Message-ID: <19619eli$9902030442@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: deanajohns@hotmail.com (Deana Johns) Subject: *Savant P2 (FF,Mf sed, voy FFfFfFff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: deanajohns@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36b7f501.1030173@burgoyne.com> ====================================================== Savant: By Deana Johns. Copyright 1997 All rights reserved. Limited permission to post is granted providing this header remains intact. May not be posted to any pay sites. May be offered as part of a collection, also provided this header remains intact. Permission to archive is also granted. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This is one of my later stories. As of now, it is incomplete but already very long. If you are seeking quick, cheap smut, you may wish to look elsewhere. But I think the true connoisseurs of erotica will find it plenty steamy if they give it a chance. This is an adult story, if you shouldn't be reading it, don't. I trust this is sufficient warning, given that I am posting this to a predominantly adult area to begin with. As always, comments are desired, welcome, and helpful. I especially like to hear from other women. Please reply to: deanajohns@hotmail.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Savant part 2 Andrea gasped in surprised pleasure. He didn't lick more and she got the idea. She replaced her lips upon his penis and he resumed his attentions upon her. But now he kissed her softly on her inner thigh. Kind of nibbling at her labia. Andrea quivered inside in response to his kisses and nibbles. She wanted him to continue. She tried sucking more of him into her mouth and he got closer to where he had licked her before. He seemed to be teasing her. She could tell if he kept licking her there that it would feel even better than when he licked her ass. She was vaguely aware of it when he began to probe his tongue between her labial lips. Suddenly she was aware that he was licking her where she peed. With a start she realized she was doing the same to him. But what he was doing felt good. She continued, learning to take more of him into her mouth. She learned from his groans what he liked. More of the slightly salty slick fluid seeped from him. She did not care. She was breathing hard and moaning slightly herself from his attention. His tongue delved and touched her hymen and she winced a bit as he played it around it. She got a funny feeling inside. Her body *wanted* him to push his tongue in. She was learning desire. She had talked to girls at school enough to know what sex was. The thing in her mouth would push into her where his tongue was. It would rip her hymen. It would be painful. She found herself wanting it anyway. Desiring it. He twisted his tongue to and fro and she moaned in delight. Somewhere along the line he had started to caress her. Using his fingertips lightly on her skin. She found herself doing the same to him. Feeling the texture of his skin under her touch. The lighter she touched him the better his skin felt. "Remember? Remember the pleasure it gave you last night and today?" he asked from between her thighs. Andrea nodded her head without removing her lips, but moaned slightly from the memory. It had entered her ass. It had touched her shit, but after the kiss that did not matter. She remembered how it had entered her all the way and found herself trying to suck it all the way into her mouth. The deeper it got in her mouth, the closer he got to her most sensitive spot with his tongue. Even now he flicked it occasionally to remind her what it felt like. Andrea found herself bobbing on his erection as she sought to drive it deeper into her mouth, fighting the urge to gag each time it touched the back of her throat. His fingers had found her nipples and were teasing them softly. The feeling made her want more of what he was doing between her legs. Her body quivered with desire. She felt that feeling growing inside her once again. She was breathing hard through her nose and she felt flushed and hot. Each breath a soft moan on the exhale. Then he was licking her where she desired and it spurned her to take him all the way down her throat. He was groaning almost as much as she was. She realized that she was pleasing him as he had her. They were pleasing each other. She wanted to please him. She wanted him to please her. She wanted him inside her again. Only she wanted him inside her vagina, not her ass. If he would not do that, then in her ass again. She wanted his manhood inside her. She found herself on the ragged edge once more, and once more he backed off a bit. Holding her there. Her body was quivering and shaking with desire. Her hips quivering on either side of his head. Suddenly he stopped and she found herself pulled away from his manhood. He pulled her around. She was afraid that he was going to put it in her. She was almost more afraid that he wouldn't. "Kiss me." he said. Now when she kissed him it meant something else to her. It wasn't just an isolated sensual pleasure, it was part of something bigger. As it had been when he had pleased her in the shower. She kissed him hungrily as his fingers found her nipples again and teased them. She was breathing hard and moaning through the kiss. Her fingers feeling the strong muscles of his chest and arms. She drew her fingers down to touch his manhood once more in reassurance that it was still there. He pulled her atop him. and quit kissing her. She found herself sitting up atop him, his manhood between her labia. "And now you are in charge of what you wish your body to feel. Learn what it feels like when you rock yourself over me. Learn to move so it drags my manhood over your womanhood. Move how you wish, do as you please. It is your body, learn it. See what your skin feels like under your fingertips. See how it feels when you touch your nipples. See what it feels like to please yourself." he directed her. Andrea was so hot with desire she did not question his instructions. She began to move her hips as she softly touched herself. She found out what motions felt like what. What brought her the most pleasure. She found herself rocking her hips back and forth, then raising up a bit on her knees so she could move her hips forwards and backwards. Causing his manhood to slide against her clitoris between the lips of her labia and all the way back to her anus. It all felt good. Some of it felt better. This time when the feeling built inside herself she realized that she was in charge. To her surprise she found herself backing off a bit, teasing herself. Her breath a gasping moan in her lungs. Her head whipping back and forth as she rode him like a horse. She teased herself to the edge several times before she let herself go over. Her orgasm when it hit was like nothing she had ever done to herself. *She* was doing it. It was somehow more pleasing to her. Her abdomen contracted in an intense contraction as her lungs emptied in a pleasured scream. She fell forward upon his chest as the wave of pleasure engulfed her and carried her away. "I love you." she heard as she left. She was floating in blissful warmth. His body felt good beneath her. She felt a great affection for him. She loved him. Beyond all others. She wanted to please him as she had herself. She felt his hips moving as his manhood still ran between her legs. Only now the angle had changed. Now it ran up between her labia lips and over her ass. From somewhere it had acquired a slickness. She found herself responding, lifting her hips and lowering them to help the rubbing. He pushed her hips back so that her bouncing made the end probe at her anus. She liked it. Now she started to tease herself as he had the night before, causing the end to dip into her until it hurt and then to back off. Slowly she built up it's penetration until it was dipping into her on each of her strokes. Sitting up a bit to drive it deeper each time. Her breath again a ragged wheeze in her lungs. This wasn't him doing it to her, she was doing it to herself and she *liked* it. She found herself driving it deeper into herself. Finally she was sitting upright again, only bouncing wildly upon him. Her hands pinching and squeezing at her breasts, hurting them just a bit like she wanted them hurt. Like she was hurting her ass. A special hurt more precious than the most joyous pleasure. Andrea's stokes lengthened and quickened until he was all the way into her with each slamming stroke. It was then he began to move with her. Helping her. His fingers touching her body once again. Now he was touching her nipples. He caught one of her hands and guided it down to her clitoris. She found herself rubbing it furiously and her whole body exploded into a rapture of frenzied lust. She screamed as she convulsed, but kept moving. Now her movements slammed down upon him with each stroke. Once again she entered another realm of pleasure. A higher realm. Her body learning how it could feel even more. Each slamming stroke driving her to another body wracking orgasm. She screamed again and again, she moaned, she gasped, sweat poured off her body in streams. Her head whipping around from side to side. Then it was as if all the orgasms she had felt all ganged up on her at once. She drove down with all her might as she rubbed her clitoris furiously and it was as if something inside her broke and sent wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her body. Her lungs emptied in a deep based primal scream as she again felt liquid fire enter her and heard his groan. She fell forward inert, lifeless. Her lungs forgetting how to work as if someone had punched her in the stomach hard. She lay gaping open mouthed like a fish out of water until finally it broke and she drew in a great gasping breath that was a reverse scream. Then the fog closed in on her and her consciousness slipped away. The last thing she remembered the words: "I love you" echoing in her ears. She slept. Andrea awoke in the early evening. Something about her was different. She didn't know what, but she knew she would never be the same. She was snuggled to Bobby in their parents bed. He slept himself for the moment. Andrea realized that maybe she could get away now. At the same moment she realized she did not wish to. In two days Bobby had changed her. She wanted him to do anything he wished to her. She had felt such pleasure and passion that she had no desire to return to the little girl she had been. She felt a woman... but not quite. She needed him to enter her vagina and take her virginity. She realized she wanted him to. She loved him. More than any other person on the planet. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him inside her, any time he wished to be. She would be his lover. He would be her man. She had to go to the bathroom, but she could hold it for a while longer. The feeling of his body next to hers was more intensely enjoyable than the pressure inside her was uncomfortable. She realized with a start part of what he had been telling her. She leaned up and softly kissed his cheek. He stirred and she moved over him and started to kiss him deeply. He responded to the kiss and it lasted a long time. "I love you." she said, when she finally pulled back. "And I love you." he said. "Make me a woman." she asked. "Not yet. Clean me with your mouth where I have been inside you." he replied. Andrea only experienced a moments revulsion. She found herself crawling down next to him. He gave the rope to her collar some slack by pulling it from beneath him. She could smell her excrement upon it, yet she was driven. She found her lips upon his manhood, now soft and smaller. She hardly noticed the taste as her mouth engulfed it. She sucked and licked it clean and found herself joyous when it responded and began to grow inside her mouth. She let it slide down her throat as it grew. All the while sucking and licking it. Swirling her tongue around the end and then bouncing her head as it continued to grow. She felt him guide her hips around and she reversed herself. Moving a leg over his head. He lifted his head up and returned the favor to her. Cleaning her anus with his tongue. She moaned in delight with his penis in her mouth. "Okay, sit up. On my head." he said. She was reluctant to leave his manhood. She gave it a last kiss and lick as she finally sat up upon his head. She found her hips gripped to his head by his hands as he drove his tongue up into her. She moaned in delight, but the pressure inside her bladder was urgent. "I have to pee." she told him. He continued to lick until he was satisfied that she was clean. He pushed her forward. "Kiss me first." he said. Andrea didn't even think about it as she reversed herself and kissed him deeply. Sharing her tongue with him hungrily and willingly. Finally he pulled back. "I love you." he said. "I love you." she replied. He slid out of the bed and she hurried to follow him. He walked without concern for her as she hurried behind him. When he got into the bathroom, he lifted the seat and relieved himself. Pulling her rope to make her watch him. In fact she was fascinated as he wiggled the stream around and made circles in the water. Her own need was great. He sputtered to the end and a few drops hung on the end. "Clean it." he said. Andrea sighed, but dropped to her knees and licked the end. He stroked it once and she found several more drops in her mouth. She found herself swallowing. He lifted her up. "Kiss me." he said. She did. He lowered the seat and motioned for her to sit. She gladly moved in to relieve herself. The day before she would never have dreamed of urinating in front of him. "Hold it." he said, stepping forward. She fought to hold it, doing her best. A few drops trickled out anyway. "Suck me as you urinate." he said, moving his hips forward. She circled his manhood with her lips and sucked him into her mouth as she let her stream flow. She groaned in relief and pleasure. He body tingling curiously. She found herself hungrily sucking him into her mouth as her stream petered out. She reached out for a square of toilet paper to daub herself. He caught her hand and stopped her. "I will clean it." he said, "Stand, turn around and bend over the toilet." She found herself complying. She bent over looking down into the toilet as he sank to his knees and she felt his tongue lap at her vulva. She groaned in pleasure from it. He licked her well inside her vagina as well. She again felt the desire for him to put any part of him that he desired into her. She found herself pushing her hips back to try to force his tongue into her. He pulled back and got to his feet. Pulling her up by her collar. She didn't have to hear the words. She kissed him deeply. Tasting her own urine upon his tongue. "And now you *almost* understand." he said. "Almost?" she questioned. "Almost." he said, seating himself upon the toilet once more. She became aware that he was pooping. She awaited her fate... Strangely calm. Andrea watched as Bobby strained and passed his feces out of his body. She smelled the aroma. It was not pleasant, but it was tolerable. She reflected that the previous day it would not have been. Earlier that same day she had gagged from it being upon the table. Now it was *insignificant*. Bobby wiped himself, using two wads of paper to remove as much as possible. He stood and turned, flushing the toilet. He turned from her and bent. She sank to her knees and cleaned him. Resigned to her fate. She didn't gag. She hardly noticed it. She just did it. When she was satisfied that he was clean she pulled back and got to her feet. He straightened up and turned. She kissed him deeply. "Very good, my love. Now you understand. You will never again be bothered by shit or urine. You realize now how trivial they are. I did not expect you to understand this so soon." he said. Andrea beamed at him. "You will make me a woman now?" she asked. "Yes, later. Lets brush our teeth and then go get some dinner." he replied. In the kitchen later they cleaned up the mess from earlier. Bobby picked up the bowl with the shit in it and carried it to the bathroom. He used a wad of paper to shovel it into the toilet and then handed her the bowl. She took it without question, but looked a bit uncomfortable. "Just hold it and then wash it in the kitchen." he grinned at her. She smiled at him and held it to her nose and sniffed it. She wrinkled her nose, but savored his look of admiration. Back in the kitchen she washed it and set it in the dishwasher to be sanitized. Washing the dishes from their late breakfast at the same time. Bobby took a sharp knife. "Hold still, I don't want to cut you." he said, slicing the rope eighteen inches from her collar. He took the knife and cut the rope from around his waist. Andrea stood looking at him. Unsure of what would follow. He looked at her. "You are my slave?" he asked. "I am your slave." she replied. "Do you wish to get away?" he asked. "No... never." she replied. "Then you do not need the rope." he said, simply. She nodded, looking at the tail on her collar. "For you to remember in the future. After you make yourself a woman, I will cut the collar." he explained. "Make *myself* a woman?" she asked. "Yes, you will lower yourself upon me to take your own virginity. You will use my manhood, but the choice to become a woman and the action making you one will be all yours." he replied. Andrea smiled at him and nodded. "Now make us some dinner. Pick your favorite meal. You will remember it always, so make it special as you wish to remember your last meal as a child." he said. Andrea moved to him and kissed him deeply. "I love you." she said, then set about preparing their meal. Bobby watched her as she cooked. "You are lovely. Show me your womanhood." he said. She turned from the stove and stepped over by him. She lifted a leg to a chair by him and pulled back her labia. He bent and examined it closely. Then bent further and softly kissed her labial lips. He lifted his head to her and she bent to kiss him softly. "Okay... thank you." he said, smiling at her. She smiled at him and lowered her leg and went back to cooking. "You are welcome. Thank you for what you have shown me." she replied, getting misty eyed. She browned some ground beef with a diced up onion and then put it aside to drain. She got out a mixing bowl and a package of dough mix, adding just enough water to the dough to make it correctly. She set the oven to pre-heat as she worked. She floured the breadboard and then rolled out the dough into a large circular shape. She got out a pizza pan and lightly oiled the surface. She transferred the dough to the pan and then set about gathering fixings. She added Italian spaghetti sauce from a jar as sauce and then topped it with shredded cheese. She opened a can of mushrooms and drained them, spreading them around. She spread the drained beef mixture over the surface and then topped it with more cheese. By then the oven was ready. She bent and placed the pan into the oven. "Hold it, don't move." Bobby said. Andrea froze in the position she was in, bent over in front of the oven. She realized he was looking at her and she suddenly felt sexy. "I wish to savor the moment of that view." he said. She smiled back at him, bending farther and smiling at him between her legs. He smiled back. "Okay." he said, softly. She stood and set the timer on the oven and then turned to him, awaiting his next command patiently. "Come here." he said. She moved to him. He stopped her with his hands upon her hips. He rotated her a quarter turn and softly drew his hands down over her ass. The other hand moved upwards over her breasts. Andrea closed her eyes in abandon to his touch. He caressed her firm young ass, letting his fingers tease just on the edge of her crack. He bent and softly kissed the soft flesh and then lifted his head. He pulled her over him in the chair. She spread her legs and straddled him. He sat her upon his lap and leaned her back as he bent to kiss her breasts. Teasing the nipples with his lips. He sucked one into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Andrea moaned in delight. This was a new pleasurable sensation to her. It made her desire him inside her even more. She felt herself quivering under his touch and lips. He pulled her forward and kissed her deeply. His hands teasing down her back and then cupping her ass cheeks. He pulled her hard into him as they kissed. Finally he pulled back and they shared eye contact for a long moment. "A child and a woman. You move as a woman, yet quiver as a child. Tonight is your transition from one to the other. Tonight you become a woman. Remember my words, remember my touch, remember the feel of my lips upon yours and your body...... Now... how much do you know of your body? How well do you know your cycle?" he asked. "Fairly well. I am regular." she replied. "And do you know of birth control? You know where in your cycle you are vulnerable?" he asked. "Yes... I learned in school..... I should be safe..... for the next four days." she said, computing it in her head. "You are certain. There is another way. It is not quite as pleasurable. You know of condoms?" he asked. "Yes. I learned in school. But I don't have any." She said. "I have some. In my old army gear. If you are not sure we must use them. A child between us would not be desirable. It would be unfair to the child as the least of it. We would also be separated forever on, should that occur. I do not desire that. I desire to show you all the ways of love. That will take more time than we have." he said. "I am certain. If what they told me is true." she replied. "You know what society would call our relationship?" he asked. "Yes... *Incest*." she replied. "And you still desire it?" he asked. "Yes... more than anything." she replied. "You know you may never tell another, not mother, not father, not your girlfriends, *nobody*... *ever*.." he said. "Yes. I know." she said, snuggling to him and laying her head upon his shoulder. "And how will you feel if you lose your virginity to your brother?" he asked, softly. "Honored." she replied. "You are certain?" he asked. "Positive." she said, kissing his neck softly. "And could you make love to a woman?" he asked. "A woman?" she asked, lifting her head in puzzlement. "Yes. A woman. Could you kiss her as we kiss? Could you lick her as I have you? Could you put your tongue in her ass?" he asked. She was silent for a moment. "Yes, I could. But why?" she asked. "Because you will not find tenderness in men. Until you are a great enough master, you must be master of women. It takes great skill to be a full master over man. You must go through many cycles of being both master and slave. You will find your next teacher as a greater master than you. She will be a woman. She will teach you tenderness and the full depth of love. I have but given you a foundation for learning. A desire to be a master. You now know how to teach that same foundation to another, but not to a man. So you must take women as your slaves. If you attempt to dominate a man before you are ready then he will turn it and dominate you. You will never be free. You will no longer be a master. You will be a slave for the rest of your life. You will *know* when you are finally ready. Do not be fooled by a mere *feeling* that you are ready. *Know it!