Dorsai - Taxi

Another couple of minutes went by, and I heard her say "I'm grateful that you're holding so still so that your penis stays where it is, but I'm still going to have to clean up sooner or later. Thing is, I'm not sure how soon I'll have the energy, after what you did with me!"

I knew what kind of condition Doris was in, and I readily told her "Don't worry about it. Just hold still, try not to leak all over the place, and I'll take care of it" – earning myself something of a dirty look before she asked "What do you mean you'll 'take care of it'?"

"Just what I said. When it happens, I'll be the one to get up; I'll go into the bathroom and get a couple things. Then we can stay here until you're ready to get up."

She looked at me uncertainly, and I decided that rather than keep trying to convince her, I'd just go ahead and do it. Without bothering to give her any warning, I simply pulled my hips back before quickly scrambling out of bed. A quick trip into the bathroom netted me a towel which I hurried to get out to Doris. Somewhat bashfully, she took it from me; to spare her any further embarrassment, I went back into the bathroom. I took a little more time to get a washcloth, and dampen it with some warm water. Back in the bedroom, she didn't object when I had her roll over onto her back – but did protest when I leaned over and started to wipe up the surplus of our combined fluids that glistened on her legs and pelvis. Ignoring her voiced complaints, and not letting her have the washcloth when she demanded it, it didn't take me long to take care of things. Then it was into the bathroom again to rinse the cloth out and set it to dry before going into the bedroom to lay next to her again – ignoring to Look she was giving me.

Laying on my side, I let my arm rest on her belly so I could use my fingertips to enjoy the softness of her skin.

Doris didn't wait long to tell me "Thank you for bringing me the towel; but you didn't have to do that other part."

"No, I didn't… but I was glad to. You've told me how good I've made you feel, and I wanted you to know that I've enjoyed it as much as you have. Besides, it was from both of us; I care about you and you're tired, so I just took care of it FOR you. So quit fussing at me."

I could see that she still wasn't happy about what I'd done, but my words had gone a good way toward settling her mind about it.

We continued to lay there quietly, content to simply be next to each other, for several more minutes. It was Doris that broke the silence by telling me "If we stay like this any longer, I'm going to fall asleep here. I think we'd better clean up a little before we go to bed."

I asked if she wanted the bathroom to herself, and she told me "No, not now. If you want to, we can take a quick shower together; I'm just too damn tired for anything more."

I agreed that that sounded like a winner, and the two of us got each other rinsed off and ready for bed in fairly short order. After the lights were out, Doris was spooning against my front with my arm around her when she told me "What we did… it was really nice, Jim, and you made me feel SO good. But it's laying here like this, with you holding me, and knowing that you'll be here in the morning, too, that really makes me happy."

I gave her a gentle hug and kissed the back of her neck before answering "I makes me happy, too, Doris."

With a contented sigh, she wriggled herself a little closer to me; I don't think it was much longer until both of us were fast asleep.

The next morning, it took a couple of tries before I was able to get Doris to wake up. Once she opened her eyes and saw me, though, her whole face lit up in happiness. I regretted the necessity of telling her "As much as I'd like to stay here with you, I really do need to get to work. If you're feeling brave and feisty, you can take a shower with me; but if you're tired, go ahead and go back to sleep."

Almost immediately, she threw the covers back and told me that a shower was just what she needed. After we'd given each other time to take care of our personal needs, we had a wonderful time cleaning, teasing, and molesting each other in the shower. We'd dried off, and I was getting dressed when Doris suggested that I could keep a change of clothes there so I wouldn't have to go home before going to work in the future. When I said that I would, she looked delighted.

We were in the kitchen while I finished up the breakfast she'd made me when Gail came in – considerably surprised to see me there that early. As we'd discussed the night before, Doris was the one to tell her daughter that I'd spent the night with her. From there, Doris went on to explain things (with some assistance from me), and answer the questions that Gail naturally had. By the time it was all over, Gail seemed to be quite accepting of the situation… much to my, and Doris', relief.

The rest of that summer, Doris and I spent quite a few evenings and nights together. I wasn't over at her place every night, of course, but we did manage to spend enough time together that she was able to develop her stamina for lovemaking and orgasms considerably. In return, I was the beneficiary of her desire to learn how to give better oral sex. Throughout, the two of us made it clear to each other that we cared. Neither of us made any demands on the other, and both of us were clear that there weren't any expectations, either. Basically, we were just a couple of people that really liked and enjoyed each other, and let that expand into a physical relationship.

Along the way, Gail stopped being surprised when she found me having breakfast with her mother. With me spending more evenings there, Gail also gradually lost her inhibitions about how she was dressed. The first time she got ready for bed before coming in to watch TV with us, I was more than a little surprised when she showed up dressed only in panties and a slightly too-small shirt of some kind that clearly revealed the size and shape of her breasts, and the precise location of her nipples. But I carefully didn't take any notice of it; nor did Doris, after a glance to see if I was bothered by it.

Gail never made a habit out of dressing that way when I was there; but it wasn't uncommon, either. What she wore to bed fluctuated considerably, as well – it could be anything from an oversized T-shirt that revealed nothing (other than she was naked under it, when the material got pulled too tight) to even more abbreviated outfits than the one she'd turned up in the first time. However she was dressed, I simply acted as though such things were commonplace in my life, and continued to treat her the way I always had.

It was a few weeks after school started again that Doris told me she thought something was going on with Gail. I asked her what she meant, and she said that Gail's grades were poorer than when she'd been in middle school. She went on to tell me that she'd also heard from a couple of Gail's teachers that she was being somewhat disruptive in their classes. The last thing she had to say was that Gail was starting to make new friends that Doris didn't care for.

After a little bit of question-and-answer, I had to admit to Doris that I really didn't have any idea of what was going on. We talked about it a little bit, and finally decided that the only thing to be done was wait to see if it was just a temporary adjustment problem for Gail, or something more serious. Doris wasn't real happy about it, but conceded that the situation wasn't severe enough for her to be able to take any kind of definitive action. She was somewhat reassured when I said that I'd see if Gail wanted to talk to me.

When I'd first started talking to Gail about leaving her father, and her parents getting divorced, I'd done so while it was just the two of us – taking her out for ice cream, or to play miniature golf, or some other fun event. Over the years, I'd continued to do such things with her, if only to make sure everything was still okay with her; the next time it was just me and her doing something fun together, I casually asked how things were going now that she was in high school. She admitted to having some unspecified problems, but then told me that high school wasn't anything like middle school had been. I agreed with her on that, and after reminding her that she could come to me if she was having any problems, let it go. I didn't want to get in the way of her finding her own solutions to her problems, and she'd already shown me that she was willing to let me know if something was bothering her.