Message-ID: <19620eli$9902030443@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: deanajohns@hotmail.com (Deana Johns) Subject: *Savant P4(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: <36b7f51e.1059063@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 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 4 Cindy slept peacefully. After her parents had looked in on her, she had rubbed herself to orgasm thinking of Denise. She felt so much different than she had a week and a night previous. Now she seemed to glow with happiness. The warm mist of her orgasm provided the impetus to lull her into sleep. She would dream of her new love. Denise would be her first happy thought in the morning. ----------------------------------------------------- Bobby slept alone. Fighting dreams of his time in the jungle alternated with dreams of Andrea's lithe body riding his erection. This was a common dream for him. He would stagger filth laden out of the jungle and Andrea would be waiting for him beneath a pure waterfall. She would tenderly bathe the filth off of him and then kiss his scars. The pure water would break over them as they kissed. She would seem to age as they kissed. At first sight she was as she had been the moment he had ripped her towel off three years before. She would lay him upon a warm flat rock and mount him, taking her virginity. As she moved atop him she would grow into the woman she was today. This night a figure swam through the deep pond and joined them upon the rock. A set of green eyes that matched the mixed color of the pool and the jungle impaled him. Her fingers reached out and softly caressed him and Andrea as they moved. Her touch triggering their mutual orgasm. Bobby sat up in bed groaning. A sticky mess on his sheets. He grabbed a towel from his nightly shower and used it to clean up his bed. Then he wrapped a clean one around him and lay back and tried to sleep. The dream was vivid in his mind. The first departure he'd had from the dual cycle dream of jungle and Andrea since he had first taken her. Before that there was only the jungle and her adolescent body as he had last seen it before he went to Viet Nam. She had been just a child. He had walked in on her in the bathtub. Somehow that image of her clean purity was the one that had stuck with him throughout his torture. He had to survive to protect that. Somehow he recognized Denise as the only way that the damage he had done to her could be even partially repaired. He had tears in his eyes as he passed back into sleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Andrea awoke, feeling very different. She was snuggled to a body. It was a fully grown woman's body. It felt good beyond comparison. With a slight start she realized it was Miss Alvey's. Her dreams had come true... and more. Andrea had never known the feelings she had felt the day before. Denise was so tender and soft with her it hurt. It tore her heart from her chest and caressed it until it was better and then put it back. What Andrea felt for the first time in her life was true, unbridled love. Freely given to her by Miss Alvey. Freely given by Andrea to her. It was like no feeling on earth. Andrea would do anything on earth just to feel it just once more in her life. But she felt it at that moment. She felt true, unbounded love for Denise. Waking next to her was like heaven on earth. She softly caressed her fingers over Denise's nude body, thrilling in the texture under her fingertips. Denise stirred softly and rolled into her arms. Their lips met and Andrea orgasmed. "My, my. Such passion so early in the morning. How do you feel, my love?" Denise asked, softly. "For the first time in my life... I feel love." Andrea replied, tears springing from her eyes. "But you have loved before." Denise said. "Not like this.... I didn't know a person could feel like this." Andrea sobbed against her. Denise held her to her. Comforting the girl with her soft kisses and caresses. She softly cooed to her. Telling her of her love for her. Telling her it was alright, to let it out. To free her soul of the pain. Andrea wept against her for a long time. Half in anguish and half in pure bliss as she was aware of every inch of their skin where it contacted. Denise's kissed her tenderly. Andrea responded quivering in her arms. The kiss deepened and became more passionate. Denise guided her though a tender lovemaking session where she moved Andrea atop her and moved her hips up under her to sensually drag their clitoris' against one another. Andrea's cry of passion was like the shattering of fine crystal as her pain slipped away for the moment. The whole while Denise continued to kiss her and touch her softly and coo to her. Andrea floated blissfully atop her as she tenderly caressed her back down to her arms. Like she was keeping her from floating away. The kisses softer now, just barely touching her lips. She nibbled softly on the corners. She played her tongue over her lips. At one moment full and soft, then just barely touching. Then deeper then almost hard, but still tender. Andrea convulsed again. This time a gentler, deeper orgasm. It touched her as softly as Ider down and enveloped her like a warm bath. It seemed to warm her very soul and Andrea felt dampness between her legs. Denise continued her caresses and soft kisses as Andrea cooled down. A warm feeling of love enveloping her. Then Denise just hugged her to her. Andrea felt as if their souls had merged and shared love. "Now my love. The only hunger that lingers is that in our stomachs. Come, I will cook for you.... Because I desire to. You will sit and watch me and ponder the lessons I have taught you so far." Denise said, taking one last kiss before rolling away. "I need to go to the bathroom." Andrea said, uncomfortably. "There it is. Go. I will hear no further mention of it. I have no fixation with shit. It is waste from our bodies. The best thing to be done with it is to get rid of it. Enjoy the pleasure of it's expulsion and wash yourself and your hands afterwards. There is a fan switch which will provide the privacy of noise and the removal of unpleasant odors. When you come out you will find a robe in the wardrobe." Denise said, leaving the room. Andrea was dumbfounded, but Bobby had told her that Denise would not bother with trivial games like ass licking. She was actually quite pleased at the prospect of enjoying the process. Later she came into the kitchen wearing the robe. She was sniffing at the sleeve. "It smells like Cindy." she pronounced. "Yes, my love. Your nose and memory serve you well. As you surmised we shared pleasure all last week. I was with her up to less than an hour before you met me in the park. I had a wonderful time. If my fond memories serve me as well, we shared each other about fifty times during the week. I am ever so grateful to you for driving her into my arms." Denise said, stirring the hash browns. "Driving her into your arms?" Andrea asked. "Yes, my love. I fear that your first hard lesson must be that Cindy loved you as deeply as you do me now. But you abused that. She was seeking release from you long before I came into your lives. So the first lesson is that a heart will not leave where it is content. It will only leave when it is not content. Then it is only seeking the contentment that it should have found in the first place." Denise said, awaiting the inevitable. Andrea felt as if she had been shot. The realization of Cindy's love and her abuse of her almost more than she could bear. She sat down hard upon a chair as tears sprang to her eyes. Denise let her cry. Apparently paying her no mind. The truth was that inside her heart was screaming at her to take the girl into her arms and comfort her. But a ragged plan had formed in her subconscious over night. It called for hard lessons followed by the reward. At the moment Andrea was still on her first hard lesson. "Surely you saw this?" Denise asked, finally. "No, how could I? I did not know this state existed." Andrea cried. "Cindy knew. Did you not listen to her?" Denise asked. Andrea seemed to weep harder. "No... I thought of her only as a slave." she sobbed. "But last night you told me that you loved her. Do you not?" Denise asked. "Yes.... now more than ever. I only sought to show her what Bobby had shown me." Andrea sobbed. "Ah... But you forgot. You did not temper those lessons with love and compassion. Like this." Denise said, turning to her. She swept her into her arms and kissed her deeply. Andrea didn't doubt the sincerity of the kiss for a moment. She trembled in Denise's arms as her sobs abated and were slowly replaced by her growing passion. Then Denise gently released her back into her chair, kissing her softly as she did so. Then she was back to tending the breakfast. "Cindy told me that at times your touch was so soft and tender that she would just melt inside. I know from last night that you are fully capable of that. But you did not do that often enough for her. You sought to control her by fear. By sheer terror at times. By passion alone. Passion has it's real roots in tenderness. Had you been freer with that then I would never have known Cindy in my arms. She would have been forever devoted to you. She still loves you very deeply. But her trust in you is gone." Denise said, turning the hash browns again. Andrea was quivering inside still from the kiss. Then she realized that she could have done the same to Cindy at one time. That all of the lessons she taught Cindy could have been thus tempered. She felt tears returning to her eyes. "I wished I could tell her how sorry I am." she said, looking at the floor. "That's my girl. You shall. For you to understand the lesson, you must help to heal the heart that you have damaged. At times it may be very hard for you." Denise said, turning the hash browns out onto a large platter. They were almost like shoestring potatoes. She had rinsed the starch off them before she fried them using a non-stick pan and very little cooking spray. She started some lean breakfast strips in the pan. "You must think me very weak... crying like this." Andrea said, meekly. "On the contrary, I am very impressed with your strength. Feeling is not a weakness. It is a strength. It allows us to do things our minds would not tolerate us doing. Like when Bobby taught you the lesson about shit. It was your feeling for him that allowed you to do that. Your mind would have rejected it. Love is feeling. Hate is feeling, compassion is feeling. The trick is knowing what to love, what to hate and what to feel compassionate about." Denise said, turning the breakfast strips. She stepped to a notepad and wrote down an address. She handed it to Andrea. "Be there next Saturday night at six." she said, then went back to her cooking. "This is Coach Hart's address." Andrea said, not comprehending. "Yes, again your memory serves you well. She is my dear sweet lover." Denise said. "Not your slave?" Andrea asked. "In a sense. We enslave ourselves. That is the lesson that Bobby could not teach you. His enslavement was not willing. He was put into a position he had no choice about. When he was captured it was not his choice. His only choice in that whole affair was his survival. He partially understood this, when he enslaved you. You are lucky this was so. It was his love for you that allowed him to show you that. And did you not voluntarily enslave yourself to me? You came and asked to be my slave. Betty has done likewise. We share pleasure together. We love each other. We are slaves to our desires and our emotions. This makes neither of us weak. By sharing our enslavement it makes us strong. That is what Bobby could not teach you. He is still a slave. But his master is gone. The masters who took him involuntarily. You became his substitute master, not you personally, his love for you. He is a slave to that love. He desires to be a slave to that love. Without it, he is a slave without a master, like a rudderless ship at sea. Adrift in the currents." Denise said. "How can you know so much about Bobby? I did not tell you this, I did not know this." Andrea asked. "Is it not true?" Denise asked. "Yes... It sounds true." Andrea replied, looking at the floor. Denise turned the breakfast strips out onto a paper towel to drain, drained the pan into a empty tin and then turned to Andrea. She kissed her softly. Holding her face in her hands, holding her eyes with her gaze. "One egg or two? Over easy or scrambled?" she asked softly. Andrea quivered inside like Denise had just revealed her love to her. "Two, over easy please." she replied, just as softly. Denise bent again and kissed her tenderly. Then was back at the stove. "Coming right up." she said, cheerfully, cracking eggs into the pan. While they were cooking Denise moved the hash browns and breakfast strips to the table. Snagging another kiss in the process. Andrea was confused. But happily confused. Denise got out a plate and flipped her eggs expertly. She paused long enough to let the other side solidify and then tipped them onto the plate. She started two more and then served Andrea. "Coffee, juice or milk?" she asked. "Coffee, please." Andrea replied. Denise poured her a mug and herself one, carrying them to the table. "Sugar? Sweetener? Creamer?" she asked, snagging another kiss. "Sweetener & creamer." Andrea replied, watching her curiously. Denise flipped her eggs and then swept by with the sweetener, creamer, silverware and napkins, snagging another kiss before she tipped her eggs onto her plate and joined Andrea at the table. "How can you serve me so?" Andrea asked, watching her. "Oh come now, my love. Do you not know the pleasure of serving one you love. You of all people should know this. Is that not what you feel when you serve Bobby?" Denise asked. "Well, yes... but I also experience physical pleasure from him." Andrea said, dishing out some hash browns. Denise jumped to her feet and dropped four slices of wheat bread into her toaster, then was back, snagging another kiss along the way. "And did you not experience physical pleasure from me? Did you not also give physical pleasure to me?" Denise asked, mixing her eggs in with her hash browns. "Well, yes.... Is it the same?" Andrea asked. "Isn't it the same?" Denise asked. "I don't know... I guess so." Andrea replied, poking at her breakfast. The toast popped up and Denise was on her feet. She buttered it and snagged the salt, pepper and seasoned salt on her way back with it. She used the last on her meal and indicated for Andrea to help herself. "This is not at all as I expected." Andrea said, trying the seasoned salt on her meal. "And what did you expect?" Denise asked, munching on a breakfast strip. "I don't know. Harder lesson's I guess." Andrea said. "And was it not hard realizing that Cindy loved you as you now do me?" Denise asked, softly. Andrea fought her tears and nodded. "I don't know how to make them any harder. I wished that I could make them easier for you. Because a lesson is not physical, it does not make it any less valid." Denise told her. Andrea nodded, still fighting her tears. Denise stopped eating and moved around. She knelt before Andrea and took her face in her hands. She kissed her softly. Then pulled back and held her gaze for a long time. "Eat. I wish your honest adulation over what a fine cook I am. You can't give that to me until you eat." she said, then returned to her seat. Andrea smiled at her through her tears. She dug into her breakfast. It was good. Afterwards she told Denise so. "Thank you." Denise said. She re-heated her coffee and then took Andrea by the hand back to the bedroom. A few moments later Andrea learned the lesson of the hot tongue. "What time does your father usually pick you up?" Denise asked, later. Andrea could hardly talk. She was bombed on endorphins. She kind of rolled her head to look at Denise. "About six." she slurred. Denise kissed her softly. She played her fingers over the young girls large, firm breasts. Andrea shivered in delight. "Then we have time for about two more lessons if you are to have any recovery time and I am to drive." Denise said, rolling atop her. ---------------------------------------------- Andrea looked and felt like a zombie as she rode in Denise's car back to her cabin. She invited Denise in, saying that her father always called her cellular before he came. Denise came in and Andrea gave her the tour. "Nice place... do you keep your toys here?" Denise asked. "No... at home. I didn't bring them this time as I expected no company." Andrea answered. "And how would you relieve yourself without them?" Denise asked. "As I did at your house right after you first kissed me." Andrea replied. "Why not with your toys?" Denise asked. "I don't really care for them. They aren't like the real thing... not like Bobby." Andrea replied. "I see... Take them with you next Saturday. And tell Bobby that I will arrange to see him alone some time in the future. Even if he does not acknowledge you, tell him anyway." Denise said. "Sure... why?" Andrea asked. "That is between Bobby and I and is not your concern." Denise said, levely. Andrea nodded her submission. "You say your father always calls?" Denise asked. "Yes, always." Andrea replied. "Put on that outfit you first wore at my place." Denise told her. Andrea grinned at her and stripped of her clothes. She dug in her bag and pulled the outfit on, refastening the strategic snaps. "The collar is at you place." Andrea informed her. "Do you *need* a collar?" Denise asked her, levely. "No, Denise. I am yours without the collar." Andrea said, softly. "Good. I like that." Denise said, stepping to her. She softly drew the backs of her fingers over Andrea's protruding breasts. Andrea shuddered and closed her eyes in pleasure. Denise dipped her head and kissed her very softly on her lips. "This is called sensuality. It means enjoying your senses." Denise whispered to her. Andrea moaned softly. Denise bent softly nibbled on one of Andrea's now erect nipples with her lips. At the same time she very slowly traced the edge of the fabric at the edge of he open V crotch all around Andrea's labia, but not touching it. Andrea thought she would explode. Denise stood and suddenly pulled Andrea hard against her body and kissed her in a hard, deep, searching kiss. Andrea felt almost crushed and felt her blood suddenly grow hot. Her face flushed and she moaned though the kiss. "And *that*, is passion." Denise said, turning her. When she had her pointed where she wanted, she pushed her backwards until the arm of the sofa hit the back of her knees and she pushed Andrea back onto the sofa. Pulling her hips up she dropped to her knees. "And *this* is lust." Denise said, burying her face in Andrea's crotch. Her tongue delved deeply into her vagina and she twisted it once before she moved up and lashed at Andrea's clitoris with it. Andrea gasped and moaned loudly. Her hips began to twitch as her abdomen convulsed in orgasm. In just a few moments Denise had raised her excitement to a fine pitch. Denise's fingers raked at her exposed breasts and her legs. Andrea convulsed again. Denise pulled back. "And *this*, is pain." Denise said, unceremoniously pushing a finger up her backside as she twisted one of Andrea's nipples hard. Andrea gasped and screamed. Her hips went wild in orgasm and her abdomen convulsed hard and stayed that way. Denise let go and pulled her finger back out of her rear. Andrea winced a bit. Tears flowed down her cheeks. Denise moved around onto the sofa and pulled Andrea onto her lap. She kissed her tenderly as she cradled and comforted the girl. "And this is tenderness." she said, softly moving a lock hair from Andrea's eyes and softly kissing her cheek. Andrea quivered against her. Her lip trembled and her breath was ragged in her throat. "They feel the same to everybody.... think about that." Denise said softly. Andrea suddenly sobbed and hugged her tightly. "Cindy and I?" Andrea asked. "You tell me." Denise said. Andrea shivered and nodded. "You can make it right with her." Denise said quietly, kissing her softly on the lips. "How?" Andrea asked. "By treating her as you would have her treat you. You desire sensuality, she desires sensuality, you desire passion, she desires passion, you desire lust, she desires lust, you desire pain, she desires pain, you desire tenderness, she desires tenderness. We all desire all of them at different times. But the ones which leave the biggest impressions, are sensuality, tenderness and passion. The others might supply a faster or larger orgasm, but those I just said will be remembered the most fondly over time." Denise told her. "But how may I share those things with her if I am not to see her?" Andrea asked. "You will see her when I say. You must learn them first yourself. As I wish you to learn them, not as how you perceive them now. I left a lot out just now. I left out humiliation, degradation, fear, terror, hopelessness and rejection. You already know them, I would not have taught them to you. They are not important to being a good master. They actually detract from being a good master. You will be a great master if you will learn all that I will teach. Present yourself at that address next Saturday night, at six sharp. Until then you will be the best student you can possibly be at school. You will be cordial to all you meet. You will be studious and friendly. You will show respect for all others. You will obey your teachers and your parents. You will deliver my message to Bobby, privately. Now I will share a kiss with you, and we shall part. On Monday I will be Miss Alvey. After my class you will stand nude before my mirror while you brush out your hair. Then you will turn and dig in your bag for your clothes, showing me your pussy. You will not take undue time doing either. You will do this each day after you shower. You will pull you panties up slowly, but not too slowly. You will turn before putting on your bra. You will look at yourself in the mirror as you finish dressing. The day after you deliver my message safely to Bobby you will wink at yourself in the mirror just before you leave. Now, let us stand and share a proper kiss." Denise said. Andrea slid off her lap and stood. She quivered with anticipation. Denise pulled her into her arms as she stood. Not as hard as she had, but firmly. Their lips met and Denise kissed her exactly as she had the first time. With the same result. Denise held her gaze with her green eyes as she softly touched her cheek. Then left, taking the panties Andrea had worn home with her. Just then Andrea's cell phone rang and she fought to compose herself to talk. ---------------------------------------------------- Denise was trembling with sexual energy as she pulled into Betty's house. June's car was gone and Denise moved to the door in a trance. The door opened and Betty swept her into her arms. This time it was Denise who reacted to the kiss in much the same manner Andrea had. Betty stooped and swept her into her arms and carried her upstairs. Later they lay softly stroking each other. "My, such passion these young girls inspire in you." Betty said softly. "In the past two weeks virtually everyday has been filled with passion. I have never been so turned on or horny in my whole life. And it's not just the young girls. It's *you*. It was you alone for half of that." Denise said, moving to kiss her passionately. Betty rolled over her and began to move her hips as they kissed At almost the first touch of her large clitoris upon Denise's, her body began to writhe about as she explored every inch of the passionate woman within her reach. They climaxed together and kept going. They kept going until the latest possible moment for them to wake up in the morning. Their final orgasm -as massive as their first- carried them clinging together into dreamland. ------------------------------------------------- Bobby arose later than usual. He still had lots of places to resynchronize his routine. That's what the Television did for him; supplied wasted time zones with which he could maintain his apparently rigid schedule should something like this occur. Just a bit less TV than usual before breakfast and he was back on track. Andrea sat at the table drinking coffee and looking thoughtful. "You seem kind of quiet, pumpkin. Not feeling good?" her mother asked. "No, I feel great. Just thinking about school. I'm kind of excited about that new computer class coming up." Andrea replied. "Well if you're that excited about it, I guess I'd better bring those units from work home tonight.... I don't know that Bobby will use the one, but it's worth a shot." her father said, drinking the last of his coffee quick. "Leaving early, dear?" her mother asked her father. "Big Jones account meeting this morning. Could be a fat bonus for us." he said, putting on his jacket. "That's nice dear. Have a good day." his wife said, puckering her lips to be kissed. He kissed her quick, kissed Andrea on the cheek and left. Once her mother put up the dishes she seemed to be preparing to go someplace. "What's on your schedule for the day?" Andrea asked. "Early hair appointment. Just in time it looks like. If your father gets that account then I just might drop in on him for lunch." she said. "Well, I'm not ready yet. I'll catch the bus in. " Andrea told her. "Okay dear. Here's five dollars for fare." her mother told her, handing her the money. "It's free, mother. Or rather your taxes pay for it." Andrea mused. Her mother seemed surprised. Normally Andrea wouldn't have said a word about that sort