* Do not be fooled by a soft touch and tender words. They are traps that men set to snare slaves. Do not be fooled by words of love. Do not be swayed by the trivialness of money. Do not be fooled by physical attraction. You may desire to give your body to them, do not give them your soul or your mind. When you find your next teacher, your *greater master*, you must *prostrate* yourself to her. If she bid you lick her toes, lick her toes. If she bid you freeze outside, then freeze outside. If she bid you to lick her ass then lick her ass. If she bid you eat her shit, then eat her shit. Do *not* prostrate yourself to a lesser master. To do so you become less than you are. You become a true slave again. There will be no question in your mind when you find your next teacher. She will have the power to steal anybody you enslave as if they had never been your slave. Tell her you acknowledge her mastery and that you wish to learn. If she is truly a greater master she will be hesitant. You must prove to her your sincerity. If she tells you to go away for a year and return, go away a year and return. This only confirms her greatness. The longer your wait to be her student, the greater your reward and the faster you will eventually reach such greatness yourself. I have been both master and the lowest of the lowest of slaves. I have transcended the system of master and slave. I am now slave only to myself." he concluded. "Why have you never talked to us before?" she asked, tears in her eyes. "I could not. If I talked to people then I would have to reveal myself. To reveal what I have been through. People would pity me. Where now they do not know what to think. I will only *ever* talk to you. I must maintain my discipline. If I fail, I fail myself. I am a broken master. There is no uglier thing on this planet than a broken master. I would rather die. I do not wish that. After this week with you I shall return to my routine;. *My discipline*. The only time I shall ever break that discipline, is when you and I have *complete* privacy. When mom and dad are out of town. Then we will make love. I will remind you of your lessons. I live for you. I adore you. I shall never love another as I do you. *Ever*. You are the only one I will ever place my trust in. Because you are my slave. When you take your virginity upon my manhood you shall be my slave forever. I can then trust you forever. You are my life. My sole reason for existing. To see that you never experience what I did. I would kill for you, I would die for you. Yet you are my slave, are you not?" he asked, tears in his eyes. "Yes... your total slave. For now and forever." Andrea cried, hugging him. "Do you not see the dichotomy of the situation? I am your master, yet I am your slave. I am slave to your love. I am slave to your protection. You make it possible for me to exist. You made it possible for me to exist...... in the war. It was you who made me capable of living through hell. It was the picture of you in my mind that preserved me. My kid sister. I survived and became what I am for the sole purpose of teaching you these lessons. So that it would never be possible for you to have to suffer what I did. The sole purpose of my continued existence is to watch over *you*. To guide and instruct you when you encounter unknowns. You must be patient with your questions. You may not put them to me when either mother or father or anybody else is resident with us. Only when both are out of town will I be able to break my self-discipline and answer you. In doing so you learn the self-discipline yourself. You have learned to purposely smell shit when it is unpleasant. Time, inconvenience, poverty and pain are nothing now. You will learn to overcome pain when you take your maidenhead upon my manhood. You will learn that pain is secondary to your mind. To your desires. Cold will mean nothing to you. For you have learned that it is only discomfort, not what matters. What matters is you. The core you that has allowed you to taste shit and smile. The core that will allow you to make yourself a woman. That event will mark your graduation into masterhood. A master over yourself for the time, but over others with time. You may never be master of another until you become the master of yourself. That is the lesson I most desired to teach you; Mastery over yourself. That is what you learned when you learned to take my debasement of you and still love me. It made you strong. It will always make you strong enough to deal with whatever triviality you must face from now on. I love you with my whole being. You are my life. While you exist, I exist. I shall love you forever." Bobby said. Andrea shivered against him. Her love for him at that moment was without bounds. She *understood*. For the first time in her life. She would never forget it. She would do anything for him. She would die for him if he simply bid it. She lifted her head and gazed into his eyes. "I shall love you forever. I am your slave forever. If you bid me lick your ass or take my life I would do it, gladly. I am yours, body and soul. I shall seek my next teacher as you have directed. I shall prostrate myself to a higher master, but they shall never own me as you do. You are my life and my love. My heart of hearts. I am putty in your hands. Teach me, mold me. Take me at your whim. Take me in my vagina, my ass, my mouth or my ear if you desire. Make me lick filth or smell the worst thing on earth. I will do it. Make me freeze in the cold or lay my hand on a hot stove, I will do it. I am yours forever." she said. He smiled at her. "Kiss me." he said. She held his head in her hands as her lips descended upon his. She kissed him from the depth of her soul. She felt his manhood pressing up against her as it grew beneath her. It would not be long now before she was a woman and a master. She finally let up and they both quivered as she pulled back. "That is why I will never reveal myself to another. I require no greater reason to exist than your kiss when we may share it." he said. She looked at him a long while. They simply sat face to face, eye to eye, sharing each others gaze. The spell was finally broken by the timer on the oven. Her last supper as a child was ready. He grinned at her and nodded. She smiled and slid off his lap. The pizza was perfect. He dug into his locker and pulled out a bottle of Red wine which had been obtained especially for this night. It had been his only other words spoken to another since he was released from his prison and led to the edge of the American Camp. The VC prodded him with a bayonet in the direction of the camp. He had told them nothing at the camp. They had taken him in and nursed him back to health. The scars on his body the only explanation anybody needed for his silence. The only question he had answered was to a doctor. "Is there anything at all I can get you?" he asked. "Yes... A bottle of the finest Red Wine that you can find." he replied. They got excited and tried to ask him further questions. He mutely refused to even acknowledge even their presence. The doctor brought him this bottle of wine. He had hugged it to him. An offered cork screw was ignored. He just held it to him like a child, this night in his mind. It was shipped back with him and word was passed along ahead of him that it was significant for some reason. Nobody ever tried to take it away from him. It was shipped with him when he was released to his parents from the hospital. "I got this bottle specifically for this night. For you. It is red to celebrate the blood of your initiation into womanhood. It marks your transition from a child to a full woman, in charge of her own destiny. From this night you will face and make each decision in your life as an adult. You will decide what you will tolerate, nobody else. You will decide how you treat others. You will decide what you will make of your life. You will decide what you will learn and what you will teach." he said, working the cork screw and pulling out the cork. He got down two wine glasses and found some candles. He set the candles on the table and lit them. Then turned down the lights and then poured the wine into the two glasses. Andrea quivered as she got two plates out and set them on the table. She joined him at the table. Her body quivering in desire and anticipation. "When I toast, take a sip and then kiss me before you swallow. We will share the flavor of your becoming on out tongues." he said. She nodded, her eyes misty and sparkling in the flickering candle light. "To your womanhood and your mastery of your destiny." he toasted. He sniffed at the wine and she followed his example. when he sipped, she sipped. Then they leaned together and shared the flavor as they swirled their tongues around each others. The flavor of the wine seemed to explode in their mouths. It was rich, deep and smooth beyond experience. Tears dripped down Andrea's cheeks before the kiss was completed. "Lets eat." he said. Andrea would remember the next few hours as the most vivid in her whole life. The pizza consumed to the last between them. The wine consumed to all but two glasses during dinner. Afterwards he bent and blew out the candles and lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom; *His*. He set her upon the bed and then lay upon his back. "You know how to excite me with your mouth. I am now but an observer to your becoming. When you lower yourself, do not hurry the moment, but be persistent. It will hurt. You do not care. It should hurt. It is the tearing away of your childhood. Lower yourself slowly, very slowly. Savor your pain. Savor the moment. Keep your legs on the bed. Rise up only on your knees. So that you do not lose your balance and lose control of the moment. When you maidenhead breaks you will know it. Your whole body will try to reject the intrusion. My only action will be to hold you down once your hymen breaks until you can deal with it yourself. Do not fear tears, do not fear anything. Give your body time to adjust. Savor the intrusion of my manhood into your most sacred of temples. You will know when it is time to move. Do not force yourself too quickly. Become a woman at your own speed and leisure. Do not let your desire drive you to hasten the moment. You only get to do this once in your life time. Savor every second of it. I love you. Now, do as you wish with me." he said. Andrea crawled up on top of him and kissed him her most passionate kiss ever. Then she started using every lesson she had learned. She kissed his neck. She pulled his lips to her neck. She placed her nipples upon his lips and he licked and sucked at them at her direction. She moved her hips up over his head and lifted his head beneath her, guiding his licks and kisses where she wanted them. She quivered on the verge of orgasm time after time and then pulled herself back by moving away from his tongue. She reversed herself and sucked his manhood into her mouth. Reveling in the feeling as it grew in her mouth. She brought him to the edge and held him there until he was hard as a bone. While doing this she lowered her hips upon his head and directed his tongue with her movements. He did not try to direct anything. She was in total control. When both were on the edge once more she reversed herself again, moving one leg to either side of his hips. She tested her position several times before she settled upon the position she wished. Then she raised up and positioned him against the opening of her vagina. She stood poised upon the brink of womanhood. Andrea ever so slowly began to lower herself. Feeling his erect manhood pushing into her virgin vagina. When it finally seated up against her maidenhead she stopped. She bent her body forward, keeping pressure against her hymen as she kissed him tenderly. "I will love you forever." she told him. He said nothing. She understood. She continued to slowly increase pressure upon her maidenhead. It hurt. It hurt as badly as anything she ever remembered. But she was resolute. She followed his instructions. She savored the pain of her becoming. It did not wish to give. The pain increased. Tears formed in her eyes, but she did not decrease the pressure. It felt as if something the size of a coffee can was being forced inside her, but she knew that billions of women had experienced this moment throughout history. It was spoken of in the bible. It was whispered behind school yards and hinted at on television and in the movies. Andrea savored every second of the excruciating pain always increasing the pressure. She bit into her lip until it bled. Tears ran from her eyes like a river and dripped down upon her breasts. Suddenly there was an audible *POP* and it felt like she had been ripped from asshole to naval. Her hips slammed down upon his and she screamed like a wounded animal as the fragile bird of her childhood departed. Bobby threw his arms out and grasped her hips, keeping them down. Holding her to him with all his strength as her body sought to reject the intrusion. Andrea sobbed and moaned and fought him with all her might. Her fists slammed him upon his chest but he would not relent his grip. Ever so slowly, as the trickle of the first mountain snows starting to melt with a single drip in the spring, the pain diminished and was replaced with a feeling that Andrea could find no words to describe. It continued to grow. A warmth inside her where she had never felt one. Not like this. She felt stretched wide. She was full up, and satisfied beyond comparison. Her sobbing diminished, her tears slowed and stopped. She savored the feeling. Memorizing it so she could recall it again and again over her whole life. This was the moment when she became a woman. Not the pain. The pain was something she endured to reach this moment. The grimace upon her face faded and was replaced by a look of contentment. Such as she had never worn. The corners of her mouth turned up into a growing smile. Bobby released his grip upon her hips. They would show bruises that she would have to hide for a week from his grasp to counteract her struggle. Andrea decided when she wanted to start moving. The first slight movement elicited. a sharp wince and a gasp from her. She took it slow. Lifting herself fractions of an inch and then pushing back down. She could feel the pain diminishing. The feeling of pleasure she felt slowly growing with each victory over another fraction of an inch movement. She kept at it. Savoring each movement whether it brought pain or pleasure. The pleasure grew. Already she could feel her distant orgasm growing within her. She knew when it arrived it would be as no other. She got up to a quarter of his length movement, then a half then two-thirds, then three-quarters. Each time returning again to his full penetration. She didn't let herself hurry, remembering Bobby's words. She picked up speed as a freight train does. At first just a crawl. Down the line she would be up to speed, but for now she moved slowly. Now she felt fingers upon her nipples. She smiled and her hands moved over his and grasped them to her breasts. Moving one momentarily to her lips she kissed the palm and kept up her slow movements as she replaced the hand upon her breasts. His fingers softly teasing her erect nipples. The sensation prompting her to slowly pick up more speed. She began to experiment with her hips. Moving them this way and that to find what she liked best. She found it when she found a motion that rubbed his member up against her clitoris as she again forced it back into her. Andrea began to coo and moan with delight. *This* was what her whole live had been lived for up to that point. Suddenly she had purpose to her existence. Her purpose was to feel Bobby inside her like this again and again as many times as she could for the rest of her life. She didn't care about pregnancy, she didn't care about social taboos. She didn't care what her friends or family thought. She only cared about Bobby being inside her. She would let him take her anyway he wished, anytime he wished, anywhere he wished as often as he wished. She was his, body and soul. She would happily lap at his ass just to feel a moment of it. Bobby was surprised by his younger sister. He had made love to dozens of women. From cheerleaders in high school to camp followers in boot camp to prostitutes on the streets of Sigon to inspired young Vietnamese girls out in the jungle. Very few had taken to lovemaking as readily as Andrea. She moved slow and sensually. She had found her groove and rhythm already. She was oblivious to anything but pleasure. He felt her ultra tight pussy sliding over him like velvet, her warmth, the way her body gripped at him. Squeezing him into herself again and again. Milking each moment for all it could give. She built speed like a freight train and Bobby knew that before it was though it would be the most memorable fuck of his entire life. Now her fingers were exploring *his* body. Tracing over the skin. Tracing the edges of his scars. Like a tender faith healer who really healed. It was as if the scars vanished beneath her gentle touch. She found his nipples with her fingertips and she teased them gently. Andrea was picking up speed now, her moans becoming louder and deeper in origin. She was half way to laughing it felt so good. Then Bobby's fingertips traced down over her abdomen and through her sparse pubic hair. When they touched her clitoris from the top side she thought she would melt. She let out a long slow moan and her body half convulsed and suddenly she kicked her butt up to high gear. The transition his sister had just made stunned Bobby. She was becoming more like a wild animal. She was becoming possessed. Andrea let out a laugh and said: "*Uh huh... oh yeah. I like this a lot!*" Bobby chuckled. He hadn't even started to help. Now he did, just a bit. Timing it carefully he dropped he hips into synchronization with hers, but kept the length of his thrust shallow. Andrea let out a moan of delight. She increased the length of her movement right up to him almost coming out. Her head was leaned back in abandon. A look of blissful passion on her face. She bounce about picking up speed. Feeling impending orgasm grow multifold with each blissful stroke. He was warm up inside her, then the ridges of his glans slipped past the edge of her hymen. The slight pain reminding her of what this was all about. Becoming a woman. Her moans got deeper still. And she felt herself approaching the edge. She slowed her assault upon his manhood as she grew nearer. She began to seek other variations. She tried alternately slowly withdrawing and then quickly jamming down and vice versa. She much preferred the first and settled back into it. Changing the angle of her hips so that he dragged upon her clitoris on the out stroke and more straight in on the hard and fast down thrust. Bobby was going wild with what his sister was doing atop him She was so tight that he felt like his eyeballs would pop when she slammed her hips down upon his. Then she was slow and velvety smooth, gripping every inch of his manhood as she withdrew. He got harder, much to his surprise. He had thought that he was as hard as anybody could get. Perhaps it was the sucking action of her ultra-tight vagina sucking more blood into his penis that made him harder, or maybe it was just the magnitude of the moment. Whatever the reason, he got harder. To Andrea it was like Bobby got even bigger. She already felt stretched to the limit. The slight increase in blood stretched her out just enough to remind her each stroke that this was her inaugural ride. She was now gasping on every down stroke. A slow inwards moan marked her upstrokes. Now she began to pick up speed again. Increasing the frequency of her strokes. She was pinching her breasts again as Bobby played his thumb against her almost burning clitoris. He leaned up just enough to get his other hand around her hips and behind her, tickling her ass. Andrea went really wild and began driving downwards with all her might. The touch of his fingers upon her anus the last straw holding her back. She began to bounce about in abandon as her breathing became a wheezing, moaning gasp. Almost a cry. Tears started to form in her eyes and sweat began to break out on her forehead and breast. She smeared it around with her hands and it just added lubrication to her movement. She was pinching her nipples now as she felt a guttural scream building up in her. It seemed to start at her toes as a low moan that built in crescendo of volume and pitch as it rose up inside her body. There was no turning back now, she was committed to her orgasm. It continued to build and swell as it rose up with her growing scream of passion. Bobby's was right behind her. Fighting to keep his passion in sync with hers. He could feel a burning welling up from the base of his testicles. His deep groaning breath finding it's way into his windpipe. His fingers now applied frenzied rotation upon Andrea's clitoris as those behind began to probe inwards. It was as if he'd lit a short fuse on a powder keg. Andrea's scream reached her lips and shattered the night as the Tsunami wave of her passion broke over her without mercy. She felt her whole body seized and gripped as in a giant claw as it crushed the wind out of her and it felt like the top of her head blew off. At that moment Bobby's cry reached her ears and she felt the liquid fire of his love erupt into her vagina for the first time. The first time *ever* for *anybody*. It burned her insides like fire. It splashed against her cervix and squished about with no chance of escaping her with the size of him and the smallness of her. Their last driving strokes forced it through her cervix into her womb. Andrea thought she'd died of pleasure as she fell forward inert upon his chest. Andrea floated in a limbo of bliss. Simultaneously aware of nothing and everything. She seemed to be sinking into a dark well. Yet floating up to the ceiling. Her body quivered randomly. Her breath once again in stasis. From a long way away something told her to breathe and she suddenly screamed inwards as she gasped the first breath of womanhood. Then she was gone... that last sensation the echo of Bobby's words in her ears saying: "I love you." Sometime later she became aware of the fingertips softly caressing her body. Lips were softly kissing at the sweat and tears on her face. She sought them with her own and shared the first kiss of her womanhood. Gentle, sweet and loving. Her whole body quivered and shook from it and then she opened her eyes to the face of the only man she would ever love. Bobby her brother. "Welcome to womanhood and mastery. I love you." he whispered. Later they toasted to it and shared the last swallow of wine in a deep passionate kiss. Bobby planned for the only other contact with the outside world would be when he sent the label from the bottle in a thank you card to the doctor who had purchased him the bottle. ------------------------------------------------------------------ That week with Bobby was three years before. Over the rest of the week Andrea and Bobby had made love day and night. In between Bobby repeated his reasons, philosophy and edicts to Andrea. She believed every syllable that he said. She still did. Now she approached him from the side and knelt beside him. Sitting back on her heels as she held the handle of the leash out in presentation like a serf presenting a sword to a knight. She waited to be noticed. She would wait for years if necessary. They hadn't spoken or made love in almost a year. That was the last time her parents were out of town together. Suddenly he reached out softly and touched her cheek. Andrea felt like she would melt from his simple touch. "So mom and dad are gone then?" he asked simply. Andrea nodded, searching for her voice. Tears of joy growing in her eyes. Bobby reached down and took the handle of the leash and Andrea felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her. She was *home*. "Kiss me. It's been a long time." he said. Andrea was on his lap in a shot. She did her very best to lick his testicles through his mouth. They started in the chair and then moved to the bed, the shower, the bed, the kitchen table, the chair, up against a wall, the bed and the floor. Bobby fucked her front, her back, her mouth, her breasts and her hand. They did it doggy style into both orifices, her on top -facing front, facing back, front and rear each way, they did it sideways, with one leg lifted, with her heels over her head, standing up, sitting down, laying down, bent over and legs interlaced from opposite directions. Andrea loved every second of it as if it were her first time. They barely got out of bed to eat. They seldom slept more than a few hours before they were at it again. The worry over birth control greatly reduced after Andrea had made a trip to a free clinic in town and acquired a prescription for the pill. In between doing it Andrea told him of her new teacher. "It sounds like she could very well be the one if she took Cindy so easily. But it also sounds like you need to be very careful how you approach her. She has a reputation she's fighting hard enough to hold. It must be hell for her seeing all those girls nude every day and