Next Door Neighbor

Finally, she drew in a deep breath, and told us 'I can't see anything wrong with what you've said. It goes against so much of what I've learned so far, but there's simply no escaping the fact that what you say is true; and that your attitude about maturity and responsibility is right. The only thing that has mattered to me, for as long as I can remember, is the FACTS, the EVIDENCE. What you show me here is indisputable fact; with my own eyes and ears, I know the evidence that these young ladies are mature well beyond their years, and deserving of the trust and responsibility you give them.'

With that, Sandra moved over to Robyn, and they kissed before putting an arm around each other. Amy watched as it happened, then asked Sandra 'Why did you do that?'

Sandra looked at her as though Amy weren't quite right in the head, and answered 'Because she's my best friend, and I love her.'

'You don't care that she's another girl?'

'No. All I care about is that she's my friend, and I'm her friend.'

'Would you kiss another girl like that?'

'Yes, if she was my friend, and I loved her.'

'Is that how you kiss boys?'

'The ones that I love, yes.'

'And you know what love is?'

'Love is when making someone else happy means as much to you as making yourself happy. When you'd rather get hurt than have them hurt.'

Amy then asked Robyn 'And you?'

'What she said. She's my best friend. We love each other. We love my mom. We love Dan. Different ways, but love is love, right?'

Amy turned to look at Lucy, who just smiled at her and said 'She's got a point, you know. I love each of them, in different ways. That doesn't mean that I love one more than the other, only that I love them differently, just like my love for Dan is different from what I feel for them. But it's still*love*.'

'And you're okay with that?' Amy asked me.

'Sure, why not? They're not hurting anyone, least of all each other.

They really do care about each other. They've been best friends for a pretty long time, even by adult standards. Most of society would frown on what they do, but then, most of society has it's head on backwards about a lot of things. To paraphrase something the science fiction author Heinlein said in one of his books, 'If everyone knows such-and-such, then it isn't so, by a factor of at least a hundred to one.' We've already agreed that they're mature; why deny them the freedom to express honest, caring emotions in a physical way just because they're both the same gender?'

She sat there, blinking at me as she thought for a couple of minutes before nodding her head, and saying 'Go on.'

'You look tense. If Lucy were to rub your shoulders, would that be helpful?'

'Yes'

'If you were nervous, or afraid, and she held your hand, or hugged you, would that be a caring gesture?'

'Yes'

'Then if you were feeling sexual desire, and she was willing to help you relieve some of that desire, it wouldn't that just be an even greater help, and a more caring gesture? Simply more of what she'd already shown, and not something different?'

'But she's another woman.'

'So? Do you think your body would care the gender of the hands that soothed your brow? Do you think your body would care the gender of the arms that held you in times of stress? Do you really think your body would care the gender of the lips and fingers that brought it sexual relief? Or would it be only your mind that would object? A mind that you've already admitted has accumulated a number of misconceptions?'

Again, she got a distant look on her face as she thought through what we'd just told her.

A few moments later, she excused herself, and went into the bathroom.

When she came out several minutes later, she was wearing only her very sheer bra, French-cut panties, and a nervous smile on her face.

As we all looked at her, she took a deep breath and said 'I admire all of you; but particularly Dan. If you can be that loving, that caring, and that honest with each other, then it's something that I want to learn, too. Every day on my job, I'm ready to take a bullet for somebody else – but*this* scares me. I've never opened myself up like this to*anyone*. But I'm determined to do it with you, people that I KNOW are what I want to be like. I don't know how much of this I can actually DO, but I'm damned well going to*try*.'

Robyn, Lucy, and Sandra all looked at me, telling me with their eyes that I should be the one to respond to Amy's statement.

I stood up slowly, and as she watched me, undressed before her, setting my holstered pistol on the table next to her purse before letting my clothes accumulate in a small pile on the floor next to my feet. Naked, I carefully walked toward her, stopping when I was but a single step away. With her eyes on mine, I told her 'Amy, you've shown us bravery by your willingness to protect us. You've shown us kindness by showing those I love how to protect themselves when I was not there to protect them. You've shown us respect by not denigrating our choices. Now you show us trust. We respect all the qualities in you that make you who you are. One of the most basic things that all of us believe in is that we will NOT force or push another person into doing something they do not want to do. If you wish to join us this evening, as our friend and guest, we will be delighted to help and encourage and comfort you as much as you want or need. If, at any time, you are uncomfortable with something, you only have to say so, and we'll respect that without thinking badly of you. Each of us has gotten to where we are at a different speed, and in a different way; and we are not the kind of people to think ill of someone else as they move along THEIR path at THEIR speed.'

As I started talking, I could hear it as Lucy and the girls started undressing, too, so that by the time I was finished, all four of us were naked before Amy. When I stopped talking, she looked deep into my eyes, then looked at the others, seeing their nakedness. When she looked at me again, she nodded slightly, and did not flinch when I took the last step forward before I kissed her softly on the lips.

When I stepped back again, first Lucy, then Robyn, and finally Sandra moved forward to kiss her, too – just as softly, and just as chastely, as I had.

She looked at each of us, and saw only patient acceptance of her and her situation. When she understood that we welcomed her without making any demands in the process, she started to cry softly, and the four of us moved in to hold her, and comfort her. When she'd gotten herself back together, and stopped leaking around the eyes, she stood up and gave a little shake before announcing 'Dammit, if you're all going to run around naked, I'm not going to be the party pooper by wearing a bra and panties!'. As she reached behind herself to unhook her bra, Robyn asked 'Can I do that for you?' – and with a smile, Amy nodded. Then Sandra stepped forward, and replaced Amy's hands with her own on Amy's panties, gently sliding them down her legs, then setting them aside before standing up and stepping back again. When Robyn had gotten the bra unhooked, she slid it off Amy's shoulders, and down her arms, before moving over to set it on top of the panties. That done, she moved back with the rest of us, to look at what Amy had chosen to reveal to us. At first, she looked nervous, but quickly got her courage back, and simply stood there, her hands at her sides, as we looked her over.

What we saw was smooth pale skin with a light dusting of freckles across her shoulders, a pair of medium- sized breasts with small pink areolas and nipples. Below them was a trim stomach, then a flat belly that merged into a pair of trim, muscular thighs. Between those thighs was a small triangle of dark red, curly pubic hair; peeking out from under it, we could see the edges of her labia. As we were looking it at her, she was looking at us, too – and when she got to me, and saw that I'd become semi-erect at the sight of her, we could all see it as her nipples hardened, and her labia extended a little more. Without prompting, she turned away from us, so that we could see the small, tight globes of her ass, before she turned around again.

Lucy was the first to move toward her, giving Amy a kiss that made it clear that Lucy found her attractive, too. Then it was Robyn, followed by Sandra, both of whom made their kisses as friendly, and inviting, as Lucy's. Finally, it was my turn – and to my surprise, it was Amy that made it clear that any activity between us would be welcomed. From the corner of my eye, I could see Lucy looking on, somewhat bemused by Amy's actions.