of thing. "Well, use it for your lunch then. I'm sure you can use five dollars." her mother said. "If you'd like. Thank you." Andrea replied. Again her mother seemed surprised. "You're welcome. Have a good day at school." she said. "Thank you, I do believe it will be a very good day. Have a nice lunch with daddy if you go." Andrea replied, then sipped her coffee. Her mother looked at her curiously, but smiled and said: "Thank you, I will. Bye now." "Good-bye. See you tonight." Andrea said, rising to give her a hug and quick kiss. "You sure you're feeling alright?" her mother asked. "Yes, I feel great. I've got a mid-term coming up in math and I think I'm going to ace it. I'm just in a good mood because of that." Andrea replied. "Well that would be a welcome change... I've got to run dear, bye." her mother said, kissing her cheek and heading out. Andrea waited until they were both long gone and unlikely to return before she went in and knelt beside Bobby. It seemed only a moment before his hand reached out and softly touched her cheek. "Yes?" he said quietly. "I am to give you a message from Denise. She say's she will arrange to meet with you privately. She would not tell me what about." Andrea said, awaiting his anger. "You told her about us?" Bobby asked, deadpan. "She told *me* about us. She had it right down to the dates when mom and dad traveled, where they went and how they went. I would not have said a word otherwise. She is indeed a great master. I orgasmed twice in the middle of our first kiss. Last night when she dropped me off at the cabin she gave me three orgasms in less than two minutes. She has agreed to take me as her pupil, but she is indeed a hard taskmaster. You were correct in your assertion about my academics. I am to maintain the highest standards I can. I am to be kind and respectful to others. I am not to take another slave while under her tutelage. She has no objection to us continuing our relationship. She seems to know much about you, I do not know how or where she learned it. Perhaps some from Cindy, but she knew nothing of our love." Andrea replied. "Indeed... She gave no hint of going to the authorities with her information?" Bobby asked. "None, my lord. She seemed to be quite understanding. She said that the reason you had not taught me much that she will teach me was because your enslavement was not voluntary. You were put into a position where you had no choice and control over your destiny. That your only conscious choice was to survive the ordeal." Andrea answered. "Indeed. A most perceptive person. You trust her?" Bobby asked. "Yes, my lord. Implicitly. She was kind, but stern. She was understanding, but resolute. I am thrilled by our union. I care almost as much for her as I do for you." Andrea said. "How are you to pass to her the fact you have given me her message?" Bobby asked, assuming she would have set up a signal. "Each day when I dress after gym I am to face her mirror nude while I brush out my hair. It is a two-way mirror which she can see through but I cannot. I am to turn and expose myself to her as I dig into my gym bag. I will pull my panties up slowly and turn so that she can observe me put on my bra. I am to finish dressing while watching myself in the mirror. When I have passed the message to you, I am to wink at myself in the mirror just as I leave. On that day only. I am not to draw undue attention with my actions. At school I am to make no acknowledgment that we are anything but teacher and student. She asked to be called Denise when we are together. I am to go to Coach Hart's house next Saturday night and to take all my... *toys*, she called them." Andrea replied. "Very well. I assume she will have the school request both mom and dad go in for a conference with them about you. The conference will be of no concern. Denise will come here while Betty or Ms. Benito keeps mom and dad occupied. I will listen to her, but I will decide if I will talk to her. She knows this. You need not tell her. I only tell you how she will arrange to meet with me alone. She may be very dangerous, or very rewarding for both of us. Time will tell which it is. You may kiss me now before you must leave for school." Bobby told her. "My lord, may I show you a kiss that she showed me?" Andrea asked. "Indeed, yes." Bobby told her. Andrea climbed onto his lap and did her best to duplicate the kiss Denise had shown her. Bobby was hard beneath her before she pulled back. "Yes... most rewarding indeed... You may do that again before you go." Bobby said. ---------------------------------------------------- Denise wrapped her arms around Betty from behind as they stood before her bathroom mirror after their joint shower. "Thank you for being my friend {kiss on the neck} and my lover {kiss on the cheek} and so kind {kiss on the front of the neck under the jaw} and understanding. {kiss on the lips.} I love you." Denise said, punctuating her words with kisses. Betty turned in her arms and they melted together for a last skin to skin embrace as they shared a kiss much like Andrea had just given to Bobby. "You are most welcome, my dearest love. I had feared that these girls would displace me. But you have shown me that they only make you hungrier for our love. I do not understand, but I am no longer insecure about it." Betty said, laying her cheek against Denise's and kissing her just in front of her ear. "You must never feel insecure about my love for you. I am yours for all time. The girls will tire of this old lady and go their own ways." Denise said. "Well if that's the criteria for them going away, then they will be with us a long time. Those were not the actions of an old lady last night." Betty chuckled. "Nor were yours, my love.... You sure you don't mind doing this with Andrea next week?" Denise asked. "Mind? Hell no I don't mind. I've been drooling over her body since her first year, when it didn't look half as hot as it does now. So what exactly do you have in mind?" Betty asked. "Exactly, I don't know. Maybe have them observe us making real love. As sweet and tender as we can possibly make it. I'd like to get them together. Then one of them with each of us. You probably with Andrea, I'd like her to experience the joy of your womanhood. If it feels right, maybe have Cindy be dominant over Andrea. But I don't want anybody to get hurt. What I expect there, is that Cindy will start with the dominance over Andrea, then stop and say she cannot do it because she cares too much for her. I want both of them to realize that." Denise explained. "In other words a night of unbridled debauchery. .... You certain you wish to get Cindy and Andrea back together? You just got them apart." Betty asked. "Yes... Andrea is fanatical enough about her behavior as to be predictable now. I control her. She really would go stand nude in a blizzard if I so bid her. She would also drop and lick your ass in a heartbeat if I so indicated. You can do as you wish with her for the hour before Cindy and I arrive. We can call for Chinese delivery for dinner later." Denise said. "Any idea how I should play it with Andrea?" Betty asked, as they moved to dress. "Yes... at least if you'd like. When she first arrives, make her strip. Then fuck her on the floor or the counter or the table, anywhere but the bed or sofa. Carpet's okay. Fuck her good and hard. Then.... make love. I'm trying to get her to see the distinction between the two and to relate her behavior towards others to them." Denise said, pulling on her panties and shorts. "Yes, I get it. Should be fun. Can I practice the two on you this evening as you walk in? I'm a little out of practice at dominance." Betty asked, pulling on her sweats. "Sounds divine. and if you need to ask then you are out of practice." Denise giggled, pulling on her sweats. "Not that out of practice." Betty said, grabbing Denise and kissing her hard, her hand holding her by the hair as the other gripped her pelvis to hers. Denise could feel the bump of Betty's clitoris through both their shorts and sweats. She got turned on in an instant. She moaned delightedly through the kiss. "Wow... " Denise said, wobbly on her legs when Betty released her. "I will accept that rating, gladly." Betty chuckled, looking for her car keys. "I'm not sure we should ever teach that sort of thing to those girls. We may not live through it." Denise said, packing up her bag. "From what you've told me about what you did with both of them, it's too late. But what a way to go." Betty said, rolling her eyes. "How are things going with June?" Denise asked, pulling Betty back into her arms, softly. "I'm a bit concerned. She's as snuggly as a kitten, but not as playfull anymore. I'd like to see her reassert herself." Betty said, thoughtfully. "Yes, my love. Remember how I dealt with you when I came here and found you on your knees? That was just under two weeks ago. June will come around, love grows in evolutionary stages. June is now like you were that second day. Which considering what she was like before, is remarkable. So patience my love. Now give me another of those outstanding kisses so we can get to school, I need one that will last me all day." Denise said, moving to find Betty's lips. The kiss was indeed outstanding. They both felt like calling in sick for the day... but they couldn't. They were the teachers. Besides, Denise had already missed a week. ------------------------------------------------- Cindy awoke happy and buoyant. She was not with her love, but would see her that day, even if she couldn't acknowledge their love. Just being around her and knowing that she would be in Denise's arms Friday night was enough to keep her happy. She maintained the smile on her face as she showered and dressed for school, then through breakfast. If her folks had any doubt that she was her old happy self then her smile dissipated them. -------------------------------------------------- Denise's upcoming computer class was announced with the Monday morning PA announcements. Students interested should contact the office, soon. By noon the class was full up. Denise's first class went well. Andrea hardly seemed to notice her. After class Denise sat in her office with Betty. "This should be fun." Denise told her. Betty sort of giggled a bit, but enjoyed the show as Andrea stood nude before the mirror and brushed out he hair. Then turned and rummaged in her bag for a long time. Giving the two teachers a long look at her undercarriage. She finally pulled her panties slowly up, then turned and slowly put on her bra. She seemed to smile a bit at the mirror. She finished dressing, watching herself in the mirror. When she was about to leave, she looked around and then winked at herself in the mirror as she passed by on her way out. "My, so soon? That means she delivered my message to Bobby." Denise told Betty. "What message?" Betty asked. "Just that I would arrange to meet with him privately." Denise said. "You sure you want to do that. He sound's pretty dangerous to me." Betty said. "I'll be safe enough. I'll be certain that you have copies of all my data and access to the tapes I took of Andrea's story should anything happen to me. I don't think he'd dare hurt me. In fact I think he's counting on me to save his butt." Denise said. "I think you're in this way too deep. But I trust you know what you are doing." Betty said, getting ready for her class. "I'm not so sure I really know what I am doing... I'm making this up as I go along. But I think I'll be okay." Denise said. "I'd rather think you knew what you were doing. I'll ignore that last remark." Betty chuckled, heading out to teach her class. Denise wondered if she did know what she was doing. She picked up the phone and called Jenny. "Bout time you called, lady. I've been kind of worried about you." Jenny told her. "Don't worry about me. You fixed me up pretty good." Denise chuckled. "So I hear... How's it going with Cindy?" Jenny asked. "Super..... Sort of." Denise said. "Can't fool me love. Tell me about it." Jenny said. "It's a *long* story. How about I stop by tomorrow evening?" Denise asked. "Sure, *you* are welcome anytime. You know that." Jenny said. "I don't want to get too specific at school here. I'll just say that the perpetrator is in my camp now. Plus I have complete understanding of the base root of all the problems. I'll bring my data by for you to review. I think I'm gonna need all your expertise on this one." Denise said. "I'll expect you tomorrow... You be careful. You know I care about you." Jenny said. If she'd understood correctly, then Denise was dealing with some very fanatical people. "I know you care about me. Not like I care about you.... Florence Nightingale complex or not. If you leaned like I do then I'd be chasing that cute ass of yours. I don't think I'm in any danger, but I'll be careful anyway. " Denise replied. "You're just cute enough I may consider switching sides.... My last session tomorrow ends at four. I'll see you then." Jenny said. "Thanks love. Bye." Denise said. "Bye." Jenny said. Denise hung up the phone. Perhaps one of the reasons she had accepted Marge's proposal with Cindy was that she understood the security of having someone you trusted totally. Jenny was just such a person to her. As she had a free period, she transferred the files from the previous week onto the DAT tape and wiped the files. Then set the program running again. She was tempted to shut it down totally for the time being. She had most all the shots she could ever want of the girls. Besides she had other far better outlets for her passion now. It was mostly habit that kept her doing it. It was simply part of her daily routine, which had been upset enough recently. The program started snapping shots of Betty's eighth grade class as they undressed and showered after their exercise. By that age most the girls had pubic hair and fairly well developed breasts. None in particular caught Denise's eye. Her access to Cindy and Andrea had fulfilled her need to look at young girls for the time being. She went over her class rosters for the day, reacquainting herself with the girls progress and needs. The substitute had left her some reports, but she hardly got time to know the girls well enough for them to be of any real service to her. She would have to make do. Third period rolled around with her second ninth grade class. Cindy showed up and presented her new schedule to Denise. "How are you doing?" Denise asked, looking at the schedule. "Great... I'm feeling much better. Last week was just what I needed." Cindy said, avoiding her smirk, but smiling. "I'm glad. I quite enjoyed the week myself. ... Come talk to me after your last class on Wednesday. I think I'll be going to the counselor with you." Denise said. "That would be nice...." Cindy said, wanting to say a lot more. "I know.... Better go get suited up now. I'll be out to tell you which group you'll be in." Denise told her. "Thank you Miss Alvey.... for everything." Cindy said, softly. "You are quite welcome, Cindy. My pleasure." Denise said, guiding her out of the office. That night her and Betty snuggled and caressed each other to sleep after Denise cooked them a nice dinner and they made soft and tender love once more. Their session the previous evening having served to quench much of their passion, but not their desire for each other. She informed Betty the next morning that she would be late that evening as she had to meet with her counselor. "I knew it, seeing yet another woman." Betty chuckled, kissing her softly. "No need to fear Jenny. She's straight. Had she not been I would have been involved with her a long time ago..... and you and I probably wouldn't be involved now." Denise said. "You must give her my deepest thanks for being straight then." Betty said, softly. ----------------------------------------------------- Denise quite enjoyed Andrea's daily show as she sipped her coffee. She reached out to her computer and forced a few strategic shots to be recorded. That afternoon after school she stopped by her place and gathered some clean clothes, dropped off the DAT tapes and picked up some blanks. She also printed out her file on Andrea and family and got the two tapes. Jenny greeted her with a warm hug. Denise kissed her cheek before Jenny led her into her office. "Okay, Denise. What's this all about? You said that the perpetrator was in your camp. I assume you mean Andrea. The one who abused Cindy?" Jenny asked. Denise nodded and smiled. "I don't know how I get into these things.... " Denise started. She told Jenny the whole story. Showed her her data and then showed her the first tape. Jenny watched thoughtfully. A bit uncomfortable at the nudity, but professional enough not to let it affect her too much. Denise started the second tape and let it run. When Andrea finally faded out to sleep Denise stopped the tape. "You'd make a hell of a detective or a psychologist. You have a good touch, but it probably wouldn't work out. It's illegal to become involved with your patients... especially underage ones of the same sex." Jenny mused. "So.... You get the picture, I take it?" Denise asked. "Yes, it's quite clear. Bobby's the key to it all. What did you intend to try talking to him about?" Jenny asked. "I was hoping you could give me some hints about that. You understand this stuff better than I." Denise said. "I'm not so sure about that. Nobody really understands this stuff. Fact is that I'm amazed that you've gotten the results you have. It certainly is a novel approach to therapy to take a patient as a lover. And one that nobody knows much about... It being forbidden. I'm quite concerned over your safety though. Bobby is dangerous. Andrea could be, but you seem to have her well in hand. What do you plan for her next?" Jenny asked. "She's going to show up at Betty's Saturday night. Betty will first dominate her and take her roughly. Then she will make real love to her. The point being to demonstrate the difference to her and make her aware of how it feels from both points of view. At that time Cindy and I will show up. Cindy does not know this as yet, I was going to talk to her about it before our session tomorrow." Denise said. "Yes... I'm quite interested in how she's really doing. Falling in love with you was natural enough for her.... again the Florence Nightingale syndrome. But I don't think that strictly applies as she seems to have been attracted to you previous to your freeing her from Andrea. What did you have in mind for her when you two got to Betty's?" Jenny asked. "I thought I'd try a reversal of their previous roles. Cindy as master, dominant over Andrea. It will help relieve some of Cindy's resentment and again show Andrea how it feels from the other side. I don't expect it to last long. It is not in Cindy's nature to be cruel. Her love of Andrea will reemerge and she will stop the role. I fully expected them to face their love for each other. I also had in mind both Betty and I each making love to one of them within view of the other. Perhaps let them observe Betty and I making love. Let them know how good it can be." Denise said. "So basically you are going to expose two underage girls to a homosexual orgy.... That one is definitely not in the books..... Best of luck to you. Let me know how it goes. I don't want tapes.... You've tested me pretty good with these two as it is." Jenny chuckled. "Don't worry love. You're head over heals in love with Jake. If I were to make a play for you I wouldn't use pornographic tapes anyway." Denise chuckled. "Just what would you do?" Jenny asked. "Seriously?" Denise asked. "Yes, I'm curious about how you'd go about it." Jenny said. "It's not something I could tell you, really. I'd have to show you. And I don't think you'd want that. I wouldn't want to make you feel uncomfortable." Denise said. "You won't. I'm secure enough about my sexuality to face whatever you may hit me with." Jenny said. "So you say.... A warm wet tongue feels like a warm wet tongue no matter who it belongs to. It affects everybody about the same way. The trauma lies in the discovery that the tongue belongs to one of your own sex. That opens up all sorts of hidden connotations that none of us may even be aware of. I say this from experience. I had no interest in woman to woman love before Janice first kissed me. I was a junior in college, as you know. But I was most certainly an adult. I had full visions of marrying a man and having children. But it was not a man who gave me my first orgasm. When one finally did, it wasn't the same for me. I had discovered a tenderness that so far men have not equaled. With Janice, the roots of that tenderness were false. I know that now. But the tenderness itself is very tangible and valid. It's what I share with Betty, it is what made such a profound effect upon her, Cindy, Andrea and even June. It is a very powerful persuasive. I do not wish to do you damage." Denise said. "I think that perhaps you are suffering from delusions of grandeur. I will risk what you fear, gladly." Jenny chuckled. "As you wish. Do not say I didn't warn you." Denise said, taking off her glasses and setting them on the desk. Denise stepped around the desk and took Jenny's hand and pulled her to her feet. She slowly put her arms around her as she held her gaze. Running her finger tips up from her hands to her elbows. Then with just the slightest pressure behind her elbows drew her in. "I have desired to do this since we first met, but have not, out of respect for you. I only do so now at your bidding. First, my love, I would have to tell you that you are lovely. This would in no way be an exaggeration, as you are.... very lovely indeed. You are quite desirable; Those eyes that seem to mirror my own. That lovely deep auburn hair. Your lithe and active body. Your smooth unblemished skin. Your Angelic face. They all compel me like a magnet to your soft full lips." Denise said, almost whispering, as she drew Jenny into her arms. Jenny found herself entranced by Denise's approach. This seemed in no way a perverted attack. It felt quite natural to succumb to her tenderness. Her eyes were locked onto the emerald green pools of Denise's eyes that indeed seemed to mirror her own. She had always been proud of her eyes. She knew them to be devastating to others. This pride now turned on her and became the tool of her entrapment. Denise's voice soft and hypnotic as she moved in for the kill. Jenny's eyes slowly closed as she tipped her head back a bit to lift her lips up to meet the taller woman's. Denise did not hurry in the least as she herself was caught in the power of her attack. Their lips met as softly as a gentle snowflake lighting upon the earth in the deep winter. They were soft and full upon each others. Denise softly nibbled at her lips with her own. Jenny's lips parted in an invitation that was accepted by Denise's warm tongue. She did not hurry. She let the kiss guide itself. Every movement of lips and body seemingly a natural progression. Starting slow and tender and staying that way as she sensually kissed her. Jenny felt herself quivering in acceptance of the foreign intrusion to her mouth. She felt her body enfolded tenderly against Denise's lovely womanhood. Feeling her breasts pressed against hers as the kiss progressed. Feeling their pelvises touch and press together. Aware of the contact that seemed to run down their legs. The arms pulling her ever tighter against her, but with a gentle pressure that was beguiling. Without thought she found herself kissing back and wrapping her arms around Denise. Wanting further contact..... *needing* it. Denise carefully controlled her desire as she manipulated Jenny's. She made a point of backing away from the bliss that the kiss was inducing. Ever so slowly she terminated it. Their lips just barely touching as she withdrew her head just far enough for them to again share their gaze. Still holding her gently but firmly against her warm body. As their gaze met again Denise said in a warm whisper: "I have desired that moment for a long, long time." Jenny found herself acknowledging the thought with a slight nod of her head as her eyes closed once more in preparation of their second kiss. Instead Denise gently released her and Jenny seemed to sway upon her feet from the loss of contact. Then Denise's tender support and touch was gone. But not before again guiding her gently back into the safety of her chair. Denise moved around the desk and sat down once more as Jenny's surprised gaze fell upon her once more. "At one time I would not have stopped.... I would not have been able to. But I care too much for you to press my advantage. I cannot allow my own desire to damage your relationship with Jake. I only sought to show you that I was not delusional or merely feeding my ego." Denise said, softly. Jenny sat looking at her a moment, entranced by the moment. Then she sort of shivered and nodded. "You did warn me." she said, finding her voice hoarse and heavy in her breast. "Yes.... so back to the point... *That* is how I would approach you." Denise said. "I thank you.... for stopping..... I would not have.... I have never felt like that before." Jenny found herself saying. "Perhaps I should not have done that.... Forgive me a moment as I was not unaffected myself by that." Denise said, breaking the gaze and fighting the surge of sexual excitement that had swept over her. Jenny seemed to recover herself for the moment. Forcing herself to move on. "No... I asked for that.... Perhaps I have been just a bit too curious..... I thought myself above that. It was my