not being able to touch them. " he said. "I never thought of it that way... god... how she must feel?" Andrea said, gaining a great respect for Miss Alvey. "That is why I am still here, love. To remind you of things like that. But it also indicates the level of her strength. She must be a great master indeed. Worth waiting years for. You could gain a great leap up the ladder if she were to take you as her pupil, but she will be a hard taskmaster. She will not test your sincerity with trivial games of ass licking. She will demand a true sacrifice of you. Probably academically. She will demand that you become a great student in all your classes. She will not let you have contact with Cindy, as she is now hers to do with as she pleases. It may be some time before she lets you make love with her or even kisses you. You must be willing to go without love for a long time. You must take what she is willing to give and be happy for it. A single complaint from you would appear to be a weakness in her eyes. It is a hard target you have chosen. Are you up to it?" Bobby asked, gently caressing her breast. "Yes." she replied, simply. "You are in love with her?" he asked. "Yes.",again simply. Bobby sighed. "Then your road is double hard. For you will feel every rejection like a knife in your heart. You must be stronger than you have ever been. Could you live with it if she took you as a slave, but not a lover?" he asked. "Yes... but I would not choose it." Andrea said. "Tell me again of the other woman in the whirlpool." he said. "Coach Betty Hart. Early thirties, pretty, athletic, small but firm breasted, firm everywhere and the most incredibly large clitoris I ever saw. Miss Alvey just barely glanced at it like it was no big deal, but later she gave it much attention with her lips and tongue. Betty used it like a penis on her, but their deepest lovemaking seemed to be individually pleasing each other. They stroked and caressed each other with tenderness and love. Betty was rumored to have been the principal's -June Benito's- lover. They've been seen many times leaving the school together in the late evening by a girl who lives next to the school and confirmed by another such." Andrea said. "Oho. Stole the principal's woman too. She must be a very great master indeed! You have chosen well. I am proud of you. It is not an easy road you have chosen for yourself, but it is a rewarding one when you are successful." he said. "When, not *if*? You honor me, my lord." Andrea said, dropping her gaze and blushing. "Did you not say you were up to it?" he reminded her. "Yes.... I will accept what she will take from me and be happy for it. I will honor her deepest or slightest wishes, desires or fancies. She may take me at her whim or leave me untouched. I will not falter." Andrea replied. "I love you. Kiss me." Bobby said. Chapter Six (Phase "B", In which Doris gets her oats. John Lennon) Denise pulled up to Betty's house and parked. She looked like a million bucks. Betty's little plan was predictable, but Denise would show her best surprised act. She loved her. When she knocked Betty called to enter. Denise stepped in and Betty was dressed in a silk kimono. Denise realized she was dressed as a kabuki dancer. She was on her knees bowed over in submission, sitting back upon soft white slipper type sandals. Denise's inclination was to pull her to her feet and test her tonsils, but she fought her desire for the moment. "I am so very pleased to welcome you into my humble home. May I remove your shoes?" Betty asked, in a humble submissive voice, looking at the floor. Denise stepped before her and lifted one foot. She placed a hand upon the wall for balance. Betty reached out and slid the shoe off and then replaced it with a soft slipper like she was wearing. Denise lifted the other foot and she did the same. Betty rocked to her feet in one graceful motion, but kept he head and eyes down in submission. "Please, may I take your things?" Betty asked. Denise handed over her bag and jacket. Betty hung the jacket carefully in an entry coat closet and then set the bag on the first step leading up to the bedrooms. She turned and bowed to Denise a bit. "May I serve you tea in the garden? I have prepared a place which may contribute to your tranquillity should you find it worthy." Betty asked. "Please. I'd like that. That would be nice." Denise replied, getting misty eyed. Betty kind of shuffled as she led the way to her inside solarium. She dropped to her knees and slit aside a glass sliding door. Denise stepped inside. Betty entered on her knees and slid the door shut behind her. She rocked to her feet again and shuffled around the room. The air was slightly humid and filled with the rich humus of life. Plants and small trees thrived in the environment. A large skylight supplemented by grow-lux tubes fed them the light they needed to produce their chlorophyll. Redwood paneling and decking lined the room. A low table sat in the middle. On one edge a lovely Banzia tree. In the opposite corner a polished brass kettle on a small hot plate emitted wisps of steam from it's spout. There were some jars, a whisk and some fine china handless cups. Next to the table was a spot with a large pillow and a second with a padded mat. "Please, will you honor me by with your comfort?" Betty asked, indicating the pillow. Denise smiled as she moved to the pillow and gracefully sank to it's softness. Betty now kneeled upon the mat and composed herself for a moment. Denise became aware there was a tape of some sort playing. She heard the comforting sounds of a light rain, a gurgling brook and an occasional bird song. The sound was soothing to hear. Betty began the Japanese tea ceremony. She moved in precise measured steps. Denise knew each step contained a symbolic meaning that she did not know. Betty, who had studied the ceremony only knew of a few of them. But the ceremony was rewarding enough for aesthetic reasons alone. Denise felt herself unwinding a bit from the stress of her work week. As she watched Betty's precise movements. Presenting Denise with a handle-less cup as the culmination of her labors. "You performed that very beautifully." Denise said, softly. Betty seemed to get sparkly eyed. She blushed. "I am honored." she said, submissively. "It is I who am honored by your company and the hospitality of your fine home." Denise said, sipping the tea. It was rich and flavorful. Betty sat back with her hands in he lap and her head down. "Will you honor me by joining me?" Denise asked. "It is not my place." Betty demurred. Denise studied her a moment. "If my perception is correct as to your intentions, your place is where I *bid* it. I will allow you to pamper me, because you wish it. I honor that wish. But I bid you be at my side rather than ten paces back. I bid you to join me." she said, softly. "There is not a provision in the ceremony for such an action." Betty said, tears softly dripping from her eyes. Denise set her cup upon the table and set a lid on it to keep it hot. "Perform the ceremony again, as before." Denise said. Betty was complacent as the performed the entire ceremony as before. Not missing a step, but quivering a bit. She presented Denise with the second cup. Denise took it, then rocked to her knees and presented the cup back to her. Betty took it with shaky fingers. Denise took her own cup up again. Betty quivered as she sipped at the tea. "I have never felt like this before.... I do not know how to act." she said, shakily. "You are doing just fine, my love. There are no rules except those we place upon ourselves. You could not offend me if you did nude cartwheels through a public park. I would find you as enchanting as you are." Denise said softly. Betty quivered as she sipped her tea. She didn't know what to do with her hands besides hold the cup in both of them. She felt nervous and giddy. Tears still dripped from her eyes. Denise reached out and caught a drop with her finger tip and moved it to her lips. Betty seemed to visibly shake. Denise set her cup down and rocked to her knees. Betty looked at her in concern and Denise motioned for her to do the same. Betty complied and Denise pulled her into her arms and hugged her, softly kissing the tears on her cheeks. Betty quivered in her arms and Denise found her mouth with hers. She kissed her as tenderly as she knew how. Betty's quivering got worse, so Denise kissed her hard to abate the churning inside her. Finally she released her and then reseated herself. Betty sat back, still a bit shaky, but calmer than she had been. "We will know sunsets and sunrises, meadows and mountains, fine wines and fine meals. Our love will be both tender and frantic. There is a place for both. We will watch each other grow old and feeble and love each other more each passing day. When we are too old to do else, we will sit and hold hands and share each others gaze. We shall revel in each passing moment. Should there be a here-after, I will hold you in my arms until the stars cease to burn and then comfort you in the darkness for eternity." Denise said. It struck Betty like she'd been shot. She seemed to crumple into herself and a great wracking sob clenched her body. Denise did not wait. She set her cup down again and took Betty's from her fingers. She set it down and then swept Betty into her arms as she rose. She managed to slide the door open and then shut behind her then carried Betty to her bedroom. "The dinner..." Betty began. "Can keep." Denise replied. Betty nodded and snuggled to her neck as she carried her. Denise laid her gently upon the bed. "Some will burn." Betty said. "Do not move. I will be back." Denise said, sprinting out. Denise surveyed the sumptuous meal Betty had prepared. She made quick decisive movements as she set about preserving the meal for latter. Then sprinted back up the stairs to find Betty seated half undressed on the edge of the bed, looking out the window. "I had it all planned out. I was going to pamper you tenderly until I won your heart as you have mine." Betty mused. Denise unfastened her dress and stepped out of it. She wore emerald green lingerie that matched her eyes. "A change of plans. You *already have* my heart. I *meant* what I just said in the solarium." she said, moving toward Betty. Much latter a much calmer Betty lay snuggled to Denise's side. She softly played her fingertips over Denise's large breasts. "I really don't know how to act. I've never been in love before." she said, softly. "It is easy, my darling. Love is the easiest thing. It is unrequited love that is hard. To love, you just love. You need not *act* at all. We will share each others successes and failures. When we desire we will make love. When the whim hits us we will kiss or softly touch the others cheek. We will mow the lawn and work in the garden and take out the trash and wash the toilets. We will shower together or share a hot tub when we can. We will cook for each other and do each others hair and smile at the other when they are bitchy. Sometimes we will quarrel about trivialities. Then we will make up passionately. We will share tenderness and lust. We will spend quiet time reading, just content that the other one is there and loves us. We will roll in the grass and play in the snow. We will work up a sweat and kiss it from each others bodies. We will hear and smell each others farts and see each other grow wrinkles. And we will enjoy every second of it. All I ask of you is the pleasure of sharing your lips and your life. All I offer in return is the same." Denise replied. "God I love you." Betty gasped, hugging her to her fiercely. "As I love you." Denise whispered in her ear, holding her tightly. They hugged for a long time, skin to skin. Then shared a deep searching kiss that ended tenderly, their lips just barely sliding over each others. "And now my love, lets go eat that sumptuous meal you prepared. I think I saved everything well enough." Denise said, taking Betty by the hand. Marge served her family dinner. Cindy ate quietly. She'd had one session already with Denise's counselor friend, later the counselor had talked to Marge. She thought it best that her husband be informed if Marge could do it without eliciting any hostility from the action. "*Cindy's going to need all the support she can get. It would be better if she knew that both her parents loved and supported her.*" the counselor had told her. Marge wasn't worried about the love part. Sam loved his daughter dearly. It was the support part and the other thing the counselor had said that concerned her. "*I must tell you that my ultimate goal with Cindy is not to make her un-gay. My goal is for her to be happy and in charge of her own life. The roots of that happiness may lie in her being gay. It may not. I'm not going to try to guide her either way about that. Whichever way she chooses to be is the path I shall follow. My goal is to nurture her own self-respect and self-sufficiency, to give her the tools to feel comfortable about loving another as an equal. But for her to be happy you're going to have to support her whichever way she decides to be.*" she had said. Sam held some pretty rigid and firm biases. He would not easily accept that his daughter was gay. Cindy finished up and helped her mother with the dishes, she was still quiet. "I think I'm going to read some and then go to bed. I'm kind of tired." she said. Her mother hugged her tightly and kissed her on the cheek. "Alright dear. Sweet dreams." she said. Sam was still seated at the table, reading the evening paper. Cindy hugged and kissed him on her way out. "Another cup of coffee, love." Marge asked. "Sure. What's up with Cindy? She's been kind of quiet lately." Sam asked. Marge poured herself a cup and sat down at the table. "We need to talk, Sam. And I want you to promise me that you will hear me out before you go off half-cocked like you're prone to." Marge said. Sam looked at his wife. They had been married long enough for him to know that she was serious. "Alright. I promise. I'll try to behave." he said. Marge smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "When you were in the service, did you ever encounter any of the men who had been POW's?" she asked. Sam was surprised, but he knew his wife had her ways of getting to an issue. This would be relevant somehow. "Yeah.. A few. They were in pretty bad shape." he said. "Suffering from *brain-washing* techniques?" Marge asked. "Yes... Some of them just shells of their former selves. I knew some of them. They were never quite the same again." Sam said, distantly. "So how were they treated? I mean nobody blamed them for what had happened to them, did they?" she asked. "No, of course not. They didn't know what was going to happen to them. Nobody could stand up to the brain-washing techniques the Viet Cong used. It's never a case of inner strength or character. In fact the strongest of them would be affected the worst by it. Everybody breaks. It's not a question. The whole point is to just survive and come back if you can. That's what they told us before we ever got there." he said. "So what they need most is understanding and support if they make it back?" Marge asked. "Yes... of course.. so you're telling me that's what Cindy needs?" he asked. "Yes, love. That's exactly what I'm telling you. She needs all the love, understanding and support that we both can give her. And just like the goal with the returning POW's is to return them to self-respect, self-sufficiency and happiness again, that has to be our goal with Cindy." she said. "I don't understand. What does Cindy have to do with the POW's?" Sam asked. "What it has to do with, is those same brain-washing techniques. Somebody's been applying them to Cindy and they did a hell of a job at it. She's now been released from her captivity and the other is being dealt with. But now Cindy's just like those POW's. She doesn't need lecturing. She doesn't need anger over something we may not like, she needs understanding and love." Marge said. "What captivity? She's been here most every night." Sam asked, trying to understand. "Psychological captivity. Not physical... but there was some of that too." Marge said, remembering Cindy's story of her last weekend with Andrea. Sam looked at his wife a long moment. "Alright love. What is it your aren't telling me? I can see, as bad as the implications of it are, that you are skirting some important issue." he said. "That's just it. It can't be an *issue* if we are going to give her the understanding and support she needs. It's an *oh, by the way* that was revealed along with the situation. If it becomes an issue -now or *ever*- then we fail in our roll as parents. It would only aggravate the situation and make it much worse than it already is, and it's bad enough as it is." Marge said. "This has to do with Andrea and Cindy, doesn't it?" he said, thoughtfully. "Yes, love. It does." she said, softly. "Gay?" he asked, tentatively. "Yes." Marge said, quietly. Sam seemed to shrink into himself. He'd been doing his best *not* to notice the obsession Cindy seemed to have over Andrea. Now he realized that he'd been sub-consciously aware of it for some time. He took a deep breath and then a sip of coffee. "You'd better tell me the rest." he said, wearily. Marge hugged her husband around his neck a moment and then kissed his cheek before she launched into the story. Sam did his best to hold his temper, but inside he was seething with anger. "And what's being done with Andrea?" he asked. "That's not the problem, love. I imagine Andrea will have problems enough of her own. This isn't about retribution. It's about Cindy's happiness and future." Marge told him. "And this gym teacher, Miss Alvey. She's gay too?" he asked. "No... not that I know of, but it does not matter. After meeting her and talking with her I have no qualms about Cindy undressing in front of her at gym. Even if I knew her to be gay, which I don't. She's the kind of person that even if she was, she would never do something which would damage a student, either physically or mentally. What she is, is kind and understanding. Were it not for her, this could have gone on longer and done even more damage. It was she who recognized the situation and took the initiative to deal with it, much to her own risk. It was she who recommended the counselor for Cindy. It was she who recognized what was being done to Cindy and suggested that book for her. She risked association with the exact reputation that you are jumping to conclusions about, which would ruin her career. She didn't do that because she has the hots for Cindy. She did it because she *cares*. I think right now she's our greatest ally in our quest for Cindy's well being. I think she may be the best friend Cindy has, or could possibly have. I would gladly welcome her as *my* friend." Marge replied. "Do you think we should talk to the school officials about this?" he asked. "No, I think that would be a very bad thing to do. I think it would be a great injustice to Denise -Miss Alvey- and wouldn't help Cindy one bit. Denise is aware of Andrea and will keep an eye on her. She will watch over Cindy and talk to her when needed and us if she feels it is best for Cindy. But she won't rat on Cindy. She won't break any confidences or act as a spy for us. She will do what needs to be done because it needs to be done. I respect her greatly for that. She did not have to do a thing about this situation. It was not her problem. She made it her problem because she cared about Cindy's well being. Not for any other reason. So the situation at school is well in hand. Anything more will just stir up a hornets nest and a lot of good people would get stung without helping the situation at all." she said. "Alright. You are confident that this counselor knows her job?" he asked. "I think she knows it very well. I think she is the exact person that Cindy needed to help her best deal with this. She shows genuine concern and understanding of the situation. She said she'd work with us on the finances. She will help us deal with the insurance company to help get Cindy the therapy she needs while protecting her from any future medical stigma. She said if she can't do that, that she will work with us as much as possible up to the point of waving her fees. She's not in it for the money. I looked into other counselors and she's downright cheap compared to most of them." Marge said. "How much is she?" Sam asked. "Twenty dollars an hour." Marge replied. "Twenty dollars and hour!" he gasped. "Think about that. If she were fully booked up, eight hours a day, five days a week, then she would make just over forty-thousand a year. Not counting the expenses of her office. And how much do you charge when you go into a company as a consultant?" she asked. "Sixty bucks an hour." he replied, thoughtfully. "Would you wish less competent help for your daughter?" Marge asked. "No...of course not. But it may not be a problem. They have a very good insurance plan at work. I'll get you the papers." he said. "I have to warn you not to get your hopes up over the counseling." Marge said. "I don't understand. What do you mean? It won't help?" Sam asked. "Yes, it will help. It will help Cindy be happy, no matter what that means to you and I. The counselor told me that her goal is *not* to make Cindy un-gay. It's to make her happy. If that includes being gay, then she's not going to try to sway her away from that. She also will not encourage that. Being gay is not her problem. Being brainwashed is. That's what I mean by don't get your hopes up about the counseling. It's not aimed at curing her from being gay. It's aimed at making her a healthy, happy, self-sufficient and confident person. I agree with that goal. I accept the other as a personal choice our daughter has the right to choose for herself once she's free to make her own decisions." Marge replied. "Alright... I was kind of looking forward to grandchildren... but I care more for Cindy's happiness." Sam said. "I knew there was a reason I married you." Marge said, putting her arms around her husband. "Yeah, we got you pregnant." he chuckled, kissing her softly. "That's not the reason I married you. That just determined when I would. I married you because I love you. Or I wouldn't have been pregnant." she said, pulling him back into a second kiss. He hugged her to him. Then sighed. "Well... guess I'd better go tell our daughter that it's okay if I don't end up a grandfather." he said. "Mostly just tell her that you love her and understand. That you will try to understand what you don't. That you will support her and that she can talk to you." Marge said. "I will." he said, kissing her softly before going to talk to Cindy. "I'll see you in bed, love. I feel like living dangerously again." Marge giggled. Sam grinned back at her. Bobby watched his sister while she prepared them a meal. Noticing how she had grown in the previous three years. "You know, you have turned into a very sexy young woman." he said. Andrea beamed at him and blushed. "Thank you." she said, shyly. "I mean it. If you weren't my sister I'd want you for my wife." he said. Andrea got tears in her eyes. She didn't know how to respond to this. "Just make love with me, when we can." she said, softly. "Always, love... and I'm thrilled over your new love. How are you going to go about contacting her. I don't think school's the place." he said. "She jogs in the park every Saturday. I watched her route. There's a secluded spot she runs through that is off the main path. Next Saturday she'll encounter me there. I'll ask her if we can talk privately. But the spot's secluded enough that it should be okay to talk there even if she doesn't wish to go elsewhere." Andrea replied, basting the chicken breasts. Bobby admired the sight, remembering the night of her initiation to womanhood. Now she was more shapely. Her breasts were large and sensitive. Her hips broader and her face more defined and lovely. Her hair longer. She kept herself in shape. She was sexy, sensuous and sensual. She still moved like a woman, even more so. She would be desirable to anybody who was being honest with themselves. "It sounds like you've done your home work. You were careful in your surveillance?" he asked. "Yes. I used a cab to tail her to Betty's. I had the driver drop me