Dorsai - Taxi

Tania spoke Daneesha's name to get her attention, and then said "Jim and I have made our decisions, but I want to hear if you've got anything to say for yourself first."

Daneesha got up from the chair she was sitting in and came over to tell us "I'm really sorry for spying on you. I hate it when other people do it to me, and I know I shouldn't have done it. And I shouldn't have surprised you the way I did, and started just demanding things. Mister Ellison was real nice about letting us stay here so we'd be safe, and feeding us and everything, and acting the way I did wasn't the way to show him how much I appreciate what he's done – and I do appreciate it! I really do want to find out what having sex should be like, but being a brat isn't the way to get someone to do something nice for me, and I'm sorry I acted that way; I really am. Tania, you've never been mean to me like the way so many of my friends sisters are toward them, and I know that being with Mister Ellison made you feel good, and happy, and it wasn't right for me to even think about saying I'd tell Momma and Daddy about what you did here after you've been so nice to me, and tried to take care of me. You didn't even fuss when Daddy said you could only come here if I was with you; you just helped me pick out what stuff I needed to bring, and even asked me what kind of things I wanted to do while we were here. Sometimes, I feel like I'm all grown up and can do things for myself, but other times, I feel like I'm still a little kid, and act like it. I know I've been a stinker, and acted like a spoiled brat, and I'm so sorry!" By the time she finished, Daneesha was crying – hard; and even I could tell that they were tears of sorrow and shame.

Tania gave me a look that let me know she believed her sister, and I nodded my agreement before she turned back to Daneesha and said "I'm glad you realized that you were being a spoiled brat, and what you did was wrong. I know you get tired of hearing it, but you're only fifteen, and you're not as grown up as you want to believe sometimes. I'm only three years older than you, and I promise you, there are times that I'm amazed at how much difference those three years makes. I know it's hard, and it seems like it's going to take forever, but just try to BE as grown up as you think you are."

Daneesha was crying even harder, but managed to nod her head in understanding of what Tania was telling her.

Tania looked at me, seemed to consider something, then looked at Daneesha again before saying "Even after you acted the way you did, I still love you. We talked about what you said, and I told Jim what I know about you so he could try to make the right decision for him. Daneesha, if you keep trying to find guys that will make you feel good when you fuck, you aren't going to find one. All that's going to happen is that you'll let too many guys between your legs, and everyone will say you're a slut or a whore. The guys even close to your age are too selfish and stupid to know that they don't know anything: all you're going to find is older and bigger Jamals. You heard me – even my boyfriends, my age! – aren't any better than you told us Jamal was. Anybody old enough to actually know anything about how to make you feel good isn't going to want to be with you because of how young you are, and the trouble they could get into. Besides, if you start letting guys fuck you all the time, why should anyone want to risk jail for a fifteen year old that'll let just about anybody stick their cock in her? Who's going to want to have sex with a girl that has a wore out old pussy, and maybe a bunch of diseases, before she's even out of high school? The more guys you fuck, the less ANY of them is going to want you for anything besides a place to stick his cock. Is that what you want? Because if you don't learn that sex is supposed to be something special, and act like it, then that's how things are going to turn out for you. I thought that being with my boyfriends was something special, but I learned tonight that it wasn't. Jim showed me what it means to be with someone that actually cares about me. When we get home, I'm not going to be having sex with my boyfriends like I was; I'm going to wait until I find a guy that cares about me, and wants more than just to get between my legs. You said that you want Jim to do that for you, too – but why should he? Why should he bother doing anything nice like that for you if you're just going to be a whore when we get home? Why should he risk going to jail or prison by trusting you when all he knows about you is that you started having sex at fourteen – fourteen! – 'just because', and that you spied on us, and acted like a spoiled brat?"

Daneesha was nearly wailing when she answered "I'm sorry, I really, truly am! While you were talking, I remembered how people talk about Shania, and I knew that I don't want people saying things like that about ME. I realized that I was doing wrong, just wanting to be with guys for sex. But after it was so bad with Jamal, I just want to know that it can be good so that I CAN wait! I know I was dumb, and there isn't any reason Mister Ellison should do anything for me; and I wouldn't blame him if he said he never wanted to see me again. But even if he does, I'm never, ever going to say anything to anybody about tonight because he's been so nice about watching out for me, and trying to make sure I was okay. He did a lot of stuff he didn't have to because he was worried about me, even though he never even MET me before."

Tania looked at me again, her eyes asking if I was satisfied with what I'd heard. I gave her the smallest of nods, and Tania then told her sister "Now, do you want to hear what we decided? Or do you just want to go back to bed? If you do, I'll be in there in just a minute."

Daneesha wiped the tears from her face and answered "I want to hear. Even if it's bad, I know I deserve it."

Tania told her "Well, you're lucky that Jim is as nice as he is. He told me that if I thought you learned your lesson, and that you could be trusted, then he was willing to teach you what having sex is supposed to feel like."

Daneesha immediately looked elated, but got serious again when Tania told her "There's more to having sex than just a guy putting his cock in you. I learned that tonight, and if you want him to help you learn about having sex so that it feels good, you're going to have to learn it, too."

"What do you mean?" Daneesha asked.

"I mean that I used my mouth on him – more than just a little bit; and that he used his mouth on me – the first time anybody ever did that. And when he kissed me after he did that, I could taste myself a little bit."

Daneesha's embarrassed expression gave us a little warning that something was up before the youngster told us "Um, I haven't had my mouth on a guy, but I've tasted his stuff, you know, when he squirts. And somebody has already used their mouth on me; and I already know what I taste like."

I was amazed at how calm Tania sounded when she told her sister "Tell me."

Daneesha gave me a concerned look before answering "Um, after I was with Jamal one time, I tasted his stuff a little bit when it ran out of me after he left. It… it didn't taste bad, or anything; just a little bit salty. I, uh, kinda like it, even. And one time when I was staying overnight with Shania last year, we were kind of fooling around – you know, practicing kissing and stuff. It was kind of fun, and we started touching each other, and that felt nice, too. Then Shania had the idea of kissing each other, you know, there, and we did – except that it was more than just kissing, and it felt real nice. I could tell what I tasted like there when we kissed again afterwards. That was part of the reason I wanted to try fucking – so I could find out if it felt as good. Except that it didn't."

Tania looked at me again, and I just gave her a little discreet shrug of my shoulders; as far as I was concerned, what we'd just heard just simplified things. Tania seemed to reach pretty much the same conclusion, and turned to her sister again and said "Okay, I'm glad you could tell us about that. it makes things easier for us – all of us. Now, if you'll excuse me for a few minutes, Jim squirted in me before you let us know you were here. His cock has been keeping it inside me all this time, and I need to get his stuff out of me. You can be with him when I get back, so I can help you if you need it."