own ego that made me feel immune to your charms... I see that I was wrong about that..... I thank you.... It was most enlightening." she said, softly. "I don't think that any of us are immune to our passions. I would not be so attracted to you if you were. I only hope that I have not perhaps led you into something that will cause you distress. I do not desire to cause you pain... Quite the contrary." Denise said, hoarsely, without looking at her. "Yes you wish to.... give me *pleasure*.. I.... am quite tempted to let you. But it is most enlightening to me. It gives me insight into why you are so successful at seducing very attractive women." Jenny said. "It was not my intention to *seduce* any of them. I was attracted to Betty of course, but I would have been content not to have a relationship with her. Now.... I am very deeply in love with her. She seems to feel the same. I do not know if this will last.... But it feels like it would last forever. I want it to." Denise said. "Of course you do. And it may. I know you have the strength now to deal with it if it does not. ..... And what do you wish for the girls?" Jenny asked. "I'd like it all to continue... I honestly care about both of them. I won't deny that my strongest attraction is to Cindy. But Andrea can certainly awake my passion..... I'm not delusional about the relationships lasting. I expect them to outgrow me. I am content with that eventuality. My main motivation is their well being. As much as I desired them, I would not have become involved with them at all had I not thought that they needed me. Cindy especially. In Andrea's case I thought it safer to go along with her for the moment... but I do not deny that I quite enjoyed it with both of them. I am open to whatever relationship continues. The one thing I desire most though, is their happiness. I wish Cindy to be self-confident and happy. I certainly wouldn't be opposed to our relationship continuing indefinitely, but I do not expect it. In Andrea's case I sought to use her fanaticism to guide her into positive behavior. I seek to heal her wounds, but I know that they are deep...... My biggest concern though, is over Bobby. He is most definitely dangerous. He is perhaps unstable. His pain is way beyond my scope of experience to know how to deal with it. In Cindy's case I knew what she was feeling from my own experience. To an extent that was true with Andrea too. But I have no frame of reference for Bobby other than my empathy over his torture. I do not know what drove him to do what he did to Andrea, no matter what he said to her." Denise said. "That's understandable. You broke the cycle of abuse when you sought counseling. But that information is within you. You just guide yourself away from thinking that way..... Think about what you might have done to Janice had you been given the opportunity to become dominant over her." Jenny said. Denise sort of shivered a bit, then nodded. "Yes.... I begin to see... " she said. "You watch your ass with him. He *is* dangerous. I mean physically dangerous. He probably would not hesitate to kill you if he felt you to be a threat to either himself or Andrea. Mostly to Andrea. He's in serious need of therapy. Long term therapy." Jenny said. "That's the impression I got. If it wasn't for Andrea and what it might do to her if her delusion were suddenly shattered, I'd be tempted to throw him to the legal wolves. But I don't think that would serve any purpose at this point. I consider that a last option if there is no other way to help Andrea. It's certainly not what I'd wish to do. I'd like to see them all be happy and healthy. What I don't understand is why he continues the charade about masters and slaves. From Andrea's description of their relationship now, it's obvious he's beyond that." Denise said. "He may not know how to stop it. As you said it would shatter Andrea's world to take that from her now. It's her prime motivation. Take it away and she crumbles.... I think that he's realized that he's hurt his sister quite badly. He never intended to cause her pain. He intended to protect her from what he had been through. Somehow he got fixated on her during his torture and felt compelled to protect her from ever experiencing what he went through. He taught her the tools he developed himself to survive. Not seeing at the moment it was *her* that allowed him to do that. His focus upon her image allowed his survival. The rest is just tricks his mind made up. He tricked himself into surviving with the goal of protecting her. He may now realize that it was all a trick his mind played on him, but not wish to do further damage to Andrea. That may be why he set up the transference of power to another master. It relieves him of the responsibility of possibly doing further damage to Andrea. He may in fact view you as his savior in that respect. Whatever you do, you must stress the point to him that your main motivation is Andrea's well being. *Do not* stress that you wish to help *him*. He knows that for him to come out of his disciplined routine and join the world means that he must face the consequences of his actions with Andrea. He needs an out. A way to see to Andrea's future welfare while seeing to his own. Not an easy task.... perhaps not doable. As much as he says that he would laugh at his freedom in one of our prisons, the thing he fears most is further imprisonment. But he feels he has to pay his penance. His discipline is his way of doing that. If you take that away.... then he has to face the real thing." Jenny surmised. "Yes.... I can see that now..... You've certainly given me much to think about.... So you will see Andrea if I can get her in here?" Denise asked. "Yes, of course. For free. As I don't see a way of doing it otherwise at the moment. You can't reveal the reason for the need of counseling to her parents right now. They would undoubtedly be horrified over the whole situation. I think that would be a bad idea at the moment." Jenny said. "I'll pay you myself. I just want Andrea to get treated." Denise said. "I'll think about accepting your money.... Mmm Nope. I won't accept it. You're putting your ass on the line for something you believe in. I kind of like that example." Jenny said. "You need to make a living too." Denise protested. "I'm doing okay financially. I'd be a hypocrite to accept your money with what you are already risking. Besides...... that kiss was payment enough.... perhaps over payment." Jenny said, softly. "You are very welcome to however many of those you fell comfortable with. Anytime you wish." Denise informed her. "Now please...... I wish to experience that second one... the one you didn't follow up with." Jenny said, softly. "You sure?" Denise asked. "Positive." Jenny replied, getting to her feet. Denise moved to her and swept her into her arms. She kissed her again, softly in prelude, then fully passionately. She was a bit surprised when Jenny responded with the same passion. She was even more surprised, but delighted when she felt Jenny's hands upon her ass, pulling her pelvis into hers. "Well..... You've certainly given me enough information for me to base my decision on..... You'll be the first to know what I decide...." Jenny said, more than a little wobbly as Denise finally released her. Denise smiled and softly kissed her again before departing. She left the tapes with her for study and safe keeping. It was almost ten o-clock by the time she reached Betty's. She was waiting up for her with her dinner waiting in the oven. Denise swept her into her arms and kissed her passionately. "Not *another one*.... I may never get you to myself." Betty giggled, as Denise finally let her breathe. "No, my love. You have me all to yourself for now. You have my heart forever." Denise said, hugging her. Betty kissed her hard, for a long time. "Now my love, eat so that we can go to bed. I can't wait to feel your soft skin upon mine." she said. "I know just exactly what I wish for desert." Denise said, sitting down. "You shall have it. As much as you please.... and you do please... very much so." Betty said, stealing another kiss before she served her. Later they clung together as they caressed each other. "It seems like I need you more each time we make love." Denise said, softly. Their session had been at first frantic, then driven and finally tender and warm. "That's just fine with me love. I feel the very same about you.... You just go ahead and need away." Betty replied, snuggled to her. They kissed tenderly and then continued to caress each other to sleep. Wednesday afternoon Cindy presented herself to Denise's office. "You wished to see me, Miss Alvey?" she asked. Denise closed the door. "More than I can tell you here.... my love." Denise said, softly. Cindy blushed and looked at her hopefully. Denise waved her to a chair and sat in her own. Cindy waited. Her eyes filled with love for Denise. "Do you still wish to help Andrea?" Denise asked. "Yes, of course. Why?" Cindy asked. Denise looked at her a moment then told her of her weekend after they had parted. At first Cindy was hurt and felt betrayed. As Denise forged on and related the gist of Andrea's story, she became softer and concerned. "She needs us all. I know it's hard for you. But she really needs your love. Now do you feel strong enough to help?" Denise asked. Cindy nodded. "Yes.... I've always loved her. She would not have been able to do what she did had I not. Your love has given me hope and strength. I have never known such a wonderful time. I smile each day as I open my eyes, just knowing that I will see you on Friday night." she said. "I will not break my own rules... but I dearly desire to kiss you this moment. We will share Friday night and Saturday together. Saturday night we go to work. The nature of that I will leave as a surprise to you. Can I give you a ride home?" Denise asked. "Yes, I'd like that." Cindy said. "Are you ready now?" Denise asked. "I need to get my homework books from my locker." Cindy replied. "Go ahead and do that. I have some things to finish up here. I'll meet you at my car in ten minutes." Denise told her. "Thank you, Miss Alvey." Cindy said, smiling at her. "Thank you, Cindy.....my love." Denise said, before she opened the door. After Cindy left, Denise almost shivered. She sat down and did her back up for the night. She told Betty she would see her later after she dropped Cindy off. "I'll have dinner waiting for you." Betty said, quietly. Denise looked at her. "I'll be there. Fear not, my love. I'm just going to drop her off and have a cup of coffee with the folks. Then go with her to her counseling." she said, also quietly. "I'm not worried. I was speaking quietly because we're not supposed to be speaking of this at all at work." Betty said, quietly, but smiling. Denise touched her cheek and nodded. Then left. She thought about what Betty had said. She talked to Cindy about in on the way to her house. "I made an error. I should not have used an endearment with you at school. I probably should not have talked about Andrea there either. If we start letting little things like my endearment slip out.... It endangers our relationship. We mustn't let that happen. If I should do something like that again, I'd appreciate it very much if you'd kick me in the shin." she said. "As you wish, *Miss Alvey*. Point of my toe or the side?" Cindy giggled. "The point, *my love*." Denise told her, chuckling. Marge was off to the market and Sam was not home as yet when they got to Cindy's. Once inside Cindy pushed her back against the wall and kissed her passionately. Denise kissed back just as passionately. The kiss may have lasted seconds or weeks. Neither knew. Marge's car pulled into the driveway and they heard her car door close. "I'll make you some coffee. Please, sit down." Cindy told her, snatching one last quick kiss. Marge came in with several bags of groceries. She gave Denise a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. "There's another load or two in the car, Cindy if you would." Marge asked her. "Sure, be glad to." Cindy said, switching on the coffee pot and running out. "I want to thank you. I've never seen Cindy so happy. I know you are the reason." Marge said, taking Denise's hand and squeezing it. "Cindy's happiness is all the thanks I need.... But you know I'm getting other benefits from this." Denise said, softly. "I know... and I don't mind. I fully expected that. And seeing the way Cindy is now. I fully approve of that." Marge said. Denise got misty eyed. Cindy came in with a load of groceries and went out for another, curious and concerned over Denise's state. "Cindy doesn't know. I just barely told Sam. But the reason I probably understand so well..... Well, when I was just about Cindy's age, ....I had an affair with another girl. If I hadn't fallen so hard for Sam, I might very well still be that way." Marge confessed. Denise looked at her and smiled. "It's your choice whether or not you choose to share that information with Cindy. But it might help her understand herself a little better if you did." she said. "I know... I've thought about that. I'm still thinking about it." Marge said. The coffee pot sounded it's final gurgle. Denise rose and got down three mugs from the cupboard. She poured the three of them a cup and carried Marge's and Cindy's back to the table. She returned for her own and doctored Cindy's for her just as she came in with the last load. Cindy smiled at her and bravely kissed her on the cheek in thanks. Marge smiled at her as she sat down. "Thanks Denise..... Pretty nice lady you've got here, Cindy." Marge said. "Thank you... I know that." Cindy said, a bit surprised at her mothers comment. "So do you know what the counselor has in store for you two tonight?" Marge asked. "Not me." Cindy said, shaking her head. "I think she just wants to see the two of us together. To see how serious we are about each other." Denise said. "And how serious are you about each other?..... No, forgive me. You don't need to answer that." Marge said, changing her mind suddenly. "No, I don't mind. Fact is that I'm head over heels in love with Cindy. I don't know that our relationship will last forever... but I want it to. I think she feels the same way." Denise said. "I do." Cindy said, simply. "So what are you doing over there? I'm sure you'd rather be sitting on her lap." Marge grinned. "You said you didn't want us to get too affectionate around you and dad." Cindy said. "What I meant, was that I didn't want to witness any hands up under clothing. I'm willing to overlook a hand placed casually upon an ass... as long as it doesn't roam too freely. I don't expect you to act like you aren't in love. You are. So sit on her lap." Marge said, sipping her coffee. Cindy kissed her mother on her cheek on the way to Denise's lap. She lay back against her and kissed her softly before she retrieved her coffee. "That's better." Marge said. "I appreciate what you're trying to do, Marge. But fact is that we don't want to do anything around you that makes you uncomfortable." Denise said, her hand on Cindy's shoulder. Cindy nodded. "I know... but a little discomfort keeps us on our toes. My only regret is that I can't expect grandkids from you two." Marge chuckled. "No... I'm not prone to adoption either... even assuming the state would be, which it wouldn't." Denise said. "Oh well. So, anyway. You think the counselor just wants to see you two together to see how serious you are?" Marge asked. Denise smiled. They'd covered that. Marge was just trying to make conversation. "Yes.... She's probably going to ask me if I know what I'm letting myself in for. If I know what I'm risking... I do." Denise said. "So what about Betty?" Marge asked. "Betty and I will be continuing our relationship. Cindy's not a replacement for her, she's an addition. I explained that to Cindy up front... before she and I ever made love." Denise said, putting it out into the open. Cindy looked a little embarrassed, but she kissed her cheek. "And that's okay with you, Cindy?" Marge asked. "Yes... I know that Betty is important to Denise. She's important to me too. We made love to her together last Monday." Cindy replied, bravely. "Well, your whole relationship is unconventional. I can hardly expect you to be conventional about other things. I know you're not being promiscuous about it. Fact is that it's a load off my mind not having to worry about Cindy getting pregnant or AIDS or something." Marge said. "It does of course eliminate pregnancy, but our sort of relationship does not eliminate the possibility of disease. A closed group of relationships does that. But I would not say that we are excessively promiscuous. Betty was involved with another for four years before she and I became involved. I did not have any relationships between college and now. Cindy was involved with Andrea, and Andrea with one other whom is known to be monogamistic to her. That makes the total size of threat to Cindy as five. We are not all involved with each other, but there has been interrelated contact between us, so the threat from any one of us is the same to all of us. That's the way AIDS works. But I don't think that's a problem with us. If you are uncomfortable about that, I am willing to be tested. I'm quite sure that Betty would be agreeable as well as Andrea." Denise said. "You've had contact with Andrea?" Marge asked, surprised. "Yes... She's one very screwed up little lady. I'm going to see to it that she gets the counseling she needs as well.... before another situation like her and Cindy could arise." Denise said. "Good... my primary concern there is my daughters well being of course. But I've been concerned about Andrea and someone else's daughter." Marge said. "My primary concern is Cindy as well. She has agreed to try to help Andrea. I think it will be good for both of them. But if I see the slightest hint of further trauma to Cindy... -or either of them- then I will separate all contact between them. I'm working with Cindy's counselor over Andrea. I met with her last night." Denise replied. "Getting in kind of deep, aren't you?" Marge asked. Denise chuckled. "Sometimes it seems that way. Two weeks ago my life was peaceful and serene. But I can't turn away from either of them. In your daughters case... I'm simply in love. In Andrea's case... I care. The system isn't set up to deal with things like this. Somebody has to." she said. "You've got a big heart, Denise. I hope the hell you pull it off. ... But enough of this. I am concerned about my daughters well being, obviously. But now I have consigned her happiness to you and her. I don't want it to seem like every time you come over here you get the third degree. Tell me of your life otherwise." Marge said. "Gosh, where to begin. I guess I'm pretty excited about teaching the computer class. Betty seems to have Ms. Benito convinced that she's wasting me on gym. She's got a bunch of businesses to contribute old equipment. They get full tax credit for equipment which is too slow for business usage, but fully useful for me to teach a class with." Denise said. "Sam might be able to help you with that. You say they get full tax credit?" Marge asked. "Yes... Full purchase price. The government is really good about that for equipment contributed to schools. They get more off their taxes than they could sell the equipment for." Denise said, fighting not to run her hand over Cindy's ass. "Who should Sam talk to about this?" Marge asked. "Ms. Benito, June. Have him call the office and talk to her. She can explain how the system works." Denise said, sipping at her coffee. Cindy giggled, as Denise's lips were just about the right height for her to experience a hot tongue. Denise smiled at her and kissed her cheek. "So I guess that Cindy's going to be in your class?" Marge asked, ignoring the inside jokes she could see pass between them, suspecting them to be sexual in nature. "Yes... That's one reason why I wished to deal with Andrea. She'll be taking the class too. I sort of realized that it was going to be quite difficult to keep them apart. At least at this school. Probably their next as well." Denise said, finding herself back on the subject that Marge had tried to guide them away from. "Sam and I were talking... Something we've been doing more of lately, We quite enjoyed the week when Cindy was staying with you. It was like the honeymoon we never got a chance to have. Sam's got a bunch of vacation time stored up at work. We were thinking about maybe taking a vacation in about a month or so. I know where Cindy would like to be. We would be ever so grateful if you would consider keeping an eye on her for a couple of weeks." Marge said. "Why Marge Crowther. If I were a guy I'd swear that you were trying to get Cindy and I married off." Denise chuckled. "If the laws would permit it, that's just exactly what I would be trying to do." Marge chuckled, then went on more solemn: "But it's more than that. I'm really tickled to death that you and Cindy have gotten together. No matter what the cause of it was. I'm not grateful to Andrea for the damage she did to Cindy, but the fact remains that you would never have gotten involved with her had she not. Your ethics would have precluded you doing that. I know, that's just the way you are. Which is the precise reason why I'm thrilled that Cindy has you. I know Cindy. She's been my daughter a long time. She's never been happier in her life. I may have misread how seriously she was affected by her breakup with Andrea, but there is no mistaking this; That girl is *in love!* As much in love as I was with Sam... as much as I still am. I'm not trying to mold or trap you into a relationship that doesn't develop naturally and feel comfortable to you two. I know what the odds are about a relationship working out or not. You've got the added stress that society doesn't care for your type of relationship and it gets really iffy. What I am doing -and will continue to do- is provide you two with the safe opportunity for your relationship to grow. If Cindy was a guy and I was considering you as a potential daughter-in- law, then I would be very proud of my sons choice. By the same token I would be just as thrilled if you were a man and I was thinking of you as a son-in-law. Why then would I not be just as thrilled about you for Cindy as you both are? There's another reason for the vacation too. Cindy's father and I married just out of high school. We weren't married when you were conceived, Cindy. But we had been together over three years previous to that, so don't go thinking that you were the only reason we got married. You in fact provided us with the *opportunity* to get married. At first we lived with our parents. We changed back and forth living between them like a yo-yo. We never had much privacy. Then Sam was drafted. Cindy was two when he got back. This made it harder for us to live as a family. A young child is a strain upon older folks. Not that you were a bad child, you weren't. But any child is a strain to them. Anyway, Sam went to work and college at the same time. The GI bill made it easier. Our parents got together and shared rent on a small house for us. After college, Sam got a decent job and it's been getting better ever since. So Sam and I have been going together for eighteen years now. In all that time we've never had any *real* privacy. In that week that you were with Denise, your father and I were getting to know one another once again. Even exploring sides of each other that we had never seen before. We're closer than we've ever been. If we had not been so worried about Cindy, then it would have been a perfect week. But now we've got the opportunity to have that perfect week, two of them. We know you are good for Cindy. We think she's good for you, too. So we don't have to worry about Cindy. She's in the best possible hands she could be in. Someone who loves her, someone who needs her, someone who really cares about her well being and happiness. It's nothing personal, Cindy. We don't not love you. Just think about what it would have been like on your week with Denise if one of us -or anybody else- was around. So that's what the vacation is about. It gives us *all* more time to get to know each other. Now, we'd be very pleased if you would watch over Cindy for two weeks next month. I know she'll be to school on time and do her homework and not be fooling around with boys or drugs." Marge said. Denise had tears rolling down her cheeks. So did Cindy. "It sounds absolutely delightful. And, as you know, that time frame puts us into the Christmas break. So the two of us will be off. Since we're being so candid...... I've been attracted to Cindy from the first moment I saw her on the first day of school this year. You are correct that I would not have become involved with her had the affair of Andrea not come up. But I desired to. I was not unaffected by her all along. That week together was like a honeymoon for us as well. It healed much in both of us. For the first time in my life I got the opportunity to know how good love could be. It wasn't just the sex -which was magical enough- it was looking across the room at her reading a book. Seeing how her hair fell across her shoulders, seeing the light fall across her face and body. Those are the most magical things in my memory. I love your daughter. I don't know if our relationship will last forever. I want it to. I will work for the accomplishment of that. But I will not thwart her freedom of choice to do so. If she out grows me and finds someone who makes her happier. Then *that* is where I wish her to be. I will savor the moments we have and wish her the best. But I desire it to be forever. If Cindy is agreeable then I would be honored by her presence in my life during your vacation." Denise said, tears streaming from her eyes. Cindy kissed her tenderly before speaking. Marge smiled at the sight. "You both know how I feel about it. You both know I'm in love with Denise. I was attracted to her the first moment I saw her too. I was involved with Andrea, but I was already looking for a way out. Then Denise looked at me with her uncovered green eyes and spoke to me like she really cared. She gave me the tools to know the truth. She spoke openly and honestly to me. And I fell *hard* for her. That week with her really was magic. It showed me what love was supposed to be. She was the antithesis of what Andrea was. Everywhere that Andrea would have been cruel, Denise was loving and warm. I still love Andrea, and want to see her helped. I will help where I can. But I'm very deeply in love with Denise. I can think of nothing on earth as wonderful as two weeks with her." Cindy said, tears in her eyes. Denise kissed her softly and then hugged her to her. "You know that it's not likely that we will be alone for that time." she said. "I know. You know how I feel about Betty too. It still sounds wonderful. Even more wonderful." Cindy said. Now Marge was crying. Sam came home and found three women crying in his kitchen. "I knew there was a reason why I worked so late." he said, seeing the joy on his wife's face. She pulled him down and kissed him. Cindy took the opportunity to lip lock Denise. "Here now, what's this." Sam chuckled. "Hush up dear. I just barely got them comfortable doing that in front of us. Don't you go spoiling it." Marge said, "You just got your two weeks vacation. So you ought to be encouraging them." "Please, carry on." Sam giggled, hugging his wife. "Actually, it's time for us go get counseled. I don't think she's going to talk us out of this though." Denise said, kissing Cindy's cheek. Marge and Sam hugged them both before they left, then Marge led Sam to the bedroom. Jenny greeted both of them warmly and showed them into her office. "Okay, if you two smile anymore then your faces will rip. You want to tell me about it?" Jenny asked. "Not much to tell. We're in love." Denise said. "That so?" Jenny asked. "Yup!" Cindy said, chuckling. "And what of your other relationships?" Jenny asked, nobody in particular. "Denise told me about Andrea, this afternoon. I'll be most happy to help in any way I can. She also told me she made love with Andrea. That's just fine with me. I know with Denise teaching her, that she will undoubtedly be better off all around. She will be a better lover, and a better human being. I also am quite aware of Betty. I have not the slightest objection to her relationship with her. They love each other too. Just as I still love Andrea while being in love with Denise. They do not preclude each other. You do not shut off your feelings for one person just because you get involved with another." Cindy said. Jenny seemed downright surprised. "That's an exceptionally advanced attitude for one so young." she said. Cindy shrugged. "That would be one of the many reasons why *I* love *her*." Denise chuckled. Cindy reached over and took Denise's hand. Their fingers intertwined and stayed that way for the duration of the interview. "Well, Cindy could you wait in the other room for a moment so that Denise and I can have a little chat?" Jenny asked. Cindy started to get up. "I have no secrets from Cindy. I want her to know whatever you say to me." Denise said. "Okay, I was going to talk about Bobby and Andrea." Jenny said. "Do so. She has an interest in that." Denise said. 