off at the next corner. The house is secluded with no direct view into the property from the neighbors. I was not observed entering her property or by them. I was careful where I stood and what I walked on. I left no footprints in soft soil. I changed my clothes often when I was watching them, not wearing outfits I wear at school and changed my hair and wore sun glasses during the day. I have pictures I took at Betty's the second time. I used high speed film, no flash and had it done at an automatic one-hour processors in one of the malls. I took several plain pictures at the first and last of the roll so that the processor would not see anything unusual about the film when they placed it in the envelope no matter which picture came up first. I distracted the clerk while my prints were being sliced by the machine. I used pay phones to call the cabs and paid cash for everything. I used a false name on the film." Andrea said.. "Good. And how will you handle your desires if Denise does not relieve them and bids you not take another slave?" he asked. "I will handle them personally. As you taught me. I do that even when I have a slave. Cindy and I could only usually get together on the weekends. You know I'm hornier than that. I'm not opposed to pleasing myself when I feel the need." she giggled, coming to sit on his lap. "Show me, on the table." Bobby said. Andrea smiled at him and crawled up onto the table. She lay her head back and closed her eyes as she felt her breasts and masturbated herself to a large, satisfying orgasm. Bobby got hard watching her and crawled up on the table after she was through. They were through about the same time as their dinner, but food was a trivial matter to both of them. Bobby had her sit on the table with her legs on either side of his plate as they ate. Admiring the view of his eventual desert. Betty sat watching Denise's face as they reclined in a conversation pit in her house. A small enclosed fire pit sat in the middle and a long polished brass double stack ran up through the ceiling. Denise was sitting watching the flames through multiple glass windows, seemingly lost in thought. "You really do make it ever so easy to love you." Betty said, softly. Denise looked at her. "How so?" he asked. "For one, you care about what really matters. Like the dinner. Making love was more important at the time, so you just dealt with it.... the dinner I mean, but you dealt exceptionally well with the other thing too." Betty giggled. "I seem to recall you doing a fine job of holding up your end of things, too." Denise teased. Betty blushed a bit. "So... there must be something wrong about you. I mean... you can't be as perfect as you seem to be." she said, softly. "Oh... I've got my faults. Sometimes my ethics get a bit hazy." Denise replied. "Such as?" Betty asked. She told Betty about her student gallery and how she obtained it. "Wow.. you *are* pretty good at technology. I would never have guessed if you hadn't told me. That's why you take that tape home everyday?" Betty asked. Denise nodded. "Yeah, I download the day's pictures and go through them at home, just keeping the ones I like." Denise said, knowing where the whole thing was going. She wanted to tell Betty all of it. That was why she had revealed it. "It still seems like that would be a bunch of pictures. Must take up a lot of disk space. How do you handle that?" Betty asked. Denise knew this clue would lead Betty to the truth. She forged on. "I only take pics when someone is in the frame. The program recognizes the difference between an empty locker room and an occupied one. Plus I use data compression on the photos. Then I store the ones I keep security encoded on CD-ROM's. You can store literally thousands of images on a few CD's." she said, waiting for the revelation to strike. "That's a neat idea... So when ever there's a nude body in the frame........" Betty trailed off, her eyes getting larger. "Yes, my love. I knew about you and June before you told me about it. I left the program running and it started with you passing into the shower. I have images of June coming in already partially undressed, undressing, then joining you in the shower. The view shows enough of the shower that it caught your activities in there, and then gave a complete series of very nice close ups of you two on the bench right in front of the camera. I have pictures of you both right up to the moment of your last kiss and separation.... I'm sorry. I did not mean to invade your privacy. ... That's what I meant when I told you I *Just play with my computer.... and myself.... thinking of you.* when you asked me what I did at nights. " Denise said, dropping her eyes. Betty looked at her for a while. "I certainly don't mind that you have images of *me*. I'm flattered that you actually would play with yourself while looking at them. June would be furious though." she said. "That's why I told you about my student gallery. I knew you would figure out what it implied. I've been trying to think of a way to tell you I knew ahead of time since we became lovers...... The images are secure. Nobody else will ever view them. I store them using data encryption routines that would take the NSA a week on a super-computer to bust. So even if some kid stole my computer and all my disks they wouldn't get to see shit. Just a bunch of scrambled data. I double encrypted the files of you and June. The only copy of them is on one CD which you can take to destroy or keep as you please. " Denise explained. "No... you keep it. If nothing else it gives you a lever over June should you need it." Betty said. "I'm not much of a supporter of blackmail. In fact I detest the idea. Besides, I could never use it without compromising you, which I would *never* do." Denise replied. "But I know the idea occurred to you. You're too smart to miss the implication." Betty said. "Yes... it occurred to me. But I rejected it fast enough for my own comfort. I could never live with myself." Denise said. "But you could with having images of almost five hundred nude girls?" Betty asked. "It's bothered me at times. But I'm not certain it's really unethical. I admit catching you and June was definitely not ethical, but that was unintentional. As far as the girls.... I can see the same thing any day -and do- just walking through the locker room. And it helps me deal with doing that. If I can work my desires out at home, then I don't bring them into the locker room with me. It lets me not *have* to look too closely at them. It would be a lot different if it was my intention to reveal the images to someone who was not privy to that view to start with, but I've taken precautions that will never happen with my data encryption. No, nobody will ever see those images unless I purposefully exposed them to them. Not a kid burglar and not the law if they should ever impound my machine for some reason. That came to mind over this Cindy and Andrea deal. It's not beyond Andrea to plant evidence on me and then sick the law on my ass. Actually my files of them are evidence of Andrea's actions if I ever needed them... but I think I'd rather burn than do that to Cindy." Denise replied. "You wouldn't do it to Andrea either. I know you better than that. You don't wish her bad, you just want her not to be a problem. Fact is I think you are quite taken with both of them with a strong preference toward Cindy." Betty said. "You're right of course. .... You do know me pretty well I guess." Denise said, softly. "Not as well as I'd like or as I intend to. I'm more impressed with you all the time." Betty said. "Even with my shady ethics?" Denise asked. "Hell, babe. You're even ethical in your shadiness." Betty chuckled, "You make certain that nobody else will be a party to it and confess your only fopah to me. Hardly what I call unethical. Fact is that you are just plain *good*. Ethics is when you are good when nobody's looking. And *that* you have proven to be. You care about your students, to the extent of endangering your career to help one the system wouldn't or couldn't. You care about people. You care about your job. You are competent and diligent. You are bright and witty. You are a marvelous, attentive lover......You are sensual, sexy and beautiful. Like I said to start with.... You're almost too perfect....... and I shall love you till the day I die.... and beyond if possible." Betty said, moving to kiss her softly. Denise kissed back passionately, leaning Betty back onto the sofa and reclining with her as they kissed. "Hell... The Jock and the Nerd. Sounds like it would make an interesting Sitcom." Betty mused. "It did. *The Odd Couple*. Only it was about men." Denise chuckled, untying their robes. "I don't recall any scenes like *this* in that show.... but I quite like it." Betty said, moving over Denise and pushing their robes aside. Cindy lay awake in bed, unable to get to sleep. Her fathers understanding had quite frankly been a shock to her. Her mother's had been a big enough surprise itself. But her father..... She'd always dreaded them finding out about her and Andrea........ Even knowing what she did now about Andrea, she *still* missed her. At times she had been so gentle and sweet that Cindy just melted under her touch. But she understood now that it was just part of the process..... *Cycles of kindness and debasement*. The book had called it. The book was accurate enough in it's description of what Andrea had done to her that Cindy doubted she would ever feel the same way about her again. But that created another problem for Cindy; *Desire*. Cindy's loss of Andrea left her in limbo. Not only heart broken over her deception and treatment, but adrift in the loss of any love at all with not much possibility of finding any. Cindy had gotten used to making love at least once a week. She liked it... she needed it.... now even more than ever. At that very moment she longed to escape her damage into the arms of a sweet lover. And now Andrea wasn't an option. Now she didn't have *any* options. Boys certainly weren't for her. If there was one thing Cindy had learned, it was that those tender moments she most needed right now were few and far between with boys. To get to those moments a girl had to risk pregnancy, disease and a bad reputation. Cindy did not feel that it was a bad thing to make love. Even at her age. Given time she might be interested in a relationship with a man. But not at the moment. She *liked* girls. She liked looking at them, touching them, kissing them, making love with them and even just being around them. For the most part she liked them as friends. Andrea hadn't soured her on women.... just on Andrea. She was grateful to Miss Alvey for the book and what she had done. Her mother had told her of her whole conversation with her. What she had.... and hadn't said. Miss Alvey had not broken any confidences. Not that she wasn't entitled to. But when Cindy had confessed all about her relationship with Andrea it had been in confidence. But Miss Alvey hadn't even mentioned the things that had caused her to get involved in the first place.... And why *had* she gotten involved? Not when she called her in for her indiscretion, that was no surprise, although her handling of it was. Nor when she called her and Andrea in as a result of Andrea's bullshit power game. But why had she gotten involved to the point of coming to her house to check on her? Her mother had said that *she cared*. Did she? And if she did... to what extent? Perhaps it was just wishfull thinking on Cindy's part... Miss Alvey was exactly what she needed at the moment... *if* she was gay. Other than the ways she phrased certain things and the way she had looked into Cindy's eyes when she had her glasses off, Cindy had no evidence that she was. And what if she were? She could hardly get involved with Cindy. That would most certainly be too dangerous for her. But those eyes...... that body...... her kindness..... the way she had held her when she cried in her office......the way she smiled...... Cindy realized with a start that she was in *love* with Miss Alvey! That her attraction had been growing since the first moment she had laid eyes upon her. She also realized that she would never have that love fullfilled. It was like loseing *two* loves in one week.... It was too much for Cindy to bear. She felt like there was no hope for her. She had lost Andrea... and now Miss Alvey... and there were no other possibilities..... just no love. She wept for a time into her pillow. It gave her no release. Cindy tiptoed into the bathroom and found a bottle of pills. She took them all.... then went back to bed to wait for the end. Sam Crowther couldn't sleep. Even with the activity he and Marge had indulged in a short time before. Marge was now blissfully sleeping. Sam was restless. He had to get to work in the morning. He went to the medicine chest in the bathroom. He grabbed the bottle and took off the cap, *empty!* "What the hell?" he said to himself. Suddenly a bad feeling struck him like goose bumps running up his spine. He tore into Cindy's bedroom and grabbed her wrist. He was barely in time. The paramedics got there in time. Luckily he had a bottle of ipecac in the house and her body vomited much of it out before they ever got there. They got her stabilized enough to get her in and get her stomach pumped. She would make it. They had been fast enough there wouldn't even be any brain damage. The doctors took her parents aside. "Any idea why this happened?" they asked. "Yes... at least the cause. She's had some very serious personal problems with one of her friends lately. The part I don't understand is that both of us told her that we understood and that we loved and suported her." Sam said, tears in his eyes. "Sometimes that's not enough. If she feels she has no other options." the doctor had said. Marge realized something at that moment, but kept quiet. Later she went to a pay phone and called the number Denise had given her for her home. She got an answering machine and left a message, thinking Denise to just be asleep... or possibly out. Betty lay blissfully snuggled to Denise on the sofa. They were warm enough, but it was a bit cramped. "Go to bed, love?" she asked. Denise kissed her softly and nodded. "You didn't say if you liked my little message." Betty said, as they sat up. "What message?" Denise asked, donning her robe. "The one I left on your answering machine." Betty said. "Oh.. I didn't even notice it flashing when I passed through home. I was kind of hot to get here." Denise replied. "Can you retrieve your messages remotely?" Betty asked. Denise nodded. "So why not listen to it now?" Betty giggled. "Have you been leaving nasty messages on my machine?" Denise giggled. "You'll just have to call and find out." Betty giggled. "I guess I'd better." Denise said, picking up the phone. Betty's message was *scandalous*.... and enough to warant a big fat kiss. Denise was about to hang up the phone when the second message started. "Oh my god!" she gasped, turning white as a ghost. "What? It wasn't that bad was it?" Betty giggled. Denise shakily put the phone down and sat down hard. "Cindy Crowther tried to kill herself tonight..... I'd better go down there. She's at the East side hospital." Denise said, looking shocked and distant. Tears forming in her eyes. Betty stopped giggling instantly. "I'll drive you." she said, taking her hand and leading her to where their clothes were. Because the dress was sort of inaproprite, Denise donned her jogging outfit with sweatpants on the bottom. Betty pulled on her sweats too and got Denise into the car. She was crying. "Why would she do that?" she cried. "I don't know, love. But she took a pretty hard fall, you know." Betty replied. Denise nodded. They drove in silence to the hospital. They found Marge and Sam in a waiting room. Denise went straight to Marge and hugged her. "I just got your message. ... How is she?" she asked, tears in her eyes. "She's going to make it... she's just asleep now." Marge said, seeming to sob against Denise. "Oh god, I'm so glad." Denise said. Betty stood by. Ready to lend a hand if needed... but not expecting to be needed. Sam sat studying the pair of them, thoughtfully. Marge continued to sob against her and Denise led her back to the sofa she had been on and sat down, holding her to her. Denise had tears pouring from her own eyes. Eventually Marge cried herself out again. "I'm sorry. I just didn't know who else to call." Marge said, sitting back and blowing her nose in a rumpled tissue. "It's okay.... I'm glad you called. Any idea why she did it?' Denise asked. "No.. not really. I mean... I know she was upset over Andrea... but she seemed to be handling that okay....." Marge said, fading out hopelessly. "I talked to her just before I went to bed. She seemed fine. I even told her I loved her and........understood....." Sam said. "I'm sorry... Denise, this is my husband Sam. Sam this is Denis Alvey." Marge said. Denise shook his hand. "I'm sorry we had to meet under these circumstances, Mr. Crowther. This is Betty Hart. The other coach from school. She was nice enough to drive me over." she said. "Nice to meet both of you. I thank you for coming... But there's really nothing to do but wait now till morning.... and please, it's Sam. .... My daughter speaks quite highly of you...., Denise. If you rushed down here.... I can see why." he said. "I don't know when you left that message... I just happened to call my machine a little while ago. I came right over when I heard it. .." Denise said, fading out. "Anyplace we could get a cup of coffee here?" Betty asked. "I'll show you. I could use another myself." Sam said, getting to his feet. "Denise?" Betty asked. "Please, black." Denise replied. "Marge?" Betty asked. "Thank you, no. ...perhaps ... I don't know... Something cold." Marge said, not really coherent. "I know what she likes." Sam said, leading Betty away. Marge turned to Denise after they had left. "I figured out why she did it." she said, shakily. "Why?" Denise asked. "Because she felt she didn't have any options..." Marge said. "Options? There's always other options to killing one's self." Denise replied. "I know... but think about it. She's gay... That eliminates a whole bunch of options right there. When she lost Andrea.... she didn't have anybody.... not to *love* I mean. She had her father and I, of course. And the counselor you recomended. But that's not the kind of love I mean. I mean romantic love. I know Cindy. She needs to be *in love*. It's in her nature. That may have been why she was so vulnerable to someone like Andrea.... but when she realized what Andrea was doing to her ... she was crushed....She'd lost her only love. ... and I would imagine that the odds on finding another one aren't too good in junior high, not even nowadays. She suddenly realized that she had no lover.... and wasn't likely to find another for a long time. If she were just another girl.... then she would have a bunch more options. She could forget one boy in the arms of another -as we all did at times-.... But if you're gay..... Anyway.. I think that's why she did it. ... and I don't know how to prevent her trying it again..... for the same reason... that's why I called *you*." Marge said, looking at Denise hopefully. Denise realized with a start what she was implying. "I don't know if I understand what you mean." she said. "I think you do. You remember when I said I hoped she got to meet someone like you when she got older? Well.... that's *exactly* what she needs *now*... someone like *you*. Someone who is kind.. and understanding.. and compassionate.... and passionate." Marge said, looking at her. "Marge, are you asking me to *make love* to your daughter?" Denise asked, softly. Marge smiled at her. "No, I couldn't be, now could I? I think I was saying that I would have no objections to Cindy spending some time with a very *special* person. A friend who *understood* her *situation* and whom she feels comfortable talking to. A person I think is wise enough to know how to handle an *impressionable* young girl. Somebody I am absolutely certain will be a much better influence on her than Andrea *ever* was. Someone who could deal with her immediate *needs* while she finds herself again. Someone who would be nice enough to let her sleep on her sofa when she missed her bus... again... as *usual*. Someone whom I'm quite certian cares an awfull lot about her. I think that's what I was saying." she said. Denise was floored. She didn't know how to respond. "God... I ... don't know... I mean ... she's fifteen!.... " Denise stammered. "Yes.. she is fifteen... a *woman* now. A woman who's experienced *things* now for perhaps a whole year.... Things that are not easy to deal without once a person is exposed to them. " Marge said, cryptically. Denise sat back in shock over the concept. "Well... You think about it. I would quite welcome a person *like that* in my daughters life. Especially now....I'm quite certain her father would feel the same way." Marge said, patting Denise's hand. "She's quite a person, isn't she?" Sam said, at the coffee machine. "I'm sorry?" Betty replied. "Denise.. she's a very special person.... I think." he said. Betty looked at him a moment. "Yes.. very special indeed." she replied. "This is all sort of new to me.... I'm just trying to understand... I just learned earlier today that my daughter was something that seemed totally alien to me... I had to accept that... I did. But I don't really understand it. When I talked to her later.. well, she gave me no indication of what she was planning. She certainly seemed relieved enough that I told her I would try my best to understand and that we could talk about anything. I told her that I just wanted her to be happy.... I do. No matter what that may include that may seem alien to me. I want her to be happy. And I want her to be *alive*. So I'm open to any input that might help me along those lines." Sam said, sincerely. Betty looked at him a moment before answering. "I think you did just what a parent that really cared about their child could best do; You offered her your love and support at a time when she really needed it. I don't think any parent could have offered her better. So do not blame yourself for this. I doubt you could have had a clue that would have warned you about this. Fact is that I've been aware of Cindy and Andrea's relationship for quite some time now... At least I've suspected.... And I didn't have a clue that it would lead to this. Not that I had any options to head that off. As a teacher, I can deal with specific offenses that may be inapropriate at school, but that's about it. That's what brought all this to light. Denise witnessed one of those specific offenses. She tried to be nice about the whole thing and just tell those involved to have a little bit more discretion in their private lives. The offense she witnessed was Cindy dragging her hand across Andrea's *bare ass* in the locker room. She called Cindy in and told her that was an inapropriate thing to be doing at school, that's all. Just *knock it off* at school. I guess Cindy told Andrea about the warning and Andrea took it as a personal challenge. I doubt you were told, but Andrea *branded* your daughter with her initial in a *very* personal spot. Then she had Cindy expose that spot to Denise. That's when Denise really got involved in this. She reamed Andrea pretty good. Cindy was flat humiliated, but she was ... *enslaved* to Andrea's games. Denise recognized this. Cindy told her pretty much her whole story. That's when she recomended that book about brain-washing to Cindy. Andrea was suspended from class for a week as the *instigator* of the whole thing. That's about the *maximum* penalty we have leeway to enforce without making something a very *public* thing. That would have only made things hard on Cindy.... I guess Cindy was quite upset when she realized from her reading just what kind of influence Andrea actually had on her. She didn't come to school the next day. Denise was concerned over her and made a personal trip to your house to check on her. That's when your wife asked to talk to her. She'd figured out about the girls relationship. She asked Denise what to do about the whole thing. Denise recomended counceling. I still think that's