 'I mean something besides that.'
I raised an eyebrow, and she went on 'I started my period today. I'm not bleeding yet, but it's still kind of, uh, messy between my legs. So instead of making love with you, I want you to be the one to help me find out what it's like if I make love with, um, my butt.'
Robyn and Lucy looked at her in absolute amazement – not only because it was her making the request, but the fact that she was making it so openly. Truth be told, it caught me flat-footed – it simply never occurred to me that she would ask me anything like that. It took me several seconds to respond – and I managed to do it that fast only because I could see the fear of rejection in her eyes.
'Sandra, you don't have to do this. I gave you the necklace because I thought it would look good on you, and because you're already someone special to me.
Not for any other reason' was the best I could come up with that fast.
To my surprise, she reached behind her neck and unfastened the necklace, then tried to hand it to me, saying 'Okay, if you're worried about that, you can have it back. But I still want you, that way.'
She looked disappointed when I took the necklace, but quickly brightened up when I reached around to fasten it on her neck again.
I looked at her for several more seconds, before finally telling her 'Sandra, if that's what you want, then we can try. But there's any pain, or anything like that, then we stop.'
She quickly nodded her agreement, and started to reach behind herself to reach the clasp on what was pretending to be a bra – but I stopped her, saying, 'Here, let me do that', with a smile. She let her arms drop to her sides, and stood there, smiling at me in open invitation.
I moved behind her and put my hands on her upper arms as I softly kissed each of her shoulders before sliding my hands forward to hold her breasts in my hands. Even as I was cupping them, I could feel her nipples erect, and drew my fingertips across them, making them even stiffer. From her breasts, I slid my hands around to her sides, and slowly caressed her sides – almost tickling her, but not quite. After a few slow, gentle strokes from her ribs to her hips, I let my hands glide to her back, where I easily unhooked the fastening that held the back strap together. When it came free, the ends fell to her sides, but the bra stayed on her, so neatly did it follow the curves of her breasts. I slipped my fingertips under it, then eased my hands forward, gradually replacing the touch of the bra material with the touch of my hands. As I finally held the flesh of her breasts in my hands, the bra slipped off her breasts, then down her arms, hanging lightly on her wrists. She moved as though to clasp her hands, freeing the wispy material so it could fall lightly to the floor, forming gossamer cloud on the carpet.
With her bare breasts in my hands, I again marveled at how firm and smooth they were, how free of blemishes, how soft and delightfully warm to the touch they were. I could feel her pale areolas puckering under my touch, crinkling as they tightened in her arousal and pleasure; her nipples got longer and harder with each pass of my fingertips across them. I heard her moan, ever so softly, and gently turned her around so that I could share a deep, loving kiss with her as I contented myself with simply holding her young mounds in my hands.
After a bit, out kiss ended – at least as far as our lips were concerned. She stood there, trembling slightly, as I slowly knelt down, kissing any part of her that I could reach as I moved: the hollow of her throat, collarbones, shoulders, the upper slopes of her breasts, between her breasts, her nipples (*ever* so softly), her belly, her navel (spending quite some time there), her abdomen, her hips, then, finally, the top of her pubis, just above the line of her panties.
She held my head in her hands as I reached around her again, this time to softly stroke and squeeze the globes of her young, firm asscheeks. I caressed her like that for some time before letting my fingers wander far enough to slide underneath the small fabric band that surrounded her hips, holding her panties in place. I let my hands move freely over her ass, then thighs, as I worked the waistband of her panties down her legs, letting them fall the last little bit to the floor. With them pooled around her ankles, she raised each foot in turn to step out of them, so that she finished with her legs slightly spread, her panties between her feet.
I placed my hands on her calves, enjoying their slender firmness for a few moments before raising my arms to slide my hands to softly stroke the backs of her knees several times, feeling her legs tremble slightly in her arousal. Next was a thorough tactile examination of her thighs, using both all of my hands, and just the fingertips as I repeatedly traced a variety of paths along the insides of her thighs. As I did that, I could see her labia start to extend, and her clitoral hood begin to make an appearance; and I could detect the delightful aroma of aroused woman-child, tinged with a slight tanginess of her beginning menses.
I leaned forward slightly, and brushed her pubic hair with my nose and upper lip, pleased with its soft texture; but I could feel her stiffen slightly as I did. I looked up into her face, and smiled in reassurance before telling her 'It's okay. It doesn't gross me out, or anything, that you're starting your period.'
She smiled back, not quite sure about whether to believe me or not; I let it slide, and eased my way back to a standing position. Again, I kissed everything I could lay my lips on, reversing the course I'd taken on the way