'Okay.... Andrea is in love with her brother. As deeply in love as you two are for each other. Perhaps more so as they have had this relationship for the past three years. Andrea *adores* Bobby. From the story she tells, Bobby adores her. Even given the dead end nature of their relationship, it's not a good idea at this time to separate them. Not without offering both of them a reasonable alternative. They've been careful. They know how to be discrete. More importantly they understand the need for birth control in such a relationship. So I think you were wise telling Andrea that she could continue her relationship with Bobby. Fact is that they will have little enough opportunity to pursue it. With the precautions they take, a weekend here and there isn't going to make that big a difference down the road. Denying them that however would seriously affect both of them. Perhaps very detrimentally." Jenny said. "That's just about what I figured." Denise nodded. "I can sort of understand Andrea's attraction to Bobby. He is a bit of a hunk. If he wasn't so weird, I may have made a play for him myself." Cindy said. "You mean that you feel a sexual attraction for men?" Jenny asked. "Oh course. When Andrea seduced me, it just gained me the other sex as well. I never stopped liking boys... or men. But I've also never experienced the same depth of love with one of them. Certainly nothing like I feel for Denise, and not even like I experienced with Andrea. At least she was tender and sweet some of the time. To get that out of men seems like pulling teeth from a rhino." Cindy said. "But what if they were as tender and sweet? Would you be more interested in them than you were women?" Jenny asked. "Not more so, no. I'd be more attracted to the men, certainly. But not by a greater amount than I am to women. Not that I've had a man inside me. But I don't know that it would be so very different from a dildo. I'm quite content with the way Denise and I make love. It is quite satisfying all in all. More satisfying than I had a clue it ever could be." Cindy said. Jenny seemed to squirm a bit in her chair. "Well, that's about it. Fact is that I don't see that Cindy needs any more counseling. As long as she has you. If there's a change in that I want to see you *both* back here. Together or separately. Cause if this breaks up you are *both* going to need it. Denise, you watch your ass with Bobby. He *can* be very dangerous, I have no doubt of it. If you can think of a way. Try to give him solutions to the present situation without stressing the dead end nature of their relationship. Let him know that you don't care one way or another about it, only about Andrea's welfare... and that that welfare does not preclude their relationship. Cover your ass when you go see him. Let him know that it is covered, but in a non-threatening manner. If he will not communicate with you, don't push it. He really has no reason to trust you other than the fact that you know about the relationship and have not revealed it to the authorities. He's probably damn curious why you didn't. I barely understand, and I know all the particulars." Jenny said. "Okay, will you make a copy of those tapes and put them away?" Denise asked. Jenny nodded. "Consider it done. I take it that you want the originals around for Andrea?" she asked. "Yes, fact is that I want to study them myself before I arrange to meet with him." Denise said. "How do you intend to pull that off?" Jenny asked. "I was thinking of her folks getting called in for a conference at school about Andrea. It will be a short conference between me and Bobby, but that's better than nothing." Denise said. "All the more reason to be fully prepared. I'll copy the tapes tonight and have them available for you tomorrow when you get off work." Jenny said. "Good. That will be great." Denise said. "Anything else?" Jenny asked. "Yes, on the way over here, I noticed a real soda fountain. Cindy's never been to one. Would you care to join us for a banana split or chocolate sundae or something?" Denise asked. "I'd be delighted. It's been years since I had a good chocolate sundae." Jenny said. "The one down on fifth, just west of that little strip mall?" Denise asked. "I've seen it. I'll meet you there after I close up the office." Jenny said. "Super... Thanks again, Jenny." Denise said. "What are friends for?" Jenny asked, rising. Denise and Cindy arose. Denise went and hugged her, Cindy right behind. Jenny kissed her cheek. Then Cindy's as she hugged her. "No more tests?" Denise chuckled. "No need. You gave me quite enough information the last time." Jenny giggled. "Tests?" Cindy asked. Denise and Jenny looked at each other. Jenny knew that Denise would not violate a trust, but should she? She questioned Denise with her eyes and Denise shrugged. "Last night Denise and I got talking about seduction. She's had a sort of crush on me since I was her counselor when she was in college. I was curious how she'd go about it. I *asked* her and she showed me. She kissed me. Just enough to let me know that it would have worked had she been serious about it. She wasn't serious about it because she respects my relationship with my long time boyfriend Jake." Jenny said to Cindy. "I have no doubt that Denise could seduce the queen mother if she put her mind to it." Cindy chuckled. "You may well be right. She tempted me real hard and I would have sworn I was a devout heterosexual." Jenny said. Denise kissed her on the cheek and they departed. Jenny joined them later at the soda fountain. The conversation was much subdued compared to the privacy of Jenny's office. But they all enjoyed the outing. Cindy learned an appreciation for soda fountains. Denise got a to go order of the richest peppermint candy malt on the planet for Betty. The wonders of Styrofoam packing making such an order possible. Jenny hugged them both in the parking lot before they departed. The front of the house was dark as Denise pulled up to Cindy's. "They're at it again." Cindy giggled. "As we would be if we could. So cut them some slack. Lord knows they're cutting us plenty." Denise said. "I know. It's just hard getting used to the idea of your parents making love." Cindy said. "I never figured that out. There is hardly a person on this planet that isn't the direct result of their parents having sex. I wager that even among the invitro fertilized births, the procedure was only tried after sex failed to cause conception. I figured that out right after I heard about sex as I was growing up." Denise said. She walked Cindy to the door. The porch was dark and hidden from the road anyway. Denise pulled Cindy into her arms and they shared a very special kiss. Cindy's hands traced her derrière as Denise held her to her. "I'll bet you could seduce the Pope if you put your mind to it. But it's for sure that you've got me." Cindy said, kissing her again. "Good. I'd hate to think that I was alone in this feeling." Denise said, softly, kissing her again too. "I wish we could sleep together tonight." Cindy said, between kisses. "Patience, my love. In a month we will have two glorious weeks of all the lovemaking your tender body can tolerate." Denise said, hugging her close. "I know... and I'm looking forward to that very much. But if I had my way I would feel you in my arms every night." Cindy said. "Well, we may yet see that occur. You'd better go inside now. It's late and Betty's ice cream is melting." Denise said. "I know.... I love you." Cindy said, hugging her hard. "I love you too." Denise said. They shared one more special kiss and then parted. Betty kissed her deeply as she entered. "No aroma. You must be slipping, love." Betty chuckled. "You think so huh?" Denise said, kissing her in a manner that let her know she wasn't slipping. "No... you are definitely not slipping." Betty said, hoarsely. "Brought you a present, better eat it quick... if you can. It's about the richest thing on the planet." Denise said, handing her the bag with her malt in it. Betty took a spoonful and rolled her eyes and moaned a bit. "How on earth did you know that peppermint was my favorite malt?" Betty asked. "Just a hunch. I saw an empty carton of peppermint ice cream in your garbage when I took out the trash once." Denise said. "Did you eat?" Betty asked. "Just some ice cream. I'm not really hungry though." Denise said. "Well, what I made will keep in the fridge. I can eat this in bed. You can have your own desert if you'd like." Betty teased. "Peppermint malt and cunilingus. You're becoming a hedonist." Denise teased back. "You don't *have* to." Betty mocked. "I wasn't knocking it. I'm a bit of a hedonist myself.... I must be. Right now I have at least three girlfriends. I know eventually June and I will probably get together. You've made it with Cindy and Andrea will be your happy victim come Saturday. And just tonight I agreed to take Cindy for two weeks in about a month. I want to assume that you'll be sharing that time with us." Denise said. "Sounds delightful. Think Andrea will be joining us?" Betty asked, moving Denise's dinner to the fridge from the oven. "I don't know. I assume that's a possibility. But we'll have to see how this weekend goes." Denise said, stripping off her clothes. Betty looked at her a moment. "Did anyone ever tell you.. that you are about the sexiest woman on this planet?" she asked. "Not that I recall." Denise chuckled, continuing her strip. "Well you are." Betty said. She took a teaspoon full of malt and then playfully bent and licked one of Denise's nipples. Denise giggled and shivered a bit. "I think I like coffee better." she said. "A bit late for that.... might keep us awake." Betty said, doing the other nipple. "Mmm Tell you what. This is bound to get sticky..... and downright chilly. How about the hot tub?" Denise asked, shivering. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea." Betty said, leading her by the hand. Later in bed they caressed each other to sleep. Both had had their fill of peppermint malt and cunilingus. ---------------------------------------------------------- Cindy had a hard time getting to sleep. The occasional moan her parents let out loud enough to penetrate the walls only served to remind her that she was alone in bed. She reached under the covers and pretended that the moans were Denise's. Later she buried her face in her pillow to stifle her own moan as her hips lifted off the bed. Then she hugged her pillow to her as she drifted off to sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------ Thursday was an uneventful day, save Andrea's show. Both Betty and Denise sat back drinking coffee as she cavorted in front of the mirror. To another it would only appear that she was watching herself as she brushed out her hair, then dug in her bag for her clothes. "She is a sexy little thing." Betty remarked, quietly. "Hardly little. She's a big girl... in more ways than one." Denise replied. "A figure of speech.... I'm quite looking forward to Saturday." Betty mused. "Have fun.... I'm quite looking forward to it too. But lets talk about it tonight. Not here." Denise said. "Wise woman that you are and I adore... Okay, *Miss Alvey*. We better see to our classes." Betty said, getting to her feet. During the day Ms. Benito dropped by to inform Denise that Sam Crowther had convinced his company to donate another ten computers. With the others, there were enough to start the class the next quarter. Both were happy about that. There seemed to be an almost electric attraction between them as they talked in the office. "Betty tells me that I get tonight and tomorrow night, then Sunday and Monday.... I thank you for that." June said, quietly. "No problem. I'm glad you two are getting along so well." Denise answered, quietly. "I have you to thank for that too..... I didn't ........." June said, faltering. "I know.. It's best we don't talk about this at school." Denise said. "You're right, of course. But you and I must get together and *chat* sometime next week." June said. "I'd like that. Maybe Tuesday night at Betty's?" Denise asked. "I wouldn't want to intrude upon your time." June said, uneasily. "You wouldn't be. And at this point that's the only way we're going to get to *chat*." Denise said. "Okay.. see you then. You'll have to go through this equipment and set it up for the class over the break." June mentioned. "Yes, I planned on that." Denise said. June squeezed her hand warmly and departed. "*Chat* huh?" Denise chuckled when she was gone. That evening Denise had a chance to catch up on her tapes at home. The one with June and Betty on it prompted a few orgasms by itself. She also built a special slide show of Andrea's little displays. Then there were various shots of the other girls. One bent over in the shower here, another pulling her panties up in the locker room. Yet another releasing her bra. The smooth lines of young flesh. She had no trouble sleeping. Chapter Eleven Friday morning Cindy dropped by Denise's office after her third period class. She stepped in and closed the door. "Mom said that you were to wear your best jeans for dinner tonight. In other words, casual dress." she said. "Tuna casserole again, huh?" Denise giggled. "I think she's only served that once when she was really mad at dad for something. I hate it." Cindy said. "Okay. Just joking. Guess I'll have to take that evening gown back to the store." Denise said. "You didn't really buy a gown for tonight, did you?" Cindy asked. "I can tell you don't understand my sense of humor as yet. No. I didn't." Denise said. "Okay... see you then, huh?" Cindy said, obviously wanting to kiss her. "Yes... I'm quite looking forward to it." Denise told her squeezing her hand and leading her to the door. "Best jeans, huh?" Denise giggled to herself after she was gone. She had a pair of "jeans" made of lycra spandex with a stonewashed pattern printed on them. They fit her like a paint job. The more she thought about it, the more she thought they were called for. After work, she did her back up and then hung around till all the girls had left. Betty finally came by the office. Denise locked the door behind her and pulled her into her arms. "What about them rules of yours?" Betty asked, chuckling. "After those shots you left me of you and June? I didn't have any trouble sleeping last night." Denise giggled. "I was hoping you'd like them." Betty said, her hands inside Denise's shorts, cupping her buns. "Why does it feel like the whole world is trying to line me up?" Denise asked, her hand slipping down in front of Betty's shorts. Betty moaned softly as Denise's fingers flanked her clitoris. Their lips met and Denise kissed her hard. Her other hand holding her head. "Just wanted to warm you up a bit for tomorrow night. So how was it with June last night?" Denise said, breaking off her attack. "About the same. She's as cuddly as a kitten and still lacking her former spunk." Betty said, thoughtfully. "So tell her you miss her aggressiveness." Denise told her. "You think it's that simple?" Betty asked. "Couldn't hurt. It's worth a try anyway. .... Guess I'd better get going. I have some dangerous jeans to get into." Denise said. "Dangerous jeans?" Betty asked, not releasing her. "Marge sent word that I should wear my best jeans. Thinking I would take that as dress casual. But I've got a pair of spandex ones with a stonewash print on them that fit me like a paint job. I thought it might be fun to wear them. I'll take along a denim skirt to cover them over after I make my entrance." Denise chuckled. "I want to see these jeans.... and take them off with my teeth." Betty said. "Speaking of which. Cindy and I will arrive in evening gowns tomorrow. When we do slip off and put on that sexy little number that you wore the night of our candle lit dinner. Okay?" Denise asked. "Recalling your reaction to it. Yes. What about Andrea?" Betty asked. "She will wear her best birthday suit while we eat. I'll bring along the food. I know a good to-go gourmet shop. So you don't need to worry about cooking." Denise said. "Sounds fun.... You sure you want to do this?" Betty asked. "Yes... I think it's for the best. What I'm doing with Andrea, is making hard emphasis of the contrasts between the good and the bad things. Forcing someone to parade around nude while everybody else is dressed up special ought to get the point across about humiliation. If I follow that with a little present for her in the way of a nice evening dress.... well, you get the idea." Denise said. "Remind me never to piss you off." Betty said, kissing her tenderly. "I don't think you could, darling." Denise said, taking another kiss before they had to part. At home, Denise showered and then dressed as she planned. She pulled on very thin, lacey underwear. Then added a special blouse on top. It had strategic holes cutout in it. Just enough to give a teasing look at her breasts whenever she bent over. From a distance it just looked like an old shirt. She tried different skirts with the outfit until she found one that didn't look too goofy with the stonewashed legs sticking out from under it. Then she did her hair in that look of *casual abandon* that takes two hours to accomplish. She bundled a couple of packages into her car and headed for Cindy's. Denise walked into the door carrying her packages. Marge stopped dead in her tracks as she saw her. "Cindy said I should wear my best jeans." Denise chuckled. "You're libel to give Sam a heart attack..... Or Cindy.... or even me." Marge said. "Why Marge, that's the sweetest thing you ever said to me." Denise chuckled. "What's in the packages?" Marge asked, showing her into the kitchen. "Just a couple of small presents for my new family." Denise said, handing them over. Sam was doing his best not to stare. Denise hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Is this going to be a common occurrence? I'd better see my cardiologist if it is." Sam mused over her attire. Cindy came bounding in and hit Denise on the fly. She hugged her around the neck almost wrapping her legs around her. She kissed her hard and then softer. "Hello, love. Happy to see me?" Denise chuckled, extracting herself. "*What *have you got on?" Cindy asked, her mouth agape as she noticed it for the first time. "You said to wear my best jeans." Denise chuckled. "I didn't know they even made jeans that dangerous, do they come in a spray can?" Cindy asked. "No, as I recall they were packaged in a pill bottle. Now I've had my fun I can change." Denise said, digging into her bag and pulling out a skirt. She wrapped it around her and fastened it. "Better?" she asked. "No, I liked it the other way." Cindy said. "So did I, but this way's easier on the heart." Sam said. "It's unanimous. Off with the skirt." Marge said. "It was a joke, Marge." Denise said, hands on hips. "So you get to live with it. Off with the skirt. Where can I get some jeans like that?" Marge asked. Denise looked at her, she was serious. She shrugged and removed her skirt. "I got them mail-order. I'll give you the catalog." she said, storing her skirt in her bag. "Sit down, so Cindy will land." Marge said, pouring her a cup of coffee. Denise chuckled and sat down. Cindy landed on her lap. She discovered the holes in Denise's blouse and peeked down them. "Behave yourself." Denise told her. "You come dressed like that and expect me to behave myself? *Oh her don't know me very well, do her?