the best thing for her, now more than ever. Anyway. That's when Cindy and your wife first started talking about things. They were just starting to talk when Denise left. Denise left her card with Marge with the counselors number, along with her home number in case Cindy needed to talk or something. That's how Marge happened to call her tonight. And that's the full extent of Denise's involvement in this. It's all she *could* do. It's more than most teachers *would* do. She genuinely cares about people. She even cares about that manipulative bitch Andrea. That's just the way she is. Fact is *I love her* for it. I think we need more teachers just like her. Because we share an office and I knew some of Andrea's history, we talked about the situation. Denise made note of how limited we were in dealing with things like this. She said she could imagine the conversation with you folks: '*Your daughter is a lesbian, but that's not the problem*.' And it isn't the problem. Or wasn't. The problem was that she was so much under the influence of a manipulative bitch whom she was so enslaved to, that she would totally humiliate herself in front of a teacher to please her. That's *still* the problem. She's now aware of how she was abused at the hands of the other. She needs help dealing with *that*. It just so happened that the relationship was a lesbian one. It she'd experienced the same abuse from a boy. Then nobody would even think about her choice of sexual persuasion in relation to the problem. But it was her *lesbian* lover who did it to her, so it becomes an issue. And that's the extent to which I can give you any insight into the situation." Betty concluded. "Thank you. It expains a lot to me. And I can guarantee that it's not an issue with me. Not any more. I told Cindy last night that it wasn't. But I'll make absolutely certain that she understands that I mean that." Sam told her, tears in his eyes. "That's what Cindy needs most right now, I would imagine. Love and support. I don't know what else you could do to help her. Except counseling." Betty said, carrying hers and Denise's coffee back. "She'll be getting that too. She'll get anything it's in my power to get her." Sam said. They returned to the waiting room. It was clear to Betty that something had transpired, but she didn't have a clue what. Denise was in some sort of shocked condition. Marge seemed a bit contented and a lot less upset. Betty handed Denise her coffee, she hardly noticed. "Thanks..... Betty." she said. Sam handed his wife a can of iced tea She took it and hugged her husband, reasuringly. "Well, there's really no need for you to stay here. I just talked to the doctor. She's stable, but asleep. She'll probably stay asleep until tomorrow afternoon, he said. So why don't you folks go get some sleep. We'll call you when she wakes up or if there's any change." Marge said. Betty took a card and a pen out of her purse and scribbled her number on it. Then handed it to Marge. "I'll see she gets some sleep. Call her there." she said, taking Denise by the hand. Denise seemed to notice and got to her feet. "You'll call if she wakes up sooner?" she asked. Marge smiled and nodded. "Thank you .... *both* of you. I think the world needs more teachers like both of you." Sam said, squeezing Betty's hand in thanks. Betty smiled and led Denise out. "I think we have much to talk about." Marge said, turning to her husband. "I think you're right, we do." Sam replied. "You remember how old we were when we first started fooling around?" Marge asked. Sam nodded. He knew she'd get to the point eventually. He thought he understood what she had in mind. He was likely to be agreeable. "So what happened to you?" Betty asked, on the ride back to her place. "Marge asked me to consider making love to Cindy." Denise said, still distracted. The car weaved a bit before Betty recovered her shock. "She *what!*?" she gasped. Denise grinned at her. "You heard me... She made a pretty good case for it too." she said, still grinning. "Stranger things have happened... but not to me." Betty said, still shocked. "Did it occur to you that we just basically revealed our relationship to her parents?" Denise asked. "Yes." Betty answered, simply. "And how do you feel about that?" Denise asked. "If it wouldn't fuck up both our careers I'd announce it over the PA system at a regional PTA conference." Betty replied. Denise grinned at her and leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "If we burn, we burn together." Betty said. "I don't think we're gonna burn." Denise said, "At lest not from them." she added. "No... not from them...... Sam asked me what it was all about... I told him. I figured he had a right to know." Betty said. "How did he react?" Denise asked. "Like a loving parent should.... I think he was pretty smooth about it to start with. He honestly loves his daughter. But I think this happening scared the shit out of him. He wants his daughter *alive* and happy. He'll do whatever it takes to acheive that." Betty said. "Good, Cindy needs him.... she needs all of us. You told him about us?" Denise asked. "Not directly. I told him I loved you.. But that could have been interpreted platonically. But I have no question that he figured out from context about our relationship. He was eyeing the two of us pretty closely when we came in. It is two in the morning you know. You said you just got your message, yet I drove you in. Plus I just confirmed all that by handing Marge my number as where you would be.... but he knew before. When he asked me what it was all about.. it was from the assumption that I would know. ... He knows... I'm sure Marge does too." Betty said. "Yeah, that's what I figured. I just wanted your confirmation of my thoughts.... I don't mind them knowing. We won't have any trouble from them. They're good people.... I don't really mind *anybody* knowing. I'm certainly *not* ashamed of my relationship with you. I'd like to announce it myself at that PTA conference you talked about.... I'd like to *marry* you." Denise said. They had just pulled into Betty's driveway. She parked and then pulled Denise into her arms and kissed her for all she was worth. Tears of joy in her eyes. Betty led her inside. Just inside she embraced and kissed her deeply once more. Denise quivered in her arms. Betty stooped and swept her into her arms, picking her up. "My turn." she said, carrying her up the stairs. "You don't need to do this." Denise said, arms around her neck. "I *am* the *jock* you know." Betty grinned. She set Denise down gently on the bed. She stripped off her clothes and then her own. Then moved over her. She kissed her... breathing hard still. Denise's breath hardly any shallower. Later they caressed each other tenderly to sleep. Chapter Seven Andrea awoke snuggled to Bobby's side. It was one of the most incredibly satisfying feelings of her whole life. She wanted to do it every morning. Tears of joy filed her eyes as she softly kissed his cheek. He opened his eyes, smiling. Their lips met and they were off again making love. Sam Crowther called and talked to his boss. He explained as much of the situation as he needed to. His boss was understanding and supportive. He told Sam to take all the time he needed. He could charge it to his vacation and sick leave. Sam rejoined his wife in the waiting area. She was sleeping soundly on the sofa. He sat down by her and softly touched her hair. Not enough to disturb her, just enough to feel it in his hands. They had been together since they were sophomores in high school. They went everywhere together and reveled in every moment of it. They were lucky enough that they made it all the way through school before the inevitable happened. Marge got pregnant. Both their parents took it as no big surprise. They were married in a back yard cereimony at Marge's parents house. Sam went to work. He worked hard. They stayed with Marge's parents while he worked both to save enough to get them a place of their own, and for him to go to college. He never made it to college. He got drafted. His local draft board turned a deaf ear to the fact of his pregnant wife. He managed to get leave from boot camp just long enough to see his daughter be born before he shipped off to Viet Nam. He spent two years in that hell. Coming back... he went back to work. Doing manual labor at first. There wasn't much demand in the civilian world for an advanced weapons operator. But he had a little electronics training in the Army. A job he landed at a TV repair shop that belonged to a friend of his fathers supplied the income he needed to start college. They lived with his folks for his first year of school. Then congress decided that Viet Nam was a *real* war and granted the GI Bill to solders who had fought there. Both their parents chipped in to suppliment their rent as they got a place of their own. The GI Bill paid his tuition and he continued to work at the TV repair shop. At night he would come in late from work, kiss his sleeping toddler daughter on the forehead and then study as long as he could keep his eyes open. The next morning it was back to school all day, study, work, home, study and then what little sleep he could steal. Cindy was six when he finally graduated. His degree in electronics landed him a job that made their lives a whole lot easier. Sam was good at what he did and moved up quickly in the following years. Their life got continually better. He was never sorry that he had married Marge when he had. He was never sorry for a minute of his life with her. Not from their first date in high school. Cindy was now just a year younger now than they had been when they had first made love. Sam reflected on this fact. Once he and Marge had made love the first time, there had been no turning back. The first night they had finagled alone together had sealed their fate. What it felt like to fall asleep in someones arms and then to wake up snuggled to them was just too *overpowering* a feeling to ever *ignore* again. Apperantly that's what Cindy had been doing with Andrea every time they spent the weekend. -or *week*- at Andrea's parents cabin. Marge was right. Cindy needed a lover to help her through the loss and pain caused by the last one. And she wasn't likely to find one easily, given her choice of gender for a mate. >From what he now knew of Miss Alvey, she was the perfect thing for Cindy. Not that it would be what he would choose for his daughter, but if that what was *needed* for her to be happy.... -and *alive-* then Sam was very willing to live with that. He was mildly concerned over the fact that Miss Alvey already seemed to have a lover. He had little doubt in his mind that Coach Hart and her were *very* close. Their affection for each other was easily perceived. He also knew that undoubtedly *wasn't* the case when they were at work. They just had been *distracted* enough the previous night that their guards slipped just enough. A great part of that perception was based upon the context of them arriving together at two o-clock in the morning on a Saturday. Denise had been at Betty's house when she had for some reason checked her messages at home. Either that or they had just arrived at Denise's place and she listened to the message when she came in. But the fact remained that they had been *together* at two o-clock in the morning. It didn't take a fool to realize what that meant, especialy given the context of the whole situation. Sam sighed. It wasn't as if Denise and Betty could get married. If Betty was willing to share Denise with his daughter... that was okay with him. He realized the absurdity of what he had just thought and chuckled loudly to himself. Marge stirred and he took her hand to let her know he was there. Betty awoke snuggled to her lover. She smiled to herself as she snuggled a bit longer. Their lovemaking session upon their return from the hospital had been as passionate as they had yet been. Perhaps partly from the emotional release it had provided to Denise. But that wasn't all. They both felt it. They would be together for the rest of their lives. Betty realized with a start that they had only been lovers less than a week. They had been friendly before that at work, but that was all. Just cordial. But in the past two weeks Betty's respect for Denise had grown exponentially. Seeing her climb that rope at the start of her class had triggered such a desire for her that she had to turn away for a moment. But it was just the last piece of the jig-saw puzzle message called love. The message that isn't readily visible until the last piece is in place. Betty had perceived it at the time as simply desire. Something she could and had ignored in the past. But when they had made love the first time.... that was it! They had made *love*. And it wasn't just Denise's tender manner and skill, which was abundant. It was that Betty herself was suddenly able to *feel* and return that for the first time. Perhaps freed by Denise's comments about her physiology and womanhood. Who could define exactly how love starts? You just know when your in it. Betty was in it. She now believed that Denise was as well. Betty found it a bit ironic. She had always been the strong dominant force in any relationship she had ever been in. But she had no doubt that Denise was the strong one in their relationship. She was the perceptive one, the bright one, the *strong* one. And Betty was delighted to her soul to *let* her be.... except she wished to return measure for measure every bit of strength that Denise added to their relationship. She bent her head and softly kissed Denise on her cheek, not waking her, then slipped out to the bathroom. It was late morning, almost ten. She made her way to the kitchen wearing her light robe against the morning chill and the absence of a warm body snuggled to her. Denise awoke alone.... she hadn't expected to. She searched in the bed without opening her eyes. The bed was still warm beside her, but Betty was not in it. She stretched like a cat and then rolled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. The previous evenings events returning to her consciousness. Part of it made her smile. She found Betty in the kitchen cooking at the stove. She padded quietly up behind her and put her arms around her, laying her head contentedly upon her back. "Mm I missed you." she said, softly. Betty set down the spatula and squeezed her hands. Then turned in her arms to kiss her good morning. The kiss was tender and sweet. "Mm That's better." Denise sighed, leaning her head on her shoulder, her eyes closed. "I thought I'd make you breakfast in bed. I didn't expect you to wake up for a while." Betty told her, holding her to her. "That's nice of you. But now I'm up, I'll help." Denise said, starting to move away. "No, please. I want to cook for you. Sit down, it's almost ready anyway." she said, holding on. "Mmm Okay." Denise said, making no further move to pull away. Betty chuckled. She kissed her tenderly once more and then guided her to a chair. She seated her and then kissed her once more before she pulled away. Betty poured Denise a cup of coffee and collected another kiss for a reward. She turned to the stove. Flipping the French toast onto a plate. It was perfect despite the lapse in Betty's attention. Denise sipped at her coffee and sighed contentedly. "Did I ever tell you that I love you?" she asked. Betty smiled at her. "Yes, actually. I seem to recall both of us having a little competition last night to see who could say it the most to each other." she grinned. Denise chuclked a bit. "Yes... it was wonderful... it still is.... I love you." she said, getting quiet again. "And I love you with all my heart. Yes, it is wonderful. Now, one egg or two?" Betty asked. "Mm Two. I'm a bit hungry today." Denise said. "I can believe that. You were *a lot* hungry last night.... we both were.... Over Easy?" Betty asked. Denise nodded at her back, thoughfully, then realized Betty hadn't seen. "Yes, please.... Why do you think it struck us like it did last night?" she asked. "Who can say... I think we both just realized how much we mean to each other. That tied with the stress of the situation with Cindy and *whamo!* There we were." Betty said, starting the eggs. She set the French toast in the warm oven with the bacon while the eggs cooked. "That's a lovely sight." Denise mused, looking at the way Betty's robe defined her curves as she bent over the oven. Betty beamed at her as she stood. "So glad you think so. Salt? Pepper?" she asked. "Just seasoned salt. No pepper." Denise replied. Betty seasoned the eggs and then carefully flipped them. She took the plates out of the oven and devided the bacon and french toast between two plates. She added the eggs from the pan to one and put the other back into the oven. She turned and served Denise her breakfast. Denise caught her robe and pulled her down into a long deep kiss. "I will love you forever." Betty said, when she released her. "Mm perfect. Matches my schedule." Denise chuckled. "Let me cook my eggs and I'll join you." Betty said, kissing her softly once more. Betty cooked her egg and then placed it on the plate from the oven. She put it on the table and then poured herself a cup of coffee, reheating Denise's. Denise watched her move the whole time, her attention not on her food. Betty felt like a goddess. "You *do* make a girl feel loved." Betty said, joining her at the table. "You *are* loved." Denise replied. "As are you, now eat before it gets cold again." Betty said. Denise looked at her a moment more and then turned to her food. Over the meal they chatted. "So are you going to make love to Cindy?' Betty asked, easily. "I don't know.... How do you feel about it?" Denise asked. "I think you should.... " Betty replied. "Really?" Denise asked, surprised. "Yes, really. For several reasons. Not the least of them that she really needs it. But *you* do too. Not like she does, of course. But my point is that you *desire* her. You have for a long time. So it is *not* an act of charity. Secondly, it's not a problem, not with me, not with her folks and I would just about guarantee not with Cindy herself. The only possible problem I see might come from Andrea if she got wind of it. That could be a major problem. She might just burn the lot of us out of spite. But I think we can avoid her detection. I happily volinteer my services to keep an eye on Andrea every time you and Cindy get together. That should be safe enough." Betty said. "You would do that for me?" Denise asked. "In a heartbeat. I'd do it for *both* of you, because I believe in the cause... but more than that. I believe in *you*. You will be good for Cindy. As good as you have been for me and I expect you will continue to be for me for the rest of our lives. You're relationship with Cindy won't affect that at all as far as I'm concerned. I see no difference between it and my continuing to see June.... except that you'll probably get the better relationship of those two. I think Cindy understands love much better than June ever did." Betty said. "So can we go back to bed after this?' Denise asked, demurely. "We most certainly may.... although I expect June to show up sometime today." Betty said, leaning to kiss her. "Do you expect trouble there. I can go home and wait for Marge's call." Denise said, afterwards. "No, I think we should get it over with. The sooner she learns the facts of life, the sooner she'll get used to them." Betty replied. June pulled into Betty's driveway just then. She was surprised, but intrigued by the other car parked there. It looked familiar. She pulled into a last slot and walked to the door. She didn't think about knocking, just walked in as she usually did. She spotted the two women sitting at the table in light robes. One of which June usually wore in the mornings when she stayed over. "Well.. This looks cozy." June said, walking in. "Yes it is, quite." Betty said, turning to her. "Hello, June." Denise said, easily. She had never adressed her as anything but Ms. Benito. But that seemed inapropriate for the moment. "Would you care to explain this?" June said, looking between the two of them. "I had thought you to be brighter than that. It's fairly obvious I should think." Denise said, not smirking. June glared at her. "Sit down June. Cup of coffee?" Betty asked, getting it anyway. June sat down heavily in a chair on the other end of the table. Betty set her cup by her and leaned and kissed her cheek. June hardly noticed, but suddenly looked at Denise as she realized what her entrance and Betty's kiss had implied. "Oh I think you hardly need worry about me." Denise giggled. "No... I can see that." June mused, realizing it. "So... In answer to your coming questions: Denise and I have been lovers now for just a week. Since last Monday night. We have spent every night since making love. Obviously I discovered the leanings in her that we talked about last weekend. In fact she leaned hard, fell over and broke her nose, picked herself up and remade her life. She'd undoubtedly the best adjusted and most comfortable person about her choice of lifestyles that I have ever met. Ourselves included. Fact is that I love her without measure. She loves me the same. We are going to be together a lot from now on, so get used to it." Betty said. "I see... and what about me?" June asked, shakily. "Denise was kind enough to consent to let me *continue* to see you. We talked about that up front. She already had figured out about us two, by the way. I didn't have to tell her. She *asked* about you. She's a very bright woman. She is also a dear. Her offer to let me continue to see you is sincere. Now the question is: How do you feel about it?" Betty asked. June looked at her a long time, then at Denise for a while. Denise frankly returned her gaze, promising nothing. Finally she looked at the table. "Alright, this seems like a cozy enough little group. I guess *I* don't mind too much sharing you with her." June said. "I'm sorry. From the way you worded that last part then perhaps *I* didn't make myself clear. I will continue to *fuck* with you as long as it is mutually satisfying and desireable for us to do so. I warned you up front that was what our relationship was, whether you believed me or not. But I am *in love* with Denise. We don't fuck, we make *love*. We have from the very first time. So my point is that it is *she* who is sharing *me* with *you*, not the other way around. If she had raised the slightest hint that she didn't want me to continue with you then I would have dropped you cold. I still would. What Denise and I share together is not at all the same as you and I have. It's not something I will ever give up. " Betty said. As she had said it she had moved around and wrapped her arms around Denise from behind. Now she bent and soflty kissed her on the cheek then lifted her head to face June. Denise took her hand and softly kissed her palm. June was stunned. She realized that she had been displaced in Betty's life. She was tempted to walk out... but Betty just might tire of the relationship with time and return to her. "Alright. I don't see why you two need me around though." June said, finally sipping her coffee. Betty kissed Denise once more and then slipped into her chair again. Denise reached over and took her hand and sqeezed it a bit as she finished her coffee with the other hand. "I think I'll just go change." she said, sliding out of her chair. Betty held her hand until she bent and kissed her. She smiled at her and then left. June watched her go. "Let's you fight her battles for her, huh?" June asked, smirking. Betty looked at her sharply, then chuckled. "I realize that you are just a bit upset at the moment. But do not underestimate Denise. She does not need me to fight any battles for her, she could drop you on your ass in a heart beat. That lady climbed those ropes in the gym to the ceiling *seven times* in *one day*, hanging there while she gave a speach to the girls and then carried me up the stairs in her arms later that night without so much as quivering. But she needs fight no battles at all. She has won me. Heart and soul. I am hers, completely and forever. If you are talking in those terms at all then you really do not understand yet. She left just now to give you and me a chance to talk