*" Cindy said, finishing in her *tweety bird* impersonation. Denise giggled. "What's in the packages?" Cindy asked. "Why don't you go see." Denise said. Cindy jumped up and looked at the three packages. She found one with her name on it and sat back on Denise's lap to open it. Inside she found a slinky evening gown. A bit too slinky for around family. "Oh... it's gorgeous!" Cindy gasped, "Can I try it on?" "I think that's a bit much for a jeans with the family night. We'll have plenty of time for you to try it on later." Denise said. "Please. I'm already getting carnal thoughts. I don't need to experience them from my own daughter." Sam chuckled. "Speaking of which... open yours." Denise said. Sam opened his package and got a very puzzled look on his face. Marge opened hers and got just as puzzled. "I think you got he names mixed up on these." Sam said, holding up the lingerie in his package. Marge held up a set of men's bikini underwear from hers. "Nope. I figure lingerie is for men and bikini underwear is for women. You are free to share them of course. I thought they would come in handy on your vacation." Denise giggled. "Thank you." Marge said, hugging her and kissing her cheek. "I wonder how I'll look in this?" Sam said, playing with the lace panty part. "You are supposed to be wondering how *I* will look in that. I certainly wonder how you'll look in these." Marge chuckled. Cindy was hugging Denise and kissing her cheek a lot. "Okay, love. Let me drink my coffee. Plunk it over there. I'm not going anywhere." Denise said, scooting Cindy out of her lap. Cindy kissed her once more and then reluctantly slid out of her lap and into the next seat. "I want to thank you, Sam. Thanks to your companies donation we now have enough computers for me to teach the class." Denise said. "Hey, no problem. It's a good deal for us. We get full price tax write-off. We couldn't sell them for that much. Speaking of which. Cindy's got a new one in her room you probably ought to peruse. It's like the ones we gave you for your class. I think there is a bunch of junk on there you could dump for her." Sam said. "I'm not sure I dare go into Cindy's room until she calms down a bit. I've seen less hungry looks on a pack of wolves." Denise chuckled. "Go ahead. It's about forty minutes till the roast is done. I promise to stick my head in the door at random intervals to keep her tame." Marge said. "Can I take my coffee?" Denise asked, getting to her feet. "Sure. Cindy, you will not hit her with any flying hugs until she sets it down!" Marge told Cindy. Cindy grinned and led Denise by her other hand into her bedroom. Sam and Marge watched them go. Denise's jeans making it hard to do otherwise. "That, my love. Is one *A-grade* posterior." Sam mused, quietly. "So I noticed, love. You can reel your tongue back in now. She's gone." Marge said, kissing him. "So I'm really supposed to wear this?" Sam asked. "No silly. The present to you was how* I *will look in it. Her present to me is how you will look in these. I think it's cute." Marge said, holding the bikini underwear up and glancing at Sam as if picturing him in them. Once Cindy had her in her room, she patiently waited for Denise to put her coffee down by the computer and then moved into her arms and kissed her hard. "God I want you." she finally gasped. "And I want you, love. I love you." Denise said, kissing her softly. "Thank you for the dress... Can't I please try it on?" Cindy asked. "Okay, if you will let me look at your computer unmolested." Denise said. "Deal!" Cindy said, sprinting into the other room for her dress. Sam and Marge hardly noticed her passing through, as they were occupied kissing at the moment. Denise fired up Cindy's computer. Cindy came in and stripped off her jeans and blouse, then slipped on the dress. It fit her as dangerously as Denise suspected. "Nice box." Denise said, about the computer. "Thank you..... Can you see it through this thing?" Cindy asked, looking in the mirror. "I meant your computer. Behave yourself. That looks good on you too, though." Denise chuckled. "I've gotta show mom this." Cindy said, bounding away. Denise sighed and began to search around in the computer to see what there was. "Look mom. Isn't this great!" Cindy said, entering the kitchen. "Oh my... You're not going out in public in that thing are you?" Sam asked. "It looks lovely dear. Very sexy. If you maintain that figure of yours for another three years you can wear it out in public. I wouldn't wear it to the symphony. You'd cause too many sour notes from the musicians watching you instead of the music." Marge said. "I can't wear this in public?" Cindy asked. "Not with those underwear, for one. And secondly I don't think Denise intended you to wear it out in public. I think you actually got her present." Marge said, thoughtfully. Cindy grinned at her and sashayed back into her room. "They won't let me wear it out in public." she moped to Denise. Denise chuckled, without looking up from the computer. "Fear not my love. I'm taking you out for a gourmet meal in that tomorrow night. I also have the correct lingerie to go with it, but I didn't think it appropriate to give them to you in front of your folks." Denise said. Cindy hugged her neck and kissed her. "Remember our deal?" Denise chuckled. "Yes, love." Cindy said, pulling back. Denise caught her hand and pulled her around into a sensual kiss. "Okay, now change back before you snag that and then come see what I'm doing here." Denise said, pinching her butt. Cindy yelped and giggled as she moved out of range. She pulled off the dress and lovingly packed it away. "You really going to take me out tomorrow night in this?" Cindy asked. "Unless you don't want to." Denise replied. "No.. I want to very much." Cindy said, sparkly eyed. "So put your clothes on and then come sit down here. Get another chair. I can't type with you on my lap." Denise said. "You used to like me best this way." Cindy chuckled, as she climbed back into her clothes. "I like you best any way." Denise chuckled. Cindy finished dressing and then brought in a chair from the other room. When Marge poked her head in Cindy was enthralled with what Denise was doing on her computer. "Oh mom, it's so neat. She's already doubled the amount of disk space I have available. She says she can make it run faster too when she's through throwing the business stuff away. By repacking the drive." Cindy bubbled, noticing her mother. "I just stuck my head in to make sure you weren't parading around her in that outfit with her tied to the bed. I don't think she's into torture." Marge chuckled. "Not much... and that would certainly be torture." Denise said, hardly looking at her, intent on her task. "So what *are* they up to?" Sam asked, as Marge returned. "Denise has her well in hand. She's working on the computer and Cindy is like a puppy next to her. Snuggled to her side as she watches." Marge said. "So... guess that means that I don't get to be a grandfather." Sam said. "I think that's a fair bet at this point, Sam. Those two are very much in love. I'm pleased that Denise seems to have a firm hand of control over her though." Marge said. "Isn't that what she just got away from?" Sam mused. "No love, not at all. Denise may have a firm hand, but it's not a cruel hand. I have no doubt that their nights are sweet." Marge said, stirring the mashed potatoes. "I know... it just seems odd. Here she is fifteen and we're talking about Denise as if she were a life long partner." Sam said. "Love, I was just a year older when you met me. I'd already had sex.... as Cindy has... about the same age as her. Anyway, I picked my lifelong partner when I met you. So it's not that far out of line to consider that Cindy's done the same. She's at least as in love with Denise as I was...and are.. with you." Marge said. "Yeah, I guess. Now that you put it like that." Sam said. "Well, I don't really know that Denise will be Cindy's lifelong partner. But from what I know about her at this point, I'd be tickled to death if she were. That's one fine lady in there. She's smart, caring, conscientious, kind, well educated and motivated. We could do a whole lot worse for our child." Marge said. "Not to mention nice to look at and well packaged." Sam said. "That's a point. She's physically active. She keeps herself in shape. She'll teach Cindy to do the same." Marge said. "You sound like you'd like to date her yourself." Sam chuckled. "Darling, if I didn't have you and she wasn't Cindy's girl, then I'd be stuck to her like those pants. You've seen the way our daughter smiles. That's no phony smile. Betty had the same one when she wasn't showing concern for Cindy at the hospital." Marge said. "Speaking of which, how is that going to work?" Sam asked. "As I understand it, no change. Cindy's in addition to Betty. Cindy doesn't mind. I think Cindy's a bit attracted to her too so it will work out okay." Marge said. "Whatever happened to one on one?" Sam asked. "Ask your grandfather, the one who had four wives." Marge chuckled. "Point taken.... I'm just concerned about Cindy." Sam said. Marge came by and sat on his lap, kissing him softly. "Cindy will be just fine love. She's in the best hands she could possibly be in. If it doesn't last, fine. Denise will give her the strength to deal with that. In the meantime she's as happy as she's ever been. And we don't have to worry about her getting pregnant and not finishing school." she said. "I hadn't thought about that.... This whole thing sounds better all the time. Think she'd adopt us too?" Sam asked. Marge chuckled. "No love. You're not her type. And it sounds to me like she has a fairly full social roster." she said. "Okay.... now, are you the slightest bit interested in having another child?" Sam asked. Marge looked at him sharply. "Not really, no. Why?" she asked. "Because, my love. I was thinking about getting my tubes snicked. So we could do away with the goulashes." Sam said. Marge kissed him. "I think that's one of the better ideas you ever had. I wish that you'd done it fifteen years ago, right after we had Cindy." she said. "Okay.. I'll schedule it as soon as possible so I'll be recovered in time for our little vacation." Sam said. "That would be very nice.... I can't wait to see you in those bikini underwear." Marge giggled. "And I can't wait to see you in the lingerie.... tonight after they leave?" he asked. "My thoughts exactly." Marge giggled, kissing him again. "Okay, love. This part will take a little while. It will repack your drive and search for any bad sectors on your disk. You remember what I showed you last week?" Denise asked Cindy. "Yup. I can run all that stuff. I know how to get to it and how to run it." Cindy said, smiling. "Good.. I'll teach you even more in my class. We'll turn you into a computer pro yet." Denise said, kissing her. "Since that part will take a while... can I sit on your lap again?" Cindy asked. Denise smiled and opened her arms. Cindy moved onto her lap. They snuggled and kissed a bunch before Marge called them for dinner. "So where are you going on your vacation?" Denise asked, over dinner. "We were thinking of not telling you in case we decided not to come back." Sam chuckled. "That works for me." Denise said, squeezing Cindy's hand. "You will come back and visit when I'm over eighteen, won't you?" Cindy asked. "Sounds about right." Sam said. "Sam has a work associate that was nice enough to loan us his cabin in the mountains of Utah. No phone, miles away from civilization. We'll leave you the number of the ranger station in case you have an emergency." Marge said. "And it better be a real emergency or it will be." Sam giggled. "The mountains of Utah? I hope it has a good heater. It will be very cold there you know." Denise said. "Fifty-four inch rock faced fireplace. R-40 insulation. He has supplemental electric heat. He has a minimum power bill each month that he never gets close to. So we can crank the electric heat all we want if we get too lazy to build a fire." Sam said. "It will still be bitter cold outside. So I guess you won't get out much." Denise chuckled. "Sounds perfect. Two weeks alone in a nice snuggly cabin. With nothing to do.... sheer heaven." Marge said, rolling her eyes. "Gosh, so I guess you'll be real bored then?" Denise chuckled. "Only if we can't find each other. I've dreamed of getting this lady alone and naked for two weeks for eighteen years now." Sam chuckled. "Daddy! Please. I just got used to the idea of you two having sex. Give me a break, huh?" Cindy asked. "Funny, I just got used to the idea of *you two* having sex." Sam replied. Cindy blushed bright red. Denise chuckled. "What did you think we were doing?" Marge asked. "It never occurred to me." Cindy said. "Darling, if we hadn't been having sex, you would not be here." Sam said. "Yes, Denise pointed that out to me. It's just sort of hard thinking about your parents having sex." Cindy said. "No harder than thinking about your child having sex. So you thought that maybe we quit after you were born?" Sam asked. "Well, no.... I don't know. I guess I never really thought about it. I guess I thought you stopped about thirty or so." Cindy said. "God, I hope not. That's just a few years away for me. So you thought I was only good for a few years?" Denise teased. Cindy blushed bright red again. She was getting frustrated. "Think we teased her enough yet?" Sam asked. "No... She'd better get used to it now." Marge said. "Okay... Lets see how red this gets her.... I've been curious, just how do you *do it* anyway?" Sam asked. "*Daddy!*" Cindy gasped. "Seriously?" Denise asked. "Yes, seriously." Sam said. "Well, I would guess that it's not a whole lot different than the way you two do it. You find out what parts feel good when they get rubbed and you rub them. Using whatever you choose to rub them with. You keep rubbing them until you blow all the circuit breakers. There are some tools that are more sensitive than others for rubbing with. You can sense just how close the breakers are to popping, so you back off a bit, you hover around that point until melt down is close and then you trip the whole panel." Denise said. Sam nodded. Cindy was crimson red. "Okay, I think that's about enough. Cindy's about to use up all her blood on her face." Marge chuckled. "You did that very discretely. I'm impressed. Speaking of popping breakers. I'd love to talk physics with you sometime." Sam said. "Sure, love to. Any particular part?" Denise asked. "Yeah, I've always been baffled by quantum physics. I don't have a clue what it's all about." Sam said. "Really? That surprises me. I would have sworn you would have learned that in college." Denise said. "I learned answers to questions, and I learned how to learn. I didn't get a very good understanding of things." Sam said. "Oh... Well, quantum mechanics is really quite simple. You know about the different orbits around an atom having different voltage potentials?" Denise asked. "Yeah, I got that part." Sam said. "Okay, an electron drops from one orbit down to another. You take the voltage difference between the two levels and divide it by Planck's constant, and it tells you the frequency of the photon emission, actually the wavelength. The reciprocal of the frequency in meters." Denise said, cutting another piece off her roast. Sam looked dumbfounded. "That's it?" he asked. "Pretty much so. The rest of the theory also tells you about spin and angular momentum and such. For predicting a probability of an orbit. But what I just told you is the main gist of the deal." Denise said. "Why didn't they tell me that in college?" Sam moaned. "Don't know.... particle physics has come a long way in the past fifteen years. But that part was well known for a long time. I think Planck got the Nobel prize for it in 1918." Denise said. "What the heck are you two talking about?" Cindy asked. "A very famous theory in physics. It determines such things as the color of the light coming from that bulb over the sink. Given a measurement of the frequency of that light, I could tell you what atomic ionization transitions were being made in the wire inside of it." Denise said. "I still don't know what you are talking about... at least it isn't sex though." Cindy said. "Personally, I find it fascinating." Sam said. "I know you do dear. I've learned to tolerate it over the years. Looks like you'd better learn the same, Cindy. Or better yet, *learn* what it is she's talking about." Marge said. "I would be most pleased to teach Cindy physics.... If she want's to learn, that is. Not everybody cares about that stuff." Denise said. "I'll bet you would be a very fine physics teacher. You make things seem simple. That explanation you just gave me made a whole bunch of things clear to me.... Like lasers. Now I understand why which gas you use determines the color of the light. I never understood that before." Sam said. "Yes, that's true of everything but Ring Dye Laser's. Then you can pull just about any color light out of just about any source. But that works on harmonics and frequency differences between them." Denise said. "That's a neat trick." Sam said. "Yes, I thought so too." Denise said. Cindy looked baffled. Marge looked happily complacent. "I think we've fairly well lost these two." Denise chuckled. "I know... That's Marge's '*Yes, I'm listening dear, but I don't fathom a word you're saying*' look. I know it well. She's been a real sport about it over the years. She's learned how to pick out the stuff that's important to me. She knows when something is a success or a failure for me. She's equally willing to share in both." Sam said, squeezing Marge's hand. "You mean you knew all this time that I didn't understand a word you were saying and you still said them?" Marge asked. "Yes. Because you did pick out that important stuff. It doesn't matter to me that you understand what I do. Damn few people on earth understand what I do. What's important is that recognition of when something is a success and when it is a failure and the willingness to share both. That's meant an awful lot to me over the years." Sam said. Marge kissed him on the cheek. "Then you just keep on talking your mumbo jumbo and I will muddle through the sludge in search of the pearl." she said. Dinner was just about over. Denise polished off her last bite of roast and wiped her lip with her napkin. "Great dinner, Marge." she said. "Thank you. Some desert? I've got some pecan pie." Marge offered. "Oh... I love pecan pie.... maybe just a small slice." Denise said, bussing her dishes. Cindy bussed her own and Sam's. Marge handed hers over to Cindy on the way to get dessert. "Sam?" Marge asked. "Just a small slice for me as well, please." Sam replied. "Cindy?" Marge asked. "No thanks." she said, "More coffee, Denise?" she asked. "Please... if there's enough to go around." Denise replied. "Always in this house." Marge giggled. Cindy warmed up everybody's coffee, including her own. She added her adjustments. The others drank it black. Marge put the pie segments into the microwave and warmed them. "This is the part of science that I like. No waiting for an oven to heat up and then make the room hot. The heat happens inside the food where it belongs." she said. "Yes, by friction. The microwaves collide with the molecules in the food - actually they induce magnetostriction in them- and cause them to vibrate. The vibration between the molecules encounters friction, which creates heat. Like rubbing your palms together." Denise said. "All I care about is that it does it's thing when I push the buttons." Marge giggled. "It took a long time to get it there. Actually the first food heated by microwaves was a chocolate bar in the pocket of a lab coat of an engineer working on a leaky radar system. He wondered about how it got melted, and realized it was the microwaves. He sent an assistant out for some pop- corn, which was the first food purposefully cooked by microwaves. They put it in the wave guide and turned on the radar unit. It popped. And the microwave oven was born." Denise said. "I've heard that story before. I don't know the origin of it though." Sam said. "I'm not certain. I think I heard Bell Labs... but it could have been just about anybody working with microwaves." Denise said. "So is everything going to inspire a lecture?" Cindy asked, chuckling a bit. Denise looked at her a moment. "Yes, my love. This is who I am. This is what excites me mentally. I love physics and I love teaching. A question or just the suggestion of a subject elicits a response from me. I feel compelled to explain what I know about the subject or question. If this bothers you, then it is good that you learn it now. For I am unlikely to change this behavior." she replied, a bit concerned. "No, it doesn't bother me. I sort of like it. But it's like being at school all the time." Cindy said. "I am at school all the time. I learn constantly. I plan to keep on learning until the day I die. Perhaps that will be the time when I learn the most. But my education is an ongoing process." Denise replied. "I agree, whole heartedly. I learn everyday at work. I learn here. Denise just taught me something that has baffled me for years. I understand things about my job much better now than when I first got out of college." Sam said. "Well, I desire to know everything you know. But I have my preferences about the things I enjoy learning the most." Cindy said, sitting on Denise's lap again and kissing her cheek. "There we are, back to sex again." Sam chuckled. Cindy blushed again. "I swear, darling. You are going to run out of red." Denise said, touching her cheek softly. Marge served the pie. "Let her eat her desert in peace, Cindy." she said. "Thank you, Marge. It's okay. I can eat with one hand." Denise said. She took her fork and managed to get a bite to her lips, then took another and fed it to Cindy. "Mmm good pie." Denise said. Cindy nodded, munching. "So what's on your agenda for the weekend?" Sam asked. "Well, tomorrow I thought we'd go do a little shopping. We'll go to a cross town mall to reduce the chance of observation. But I don't think being seen together on Saturday is that big a deal anyway... Then I'm going out on my weekly run. If Cindy want's to join me I'll run some of this pie off her. Then dinner and perhaps a videotaped movie." Denise said, feeding Cindy another bite and taking one herself. "She likes these sappy old romantic comedies. I've gotten where I kind of like them myself." Cindy giggled. "Like what movies?" Marge asked. "I like the old Carry Grant comedies. The *Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer* is one of my favorites, also *My Favorite Wife*. Then maybe something like the *Devil and Miss Jones*." Denise said, sipping on her coffee. "Those are great old movies." Sam said. "Yes, I quite enjoy them myself. Where do you find them?" Marge asked. "I have a little video shop I frequent. They give me a price break because not too many people watch those movie. I'll leave you the address." Denise said. "We got about ten movies for the whole week for twenty bucks." Cindy said. "Did you watch them all?" Sam asked, smirking. "Most.... about seven." Cindy said. "I'm glad you came up to breathe every now and then." Sam chuckled. "*Daddy!*" Cindy gasped. "Man-kind does not live on love alone." Denise said, kissing Cindy's cheek. "Maybe we'll take a bunch of old sappy movies with us on our vacation." Marge said, kissing Sam's cheek. "You all packed, dumpling?" Denise asked, nudging Cindy's side. "Yeah, just about." Cindy said. "Well, don't forget your dress. I want to see how you look in that with proper lingerie." Denise said, scooting her off her lap. Cindy went to pack. "You going to take her out in public in that?" Sam asked. "No. I think we'll do dinner at Betty's tomorrow night. I thought it would be fun for her to dress up." Denise said. "Yes, a girl should know what it's like to dress up and go to a formal dinner. I think that's nice of you." Marge said. "Shhh.. She doesn't know." Denise whispered. Marge smiled at her, but sensed there was more to it. She trusted Denise to protect her daughter so she didn't pursue it. But the thought of Andrea crossed her mind. Cindy came back with her bag. Denise arose to her feet. Sam did his best not to notice how the spandex hugged her body. "Well, thank you for a lovely dinner. I'll have Cindy home Sunday about six in the evening. Did you bring your homework?" she asked, turning to Cindy. Cindy patted her bag and nodded. "I'm glad to see that you don't let her slide on that." Sam chuckled. "You expected less from a teacher?" Denise giggled. Hugging him and kissing his cheek. "No... I'm just glad." Sam chuckled back. Denise hugged and kissed Marge. Cindy hugged and kissed her parents and they hit the road. "Well that was interesting." Denise said, once they were in the car. "Sorry to put you through that. I don't know what got into them, talking about sex like that." Cindy said. "I don't mind a bit, love. I quite enjoyed myself. And as to what that was all about; They are trying to get you comfortable about it. They are trying real hard. Fact is that it was just as *uncomfortable* for them as it was for you." Denise said. "Comfortable for me? God I've seldom been so embarrassed." Cindy gasped. "Embarrassment is rooted in the fact that you still feel you need to be ashamed of your behavior. You don't. Talking about it will make it easier to talk about it. Your embarrassment will go away. That's what they were trying to do." Denise said. "But Daddy's question. How we *do it*? God!" Cindy said. "He's probably genuinely curious. He wants to understand us. To him, sex has always been putting a penis into a vagina. That's what gives him pleasure. He doesn't understand how we can give each other pleasure. He wants to understand. That understanding will make it easier for him to accept us as a couple." Denise said. "Well I'm glad you didn't tell him all. I would have died." Cindy said. "But I did tell him all. What I said can easily be extrapolated into everything we do. Your father is a smart man. He'll think about what I said and figure it out. I didn't say '*I lick her clit until she screams in orgasm, pumping her up to a higher plateau of passion each time I taste her womanhood*'. I didn't have to. That's one of the nice things about language. You can say some pretty embarrassing things in a very descriptive, but nice, manner if you know how. That's what education is about." Denise said. Cindy sort of squirmed in her seat. "God, you're making me hot for you." she said. "Oh... You like hearing what I'm going to do to you?" Denise asked, seductively. Cindy almost moaned in her seat. "So you'd like it if I told you that I was going to pull you gently, but firmly, into my arms and kiss you tenderly. My hands softly tracing over your sensual body." Denise said, hypnotically. Cindy squirmed and nodded. Half moaning an "Uh-huh." "And what if I told you that my warm tongue would roam your mouth in search of what gets you hot. Sliding over yours sensually. Sharing our breath and juices." Denise said. Cindy was fighting the urge to touch herself. Denise's hand slid over her leg and she moaned softly as it touched her inner thigh. "Do you know how lovely you are? Do you know how exciting you are?" Denise asked, softly. "Tell me." Cindy said in a hoarse whisper. "You are as lovely as the dawn. The light of the world shines in your eyes. Your face is stunning. Your cheekbones high. Your dimples adorable. Your eyes electric in depth. I look into your eyes and I sink. I get lost in your great beauty. Your breasts are high and firm, proud upon your chest. Your nipples are sensitive and fun. They are responsive. I can feel them harden under my touch or lips. Your middle is flat and firm. Your back sensitive, but strong and well defined. Your hips just reaching the sexy jog that defines womanhood. Your thighs are sleek and firm. The way your derriere blends with your legs just makes me quiver with desire to touch it. Your legs are strong and sleek, your calves well defined but smooth. The skin soft and pampered. You take care of yourself, and it shows. That soft patch of pubic hair doing credit to the perfect shape for the letter V. I'd like to see that area shaved. I like to look and she how the clitoris peeks out of the cleft of your labia. I want to see how much of an effect I have upon you when I lick you there." Denise said. Cindy moaned and squirmed in her seat. She felt a dampness between her legs. Denise's finger tips just teasing the crotch of her pants. "You are so tender and young. Your skin breathes with life and vitality. It is smooth, untouched by the elements. It screams for release from your clothing. But there is strength in enduring. It adds passion to the moment when I take you in my arms. As I kiss you my hands will feel your breasts. I will reach into your blouse and tease your nipples though your bra. I saw the lingerie you have on. It is sexy. It was all I could do not to take you on your bed with your parents in the other room. It made me wet to see you dressed in them. Making love with you is a pleasure of many mixes. You are as a little girl, innocent, sweet and eager to please, and you are as a woman, wise and smart. Your lips full and warm. I love both. I *need* both. I need to feel your young skin under my fingers. I need to know that I am giving pleasure to that lovely woman. I need to taste your lips, your skin, your nipples. I need to have your fragrance fill my senses. When Andrea came over she wore your robe. She sniffed at it and smiled and said: 'smells like Cindy'. It does. I smell it often at night just to experience your presence in my senses. I need to let you saturate my senses. To have the rich fragrance of your womanhood in my nostrils, let your pheromones touch parts of me only *your* bouquet can. Think about that. Your aroma is distinct to you. In your nose are receptors. There are many thousands of them. An aroma is a mixture that will trigger different combinations of them. That means that you will touch senses that nobody else can. I have an exact set of my receptors that only turn on at the scent of you. That means that you touch a place in my brain that nobody else on earth touches. You are unique in this whole universe. I long to have that spot touched. I long to taste your womanly juices. To taste the *essence* of your sex. I long to know how I am affecting you. I long to know which spot in you I touch. I long to dwell there forever." Denise said, speaking softly, but honestly. Cindy quivered in her seat. She was breathing hard. Her hands feeling the bottoms of her breasts. She moaned again and her body began to convulse. Her hips raised up off the seat and she let out a soft cry as she held her hips aloft. Then she collapsed back into her seat gasping. "I need to see you nude on the bed, laying face down, feeling as you do now. I long to run my fingertips softly over your derrière. To feel your innocent young skin under my fingertips. To feel the softness of them. To feel the deeper firmness, to trace the curve of your cheeks as they join your legs. I need to run my tongue in little circles in the divots of your hips in back. Just at the top of the cheeks. I need to feel your cheeks beneath my fingers as I kiss up your spine. To touch you there, and there, and there. Awakening your skin to the call of desire." Denise said, hypnotically . Cindy grasped her hand and pulled it hard into her crotch as her body again convulsed. Denise pushed her finger in through the material of her pants against her vulva. She mostly paid attention to her driving, which was difficult to do with the hot nubile body writhing in orgasm next to her. Luckily they were in a dark section of town as Denise's hand sat clenching at Cindy's crotch as her hips rose to window height. Cindy let out a low moan and her body shuddered and collapsed back. She was gasping for breath. Tears ran from her eyes. Her face aglow with bliss. "Please....... don't ever leave me." Cindy managed to gasp. Pulling Denise's hand to her mouth and kissing the palm with quivering lips. "I won't ever leave you. I cannot ask the same of you. Instead I only ask that you always love me. As I will always love you." Denise said. "You act as if you expect me to leave." Cindy said, breathlessly. "No my love. I do not know how long we will have. But treating it as a possibility, it lets me savor every second that I am with you." Denise said. "God you're good! Your voice just turns me on. Your confidence, your oozing sensuousness. Your honesty. Your love. It touches that special spot in my ears. The one that nobody else can." Cindy said, breathing more easily. "Thank you. I am honored by your pleasure. Your love is the only inspiration I need to reveal my heart. Now that I know my voice pleases you, I can tell you what is in my heart while I make love with you." Denise said, pulling into her apartment complex and parking before her townhouse. "Did you mean what you said, about longing to see me shaved?" Denise asked. "Yes. I've always liked the sight of a bare labia." Denise said, gathering up her bag. "Okay. We can shave it." Cindy offered, almost dripping in her seat over the thought. "I don't think you wish to do that. It would draw all sorts of attention to you in the locker room and it itches like crazy. Now you may wish to draw all sorts of attention in the locker room, but I doubt you wish to itch. A nice short trim job is just fine. It looks like a bikini cut, leaving just enough hair to define the area. Just long enough to be soft. But short enough to see the cleft of your womanhood." Denise said. "If you don't get me inside and kiss me this minute I'm going to rape you in the parking lot." Cindy half gasped. "Well, then I guess we'd better go inside." Denise said, smiling at her. She locked the car and led Cindy inside. The instant the door was closed Cindy was on her. She kissed her passionately as her hands moved to Denise's breasts and ass. Denise kissed back hard. Holding Cindy's hips pressed to hers. She trapped Cindy's hand between them as she crushed their breasts together. Denise reached back with one hand and twisted the deadbolt on the door and then bent and swept Cindy into her arms. She kissed her deeply as she carried her to the bedroom. Cindy quivered in her arms. Moaning through the kiss. In the bedroom Denise set her on her feet, not on the bed. "And now let me unwrap this wondrous present of your young body. Let me drink it in with my eyes. Let me see you in that sexy lingerie. Let me feel proud that you are my woman." Denise said, softly. Cindy quivered on her legs as Denise's fingers found the buttons of her blouse. She undid them slowly. One at a time. Slowly revealing the tender skin beneath. She reached the last one and left it. Her hands traced up inside the blouse and cupped her breasts through her bra. She slowly spread the upper part of her blouse around her breasts then ran her fingers up and peeled it off the shoulders and half way down the arms. She dipped her head and softly kissed Cindy on the shoulders. Her hands slid down Cindy's sides and over her abdomen. They slipped under the edge of the blouse and found the fastener on her pants. She unbuttoned them and then lowered the zipper slowly. Cindy moaned in delight. Denise's fingers traced inside her pants and over her soft pubic mound. Then for a moment inside the waistband and over Cindy's skin and hair. Then the fingers of both hands traced the waistband around and gently worked their way between her pants and panties. Cupping her ass inside her pants. Then her thumbs began to work the pants lower over her hips. Cindy was moaning loudly. Denise kissed her lips tenderly. Playing tag with her tongue inside the young woman's mouth. Doing as she said as her tongue searched deeply for the spot that turned Cindy on. It *all* turned Cindy on. Denise peeled her pants down her legs, kissing downwards as she descended. She kissed the cleft between her breasts and then skipped down to her navel, swirling her tongue in it. Her hands tracing the legs as she lowered the pants to the floor. Cindy stepped out of them. Denise's hands traced up the outside of the legs and reached around to grasp her cheeks. Her little fingers teasing under the edge as she used them to pull Cindy's hips forward to her. She put her lips upon her panties and breathed warm air through the fabric and over her labia. Cindy moaned softly and quivered. Denise lifted herself up, kissing as she moved. She retraced the pattern of her decent, only she now blew warm breath through Cindy's bra over her nipples. Her hands moving up the back to find her bra strap. She searched the back band and then slid forward and over her breasts. Finding the center closure on the bra. She released it. "Let me see your young, proud breasts. Let me feel them under my lips." Denise said, softly, opening the bra. Cindy felt wet between her legs. Her eyes were closed in abandon as Denise revealed her breasts. "How lovely they are. How soft and pure. Tender and sweet. Their softness reflecting your tender age, their height and firmness your womanhood." Denise said, softly. Her fingertips lightly playing over the skin she had revealed. Cindy moaned softly. "Tell me what you feel." Denise asked softly. "Your touch.... I feel it soft and gentle upon my skin. I feel the warmth of your fingertips as you touch me." Cindy said, breathlessly. Denise's fingers now left for a moment and found the last button on her blouse. She undid it and peeled the blouse down Cindy's arms, taking the bra straps with it. It slipped down Cindy's arms and off. Denise let them drop unheeded. They were only clothes. Now she stood at arms length, softly touching Cindy's breasts. Just teasing the nipples a bit with a touch here and there. Looking at the breasts as she touched them. "There is an age when a woman becomes a woman. It is the age when her body awakens sensually. It is the age where they can feel as you do now. Your skin alive with feeling. Begging to be touched. *Needing* to be touched." Denise said, softly. Cindy's hands found the lower edge of Denise's blouse and lifted it. Sliding inside of it and up onto Denise's breasts. Tracing the outline of her erect nipples through her thin satin bra. At the first touch she wanted to see it. She lifted the blouse up and over Denise's head and cast it aside. Denise's arms sliding up automatically to slip out of the sleeves. Cindy opened her eyes and drank in the sight of Denise's dark nipples showing through the thin silvery material. "What do you see, my love?" Denise asked, softly. "I see your breasts... they are large and firm. They invite my fingers to them. I see the dark circles of your nipples, calling my mouth to them." Cindy replied, quivering. "Uncover them so that they may merge and kiss yours." Denise prodded. Cindy's fingers shook as she found the center closure on Denise's bra. She unhitched it and pulled the cups back. Denise caught her behind the elbows and slowly drew her to her. "Look into my eyes as our breasts merge." Denise said. Cindy looked her in the eyes. The glass of Denise's glasses seeming to amplify the soft green pools. She quivered with anticipation until the first warm touch of a nipple upon hers, then her body shuddered in a gentle orgasm. She wobbled on her legs weakly and Denise supported her by wrapping her arms around her and pulling her hard against her. Cindy's hands descended to trace Denise's body through the thin spandex fabric of her pants. "God you make me hot." Cindy moaned softly. "It is your sensuality that makes us both hot." Denise said, kissing her softly. Cindy found herself kissing back for all she was worth. Again her body quivered in orgasm. She moaned through the kiss. Her hands found the waistband of the stretch pants and began to peel them down. "Leave the panties for now." Denise instructed her. Cindy found the edges of the panties and slipped outside them, continuing to lower the stretch pants. Her fingers tracing over the edges of the French cut panties as she lowered them. She slid down Denise's front as she peeled the pants off like a layer of skin. They hugged her legs all the way down. Cindy's lips found her nipples and she softly nibbled at them with just her lips. Changing sides just momentarily before continuing her decent. "You find out what parts feel good when they get rubbed and you rub them. Using whatever you choose to rub them with. There are some tools that are more sensitive than others for rubbing with." Denise paraphrased herself. "Now you're just teasing." Cindy said, breathlessly. "No, that is what we are doing. We are giving pleasure to each other. The more sensitive tools are your lips and your tongue." Denise said, softly. Cindy responded by placing her mouth over Denise's labia and breathing through the fabric, warming her clitoris as Denise had done to her. Her hands pushed the pants all the way down and Denise lifted first one and then the other leg and let Cindy peel them off. Then Denise lifted Cindy gently under her arms and she rose kissing back upwards. Denise turned Cindy in her arms and wrapped her hands around her abdomen. "Look at us. In the mirror. See how well we fit together?" Denise asked, softly, whispering in her ear. Cindy looked and quivered at the sight. Denise traced her fingers upwards and over her breasts as she looked over Cindy's shoulder and pressed her face against her cheek. Cindy snuggled back against her. Feeling Denise's breasts against her back. Moving a bit to excite them further or just to feel them move upon her back. "Watch as I reveal your womanhood." Denise said softly, tracing her fingers back down over Cindy's sides and abdomen. They traced the edges of her panties. Feeling under the edge. Exciting the area lightly. Then dipped between her legs from each side and softly teased the labia from either side. Then they followed the natural valleys on either side and traced back up to the waistband. They snaked inside and repeated their whole circuit. Cindy moaning softly as she watched, entranced. The second time around the thumbs hooked in the waistband and slowly lowered the panties over the hips. The fingers teasing the skin as it was exposed. Soon, the dark patch of pubic hair became visible. Denise played her fingertips in it like it was cotton candy. All the while continuing to lower the panties. When they crossed the tip of the V Denise began to lower herself, kissing Cindy down her spine as she pushed the panties down to the floor. Her lips kissing along the sensitive edges of the cheeks. Her breath warm and soft between them. Cindy stepped out of her panties, examining herself in the mirror. She looked sexy. Then she felt Denise's tongue swirling around the dimples on her lower back. Her eyes closed a moment and she savored the feeling that Denise had predicted in the car. Denise's fingers traced around the hips and back down the natural valleys. Again she just teased the labia with the tips of her fingers as she kissed up Cindy's spine. Goose bumps arose on Cindy's body and she quivered inside. The fingers softly spread her labia and she saw the shinny reflection of her erect clitoris. Denise now kissed her shoulder and replaced her cheek next to hers. Further spreading the labia. "Do you see your womanhood. That shinny button there. It's soul purpose is to give you pleasure. When I touch it with my fingertips it makes you want to melt inside." Denise whispered in her ear. Cindy moaned softly. Her whole body was quivering with desire. Denise kissed her on her neck as her fingertips just brushed the tip of her clitoris. At first Cindy felt herself melting, then it was like a jolt past through her body as her abdomen contracted in a gentle orgasm. Denise supported her as her eyes rolled and the soft cry escaped her lips. The hands now firm on her hips in support. She moved her hips behind Cindy, rubbing the front of her panties against her soft cheeks. "Look at how lovely you are in your pleasure." Denise prompted, softly. Cindy opened her eyes and moaned at the sight. Denise stepped around her and drew her hands around her abdomen. Cindy looked over her shoulder and she followed Denise's example. She observed in the mirror as she teased her breasts and then her fingers found their way along the edge of her panties. She found herself standing on her tip-toes to see what she was doing better. She made the complete circuit that Denise had on her and then began to work the panties down. gulping at the sight of Denise's blonde pubic patch. Neatly trimmed and just as she had told Cindy to do hers. She lowered the panties and became excited at the sight of the cleft when it appeared. Much sooner than her own. Less obstructed by hair. "Trim my hair like that." Cindy asked. "Later, my love. For now enjoy the view as you reveal my womanhood." Denise said, softly. Cindy quivered as she lowered the panties. She felt a surge of sexual excitement as Denise's erect clitoris was revealed. She began to kiss down her back as she lowered the panties slowly down her legs. When her lips touched Denise's cheeks and the panties hit the floor, Denise stepped out of them. She felt Cindy's lips along her cheeks and then her tongue in the dimples in her lower back. She repeated all the moves that Denise had used upon her. softly peeling the labia back as she finally peeked over Denise's shoulder. Denise turned in her arms and turned them sideways to the mirror. "Watch as our breasts touch and our nude bodies come into contact. Watch where I touch. Watch where you touch. Notice as each inch of skin comes into contact. See how good we look together." Denise told her. Cindy watched in the mirror as their bodies came into contact. Denise began to let her fingers roam over Cindy's body. Cindy followed suit. "Let your fingers roam where they will. They need not follow mine. Feel what you wish to feel. See how it looks." Denise said, softly. Cindy shuddered against her and again Denise supported her body as her knees felt like collapsing. A low moan escaped Cindy's lips, but she kept her eyes on the mirror. The contraction got bigger and stronger. Denise kissed her neck and then began to kiss downwards. She first bent and softly sucked one of Cindy's hard nipples between her lips. Her body sinking as her lips pivoted on the nipple. Cindy's eyes locked on the sight in the mirror. She saw Denise tease her sides and cheeks. She moaned in delight. Denise continued her decent until she was on her knees. Then she used Cindy's hips to guide her forward into her lips. Turning her body to let her see as she licked and kissed along one of the natural valleys. Cindy thought she would die from pleasure when they came near her labia. Again her body shuddered in orgasm. Her breath now heavy in her chest. She moaned as her body quivered and shook. Again she kept her eyes upon the scene in the mirror. Seeing Denise's beauty as she kissed her labia. Then her tongue snaked out and lightly licked upwards between her lips. A jolt passed through Cindy and she cried out as a massive contraction took her. "Your scent is like ambrosia perfume to me. It makes me want to consume your soul with my tongue." Denise said, softly. Cindy shivered and quaked. She was barely able to stand. Suddenly Denise rocked to her feet and held her firm in her arms. Cindy's eyes diverted at the last moment from the mirror as Denise found her lips. She experienced her own scent in her nostrils and she swooned in it. Abandon to the kiss and anything that Denise chose to do to her. Denise slowly walked her back and lay her gently upon the bed. Then stood over her. "How lovely you look. Your hair splayed upon the pillow. Your breasts full and inviting as are your lips. Your womanhood open in invitation to my lips." Denise said, softly tracing her fingers over Cindy's skin. Denise set her glasses aside and Cindy's eyes locked onto the emerald green pools that had been the key to her love for Denise. Her desire was as strong as she had ever felt it. Her love deeper than she had ever known. Denise moved over her on the bed. She kissed Cindy deeply as her fingers traced her body. They found her nipples and teased them. One hand softly traced her inner thigh. Down and then up again, just touching her womanhood before moving on. The lips descended and Cindy's eyes shifted back to the mirror, now reflecting Denise as she moved over her. Kissing her body and making every skin cell feel alive. Lips were on her nipples, nibbling at them. A warm tongue wet it and then she felt a chill as Denise drew a breath around it, then the warmth of the tongue again. All the while her fingers teasing and caressing her skin. Then the lips moved to the other nipple and treated it the same. Finally they began their decent down over her abdomen. The tongue again swirled in her navel and then over to the side and inside her hip bone. Skipping to the other side it did the same. Then skipped side to side as it descended down the natural valleys to her woman hood. Denise pushed her legs apart gently and moved between them. Then she kissed along Cindy's inner thigh. "I have dreamed of doing this..... Your rich aroma..... fills my senses..... Your nectar.... awaits my tongue...." Denise said, between kisses. Cindy's hands moved to her own breasts. Her eyes now shifting between the mirror and a direct view of Denise as she zeroed in on her womanhood. Cindy shuddered gently as the tongue touched her labia. It traced along the edges of her lips and up over and around the clitoris without touching it. Then fingers gently spread her lips. "My deepest desire is within my vision. Your fragrance fills my senses. You are wet with your desire. My reward for the pleasure of feeling your skin under my fingers. Your deepest pleasure my deepest reward. The deeper your pleasure the deeper my reward. I now partake of the essence of your womanhood." Denise said, softly. She licked along the inner edges of the labia. Tracing the outline with her tongue. The movement deepened and Cindy thought she would melt with pleasure. The tongue soft and warm at the portal of her womb. It delved and Cindy's hips began to quake. Denise let a moan of pleasure escape her lips as she delved into her womanhood. Then she seemed consumed with it. Cindy felt the tongue pushed up inside her. Wishing it would go all the way in to her cervix. Denise twisted it and lapped about. Savoring her juices. "A wonderfully delicate vintage." Denise said, between licks. Cindy thought she would explode. The release of her many orgasms somehow held again in limbo. She felt her body climbing the ladder or passion as her breath became ragged in her throat. Her exhales a soft moan of delight. She was pinching her nipples and her head rolled softly from side to side. Her body seemed to quiver on the edge. Denise kept her there, pumping up her passion. Each time she approached the abyss Denise would back off a bit. A finger snaked inside her and found her G- spot. Cindy wanted to scream but instead quivered more. Her breath now a gasping wheeze in her lungs. The tongue touched her clitoris and like a shot she was back to the edge. Denise's senses detected this an let her slide back again. Again the tongue touched her most sensitive spot. Then was gone again. Each time lingering longer until it was flicking side to side over the top. Cindy moaned as tears ran from her eyes. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her head now whipping side to side. Denise played her like a fine instrument. Pumping her up again and again. Each time a little higher. Cindy thought she would die if she didn't feel release soon. "You can sense just how close the breakers are to popping, so you back off a bit, you hover around that point until melt down is close and then you trip the whole panel." Denise's voice reached her, like a memory of a prophesy. Cindy thought she would explode. Denise led her to the edge again and left her hover there on the very precipice. Then she let her slide back just a bit and then dug in and lashed at her clitoris viciously as the finger on her G-spot rubbed it rhythmically. Cindy shot over the edge and it felt like the top of her head blew off. Her hips arched up off the bed as her lungs emptied in a primal scream. Denise followed the movements of her hips adroitly. Her tongue never missing a lick. Her lips around her clitoris like a guide, centering the tongue upon it's target. Cindy's hips held aloft as the massive contraction seemed to grip her whole body like an electric shock. Cindy had no more breath left to scream with. Her mouth agape like a fish out of water. The contraction continued until she thought she would break, then she collapsed back upon the bed gasping and moaning as the warm wave of pleasure engulfed her and she was gone. It seemed she was floating in a warm white mist. A fog surrounded her and made her body feel light as a feather. She slowly became aware of the warm body that touched the length of hers and the fingertips that caressed her back softly as the arms held her body in their warm embrace. There were bare, firm breasts pressed against hers. Then she became aware of every inch of warm skin that touched her. Her breath still ragged and deep. Lips upon her cheek and kissing her tears away. The fragrance of her womanhood filling her senses. "I will... love you... forever." Cindy gasped, holding on for dear life. "As I will you, my adorable, sweet heart." Denise's words whispered in her ears. Cindy held her to her for a long time. Just reveling in the feel of their bodies' contact. Denise caressed her tenderly. "You are my wildest dreams come true. You are joy beyond joy. You are my love. You will dwell in my heart, forever." she said, softly. Cindy quivered in her arms. "How can you do this to me? How can you make me feel *more* when I have already felt all that I knew existed and beyond? How can I love more than with all my heart? Yet that is what you make me feel. You make me feel a goddess." she said, tears of joy running from her eyes. "You are a goddess to my eyes." Denise said, softly kissing her tears. Cindy hugged her for all she was worth. Then rolled her onto her back. She began to try to repay her. Feeling woefully inadequate to the task. Denise felt a different version of that. Feeling unworthy of the love she felt from the stunning young woman. Cindy seemed to have mastered her technique as she pumped Denise to the same heights that she had her. Holding her on the edge and keeping her there until it seemed every fiber of her soul screamed for release. Then she tripped her over. Denise seemed to explode off the bed. Her hips thrusting upwards into Cindy's warm tongue as her lungs emptied themselves with her cry of passion. Then as Denise floated in the same warm mist, Cindy's warm arms were about her. They caressed and comforted her. They reassure her. Warm words of love were in her ears, soft, tender, soothing her soul. Denise floated in her arms and knew she had found her life's desire. "I will love you forever and ever." Denise gasped as she hugged Cindy to her body. They continued to caress each other. Somehow the covers made it over them and they caressed each other to sleep. They clung to each other in their sleep. Each time one would roll away, the other would find her and snuggle to her. They awoke in the morning almost simultaneously. They just seemed to sink into each other's eyes and stay there, just looking at each other until they melted together into a soft kiss. "My darling. You get an A+ in lovemaking." Denise said softly. She softly touched Cindy's cheek. "I had the most excellent teacher on the whole planet." Cindy replied, also softly. "I don't know how, but I love you more each time I touch you, each time I look into your eyes, each time I feel you in my arms. Each time I think of you. You are beyond the size of my heart. My love for you encompasses my whole being. You are my life, my joy and my love." Denise said, getting misty eyed. "You may fear that this will end. But it will not. I will never leave you. I want to feel you in my arms every day for the rest of eternity. I would go without the touch of another forever if I could but once again feel your lips upon mine." Cindy said. They hugged. It lasted a long time. It was as if they had melted their souls together. They were inseparable for all time. They felt no need to make love again at the moment. Eventually their bodies drove them out to the bathroom where they used the facilities and then showered together. Almost hugging the whole time. They washed each others bodies with their own.. Then softly toweled each other dry. They hugged and kissed frequently as the day progressed. They cooked together, joined at the hip like Siamese twins. They fed each other at the table. They kissed between bites. They cleaned each others lips with their own. They were in love. As deeply in love as any two people have ever been. Cindy sat snuggled in Denise's lap as they sipped their coffee. "Do you still fear this will end?" Cindy asked, softly. "First answer me this. Answer with your heart. Do not tell me what you think I wish to hear. I wish to know the truth; Does it bother you -*at all*- that I love Betty?" Denise asked in reply. "At first it did... but not now. I could never keep you from something that brought you happiness. I care for her myself. She is kind and wonderful and loving. But most importantly to me. She touches a part of you that I can not, just as I touch a part of you that she can not. I like what her touching that part of you does for you. She is thus part of my love for you. I did not understand that before. Now I do." Cindy replied, snuggling to her. Denise had held her gaze as she answered, there was no waver in her focus. There was sincerity in her voice. Denise had tears dripping down her cheeks. She hugged Cindy tightly to her and buried her face in her bosom. "What is wrong, my love? I am sorry if I hurt you. You said to speak honestly." Cindy asked, concerned. "*Nothing* is wrong. Everything is *right*. I am so happy I could bust wide open.... " Denise gasped, sobbing against her. "I do not understand. Why the tears, my love?" Cindy asked, cradling her to her breast. Her own tears sprung unbidden to her eyes as her heart ached for Denise. Denise hugged her close and forced herself to breathe regularly. When she was calmer she lifted her head to look into Cindy's magnificent eyes. "They are tears of joy, my love..... Last night we crossed a threshold that few have passed in the history of the world. Our souls are wed. Our love exceeded the size of our hearts and must dwell within each other to exist. My one fear against perfection was that my love of Betty would block your love. For I love her as I do you. Our souls are wed as well. I could not cope with the loss of either of you now. With your understanding I am whole. My soul has come home. I no longer fear your departure. For I know you feel it too. Look inside yourself right now. Do you feel it? Do you feel any of the pain that was there previously? Or do you feel an encompassing warmth that touches your very essence?" Denise asked, tearfully. Tears dripped down Cindy's face and she hugged Denise with all her might. "I feel it. The pain is gone. I feel the warmth. It is forever. I am yours forever." she gasped. Denise pushed aside Cindy's robe and tenderly kissed her directly over her heart. "With these lips I thee wed, for all time, for eternity." she said, solemnly. Cindy hugged her with tears rolling from her own eyes. Then she slipped off her lap and knelt before her. She opened Denise's robe and repeated the vow as she kissed her tenderly over her heart. Denise held her to her breast. Cindy stood and Denise moved into her arms. Their lips met in the most sensual kiss of their life. Then they led each other back to the bedroom. Once there, they led each other in a duet of love. Each knowing the perfect action to take at a given moment. Their passion slow and easy. Surety in their hearts. Again and again they pleased each other. They joined together in mutual orgasm, their eyes locked together, their souls entwined. Each touching a part of the other that the rest of the world would never understand. Then they lay together softly kissing. They kissed tenderly for hours. Their lips drawn together again and again. Beyond their control. They filled each other up. Supping the essence of each other in total abandon. Then they lay together touching each others skin. Thrilling in the touch under their fingers. Thrilling in the touch of the fingers upon them. They finally lay together entwined like snakes. For a long time they lay there feeling the warmth of each others bodies. Finally Cindy slipped out of her arms and returned with two cups of coffee. Denise sat up against the padded, slanted headboard and Cindy lay cuddled in her arms as they sipped their coffee. They seemed to glow from within. Not a word had been spoken since their return to the bedroom. None had been needed. They were inadequate for what they both felt. "How casually the world casts the word *love* about Never knowing what it really means." Denise mused, touching Cindy's cheek softly. Cindy nodded. A flicker of a frown crossed her lips. "Your other love?" Denise immediately recognized. "Yes... I desire her to feel this. My heart grieves that she cannot." Cindy replied, softly. "Perhaps she shall. For now you are *her* teacher. You shall have the opportunity. She shall be in your arms tonight." Denise said. "Tonight?" Cindy asked, at once grateful and fearful. "Yes, my love. Tonight we are to sup at Betty's house. You will wear your new dress. You will be a stunning vision of loveliness. There will be the confidence of our love in your walk. You shall move with the grace of our tenderness. To others you will seem to be a goddess. But *I* will *know* that you are. Andrea will be there. She will be struck by your beauty and grace as an arrow through her heart. She shall be naked and formless as clay for you to sculpt. You shall take her into your arms and kiss her with a tenderness that shall touch her soul. You shall shape her heart. She will be at your beckoning. You must heal the pain she feels over the damage she has done you. You must let her see your heart, let her feel it. Let her know the love you feel for her. She will observe the stunning, feeling woman you have become. She will long to become that herself. You will guide her with your understanding and tenderness. For now you understand. That special place that only one person can touch. You know that you will touch her as no other has. You will know that she feels the same from Bobby. Our love, yours and mine, shall be your strength. It is endless and boundless. It is a tool of healing for her troubled soul. She shall be yours as I am yours. When you feel her emergence into the woman you *know* she can be, you will dress her so. We will go out today and you will select the finest clothing that befits the woman she will be. You will be guided by your heart in your selections. When the time comes you will adorn her with your selections. You will fix her hair, color her nails, add glistening to her lips. She will be the most lovely thing your heart has beheld. Then, thus adorned, you will pull her into your arms and your souls will melt together as you kiss." Denise said, speaking softly, confidently. "I will do this.... But I have no money." Cindy said. "All I have is yours. I desire to do this for you. I desire to do this for her. For she also touches a place within me. By the time of our arrival Betty will touch that place within her. Your love completes the circle." Denise said, kissing Cindy's cheek. Cindy shivered against her and tears seeped into her eyes. "Will she really know this?" she asked. "Yes, if not tonight, then soon." Denise replied. "I don't know if I can do this. I do not know if I am strong enough. " Cindy said. "Let our love be your strength. Let your heart be your guide. You will not fail. Your love is pure and sweet. It is a force that can move mountains. It is a force that can sway a soul. Andrea's soul. She needs our strength. She needs our love. She needs our understanding. When she knows she has this, that same strength shall be hers. That love shall be hers. That understanding shall be hers." Denise said, her arm about Cindy's body, just below her breasts. Cindy placed her hand over Denise's. The fingers entwined, a perfect fit. They sipped at their coffee in silence for a time. "You planned this." Cindy said, easily. "I had only goals in mind. There is no way that I could have expected or planned what we feel. You gave me the key to your heart last night in the car. I had thought that I would have to teach Andrea myself. My concern over you is greater than my love of her. I would have to try to balance the healing that she needed with my concern over your heart. But now I see that you are the perfect one to guide her transition into the woman she can become. Your heart is healed. With that healing comes the understanding that is needed for her transition. You *understand* what is within her. You touched hearts, perhaps briefly, but they did touch. She feels the pain of what she did to you. It is acute in her soul. Only your forgiveness and love can heal her properly. She must prostrate herself to you in apology. And you must be strong. You must let her pain *burn itself out*. You will be gentle, but firm with her. When your heart aches to take her too soon, you will draw upon the strength of our love. You must watch her abasement. You must smile at it in the knowledge that it is the *refiners fire* of her soul. That it heals her. As it heals, her soul will become hungry for your love. She will never again dare even consider your previous treatment. For once you are entwined, such a hurt would be felt stronger by her...... Hit me." Denise said. "What?" Cindy asked, startled. "Hit me. Strike my face with your palm. Make my face sting." Denise said. Tears sprung to Cindy's eyes. "*Please*, my love... I cannot." she cried. "You cannot because that blow would strike ten times deeper inside of you. When Andrea feels this same love, she will be the same toward you. Do you see?" Denise asked. Cindy hugged her tightly and nodded. "Come my love. We have much to do today. I desire the world to see you at my side. They may not know the depth of our love, but I do. And you do. I will revel in the feeling of pride to have such a goddess for my love." Denise said, sipping the last of her coffee and then kissing Cindy softly. Something had definitely changed in their relationship as they went about the day outside. There was no longer the burning need to show each other their love. In it's place was a warm constant glow of their love. They could feel each other from across the stores. They did not need to touch or speak of it. It was just there. First they bought some shoes for Cindy to match her dress. Heels just high enough to push her derrière into perfection while being comfortable to walk in and wear. They would come back when Cindy selected a dress for Andrea. As Denise was closer to Andrea's height and size, almost exactly, she served as model for Cindy. Cindy picturing Andrea in each outfit. She selected an electric blue evening gown that was simple and elegant. Then they purchased the rest of the ensemble to match the dress. Including full lingerie, shoes and veined stockings. They purchased Cindy some good running shoes while they were at it. Cindy dug in her purse and seemed distressed. "What troubles you?" Denise asked, as they walked down the mall. "I wanted to select some lingerie for you. That I could see you in, I just don't have enough." Cindy said. Denise guided her back to the lingerie store. "Tonight I wear an emerald green dress that matches my eyes. Choose accordingly." she said. "But I have not enough." Cindy protested. "I desire to do this for you. It is for my pleasure of seeing the look upon your face as you observe me in it. Please, pick your greatest desire so that my pleasure may be greater." Denise whispered to her. Cindy smiled at her and picked a scandalous outfit that would have swayed a mother superior. It was all Cindy could do not to sweep Denise into her arms and kiss her passionately in the dressing room. The sales girl baffled by their multiple trips, but happy over the sale. "Now, a jogging outfit for you. Spandex shorts, I think. I want them to hug every freckle of your buns. Then a sports top that will support you without hiding your proud breasts. Then sweats to warm your skin and hide it all from all the world but me." Denise said, quietly as she guided Cindy to another store. "You are making me wet again." Cindy whispered back. "Good. Then we match." Denise said, smiling at her. They shared a light lunch in the food court. Then on the way back to Denise's she stopped at a wine store. There was no problem in the state they lived in over Cindy being in the store, she just could not purchase. Denise guided her around the store explaining each wine as they passed. Telling her what foods it would go with and what it would clash with. She told her of her selection for that evening and asked Cindy which she should pick based upon what she had told her. Cindy pointed to almost the perfect one. "Very good. That would be fine, but this one here will be excellent because of the vintage and locale. The Mendicino wines tend to be just a touch sweeter. It takes the edge off of the dryness and will be more palatable to you and Andrea. I'd better get two." Denise said, picking up the two, and one of the ones that Cindy had pointed to for comparison. Next they stopped by the gourmet food store and placed their order for that evening ahead of time so that it would be ready precisely on time. Next they returned to Denise's house to drop off their purchases and change. Denise held Cindy against the inside of the door as they kissed passionately. Their passion flaring the instant they were inside. "Come, my love. Our passion will serve as a burning strength to drive our exercise. We will observe each other as we run. The passion will be merciless in pushing us toward our limits. Now let me drool over that running outfit we got you." Denise said. "Which one?" Cindy asked. "It is brisk today, but not cold. The first one. The other is for when it is cold. Our exertions will keep us warm. Our sweats comfort us on the way there and back." Denise told her. Cindy dimpled at her and kissed her softly before heading off to change. She blushed as Denise drank in the vision of her perfection once the outfit was on. "Now lets see you in your outfit." Cindy commanded. Denise smiled at her and changed. The outfit no less dangerous. The snug shorts defining the lips of her labia. It shimmered as she moved. "When we get back, I wish you to trim me. I want it just like yours." Cindy said. "My pleasure." Denise said, donning her sweats. Cindy donned hers and they drove to the park. Having shared another deep kiss before they left the house. At the park Denise showed her how to stretch out her muscles and warm up before their run. Then they stripped off their sweats and locked them in the car. Denise led off at an easy pace. Cindy at her side. They swung heads as they past, both male and female. "You see how jealous they are of us?" Denise said, grinning. "They would be more jealous indeed if they knew what we know." Cindy puffed back. "Now let your mind focus upon your body. Each foot fall is a tool to your perfection. The exercise will clear your mind and ease your tension. When you've had a stressful week it will bring you back to your center, your focus. Your cares will slip away and you can concentrate upon what is really important. This lap is but a warm up. You will find your wind and your stamina. Next time around we will push ourselves, the last time we will slowly cool down. Then we will walk and your body will feel gloriously alive." Denise said, lightly puffing. They lapsed into silence except for the puff of their breath. Cindy's a bit faster and ragged. "Count your paces. Time your breathing with your foot falls. Four or five strides to the cycle of intake or output. Observe your surroundings. Let the glory of nature distract you from your focus upon need. See the leaves on the path, the way the light shines through the trees. The way the water in the stream sparkles in the sun." Denise puffed easily. Cindy's breathing settled down into a regular rhythm. She found her focus. A part of her aware every second of the lithe body running at her side. Guiding her gently along the path to the outstanding woman she was becoming. Teaching her at every corner of life. Giving her the tools of her emergence. Her presence comforted her and drove her far beyond what she had thought possible. They seemed to race like the wind on their second round. Passing other runners without a thought. Taking the enchanting diversion that Denise had discovered in her path. Past the car again as a marker they began to slow their pace into an easy jog. Cindy felt as alive and vibrant with feeling as she had ever felt. She felt as one with Denise and the universe. Those being her priority's. They slowed to an easy walk for the last lap. As they came into the small glade Denise told Cindy this was where Andrea had met her the week before. She told her of the pain she had seen behind her eyes and how she had comforted her. Denise looked around. They were alone and out of site of all others. Few runners ever passed this way. She pulled Cindy into her arms and kissed her tenderly. Then they continued their walk. "I have much to learn from you. I have learned much already. But I desire to know all that you would teach." Cindy said, her body aglow in endorphins from her exercise. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Denise asked, knowingly. "It feels wonderful. I have never felt so alive in my life." Cindy replied, a bit misty eyed. "Your presence makes this perfection for me. I would love to have you join me every week at this." Denise said. "Yes, gladly." Cindy said, without hesitation. "You will feel what we did tomorrow. Use the stretching exercises that I showed you. Betty's hot tub will help. And we will work out just enough to loosen the muscles again. If you pamper them with inactivity, then they will tighten like a knot. If you keep this up, then we will be ready for skiing about the end of our vacation time together. It will be a glorious crescendo to our time." Denise said. "I feel differently about that now. Last night I could not wait for that time to begin. Now.... I am content in the knowledge that we will be together as lovers. Just knowing that makes the wait passable. It would make any wait passable." Cindy said. "I am so proud of the woman that is emerging from within you that I could kiss every centimeter of your soul." Denise said, beaming at her. "I think you did that last night and this morning. At least that is what I felt." Cindy said. Denise breathed deeply the fresh air and almost hugged herself. "I have never know such contentment in my life. With you at my side I have found my perfection. I feel as a goddess myself." she said, brimming over with life. "You are a goddess to me, my love. And I feel the same, exactly." Cindy said, quietly. "Come, my love. Let us go shower together. We can make love as we do and then we will adorn each other to swing the gods gazes to us in desire." Denise said, as they reached the car. They pulled on their sweats. Almost reluctant to cover the object of each others gaze. A male runner passed by and almost collided with a tree from watching them. Denise and Cindy chuckled and finished pulling on the warm coverings. They seemed to glow with life as they drove back to Denise's townhouse. "I wish we could live together, always." Cindy lamented. "Perhaps next year. You will be at another school. The danger to me will not be as great. I am almost certain that your folks will allow it. We can find a spot with fewer prying eyes." Denise said. "I will wait as long as it takes. But I *will* know you in my arms each day. Our souls are wed. You are mine forever. I am yours forever. Nothing can change that. I love you beyond the very air that I breathe." Cindy said, easily. "Now who is making whom wet?" Denise asked. "Good. Then we match." Cindy said, seriously. Denise looked at her and they busted out laughing. Once inside Denise's townhouse the sweats vanished without a thought. They kissed hungrily as they rubbed their bodies together through the thin lycra material. Denise only let them get their shoes and socks off before she guided them into a hot shower. Adding shampoo to their outfits and working it in. They squirmed together sensually, washing their outfits and each other. The outfits came off and were used as sensual wash cloths. Their breasts merging together and sliding slickly over each other as they kissed and scrubbed each others backs with their soapy tops. They rinsed the tops out and wrung them. Hanging them over the shower door. Their shorts came next. It was a sensual pleasure as they slipped them off each others hips. The slickness of the soap adding spice to the bliss of their pleasure. They used the outfits as wash cloths on each others shapely legs and asses. Pulling them between each others legs and between the clefts in their buns. Then they got rinsed too and hung. Once the soap was off each of their bodies, they merged and kissed deeply. Their pelvises thrusting together as they kissed. Cindy descended kissing as she went. She leaned Denise back against the cool wall with the hot stream cascading over her perfect body. She lifted a leg over her shoulder and delved her tongue into her womanhood. She teased her to the edge several times and then tripped her over. Denise convulsing against the shower wall as her cry of passion escaped her lips. Cindy was there, supporting her in her arms. Kissing her neck and caressing her body. They embraced for a time, kissing deeply and then Denise turned her into the stream against the wall and began her decent. She duplicated Cindy's actions upon her, bringing Cindy to the edge and holding her there. "And now my love, a sample of the love you shall feel from Andrea. For this is the place and the time for this." Denise said, delving between her legs. Her tongue lapped through her womanhood and continued. It then swirled around Cindy's now squeaky clean anus as Denise's fingers teased her clitoris and G-spot. Cindy tripped over the edge and her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She convulsed again and again against the wall. Her gasping cry of passion echoing in the small room. It was a good thing that the townhouses were isolated. Then Denise was there, supporting Cindy in her arms. Kissing her tenderly. Her fingers caressing her body softly. "You need not tease me into desire for that role. I accept it willingly and gladly." Cindy gasped. "Do you feel teased?" Denise asked. Cindy opened her eyes and held Denise's gaze. "Happily so.... I feel a goddess in love with another,..... knowing she desires me just as much...... I am yours to guide where you will...... Knowing that guidance.... will only lead me into more bliss........ Tonight I will *strut* with that feeling........ I will emanate grace and love...... I will move with confidence..... and surety... I am that goddess..... because you make me so....... I will reflect that...... in each movement of my body...... In every word I say...... I desire to honor...... the image of me..... that is in your heart." Cindy said, breathlessly. Denise kissed her passionately. Then released her. "Stay here. I'll be back." she said. She slipped out of the shower and returned with scissors, comb, shaving soap, a plastic bowl, a razor and a resin chair. She moved the chair into the shower and seated Cindy in it. Cindy understanding and wet with the desire to be pampered, primmed and pruned by Denise. Denise worked lovingly. She combed out her pubic hair and snipped it while letting the water stream over Cindy's body to warm her. She was grateful for her instant, on demand water heater that supplied and endless supply of hot water. As she clipped the hair she flipped it into the plastic bowl. She trimmed the hair back just so and then shampooed the area again. Cindy moaning with delight from her touch so near to her womanhood. Denise rinsed the area and then tested it with the comb, snipped a bit more and then shampooed and rinsed it again. Then she bent and kissed the area. She smiled as Cindy quivered under her tongue. "Just testing, my love. Much better." Denise said. She redirected the spray against the side of the stall and turned down the cold so that the water made a cloud of warming steam in the stall. Then she lathered up the area. Cindy moaning in delight from the sensual pleasure of it. Denise pulled her hips to the edge of the chair and had her place her legs up on the arms of the chair. Cindy holding them there. Wet with the knowledge that her greatest love was examining and touching her womanhood. Feeling proud over the enjoyable smile of appreciation on Denise's face. She lathered the area carefully and sensually. "Now hold very still, my love. I would be crushed if I nicked you." Denise said, taking up the razor. She adroitly shaved Cindy's underside and beside the trim pubic patch. Removing all stubble from Cindy's last shave. Cindy moaned and her body quivered, but she fought to keep her hips still as could be. Finally Denise used her hand to deflect the hot water to rinse her and Cindy raised her hips in orgasm as the hot stream hit her clitoris. A cry escaping her lips. "We shall have to work on that *hair* trigger of yours." Denise teased, making a pun. "The spooky part is, that I even love your sense of humor." Cindy gasped. Denise chuckled and then lathered up her legs. She then very carefully and gently shaved them to baby soft smoothness. Cindy loving the sensual pleasure of it. Later she moved Denise into the chair and shaved her exactly the same. Her undercarriage and legs. Lastly they shampooed each others hair. Letting the soap dribble down between them as they slid their bodies around together. Then they stood kissing under the hot stream as they rinsed each other completely. They stepped out and turned off the water. They held a towel between them and clung together as they dried each others backs with another. Then softly down their legs and between them. Kissing before them as they moved. Denise retrieved the chair from the shower and dried it with a towel. Placing another dry one in it. She then rubbed Aloe lotion all over where she had shaved, then Cindy did the same to her. Lastly Denise powdered Cindy's baby soft skin with a delicately scented powder. Cindy returned the favor. Denise wrapped a towel around her own head to preserve the dampness as she seated Cindy in the chair and set about drying and setting her hair. She first used large rollers, then a hair dryer, then a steam wand to achieve a glorious hair-do for Cindy. Cindy looked at herself in the mirror and tears sprung to her eyes. She felt every inch a goddess. "You look lovely beyond words." Denise said, softly kissing her neck. Cindy moaned with delight and turned to her lips. They kissed long and deeply. Then Cindy pushed her back into the chair and returned the favor. When Denise's hair was done to her satisfaction they kissed again. Then Denise pushed her back into the chair and did her nails and makeup for her. Telling Cindy on each step just what she was doing. "Your face is lovely beyond belief. The only makeup you ever need is just to hide the distractions that light will play at night and to draw the eyes to your lovely natural features. You need minimal foundation. You have no deep lines or pores to fill or plug. Just to add a hint of smoothness. Then a light dust of powder to take the shine off and let your features speak for themselves. A very light blush to lead the eye to your strong high cheek bones. Just a hint of mascara to accentuate your lovely eyes. Just a hint of eye liner and a touch of shadow. Your eyebrows need nothing. They lay in their own perfection. Now, just a hint of gloss on your full wonderful lips, just a touch darker than your natural color to focus the eyes on the sensuality of your lips. And you are done, the most lovely woman I have ever seen in my life. Cindy looked in the mirror and gasped. She fought the tears from her eyes. "Hey, none of that. Feel the pride and confidence of that woman you see." Denise said, softly. Cindy felt herself steeled and calmed. She looked in awe at the beauty that she was in the mirror. "I don't know if I can do this for you. I don't have your skill." Cindy said. "Then watch me this time. See how I do it. There will be other times. We will pamper each other and revel in it." Denise said, moving in to the mirror. Cindy watched closely. "I am twice your age. My skin lacks your youthful smoothness. So I need just a bit more foundation. This is hypo-allergenic make-up. It will not clog the pores of your skin. Now a light powder like yours, but a shade different to match my skin tone. A bit more blush as my cheek bones are not as high and strong as yours. Very easy around my eyes. I know that they are my strongest point of beauty. Where we used a lighter shade around your dark eyes, I use a darker shade around my light ones, but a lighter shadow to offset the lids. My eyebrows need just a shade of darkening. My lips are not quite as full and sensual as yours. So I use this gloss to make them just a hint fuller and more prominent. Of course this is not my work face. This is my going out with the most beautiful woman on the planet face.... you. I wish you to see me as I see you." Denise said, finishing up. "I do. I do not see age in your face. I see maturity and wisdom. You are more lovely to me than anything." Cindy said. Denise smiled at her. "It's a good thing this gloss is smudge proof." she said, sharing a soft, sensual kiss. Afterwards Cindy did her nails for her. "Now, one last thing. An unscented healthy anti-perspirant to keep your dress dry in the heat of our coming passion. And then Contact lenses for me so that I may share my eyes freely with you. The lenses are the same color as my eyes exactly. They won't change them a bit except to add a hint of sparkle to them." Denise said, applying her anti-perspirant and then handing it over to Cindy while she did her lenses. Denise guided them out into the bedroom then she dropped to her knees and sensually dressed Cindy in the soft, lacy lingerie. One slow item at a time. She pulled her panties into place and kissed over her womanhood before she pulled on the garter. Then seated her as she worked the fine patterned silk stockings onto her legs and fastened them to the garter belt. She had her stand and put on her heels. Then watch herself as she moved behind her and added the black filigreed bra. When she pulled the slinky black dress over Cindy's head and into place Cindy gasped. "Is that really me?" she asked, eyes locked on the vision of loveliness that was reflected back to her. "Yes, every sensual, sexy inch of it. Every soft hair and twinkling eye lash. Every graceful movement and sensual curve. You are lovely beyond my wildest dreams. I am proud beyond words that you will be at my side tonight." Denise said, softly kissing her shoulder. Cindy turned to her and kissed her sensually. "My turn." she said, moving to the package with Denise's lingerie in it. "Be careful of your stockings." Denise reminded her as she sunk to her knees. Cindy adorned her as she had pictured her in her mind. Pulling the shiny emerald green lingerie onto her. Adding the lightly veined beige silk stockings to the garter. She had her put on her heels and then watch herself as she completed the task. Finally pulling the slinky green dress over her body and zipping it up. She gasped at her own creation. "You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. It is I who will be proud beyond words to have you at my side." Cindy said, lightly kissing her bare shoulder. "Good. Then we match." Denise chuckled. "That we do, my love. A match made in my deepest fantasies and wildest dreams. I love you beyond my ability to tell." Cindy said, quivering inside. Denise pulled her into her arms and they kissed sensually. "It is not your inability, my love. It is the inadequacy of words to express the feeling that we both feel. Be content to feel it. For we both know it. The words only serve to remind us of this glorious feeling." Denise said, softly, kissing her once more. "And now, the piesta resistance. A light scent that will not hide your own delightful ambrosia. A touch behind each ear. A trace down the neck line and between your breasts. A touch on your wrists. Rub them together now. A touch to each side of your womanhood and a touch behind each knee." Denise said, dropping to her knees to accomplish the last two. She pulled Cindy's panties aside and just touched the crest of each labia. Then kissed her again through the fabric as she applied it behind her knees. Cindy moaned in delight. Denise went and washed her hands completely and then applied her own scent. "Now, simple gold earrings for each of us. The shawl that goes with that dress and this one and we are ready to spin heads hard enough to break necks." Denise said, clipping the matching shawl over Cindy's shoulders and kissing her cheeks. Cindy looked at the two of them in the mirror, still dumbfounded by the image. Denise moved to her side and they held each other for a long time, just drinking in the feeling and the soft sensuous aroma of each others perfume. "I will remember this night for the rest of my life. You've made me feel like the most beautiful woman who ever lived. I wish I could show my parents." Cindy said, holding her. Denise glanced at her dress watch. Then moved from her arms and picked up the phone. Marge answered. "We're on a tight schedule, but if you can have your camera ready, then I think you will be most pleased to take a picture of the lovely woman your daughter has become. We'll be by in a few minutes. We can only stay for a moment." Denise told her. "Oh.. I don't have any film!" Marge gasped. "35 mm?" Denise asked. "Yes." Marge answered. "I have an extra roll, I'll bring it. See you in a few." Denise said, hanging up. They gathered up their overnight bags, a few packages, the now chilled wine and Denise grabbed a roll of film. They carted everything out to the car. "Come back inside for a moment." Denise said. Cindy followed. Denise switched on her fireplace and posed Cindy before it. Taking several pictures of her own. Having her remove her wrap and lift her leg to the short step of the hearth in a sexy pose that made Denise want to cancel the night and take her back to bed. Then Cindy took the camera and posed Denise for her. Then Denise took the camera and set it on the auto timer. Taking several shots of them together. The final one as they kissed sensually before the fireplace. "Well that shot will never be in any photo contests. But I'm certain that it would win." Denise chuckled, switching off the fireplace and leading them outside again. She locked up the house and they drove to the Gourmet food place. Cindy came in to help her with the order. The manager stopped dead in his tracks when they entered. "Whoever you are dressed up for, they are the luckiest men on earth. You are the two most gorgeous women I have ever seen. If they don't appreciate you, then you come back and I will put on my tuxedo and take you anyplace you wish to go." he said. "Thank you. That is kind of you. But I'm quite certain we will be appreciated where we are going." Denise said. Cindy blushed from the compliment. But beamed with self confidence. "Mores the pity for me. What can I do for you? Your wish is my command." the manager said. Three of his employees had stopped work and were looking at the two women hungrily. "To-go order for Alvey." Denise said, smiling at him. "Ah... and excellent taste as well. Don't tell me if that is your name or his. I never felt the compulsion before to become a stalker." he said, retrieving their order. Denise reluctantly paid with her credit card after his remark. "Don't worry. Food is my passion. And I have a devoted wife that sees to my needs at home. I lack time to be a proper stalker." he said, "You've picked a wine to go with this?" he asked. Denise told him of her selection. "Excellent. I prefer a touch dryer myself, though." he said. Denise told him of the other selection then added: "There are to be two uneducated palates present. I thought a touch sweeter from the Mendicino county wine would be more suited to their enjoyment. We brought along the second choice for comparison and for the more mature tastes." she said. "My compliments. I'd love to have you plan an evening for my wife and I sometime. But if she got one look at you two I would never be allowed to meet the public again." he said. "But surely there is joy in knowing that the rest of the world finds your mate attractive. It reaffirms our choices and lets us feel pride in our mates." Denise said. "Your attitude becomes your loveliness. You'd better leave while I am still *happily* married." he said. "Thank you. I'm most certain we will enjoy the meal." Denise said, gathering up her half. Cindy gathered the rest and they left. "I have never felt so beautiful in my whole life, or as proud to be at someone's side." Cindy said as they drove away. "Perhaps a day will come when we won't have to hide this love we feel for each other. That the assumption won't be made that we are dressed up to please men." Denise said in reply. "I dream of that day. When I can take you in my arms in public and kiss you as I feel." Cindy said. "We all dream of that day. Were it not for your age and my chosen profession I would do it now." Denise said. They rode in silence to Cindy's house. Denise grabbed the roll of film and they went in. Sam and Marge were speechless. Sam hastily loaded the camera and took several shots of Cindy. Denise took the camera and took shots of Cindy without her wrap by their fireplace. She added a wine glass with apple juice in it. Then took shots of Cindy with her parents. Marge hustled Denise over and posed her and took several shots of her. Then had her remove her wrap and pose by the fireplace with the wine glass. Then had the two of them pose together. She made one last request. "You sure?" Denise asked. "Positive." Marge and Sam answered in unison. Before the fireplace Denise held Cindy at arms length and kissed her tenderly as Marge took the shot. Then again in a full embrace as they kissed passionately. "Don't send that film to the local labs. I'll give you the address of a lab I use in Seattle that does excellent work." Denise told them as they again donned their wraps. Marge and Sam nodded. Sam seemed about to bust with pride over how lovely his daughter was. He held his own feelings as to how Denise looked. Both of them did. They hugged and kissed them good-bye and Sam and Marge watched them go. "If I had any doubts about their relationship being a good thing, that removed them. Our daughter *is* a *woman*. A very lovely, stunningly beautiful woman. Her mate is a very lovely, stunningly beautiful woman. I am proud of Cindy's choice for a mate. They fit together like a hand and a glove. Did you see how they looked at each other? Did you see how they hardly knew we were here as they kissed?" Sam asked. "I saw, darling. I saw. Looks like we have a daughter-in-law. Whether the law sees her that way or not. I do. I'm thrilled to death over her." Marge said. ------------------------------------------------------ Andrea lay panting. >From the first moment she had arrived, Betty had been in control of her every move. She had stepped in the door and Betty had told her simply to strip. She set down her pack and did so. Betty watched her, showing no emotion on her face but hungriness. Once Andrea was nude and feeling vulnerable Betty grabbed her behind her head and kissed her hard. She guided her down to the cold floor and moved over her. Feeling her breasts roughly and teasing her between her legs without prelude or softness. Then Betty ripped open her own blouse and lowered her pants and panties as she knelt between her legs. Then she moved over her again and fucked the hell out of her. Driving her large clitoris into her mercilessly. Andrea climaxed again and again and still Betty kept moving and driving her large clitoris over hers. Squeezing her breasts roughly and kissing her hard. Andrea felt like she had been raped. She lay on the floor with tears dripping from her eyes as Betty had moved off her. Then Betty sensually removed the rest of her clothing. She moved to Andrea and pulled her up into her arms. Cradling her like a baby as she wept against her breasts. She caressed her tenderly and made soft cooing noises to her. Then Betty stood and lifted Andrea to her feet. She swept her into her arms and kissed her tenderly. Then carried her up the stairs to the bedroom. She lay her down gently on the bed. Andrea was confused by the change in Betty. Betty moved next to her on the bed and sensually stroked her body with her fingertips. Then she lay next to Andrea and gently enfolded her into her arms. She said one sentence: "That was *fucking*. *This*, is making *love*." Then Betty had kissed her as tenderly as she had ever been kissed. Andrea quivered as she felt the light touch of fingertips on her body. Andrea found herself responding to the tenderness as she had with Denise. This time when Betty moved over her she moved her hips slowly and sensually. Holding Andrea's gaze as they moved together in total bliss. Andrea felt different orgasms entirely. They gripped her soul like a gentle caress. Each one making her desire another. Filling her with warmth and love. Then Betty moved down, kissing all the way. She teased her whole body with her lips and tongue. When she touched Andrea's womanhood, Andrea thought she would explode. Betty controlled it expertly. Keeping her on the precipice of bliss until Andrea's whole body screamed for release. Then she tipped her over gently and let her feel the full force of love. Andrea bucked and screamed as her body convulsed again and again. Then Betty was back holding her gently in her arms. Softly kissing her lips. Caressing her body as Andrea floated in a blissful fog. It bordered on the single most pleasurable experience in Andrea's life. When Andrea could finally speak again.... she was speechless. She spoke with her body as she used the culmination of all her knowledge to please Betty in return. It was not unnoticed. Finally, they had pleased each other mutually in a sixty-nine position. Then they tenderly caressed each other to that moment. "I don't understand. Knowing how to love like that, how could you have taken me as you did when I entered?" Andrea asked, quivering in her arms. "Because *I* asked her to teach you the *difference* between *lust* and *love*." Denise's voice sounded. Andrea looked and at the bottom of the bed were the two most stunning women she had ever seen. Denise was one of them. *Cindy* was the other. "Hello, love. You look absolutely scrumptious. You both do." Betty said, extracting herself from Andrea. She moved with graceful assurance, magnificent in her nudity as she moved to Denise's arms. Denise enfolded her in her grasp and kissed her tenderly. Betty quivered and her body convulsed in a mild orgasm as Denise kissed her. Andrea could not take her eyes of the two stunning women as she lay naked upon the bed. She felt ashamed of her nakedness compared to their stunning clothes. Cindy held her gaze evenly and Andrea knew what she had done. Tears sprung to her eyes, but Cindy seemed to look through her unmoved. When Denise released Betty, Cindy softly enfolded her into her arms and kissed her just as tenderly, with the same results. Then firmly but gently supported her as she recovered. "Thank you Betty, if you would be so good as to prepare yourself. We need Andrea in the kitchen. Take your time. The food will stay warm in the oven." Denise said, extending her hand to Andrea. Andrea moved in a trance. She quivered in expectation of Denise's lips upon hers, but Denise simply led her down the stairs. "My clothes." Andrea said, as they passed them. "As you are." Denise said simply, displaying no emotion at all except for her exuded affection toward Cindy. Andrea nodded in submission and allowed herself to be led. Cindy walked by Denise's side, proud of her position. Denise pointed as she gave instructions to Andrea: "In there you will find a fine linen table cloth. Set the table. In that cabinet you will find the Silverware set. Make certain there are no spots. In that cupboard above you will find wine glasses. In that one fine china. Set *three* places at the table. One on this end and one to either side of it. There are candle stick holders in that cabinet and candles in the drawer above it. Do not light them as yet. Get out china serving platters from this cupboard and as we are ready for each course transfer the food carefully to the platters and serve it. Pre-heat the platters in the oven with the food. Add moisture to any food which needs it. Just lightly baste it with water with a basting brush from this drawer. Do not let any food get dry and do not spoil any with over-basting. Be careful how you arrange the food upon the platters. I want tonight to be as special as Cindy looks. You have much to do, now get to it. Cindy, let me show you how to open and taste wine. Andrea, get us down two wine glasses first. Hurry up now." Denise said, as if giving instructions to a hired servant. Andrea felt humiliated and crushed. She obviously wasn't invited to the meal, except as a servant. She felt a mess. Her hair plastered to her head from her perspiration. She could smell her nervousness. It mixed with Denise's and Cindy's heady aroma making her quiver in shame. But she was resolute. She had vowed her devotion to Denise. She would do as she bid. But it seemed every lesson was harder than the last. She longed to fall on her face and kiss Cindy's feet and beg her forgiveness. But each time she glanced at Cindy she looked right through her as if she wasn't there. But her eyes were alive with unbounded love and adoration of Denise. Andrea set about her tasks, shivering in her nakedness. Denise showed Cindy how to open the wine bottle using a two pronged opener that slid down beside the cork. She showed her the end of the cork and explained how the cork was examined for two things. One, that the bottle had retained a good seal and secondly that the color of the end would be an indicator of the sugar content of the wine. The darker the end, the more sugar. Cindy nodded. Denise splashed a small amount into the two glasses and then showed Cindy how to swirl it in the glass. Showing her the legs, the color in the light, the clarity of the wine. Then had her lightly sniff at the glass. A smile spread over Cindy's face and Andrea thought she would melt from the sight. Denise seemed to notice. "Andrea, light the fire. Then complete the rest." she said, turning back to Cindy. Andrea felt tears welling up into her eyes as she bent in to light the fire place with a long match. Cindy seemed to quiver a bit over the sight and Denise tenderly but firmly pulled her into her arms and gently kissed her. "Not yet, my love. Be patient. I know it is hard, use our love as your strength. She desires you more by the moment and feels the pain she caused you deeper with the growing of her desire. I will signal you when it is time, until then be strong as the lovely woman you are." Denise whispered softly in her ear, then kissed her again. Cindy quivered through the kiss, but it steeled her to her role. Her eyes once again steady as Andrea returned to complete setting the table. Denise had Cindy sniff the wine again then take just a small sip. Showing her how to taste it with each part of her mouth and what to look for, what wasn't desirable and how to make the whole process of drinking wine a sensual pleasure. Cindy glowed in delight as she followed Denise's instructions to the letter. "That is wonderful." Cindy said, huskily as Denise shared her gaze. "As wonderful as you, my love." Denise replied, taking a sip of wine and then kissing her deeply as they shared it together. --------------------------------------------------- End of section of Savant. 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