alone. Because she cares about me. Because she cares about you. She realized that maybe you were uncomfortable talking with her here. She's a very perceptive person. But I don't understand why you'd even think in those terms. You've never even pretended to be in love with me, nor I with you. Why would you start now?" Betty asked. "You think that she is?" June asked. "I *know* she is.... What books do I have in my library?" Betty asked. "How should I know? I've only been in there once when you first showed me around." June chuckled. "Denise knows. I showed her the room just once too, but she noticed what books I had." Betty said. "She's a nerd. What do you expect?" June asked. Betty chuckled. "Yes, she's a nerd who climbs ropes to the ceiling and I'm a jock who reads books. We make a pretty nice pair together. My point was that *you* never noticed that I *read* books. She not only noticed that I read, but *what* I read. I'm not faulting you for not noticing. I'm just explaining why I *am* in love with her. " Betty said. "Yeah, I can see that.... so what do you need me for?" June asked, uneasily. "I need you because we've been friends for over four years now. I'm not sorry about a second of that time. I don't want to lose that either. I care about you. Now I just have Denise also." Betty replied, moving to her and sitting in her lap. June kind of shivered as Betty kissed her softly. They'd never kissed like that before, always hungrily. "So what does she think of me?" June asked, when she pulled back. "Actually, I don't know. We've never talked about that. I know she likes you. But I don't know how she would feel about making love with you.... and that's what it would be if she did it. But I think that it will work out fine either way... if you can be cool about it. You and I will see each other on Saturdays. She will spend the weeknights with me. If that's agreeable with you?" Betty asked, kissing her again. "Yes... That's agreeable with me... Fact is I'm a bit relieved... I haven't liked having to hide our relationship. Just knowing that somebody else knows... and *understands* means a lot to me." June said, getting teary eyed. "*That* she certainly does.... She understands much.... I guess you haven't heard?" Betty asked. "Heard what?" June asked. "Last night Cindy Crowther tried to kill herself." Betty said, sliding off her lap. June was shocked. "She's okay?' she asked. "Yes... her father couldn't sleep. He discovered the empty pill bottle and called the paramedics. Anyway, she'll be out for a while.... Do you think you could swing a substitute for Denise for a few days?" Betty asked. "Sure.. I guess. Why... what's her connection to Cindy?" June asked. Betty didn't want to reveal the full extent of the relationship to June... that would be a bit too trusting. "She knows all the particulars of Cindy's situation. Andrea's been using mind control techniques on her... Cindy that is. Denise realized it and recomended a book about it to Cindy. I guess she took it pretty hard. Her and Andrea have been together now for almost a year.. but you knew that... Anyway... Cindy trusts Denise. And not much else. She's really in a bad way and I think it would do Cindy a world of good if she could spend some time with Denise. So far she's the only one that Cindy has fully confided in. Also... Cindy needs to have her schedule rotated so she's not in the same classes as Andrea. The less those two see of each other now the better." Betty explained. "Sure, no problem. Do you really think it will help Cindy?" June asked. "Yes, I do." Betty replied. "How long?" June asked. "A few days... a week would be better, but I think a few days would certainly help a lot." Betty said. "Have her take the week. Cindy's a good kid. I'm really sorry to hear about this." June said. "Yeah, Cindy is a good kid. You know, you're wasting Denise on the gym classes. She could be a major asset to you at school. She taught me enough about computers in four days in just an hour each time that I can now run spread sheets and word processors. I could install and run any program. And I didn't know how to even turn one on at this time last week. She should be teaching both computers and science to the kids." Betty said. "I don't see the connection between Cindy and computers and science." June said. "The connection is Denise. She cares about the students. The connection is that she was at the hospital last night at two A.M. because she cared about one of her students. You don't see your other teachers doing that kind of stuff. She even cares about that manipulative bitch Andrea. And you know how hard that would be to do. We've had problems with her since her first year. But I saw Denise clip her wings good. Andrea tried some of her dominace shit with her and Denise ripped her a new one and got Cindy away from her all at the same time." Betty said. "I don't know if it's such a good idea for a teacher to get involved in a students personal life." June said. "It won't be a problem. Both Cindy's parents know that Cindy trusts Denise and needs to talk to someone real bad. It was their idea that Denise spend some time with her." Betty replied. "Okay... based upon that. What about counselling for Cindy?" June asked. "She's getting that too. Denise recomended a very good counselor for her. She only went to a get aquianted meeting though before she did what she did last night. I think between the two of them that she will be alright, but I think that both are needed." Betty replied. "Alright. I'll arainge it. We can start the computer classes next term too. I've lined up a bunch of equipment... Your idea of the corporate donations worked pretty good. I talked to the district about getting another gym teacher already so she can teach it. Since I'll need one anyway, perhaps next week will be a good time to break in the new teacher. Best I could swing was a part timer. So Denise will still have to teach some gym." June said. "Thanks.... You know you're a pretty nice person when you put your mind to it. Let me know if there's ever anything I can do for you." Betty said. "Yes.... kiss me again like you just did." June said, softly. Betty smiled at her and returned to her lap. June downright quivered through the kiss. Denise came down dressed in her sweats again. "Glad to see that you two are friends again. I think I'm gonna go for my Saturday run and then stop by the hospital. You can reach me at home if you need me for anything." Denise said. Betty kissed June on the cheek and then slid off her lap. She moved to pull Denise into her arms. She kissed her deeply. "Thanks love. Thanks for giving us this time. Call me if you need to talk. I'll give you a call later. Oh... June say's she can swing a substitute for you for all next week so that you can spend a little time *talking* with Cindy." Betty told her, letting her know she had talked about it, but not in detail. Denise covered well. "Thanks, June. I think it would really help her." she said. June had been watching them... curiously. "No problem. Cindy's a good kid. I'm glad you got her away from Andrea. I'll see you a week from Monday." she said, looking at the floor, kind of sadly. Denise looked at her a moment. Then moved over next to her chair and pulled her up into a hug. June was surprised, but found herself quite enjoying it. Denise looked at her a moment, and then kissed her softly. June found herself quivering again. "You two have a nice talk and enjoy yourselves. I'll see you then." she said, releasing June. She kissed Betty once more and then slipped out with her bag. June watched her go, her legs rubbery. Betty looked at her and giggled. "I told you she was perceptive." she giggled. June looked at her a moment. "Show me how to* make love*." she asked. Betty smiled and moved to her. She kissed her tenderly and then, to June's delight, she stooped and picked her up and carried her up the stairs. The run helped Denise deal with all the things that had been on her mind. It served to clear her head and bring her decisions into clarity. Betty had helped by arrainging a substitute for her for the next week. In Betty's little message had been the implication that she had told June just enough to swing it, but not the real reason. Denise trusted Betty enough to know June would not suspect. After the run she drove straight to the hospital. She met Marge and Sam in the waiting room. Sam looked like he hadn't slept. She had a good hunch that he hadn't. Marge hugged her warmly. Denise pulled back and looked into her eyes. She gave her just a slight nod. Marge caught her meaning and smiled broadly, pulling her back into a hug. "Listen. I've been thinking. Cindy seems to trust me enough that she seems to be able to talk to me. I've got a substitute teacher coming in for me next week. How would you feel about Cindy spending a week at my place. I think it would help her having someone she feels comfortable talking to around. Maybe give you folks a little time too to adjust to things." Denise said, looking at the two of them. "I think that would be a marvelous idea." Marge said. "I do too." Sam said, smiling at her. "When's Cindy scheduled for her counselling session?" Denise asked, pulling away from Marge. "Wednesdays and Fridays at six.in the evening." Marge replied. "Good. I'll see that she gets there. It might help her talk if I'm around." Denise said. "You can stop by and pick up some things for her when she's released." Marge said. "You sure you don't want to spend a day or two with her first?" Denise asked. "No... I think she needs to *talk* now. I think the sooner she gets started the sooner that we get our daughter back well." Marge replied. "Alright. We can stop by and pick up some things, then she can come home with me today." Denise said. "Thank you... Really." Marge said, getting misty eyed. "All I want is for her to deal with what she has to. If I can help that in anyway, then I will." Denise replied, looking at them. They both nodded at her. "So is she awake yet?" Denise asked. "We were just about to go see when you came in, why don't you join us." Marge said, taking her hand and leading her. Denise didn't have much choice. She couldn't help realize the irony of the situation. These parents were *lining her up* with their daughter. The very thing that most parents would be panic struck about. The doctor was coming out of the room as they walked up. "She's awake now. She just woke up. She's one very upset young lady. You can take her home when you're through here. I'd see she gets some therapy as soon as possible." he said. "We'll make certian that she does, thank you doctor." Sam said, looking at Denise. Marge led Denise into the room, Sam following behind. Cindy looked up at them and then back down at her lap. Then quickly up again. Tears springing to her eyes. "I'm sorry.. .. " she cried. Marge moved to her and pulled her into her arms. "No baby. We're sorry. I didn't realize what you were going through. But now I think I understand." she said, hugging her daughter, tears pouring out of her eyes. Sam moved in on the other side. "You had us pretty worried, Cindy." he said. Cindy turned to him and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I just didn't think I could take it any more. I didn't know what else I could do..." she cried. "Well. That's what Miss Alvey's here for." Marge said, "You're going to spend some time with her. Figuring out what *else* you can do. Okay?" Cindy looked at Denise. Not understanding. "I don't understand." she said. "I called Miss Alvey last night. She was here in a shot. She cares a great deal about you. I know you trust her and can talk to her. We thought it might help you if you could spend a little time with her. She's got a whole week off and you can spend it with her day and night. Would you like that?" Marge asked. Cindy still didn't understand... but it was as if her dreams had been granted. She nodded, looking at Denise. "Good. Why don't we go see about your release and give you two a little time together." Marge said, hugging and kissing her daughter before she led Sam out. She squeezed Denise's hand on the way out the door. Sam laid his hand on her sholder and squeezed it reasuringly. Then they were alone in the room. "I still don't understand." Cindy said, looking at her. Denise moved to the bed and pulled her into a hug. Cindy found herself hugging her with all her might. Then the most incredibly shocking thing happened. Denise pulled back a bit and took off her glasses. She looked Cindy right in the eyes. "I care about you. I mean *really* care about you. So do your parents. This was your mothers idea.. but I think it's a good one." she said. Next thing Cindy knew, she was being kissed. *REALLY kissed!* It was soft and tender and sweet. Her whole body quivered and shook and suddenly she was hugging her again. "Now -*based upon that*- how do you feel about spending a week with me?" Denise asked, pulling back to look at her. Cindy was amost too shocked for words. But she wasn't about to say no. "I think I would enjoy that very, very much." she said, still in shock. "Good. I think I will enjoy it very, very much also." Denise said, smiling at her. Cindy felt her heart flutter. She still didn't understand... But it looked very, very promising. Denise took her hand and softly kissed her palm. "My mother?" Cindy asked, incredulously. Denise nodded, grinning. "This *has* to be a first." Cindy mused, chuckling. "I was thinking the same thing." Denise giggled. Marge and Sam returned. The sight of their daughter giggling warmed their hearts. Marge fought off her tears. "I'm glad to see that you two are getting along so well so soon. The doctor say's you can leave now." Marge said, squeezing Denise on the shoulder. "Where are my clothes?" Cindy asked, she was wearing a hospital gown. "Oh my gosh. I forgot all about clothes for you. I'll have to run home and get some." Marge said. "That won't be necessary." Denise said, getting to her feet. She stripped off her Sweatshirt and Sweatpants and handed them to Cindy. Putting her Jacket back on top. Cindy couldn't help but notice Denise's legs sticking out of her jogging shorts. Marge noticed her noticing. "Why don't you two see what's keeping her wheel chair?" Marge asked, looking at her daughter. "I can walk." Cindy said. "Hospital rules. In on a gurney, out in a wheel chair." Marge giggled. Denise kissed Cindy on the forehead and then slipped out with Sam. "Now... Is this what you *really* want? " Marge asked, turning to Cindy. Cindy looked at her in shock a moment. Finally she looked at her hands and nodded. "Good. Denise is a good person. She really cares about you. I really care about you. I want you to be happy. I want you to be *alive!* But keep in mind that she has a life of her own. She would never be doing this unless she knew it was okay with me and your father. She may not be able to do it all the time you may want to." Marge said. "Daddy knows too!" Cindy gasped. Marge chuckled and nodded. "Why are you doing this?" Cindy asked, teary eyed. "We are *all* doing this because we love you..... Look, when they brought you in last night the doctor talked to us. We didn't understand why you would try to do such a thing. We had both offered you our love and support, no matter which way you chose to live your life.... The doctor said that sometimes that isn't enough if you felt that you didn't have any *options*. That's when I suddenly realized why you did it. You didn't feel you had any options. You had lost your true love.... no matter what she really is... you loved her. And now suddenly she was gone from your life. Now given a normal situation, you could have maybe found release in another boy... but you weren't into boys... You can't possibly have many options in junior high for the other. So you felt you had *no* options.... nobody to love... romantically... and not much hope of finding anybody for a while.... Am I right?" Marge asked. Cindy had tears rolling down her cheeks. She nodded. "There was more... I suddenly realized I was in love with Miss Alvey too... and that I would never know her love... It was like I had lost two loves in a week...And I don't think there are any more .. at school.... " Cindy said... looking at the sheets. "Well... Now what I want you to do. Is to talk to Denise.. Tell her what's on your mind. *All* that's on your mind. The whole purpose of this is to get you better. I want you to treat her with respect and honesty. Keep in mind that lady cares enough about you that she came here at two o-clock on a Saturday morning because she was worried about you. She'd give you the shirt off her back.. In fact *she just did*. So treat her with respect. And that includes no further stunts like you pulled last night. Okay?" Marge said, handing Denise's sweatshirt to Cindy. "Okay... I promise.... One thing I don't understand, how did you know about Miss Alvey? I mean I've been around her all year now and I didn't know" Cindy asked, pulling off the hospital gown and pulling on the sweatshirt. "Why Cindy, whatever are you talking about? I just though it would be a good idea if you two could spend some time talking.... *alone*. And that's just what you'll be doing as far as anybody else on the planet will ever know, *right?*" Marge asked, getting the sweats started on her feet. Cindy leaned and kissed her mother on the cheek. "Thanks mom. You must be the best mother on the whole planet." she bubbled. "I must be.... You know... I wasn't much older than you when your father and I first started fooling around. Once we started that there was no way anybody could have stopped us. It's not something you get over easily. I was thinking about that just last night.... So... You are going to spend a week with a *good* friend.. I expect that *I* will get a happy and healthy daughter back. *Right?*" Marge asked. Cindy nodded. "And don't ever go thinking that there aren't any more options. There's *always* other options." Marge said. Cindy pulled the sweat-pants up. "I promise.... I love you mom." she said, hugging her mother tearfully. "I love you too. And so does your father...I know other people care an awfull lot about you too." Marge said, hugging back, "You be good this week. You know what I mean. Miss Alvey's risking an awful lot to do this for you. Her whole career would be ruined if anybody caught even a hint of an idea that you two weren't just talking... You understand?" Cindy nodded against her. Marge released her and sat back to look at her. Her daughter, now a grown woman. Denise and Sam returned with an orderly pushing a chair. Denise handed Cindy a pair of stockings. "Had these in the car. No extra shoes though... except heels. I'd get arested if I put them on with this outfit and you'd just look silly wearing them in that." she giggled. "Thanks, these will be fine." Cindy said, looking at her. "Put them on, *let's blow this pop stand*." Denise said, motioning to the stockings. Cindy grinned and put them on. "What's that mean?" she asked. Her parents rolled their eyes. "A *pop stand* is like a soda fountain. They used to call soft drinks soda- pop. They don't have very many soda fountains around anymore. *Blow* is an old beatnik term for *leave*. Beatniks were kind of like the predicessors of hippies." Denise expained. "Oh, I get it.... I think." Cindy said, hopping off the bed. "Your chariot awaits, my lady." Denise said, bowing and indicating the wheelchair. "Can't I walk?" Cindy asked. "What and get my socks dirty? Sit down." Denise giggled. Cindy giggled and did as she was told. When they reached the front Denise went off to get her car. Sam did too. "She's really a lot of fun, isn't she?" Marge said. "Yeah... I just love her." Cindy said, absently. Marge tossled Cindy's hair and grinned at her. Denise drove up and parked in front of them. Getting out to open Cindy's door for her. Sam pulled up behind her. "We'll see you at home, love. Bye now." Marge said, kissing Cindy's cheek and then heading to their car. Cindy looked after them a second and then climbed into Denise's car. Denise shut the door after her and the orderly retreated with the chair. As they were driving along Cindy studied Denise. "I can't *believe* this is happening." she said, looking out the window finally. "I'm as surprised as you, love." Denise giggled. The endearment caught Cindy off guard. She started getting misty eyed and nervous. "Why are *you* doing this?" Cindy asked, nervously. Denise glanced at her a second then back at the road. "Because -quite frankly- I think you are utterly adorable. I have since the first moment I laid eyes on you." she said. "Really?" Cindy asked. "Really." Denise replied. "How come you never said anything before?" Cindy asked. Denise chuckled. "It's not something I could normally safely reveal. I spend all of my time hiding such reactions from my students. It's not easy sometimes.... especially in your case." she said, finishing softly. "You really like me?" Cindy asked. They were on a long stretch of road with little traffic on it. Vacant fields lined each side of the street. Denise pulled over. She waited while one car passed and then the road was empty. She turned to Cindy and pulled her into her arms and kissed her deeply. Cindy found herself responding. Afterwards Denise put the car in gear and pulled off. "That should answer your question... what do you think?" she asked. Cindy looked at her a long moment. "I think.... I love you. ... I have since the first moment I saw you too." she replied softly. "Good, then this week should work out really well." Denise said. "Is that all we will have?" Cindy asked, distantly. "I don't know... You have to realize that it's dangerous for me." Denise said. "I can see that... I just don't know if I could take losing you again." Cindy said, getting teary. "Again?" Denise asked. "Last night... When I did *that*... I was thinking of *you*. I realized then that I was in love with you.. That I had been for a long time... And then I realized that we would probably *never* be together... It was like losing two loves in one week..... And I didn't think I was likely to find anybody else for a long time... I just couldn't take it anymore..... " Cindy said, softly weeping. "Well, my love. We will have whatever we can get away with. Your mother told me she had figured out much the same thing last night. Only she didn't know the part about me. We won't ever be free to love openly... not as long as I'm a teacher, which I hope to be for a long time. But we can share our love as long as we can if we are careful. I mean really careful. You can never even look at me at school like I am your lover.... and there is something else you should know. I have a lover already." Denise said. "You do?" Cindy asked. Denise nodded. "Yes... someone I love very dearly." she said. "Then why are you doing this?" Cindy asked, again. "I told you. I think you are adorable.... Look, suppose that Andrea hadn't done what she did to you. That you were still in love with her. Would you still desire to do this with me?" Denise asked. "Yes.... I still do love her. I just don't think I could ever trust her again." Cindy said. "I understand that. But my point is that you can love more than just one person at a time. You just said that you had been in love with me since you first saw me. That means that you were in love with me while you were still in love with Andrea. Correct?" Denise asked. "Yes.. I see." Cindy said. "Well my lover knows I care for you. So she doesn't mind that I'm with you. She knows that my love for you does not mean that I don't love her. Just as my love for her does not mean that I don't love you. They aren't mutaully exclusive." Denise explained. "I can see that... So you do love me?" Cindy asked. "Yes.. I think I just said that, didn't I?" Denise said, softly. Cindy looked at her a long time. Denise glanced over and reached out and took her hand. They rode along that way until they reached Cindy's house. "Pack a weeks worth of clothes. At least three changes. Clean underware and socks for each day. And don't forget your shoes and jacket. We won't be spending the whole week inside. Also get your toothbrush and makeup and that book." Denise told her. Cindy nodded, then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek before they went inside. Her mom already had most everything packed for her. "You'll take care of my little girl?" Sam asked Denise, softly. "Yes... I promise no harm will come to her while she is in my keeping... I care about her." Denise answered. Sam nodded, then hugged her shoulder for a bit before he left the room. Cindy came out in different clothes and handed Denise her sweats. She pulled them on, as it was chilly out. Marge came by and hugged her and kissed her cheek while Cindy went to hug and kiss her father. "You must love your daughter quite a lot." Denise commented to Marge. "Yes.... Enough to want her to know what happiness really is and what love is really about.." Marge replied, squeezing Denise's hand. "I shal do my best." Denise said. "I know you will... or you wouldn't be doing this at all." Marge said. Denise hauled Cindy's bag out while Cindy hugged her mother one last time. "Have a good time, I'll see you about Saturday. Call if you need anything or just to talk, but let us know how you are even if you don't." her mother told her. Cindy nodded and left, carrying her jacket and book. Sam watched them drive off. "It's a different world, love." he told Marge. "Not so very different. Do you realize we haven't had a place alone to ourselves for a week since we met?" Marge demured. He looked at her and grinned. Cindy was nervous as could be. Her palms were sweaty and she felt jittery and chilly. Denise was almost as nervous on the inside, but outside she was calm, cool and collected. "I still can't believe this is happening.. it's like a dream." Cindy said, shakily. "So lets enjoy the dream." Denise said. Cindy smiled at her. It was early evening. Denise hadn't eaten since Betty served her her late breakfast. "Chinese or Pizza?" Denise asked. "Chinese.... Andrea had a thing about Pizza for some reason." Cindy said, quietly. "Chinese it is." Denise said, pulling into her apartment complex. "Sorry it's not the Taj Mahal." Denise said, seeing Cindy's face. "Anyplace is fine.... if I can be with you." Cindy replied. "Well, it's not so bad. The individual townhouses are isolated. I hardly ever hear anybody. I assume that means they can't hear me." Denise said. "Why would they hear you?" Cindy asked. Denise grinned at her. "I may not be as tame as you might think." she giggled. "Good." Cindy said. "Does everybody at school think I'm a wimp?" Denise asked. "No... Not at all. Most can't figure you out at all. You're smart... but you surprised more than a few people with that rope climbing trick. Especially when word got out that you did it seven times that day." Cindy said. "How did you know that? You went home." Denise asked. "I talked to some of the girls at school later in the week." Cindy replied. "Did Andrea bother you at all the rest of the week?" Denise asked. "No... It was like I wasn't there to her anymore. Not that I wanted to talk to her. But she didn't try. She sort of looked through me each time she looked my way." Cindy said. Denise parked and got Cindy's bag out. Cindy gathered up the rest of her stuff. "Grab that bag would you?' Denise asked. Cindy got it and they locked up the car and Denise led her into her small townhouse. "This is not bad, it's really very nice. How much does this cost a month?" Cindy asked. "About twice what it's worth. And more than I can afford." Denise chuckled. Cindy followed her into the bedroom where she set her bag and took the other from her. "Go brush your teeth. Your breath was horrid when I kissed you. I'll order us dinner." Denise said, kissing her on the cheek. "I brushed them when I changed at home." Cindy said, embarassed. Denise changed her aim and kissed her on the lips. "Yes, much better." she said, finally. Cindy wobbled and finally opened her eyes. "That was nice." she said, ".... you mean when you kissed me my breath was bad and you did it anyway?" she asked. "Yes." Denise replied, simply. "Why?" Cindy asked. "Because I had a point I had to make. If I'd balked at your breath at that moment, you might not have believed me." Denise explained. "But how did you do it? I mean you used your tongue and all!" Cindy asked. "I held my breath. A good part of our taste is in our olfactry sense. The sense of smell. If you don't breathe then your sense of smell and a lot of your taste goes away." Denise said, heading for the phone. "Just a second, please." Cindy said. Denise stopped and waited. "Is it really better now?" Cindy asked. Denise nodded. "Then could I please have another?" she asked, meekly. Denise smiled at her and moved to pull her into her arms. Their lips met and Denise kissed her. She started soft and tender, moved up to hard and searching and ended again with soft and tender. Her lips just barely touching as they finally slid away. "You may have as many of them as you would like in the next week. At any time when we may not be observed by others. You need not ask. Just kiss me when you feel like it. But for now I am hungry, so let me at least order the food and then we can kiss to our hearts content." Denise told her. Cindy clung to her and tears sprung to her eyes. "Can I come with you?" she asked, tears dripping. "I'm just going to the phone in the kitchen." Denise said. "Please?" Cindy cried. Denise realized there was something significant about it. "Yes, my love. You have your freedom to accompany me or stay." she said, moving to the kitchen. Cindy tagged along and hugged her from behind as she dialed. Denise ordered a large variety of Chinese food to be delivered. They had her address from their caller ID set up. She turned in Cindy's arms and kissed her again. "Now, my love. What's this about?" she asked, softly. Cindy looked at the floor a moment. "When Andrea first tied me up in the bedroom at her parents cabin she left me that way while she went and ordered pizza. I had tape on my mouth and I made a noise through my nose. She threatened to tape a pillow over my head. She left me alone like that from the time she went to order the food until it was delivered. When she came back she had on a black leather outfit... right after we ate she started in on me." she said, tears dripping from her eyes. Denise held her tightly and kissed her tears, then her lips softly. "It's okay... You're safe now. Nobody is ever going to hurt you like that again. I promise. I won't let them. You are free to accompany me anywhere while you are here. And if something reminds you of something like that, tell me about it. I can't help if I don't know. I can't avoid things that worry you if I don't know about them. But you did not need to ask for permission to either kiss me or accompany me in here. *You are free* and I love you. Now, we have about a half-hour to an hour before the food arrives. Not enough time to make a good start at making love. I would like to sit down with a cup of coffee. Would you *like* to sit with me?" Denise asked, softly. "Yes... Can I make it for you?" Cindy asked, shakily, still clinging to her. "If you would like to. You don't have to, but if you freely desire it, then you are free to choose to." Denise said, softly, caressing her tenderly. "Yes please.. I want to." Cindy said, finally pulling away. Almost as a test she swung back suddenly and kissed Denise hard. Denise returned the kiss measure for measure. Then Cindy smiled at her and turned to the kitchen. Denise's heart pained over Cindy's fragile condition. She was resolved to do whatever it took to nurse her back to a more stable state. She sat down in a padded swivel chair at the table and watched Cindy as she found out for herself where things were. She found the coffee and filled the pot with water, adding it to the coffee maker. She found the trash and dumped the old grounds, rinsed the basket and added a clean filter to it. "How much coffee?" she asked. "Three measures. There's a scoop in the can." Denise replied. Cindy nodded and completed her task. "Cindy.... You know we don't *have* to make love, don't you?" Denise asked. Cindy swung around looking hurt. "You mean you don't want to?" she asked. "No, that's not what I mean at all. It just occured to me that nobody has asked you if that's what you really wanted. Your mother just assumed that you would, I did too. But it's your choice. If you would like to, then we are free to do so. If you do not, then we are free to do that too. It won't change my love for you one little bit either way. I adore you. I will still adore you if all we do all week is talk. Making love isn't manditory for being in love with someone. There are people who never make love, yet are deeply in love." Denise said. "Who?" Cindy asked. "Well, take someone who has been in an accident and damaged their back and is paralyzed from the waist down. Someone may enjoy their company alone enough that they would choose to be married to them knowing they could never have sex with them. Then there are people who have other medical problems that may prevent them from sharing intercouse. Or people who's bodies no longer function. Old people who have not had sex for twenty years yet would be devistated by the loss of their partners. Young people who choose for religious or moral reasons to abstain from sex until they are older. People who are just getting to know each other. It's not uncommon for people to go together for years without making love. But my whole point is that it is something that two people can share freely with one another if they *choose* to. It's just as valid a choice to choose *not* to. You have that freedom, we need not make love if either of us doesn't *wish* to." Denise explained. Cindy was almost weeping again. Denise pulled he into her lap and hugged her. "And what do you wish?" Cindy asked. "I asked you first. " Denise chuckled. Cindy was quiet for a moment. "Alright. If I have the freedom to choose, then I would choose that we do.... if *you* want to." she replied. "Alright. I must admit that I desire you. I will be thrilled to make love with you. I just wanted you to know that it was your choice to make, that it wasn't necessary for us to do that for me to continue to love you." Denise said, hugging her to her. Cindy nodded against her. She kissed her on the cheek and then slid off her lap. "Do you have a favorite cup?" she asked. "Yes, I'm quite fond of that one with the computer company logo on it. It's a nice ceramic cup that holds the heat in the coffee but doesn't get too hot on the outside... but I think I left it in the sink... so any of the earthenware mugs in the cupboard will be fine." Denise replied. Cindy ignored her and washed the one in the sink. The coffee pot was just gurgling it's last steamy gasp. "How do you drink it?" Cindy asked. "I drink it black. There's creamer, sugar and artificial sweetener in the first cupboard to the left, above of the stove if you like yours a different way. Spoons are just below that in the top drawer. Choose any mug you like. " Denise replied. "Gosh, I never drank coffee before." Cindy said. "Try some if you'd like. Otherwise there are different soda's or water in the refridgerator." Denise said. "I think I'd like to try some coffee... how should I have it?" Cindy asked. "Anyway you'd like. You may find it a bit bitter to drink black if you've never drank it before. A good way to learn to like it is with one rounded teaspoon of creamer and either one packet of sweetener or one level tea spoon of sugar. I personally don't use sugar much, but that is your choice." Denise replied. Cindy nodded. She selected a mug for herself and poured her's and Denise's cup. She tasted hers sipping carefully. She frowned a bit and got down the creamer and sugar. She doctored her's using a spoon and carried the two mugs to the table. "Thank you." Denise said, taking the cup. "You're welcome." Cindy replied, sipping her coffee again. This time she smiled. "That's really quite good." she said. "Just remember to brush your teeth if you drink it that way. Don't let that sugar sit on your teeth for very long." Denise said, relaxing in her chair. "I've always quite liked the pleasure of a cup of coffee. I used to drink a lot of it." Denise commented. "Why'd you stop... drinking a lot I mean?" Cindy asked, sipping at hers. "Because a lot is bad for you. It's a drug. It has caffene in it. Too much caffene is bad for the heart and messes up your sleep cycle. Hard on the nerves too." Denise explained. "What kind of drug?" Cindy asked. "A stimulant. Something that makes your body go faster. A depressant makes it go slower." Denise said. "Like sleeping pills?" Cindy asked, uncomfortably. "Yes... those you took. If your father hadn't found out in time... your body would have just slowed down until it stopped... permanantly. I would have been very, very sad about that." Denise said, taking her hand. "I won't do it again. Even if you don't want to make love." Cindy said, looking at the floor. Denise took a sip of coffee to warm her mouth and then leaned to give Cindy a warm kiss. Cindy moaned in delight through the kiss. "That works on other body parts as well." Denise demured. Cindy's eyes suddenly got big as she realized what she meant. She gulped a bit. "We can try it out later." Denise said. Cindy nodded and smiled. The doorbell rang. "Should I hide?" Cindy asked, alarmed.. "What for? You're alright." Denise said, grabbing her purse. She answered the door. Their food delivery. "That was quick." she told the delivery boy. "Not too busy tonight. Must be a pizza night." he said, giving her the price. She included a tip for him and took the sacks and closed the door. "Let's eat. Would you please get down a couple of plates from the cupboard on the left above the stove? The big ones. And a fork for yourself if you wish." Denise asked, opening the bags. "Don't you want a fork?" Cindy asked, getting down the plates. "No, I use the chop sticks." Denise replied. "Can I use those?" Cindy asked. "Sure, but get a fork if you've never used them before. It's kind of tricky to learn. Also one for dishing it out. " Denise said, opening cartons. Cindy got two forks and brought the plates to the table. "Okay, whatever you'd like. There's pork fried rice, plain rice, shrimp, egg roll, beef chow mein, brocolli beef, beef with snow peas, char-shu pork and egg foo-yung." Denise said, pointing to the different containers. "I don't know what all that is." Cindy said. "So take a litte of each and decide what you like." Denise said, loading her plate. Cindy loaded up her plate with a little of each and then Denise showed her how to run the chop-sticks. After a bit she settled on a fork, but watched Denise use the chop sticks. She tried again herself and finally got the trick. Denise added soy sauce to her meal, and just a touch of hot mustard on the edge of the plate. "What's that?" Cindy asked. "Liquid fire.... chinese hot mustard. Much hotter than the European stuff." Denise said. She took a piece of char-shu and touched the edge in it. "Here, you'd better try it if you're going to enjoy kissing me later." she said, passing it to Cindy. Cindy tasted it and her eyes got big. She fanned her mouth and gasped. Denise giggled and dipped another piece of char-shu, getting more mustard on it and ate it. She smiled and her face flushed from the spicy mustard. "How can you do that? That's the hottest thing I ever tasted!" Cindy asked. "Practice. There's some *taimer* mustard in the fridge if you'd like." Denise giggled. 'This must have cost a lot. I thought you said you could barely afford this place?" Cindy asked. "When you've been working a while you'll understand. I couldn't afford to eat like this every day, but it's in my budget to do it once in a while. You learn to do that. If you want more Chinese food for dinner, then you have to give up the expensive cerial in the morning and maybe a special bath soap that you like. You also have to ballance the calories. This stuff is really fat rich from the restaurants, so that means that I have to cut back on fat intake in other meals. Maybe jog a bit longer on Saturdays." Denise said. "You work out on the weekends too after doing it all day at school?" Cindy asked, trying the chow-mein. "Yes.. At school I mainly have to jog just a bit, in spurts to keep up with you girls. Your heart needs sustained activity to be healthy. You really should exercise for at least twenty minutes three times a week. Really get your heart pumping..... Sex three times a week is a pleasant way to do that." Denise giggled. "Sex is exercise?" Cindy asked. "Gets the heart pumping.... I guess how good it is -as exercise- depends on how you do it. But I heard once that normal male-female intercourse was like running six miles. I'm not sure that's true. I think it could be. But I'll bet for most folks it's more like jogging a hundred yards." Denise replied. "And how do you do it? What's it like -exercise wise- for you?" Cindy asked, blushing. "That varies. From end to end of that spectrum. I've had short little dashes and I've had long prolonged marathon runs. It all depends on mood. Just like food. Sometimes you like it hot and spicy, sometimes you like it smoothe and creamy. If you don't mix it up and savor the variety, then it becomes just plain food. Same thing with sex. How often did you and Andrea have sex?" Denise asked. "Not that often... obviously. Because it was hard getting to be alone in a place where we could be in private. But when we'd get together, we'd do it a lot." Cindy said, uncomfortable. "Does it bother you to talk about sex, or just about her?" Denise asked. "A little of each, I guess. Her because she hurt me... and I'm a bit ashamed that I let her. About sex.... Well, it's hard for me to not think of you as my gym teacher." Cindy said. "Good. I mean about the gym teacher part. Because away from here, that's all I am. As far as you being ashamed about Andrea, it's natural for you to feel that, but it's incorrect. That's why I gave you that book. I wanted you to see that she was using classic examples of brain-washing technique on you. She tricked you. There's no shame in being tricked by the same thing anybody would be tricked by. The shame is her's for doing it." Denise said. "I know that.... but it's not what I feel right now." Cindy said, weeping again. "Okay, enough about her. I just want you to know that you can talk about anything freely with me. I know it's hard, but to talk about it will make it easier. But we don't have to do it all at once. We've got time. How about a movie after dinner? We can snuggle together while we watch it." Denise asked. Cindy looked a bit uncomfortable. "That would be nice... if it was a nice movie and we just snuggled..... Andrea showed me this tape..... While she tortured me with things.... put things in me... They did the same to this girl on the tape while she was doing it to me." Cindy said, weeping. "I'm sorry... I don't have any tapes like that. I've got some fun comedies though. Or some sappy romance movies. I kind of like the old romantic comedies. We can just flip around the dial if you'd like, or not watch TV at all. I was just trying to give us time to be comfortable snuggling." Denise said. "I'd like that. I think I'd like a romantic comedy...... and snuggling. I always liked that." Cindy said. "Another shrimp? There's two left, I'll split them with you." Denise offered. Cindy smiled and snagged a shrimp. They packed up the rest and stored it in the fridge. "That's a lot of left overs. You bought a lot." Cindy said. "That's okay. I buy a lot when I'm here by myself. I seldom have to throw any of it away. Chinese food is one of those things that stores well and is good reheated. Just remember to put it on a plate or take the wire off the container before you micro-wave it. I figured we could raid it again later.... after we work some of this off." Denise chuckled. Cindy pulled her into her arms and kissed her. "I love you." she said, hugging her to her. "I love you too, Cindy." Denise replied, holding her tenderly. "Pick your favorite movie. I want to see what you like." Cindy said, leading her to the living room. "Whoa love. I'd like a second cup of coffee while I digest this. The tapes are in the cabinet under the VCR. One of my favorites is *The Batchelor and the Bobby Soxer*. If you'd like to get it out." Denise said, slipping out of her grip. Cindy smiled at her and did that while Denise retrieved a cup of coffee. They met back on the sofa. "Could I have a soda?" Cindy asked. "Sure, anything you wish. Just help yourself..... to anything." Denise said, invitingly. "In that case....." Cindy said, kissing her again after Denise had sipped her coffee. "Mmm I do like that." she said, slipping out to get her soda. She joined Denise on the sofa, snuggling to her side as Denise started the tape with the remote. "It's in black and white." Cindy said. "Yup. I like it that way too. Your brain will forget that fact in a bit. The colorized ones constantly remind you that they are color. Cause the color looks false." Denise said. "This is an *old* movie... Did you watch it as a kid?" Cindy asked. "Good heavens no. This was made long before I was born. How old do you think I am?" Denise giggled. "I don't know. I'm not good at guessing ages.... maybe... thirty?" Cindy guessed. "Close enough. I'm twenty-seven." Denise said. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you sound old... you're not... you're just perfect." Cindy said, softly. "That's okay, love. I think you're just perfect too. But three years doesn't mean as much to me as it does to you. Three years ago you were twelve. I was twenty-four. Three years from now you will be eighteen, I will be thirty. The changes happen slower as you get older. So it all works out." Denise said, kissing her softly. Cindy settled back against her and they watched the movie. Cindy found herself laughing at it. It was good to hear. Along the way they kissed a bit now and then and did get more comfortable snuggling. After the movie Cindy turned to her and Denise pulled her over her as she leaned back. Kissing her deeply. They kissed for a long time. When their desire got strong enough Denise looked at her and played her fingers through her hair. "Shall we go to bed, love?" she asked, softly. Cindy nodded and kissed her again. Denise shut down the TV and the lights, checked the door and turned to Cindy. Cindy was nervous again. Denise smiled and swept her into her arms and gently carried her to the bedroom. Set her down softly on the bed and then lit some candles and turned down the lights. Denise undressed slowly by candlelight. Cindy's eyes riveted to her body as it was revealed. She gulped a bit as Denise lowered her panties. Denise moved to her and gently undressed her. Cindy quivering with desire and nervousness. When Denise moved to lay skin to skin with her beneath the covers all Cindy's fears seemed to melt -as she did- to Denise's gentle touch. Denise was tender and sweet as she showed Cindy how to *make love*. It was the single most pleasurable experience of Cindy's young life. Her release when it came seemed to tear a cry from her body... along with a mountain of anguish. She sobbed heavily against Denise for a long time... Denise tenderly caressing her soft skin with her fingertips. Later they lay together talking quietly as they caressed each other. "I think I shall love you forever." Cindy said, softly kissing Denise's neck. "And I shall love you for as long as you will have me." Denise said, tracing her fingertips softly over a nipple. "Why do you say it like that?" Cindy asked. "Because, my love... To hold you with my love if you tired of me would be cruel. I could never do that to you. I am almost *twice* your age. You have many long and happy years ahead of you. You will know different lovers. One may take your fancy more than I. I expect they will eventually. What I desire most for you is your happiness. If you find greater comfort in the arms of another, then that is where I desire most for you to be. That would make me the happiest. I love you now, I will love you forever, but we may not always be together. We will savor each moment we share and then part as dear friends when the time comes." Denise explained. "I don't think that I could ever love another as I do you." Cindy said, laying her head against Denise's shoulder and hugging her. "Perhaps not. We shall see. Let us love now while we both feel this way." Denise said, lifing her chin into a kiss. Later they reversed and pleased each other mutually. Denise was shocked when Cindy's tongue slid around her anus. "My love, I have not bathed." she said. "Shhhh..... It's okay." Cindy responded, keeping up her attack. On a hunch Denise did the same to her and Cindy began to buck and moan like a wild animal. Later Denise held her trembling in her arms as she calmed down. She softly stroked her body with her fingertips. Cindy began to unwind again. "I'm sorry.... that's the way I learned with Andrea..... she used to make me... I just got used to it." Cindy wept against her. "It's okay love. I don't mind that... we can do that if you wish... but I would feel more comfortable with that if we bathed first.... next time." Denise said, holding her gently to her. "No... I don't want to do that.... I never did.... I mean it feels good... but.... it's so.... dirty....." Cindy said. "I'll bet it feels marvelous... in the bath or shower..... or just afterwards.... my only objection is to the germs.... if we wash them off then it's fine... Okay?" Denise asked. Cindy nodded against her. "Show me a better way. A more tender way." she said, softly. "I'm not as good at this as my lover, because my clitoris is smaller, but I think you will quite like this." Denise said, rolling on top of her. Cindy did indeed like it quite a bit. They moved eye to eye to a gentle, deep, mutual orgasm. Then tenderly caressed each other to sleep. A bit later Denise awoke. Wondering why, she remembered her promise to call Betty. It was late now, but Denise gently slid out of bed and made her way to the kitchen, donning a robe against the chill. Betty answered right away. "Hello, love. Sorry I forgot to call earlier." Denise said. "No, it's perfect. June's out cold.... You okay?" Betty asked. "Yes... I'm fine. Cindy's sleeping peacefully... I didn't expect it to be this... I don't know. I've never known anybody who needed the release more. Her first orgasm liked to tear her lungs out. She's got some very deep phobia's and trauma's to deal with. I'm glad that we've got the whole week. I don't think a few days would do it." Denise said, softly. "Like some help?" Betty offered. "Maybe later... I don't think she's up to that yet.... She quite enjoyed the way you like it though.... She'd never done that before.... She doesn't know who you are, but I told her that I had a lover." Denise said. "I don't mind her knowing.... I know about her. So it's only fair. I trust your judgement.... totally." Betty said. "Thank you.... So how'd it work out with June?" Denise asked. Betty was quiet for a moment. "It was probably our best time ever..... I don't know... after you left she asked me to show her how to make love..... I did my best.... I've never seen her so affected. It was like she released years of pent up tensions." she said. "Yeah, Cindy was like that too. .... sure you want me back?" Denise asked, softly. "That's the *silliest* damn question you ever asked me.... or anybody else. I love you. I will love you forever. I want you in my arms this second... " Betty said. "Just checking, love. I'm thrilled that June is changing. I know you said that's what you wanted.... that's why I thought I'd better ask. ...... I want to be there in your arms too... but I think I'd better stay here with Cindy. I don't want to be away from her until she feels more secure." Denise said. "I understand.... You are a sweetheart for doing this.... So how *is* she?" Betty asked. "Mixed.... In some ways she has great skill.... other ways... she's been forced into some pretty basal stuff..... I don't mind that at all... but I think I want to guide her away from that stuff. Just concentrate on the tenderness and loving parts." Denise said. "Sounds like you've got your work cut out for you..... She talk about Andrea much?" Betty asked. "Yes... at the oddest times. She almost paniced when we first came in. I was going to leave her to change and brush her teeth and such while I called for Chinese delivery.... Seems when Andrea first tied her up she left her that way nude on the bed with tape on her mouth while she ordered pizza and waited for it to be delivered. Cindy associated me leaving her in the bedroom while I called for dinner with that. When I got her to explain why she was upset, I understood, but she's been kind of clingy ever since. Almost afraid to let me out of her sight." Denise said. "Ouch... that sounds like she went through hell...... Take all the time you need, love. Let me know if I can help at all, anything..... The reason I asked about Andrea... See if you can find out if she's got her hymen or if Cindy knows how she lost it." Betty said. "Okay... any particular reason?" Denise asked. "Just a hunch really. Andrea started all this weirdness when she barely started her first year at Ballard. I was thinking that maybe she got raped or something. Something really traumatic happened to her. I was thinking that maybe it might help Cindy some if she knew why Andrea was the way she is." Betty said. "Good idea... Yes, I'll work on that... if she's comfortable talking about it. I don't want to push her much... not hardly at all." Denise said. "I understand... I miss you." Betty said. "I miss you too, love. Well be together soon. I'm sorry about tomorrow night." Denise said. "No, that's okay... I think I'll talk June into staying over... I think she could use a few more lessions and quite frankly I'm enjoying teaching her.... what I learned from you." Betty said. "Seems were both passing on what we learned from each other.... Have a good time, my darling. I love you." Denise said. "I will... You try to enjoy what you can too.... Remember you were hot for this last week yourself. Don't get too wrapped up and forget to enjoy it." Betty said. "Oh... I don't think that will be a problem." Denise chuckled, "She popped my breakers pretty good." "Good... Pop a few of hers for me.... I love you." Betty said. "I love you too, love. I'll try to call you tomorrow sometime. Sweet dreams." Denise said. "I'll understand if you can't. Sweet dreams to you too. Bye." Betty said. "Bye., my dear sweet love." Denise said, hanging up the phone. She smiled to herself a moment and then looked up. Cindy was standing there nude, watching her. Denise opened her arms and Cindy was in them in a shot. Denise pulled her up onto her lap and wrapped her robe around her. "I woke up and you were gone.. I thought it was all a dream." Cindy said, shivering against her. "No, my love. I promised to call my lover tonight. I forgot to do it earlier. We can go back to bed now." Denise said, holding her. "No... Have you got another robe? I'd like to talk." Cindy said, shivering still. "Yes, my love. A nice warm one. When you're ready." Denise said, kissing her softly. "Now's okay." Cindy said, hugging her just a bit more, "Now I know it wasn't a dream." She slid off Denise's lap and then looked back at her, her robe now open. "You really are very pretty..... sexy too." she said. "So are you, my love. Let's get you that robe before your nipples pop." Denise chuckled. She got Cindy her heavy terry robe. The girl still looked sexy with it closed to her neck. Denise put on some milk to warm and made them hot chocolate. Then switched on her gas log. They sat around on the sofa sipping their chocolate. "I sure like you... I mean... besides loving you." Cindy said. "Thank you. I know what you mean... I like you to as well as love you, too." Denise said. "Sometimes you have some funny ways of talking though, like *popped my breakers pretty good*." Cindy said. "How much did you hear?" Denise asked, concerned. "Most all of it.... I know you were talking about me... I don't mind. I know I'm pretty screwed up...... but what's that mean; *popped my breakers pretty good*?" Cindy asked. "Oh... lets see. It's what they call a metaphore....or an analogy. It's techno talk. You know I'm kind of a nerd. In an electrical circuit, there is a thing called a circuit breaker. It breaks the circuit when there is an overload so the wire doesn't get too hot and burn down the house. Pop is when it opens up. So I was using that as an analogy to indicate you had overloaded me with good feelings." Denise explained. "So it's good then?" Cindy asked. "Yes... very good." Denise replied. "Good... I want to make you feel good..... So what did your lover say about me?" Cindy asked. "Actually... Not that much. She said she understood because I said I thought I should stay with you until you felt more secure.... She asked about how much you talked about Andrea, that's when I explained about earlier. She said the reason she asked was that she wondered if Andrea had her hymen. She had a hunch that Andrea acted like she does because she probably had a very traumatic experience when she was younger, perhaps right at the start of her seventh grade year. She thought that maybe it would help you a bit if you could understand why Andrea treated you like she did." Denise replied. "She'd never tell me. She wasn't a virgin... but she could have lost her's the same way I did. She took mine with a broom handle wrapped with a nylon with a rubber over it. But I got the feeling there was something that happened to her about the time you said.... I would like to know why... Sometimes she could be so tender and sweet... I'd just melt at her touch... then other times she was cruel.... like earlier, when we were making love.... I started doing that because that's what she liked best... I was just trying to please you.... when you did it to me.... It reminded me of her doing it to me...... I don't know... In some ways I really enjoyed that.... in other ways it hurt... When she made me do that to her... she didn't always wash. . she'd make me do it anyway... I got so I didn't care... I just wanted to make her happy so I could feel the soft and gentle part again.... "Cindy said, tears dripping from her eyes. "Do you think it would help if you could see who it was doing that... if you could see it wasn't her?" Denise asked. "I don't know... maybe... why?" Cindy asked. "Because the lights are on in here. You can see that it is me. I don't look like her." Denise said, sliding to her knees before Cindy. "You don't have to do that." Cindy said, gulping. Denise could see she was eager anyway, moving between her legs she undid her robe and pushed it aside. Cindy blushed as Denise looked between her legs. "You look very sexy in that robe... you have a very pretty pussy. It affected me more than you know when you exposed it to me. I've wanted to do this for a long time." Denise said, softly kissing up her thigh. Cindy started to moan softly, but she kept her eyes locked on Denise. Denise looked her right in the eye as she took a long swipe with her tongue. Cindy shivered. Denise smiled and reached out and took a mouthfull of hot chocolate. She held it in her mouth and let it warm her tongue as she set the cup down. This time when she swirled her tongue around the same area Cindy's hips began to shake and she moaned loudly. "Isn't that nice?" Denise asked, doing it again, holding her gaze. Cindy was sinking into those pretty green eyes that had grasped her before. It *did* make a difference that she could see who it was. Her heart raced and her excitement suddenly climbed rapidly. On the very next lick her hips began to lurch and jump as a spasm gripped her abdomen. She cried out as her hips raised up in orgasm. Denise backed off and let her settle back down, panting. Except for an instant Cindy's eyes had not left hers. "My, my. Short fuse that way. I think you like to see who it is." Denise smiled at her. Cindy nodded, breathlessly. "Well I like it too. I'll just have to do a better job of sneaking up on it...." Denise said, kissing softly up the other leg. This time Cindy felt herself building more slowly, but deeper. It thrilled her to see Denise's big green eyes looking at her as she lovingly teased her womanhood. She was gentle and loving. She was clearly enjoying herself. Cindy bent and kissed her deeply and shared her flavor and then leaned back again. She reached down and pulled Denise's hands to her breasts. Reveling in the feel of her gentle touch. Mostly from knowing who it was. This woman -the woman she had realized she was in love with- was making love to her..... and quite enjoying it. She *wanted* to be making love to her. Because she honestly felt desire for her. It wasn't someone who was doing it to her because they wanted something from her. She didn't want Cindy as her slave. She desired to honestly please her... and that's just what she did. Many times. Cindy had tears of joy rolling down her cheeks as she lifted her hips into Denise's tongue again and again. Each time feeling happier about it. Each time feeling her hurt being healed more. Then she lifted her leg and drapped it over her shoulder. Denise's last mouth full of hot chocolate became the trigger for her largest orgasm as she felt her tongue swirl over her back side, still holding her gaze. It was as if the other feelings were just a trivial prelude to the joy and passionate pleasure she felt. Goosebump erupted all over her body. It shivered and quaked uncontrollably as her body convulsed again and again. Then Denise was back again at her clitoris. No longer proding her up, but controlling the speed of her decent. Her tongue swirling deep between her labia up inside her like a wonderfully dexterous penis. She lay quivering as Denise savored the last taste of her womanhood and then kissed the area softly before letting her leg down and kissing up her abdomen. She kissed her way up and around her nipples, swirling her tongue around them. Sucking them softly between her lips and flicking her tongue from side to side. She sucked her breath in around them, chilling them and then placed her tongue against them to warm them. Cindy's whole body tingled with pleasure. When Denise finally kissed up the side of Cindy's neck she climaxed one last time in a slow, strong, gentle grip that was like nothing she had ever felt before. She felt wet inside and goose bumps sprung up at random as she shivered with delight. Then Denise was kissing her deeply and tenderly. Doing to her mouth what she had done to her womanhood. Cindy felt such a wave of love and joy that she wept again. Denise kissed at her tears and then her lips softly one last time. Her lips just barely touching as they slid around on hers. Finally she pulled back. "More hot chocolate?" she asked. Cindy looked at her a moment and then busted out laughing. Denise smiled at her and kissed her. Cindy's giggles vanished halfway through the kiss. She pulled Denise up against her with both arms around her as she kissed her passionately. Feeling her lovely breasts presssed against hers. Knowing who's they were. Loving who's they were. At long last she released Denise and let her slide out of her arms. Denise moved over onto the corner of the sofa and sat looking at her a moment. "So that was better?" she asked. Cindy crawled over and snuggled to her. "Yes... it was the most wonderful thing I ever felt. And the most wonderful thing about it was that I could see it was the woman I love. Someone who loved me for me. Someone who would never hurt me. Those green eyes that I fell in love with. Telling me that you were enjoying giving me pleasure.... You may feel that I will tire of you... but I could never tire of that. I will love you forever whether or not we can be together. For now I am content to be in your heart. You will always be in mine.....forever." Cindy said, quivering with love. "You know, you might just be the most adorable woman on the planet." Denise said, hugging her to her. Cindy lifted her head and looked at her, holding her gaze for a long time, drinking in the soft emarald pools of her eyes. "I desire to please you as you did me. I desire to do it because I wish to do it. Knowing it is my free choice to do so. I desire to watch your eyes as I return a portion of the pleasure to you that you have given to me." she said, softly. Denise kissed her tenderly and then nodded to her. Cindy smiled at her and slid down before her. It was different for Cindy. She got an entirely different feeling from pleasing Denise than she ever felt with Andrea. She wanted to please her, because she loved her. Not to elicit a gentle touch, but to freely share a mutual love. Not to extort kindness that *should* have been there anyway. But to experience kindness that was freely given without measure. Cindy again had tears of joy in her eyes as she pleased Denise again and again as she had her. The lovely green eyes reminding her of why she was doing it. Denise's whole body was quivering with delight and pleasure by the time she returned to her lips. "My, my... but you learn quick." Denise gasped, holding her new love in her arms. Cindy beamed with delight at her praise. "Let's do that refridgerator raid you spoke of earlier and then return to bed. I'm anxious to feel your arms around me and see the loveliness of those green eye's in the morning light." she said, softly. Denise held her to her for a while longer. Both of them reveling in the feel of their lovers skin against them. They shared a last deep, gentle kiss before Cindy slid off her lap and fastened her robe. She offered a hand to help Denise up. Denise smiled and accepted it. Cindy sat on her lap as they devouered a good portion of the leftovers. Denise had them save the egg foo-yung and char-shu for breakfast. There was plenty of the rest. They talked and giggled and fed each other. Denise pinched Cindy's nose with the chop-sticks. Cindy giggled. Denise teased her nipples with them and Cindy took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. Killing the lights and fireplace herself. She dropped her robe off her sholders and then opened and removed Denise's, letting it drop as she pulled her to her. They shared a long, standing skin to skin hug as they kissed long and deeply. Then Cindy pulled her into the bed with her. They lay together and kissed and caresssed each other untll they slipped away into blissfull sleep. ----------------------------------------- Betty held June against her as she quivered. Tears dripped from her eyes onto her shoulder. "What is wrong, my love?" Betty asked, softly. "I never knew.... I never knew I could feel this way..... I never knew I could feel.... love. I'm so sorry that I did not know it before." June said, sobbing against her. Betty held her tighter against her and kissed her tears. Then kissed her softly on her lips. "Hush, my love.... It is sufficient that you know it now." she said, softly. She softly caressed her as she fell asleep against her. Thinking of how she was in love with two women now. Knowing that Denise would induce the same in Cindy as she had into her and she into June from her influence. She could see down the road the possibility that Denise would do the same to Andrea. She just cared too much not to. It would certainly be an interesting future. She kissed June softly on the cheek and snuggled in to fade into blissfull sleep herself. Chapter Eight Sam Crowther awoke with the woman he had adored and married almost sixteen years before. He still adored her and would marry her again in a heartbeat. She was smuggled to his side, blissfully sleeping. The previous night they had been as passionate as they had ever been. Perhaps driven by their mutual need of release from the stress that they both felt. They had both done their best to release it in the other. After sixteen years their best together was pretty damn good. Sam kissed her tenderly without waking her and slipped out of her arms. He used the bathroom and then padded in quietly and made her breakfast. He was back with it before she stirred. He kissed her softly and she awoke, putting her arms around him to hold him there until she was finished with the kiss. Finally she released him and he told her to sit up as he picked up the tray to put around her. "My, my, a raging stud in the night and then breakfast in bed. I think I'll keep you around." Marge giggled. "I hope so. Kind of late to trade me in. I'm afraid you wouldn't get much for me." Sam chuckled, setting his own tray down as he crawled back into the bed and pulled it around him. "Your probably right. You wouldn't have gotten much for a fifty-six chevy in nine-teen-sixty-three, but just look what one's worth now. I'll keep you around on that premise..... but mostly because I love you." she said, leaning to kiss him again. "I love you too... Like a fify-six chevy am I? I can live with that..... More like a fourty-nine Hudson Hornet, though..." he said. "Even those are worth more now than they originally sold for. Hell, a mint condition Edsel's worth a fortune." Marge chuckled. "Wonder how our wayward child is." Sam said softly. "I think... that at this moment she is sleeping blissfully. And that when she awakes she will not feel at all the same as she did." Marge said, slicing her pancakes. "How so?" Sam asked. "Because unless I miss my guess by a long shot, that woman is probably one hell of a lover." Marge said. "You think so?" Sam asked. "What would you guess, you saw her and how she acted... you met her girlfriend? You tell me." Marge said. "I hadn't thought about it actually..... " Sam said. "Oh you fibber! But I love you for it." Marge said, kissing his cheek. "Fibber?" he asked, innocently. "Yes fibber. You're lucky you didn't trip over either your eyes or tongue they were both hanging out so far." Marge giggled. "Alright... I did find them attractive... Denise the more-so of the two." Sam admitted. "So do you think your daughter is any more immune to that than you are?" she asked. "I don't know. I never tried to fathom how .... a gay girl.... might think before." Sam said. "The prefered term is either *lesbian* or *bi*, depending on whether or not they've dumped men totally.... and you'd better start thinking what one may think like...I think she's not likely to get over it." Marge said. "You seem to be very comfortable with that." Sam said, moodily. "No, my love. It's certainly not what I would choose for her, as I know you wouldn't either. But by the same tolken it's not as important to me as her happiness is either." Marge said. "So you think that Denise will make her happy?" Sam asked, starting in on his food finally. "Initally... estatic.... but I don't know about the long run..... I think the most important thing Denise will do for her, is to give her back the tools for making *herself* happy. I think that Denise will take her time with her and do what she feels is best for Cindy's future happiness. That may include guiding Cindy away from her because of their age differences. But she will do that in a caring and loving manner, making certain that Cindy can handle it emotionally before she pats her fanny into the setting sun." Marge said. "And what if she decides to keep her? I mean, Cindy *is* a little darling. Think Denise would be any different from a guy her age given the same opportunity? To fool around with a spunky girl half his age?" Sam asked. "Yes, I think that she is different than most guy's would be. There are guy's out there that would do the same as I just attributed to Denise. Denise would do that because of what she is, I mean ethically and emotionally. Not her sexual preference. And if she didn't. Would it be so bad? If Cindy has chosen to live that lifestyle the rest of her life, then what better role model for her than Denise? She's bright, loving, caring and competant. She would teach Cindy how to be discrete and how to best survive the world given the choice that she has made." Marge philosophized. "You're pretty smart for a woman just under thirty herself." Sam said. "You know damn well how old I am... the same age as you give or take a month.... and spry enough to want to do it again after we eat this." she chuckled. Sam kissed her cheek and found himself eating quicker. "Hope you bought more of them little happy sacks. I don't want to go through this again." Marge said. "Just a dozen, we'll get more if we need them tommorow." Sam said. "If we need more than a dozen by tommorow, better get some salve too." Marge giggled. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------- End of section of Savant. Post comments to: deanajohns@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----