Dorsai - Jan

Susan just looked at her, as Kelly took a sip of her coffee, and went on "He has made me so happy, in so many ways, that I couldn't be upset about something that made him feel good. If I did, it would be like I was dishonoring him – because he isn't jealous about stuff like that.

Jan feels the same way – we've talked about it, and we both understand that it gets back to wanting to make ourselves better people, so that we're more like him. I'd bet that Sandra and Robyn do, too, for the same reason. I figure it this way: the only reason that he would make love with someone is because he knew that they wanted to do it to be happy – to feel good, like when you kiss, only more. And we know him well enough to know that that's the only reason he would make love with someone -and that making love to them for that reason would make him happy.

Understand?"

Susan nodded, and then turned to look at me.

Kelly looked at me too, a smile on her face, before leaving Susan and I alone.

Even as she was leaving, Susan looked into my eyes, and told me "Dan, I realize that I do love you. So much that, If you wanted me to, I'd even make love with you."

"Except that it's not whether*I* want us to make love, Susan, it's if you want us to."

"I know. I guess that's part of the reason that I love you. And it proves to me, by myself, that I'm right to trust you – because I know that you wouldn't make love to me for any other reason. I mean, I'm standing here, naked, in front of you. You can see my breasts and between my legs, and everything; just like I can see you while you sit there, just as naked. I'm not embarrassed now, like I was, at first, last night – either to have you see me, or to look at you. I know you said you think I'm pretty" – she quickly put a finger on my lips to silence me -"and that makes me feel pretty. And I know that you like to touch me, just like I like having you touch me – and like touching you.

I'm still not ready to make love, but I understand what Kelly said, and if I was ready, I would take you into one of the other rooms, and see if she was right about which one of us wore out first! But until then, I'll be happy with this." – and moved into my arms again, giving me a much more substantial kiss that the first one.

More intimate, too.

And longer.

Lots longer.

When we finally broke apart, she was panting slightly, and her nipples were erect. We stood there, looking into each other's eyes for a bit, until a movement got my attention.

Looking over her shoulder, I could see Jan and Sandra standing there, watching us. When Susan notice I wasn't looking at her, she turned around – and saw them, too. I could see her ears pinkened a little in embarrassment at having an audience, but otherwise, she didn't seem to have any reaction.

Robyn, though, did.

"See, I told you they'd have to come up for air, some time.", she said.

"Yeah, but I think both of them showed surprising breathing control, don't you?", Jan responded.

"Yes, indeed. I'd give them a 9.5 – what do you think?"

"Hmmm. 9.6, I'd say – after all, it is still early in the morning, and Susan IS still kind of new at this."

"Good point. Well, there you have it, folks: the judges have awarded our contestants a 9.5 and 9.6 – putting them on the track to Olympic gold!", Robyn concluded, with a grin.

There was a short wait, the three of them looking at each other.

"Breathing control, huh?", Susan said, continuing "Unlike you two mouth-breathers, we've learned to breathe through our noses. So there !"

Jan and Robyn both made exaggerated surprised/serious faces, and in a few seconds, all three of them burst out in laughter.

Moving forward, Robyn gave Susan a hug, telling her "I'd say 'good morning', but I see you're already having one."

Jan was next, hugging Susan as well, then giving her a kiss on the lips – and getting one in return. When she turned around, I could see that Susan had finally completely accepted how things worked here, and was comfortable with it.

Robyn headed for the fridge, and got out a bottle of orange juice; Jan went straight for the coffee pot. As she went by, she saw the coffee that Susan had made. Taking her by the arm, Jan pulled her over a bit, and told her "Listen, there is ONE thing you're going to have to get straight about being here."

"What's that?", Susan asked.

"If you're going to drink coffee, you're going to have to learn to drink it black, just like the rest of us. Otherwise, you'll just hear him pitch a fit whenever he sees you putting stuff in it. He was in the Navy, and figures if you want cream and sugar, you shouldn't spoil it by putting coffee in it. I think it's just one of those guy things."

"Yeah, he already gave me a hard time about it."

"See? If you're really going to insist on drinking it that way, you're going to have to learn to tell him to leave you alone. Stuff like 'shut up' won't do it, either."

"What do I tell him?"

Dorsai

Jan

"It's best say something like 'get stuffed', or 'get lost'. Stay away from stuff that actually involves your own body: if you tell him 'bite me', for example, he might try. It's fun, mind you, since he only nibbles, but you get the idea. Whatever you do, though, don't tell him 'beat it'!"

It took a couple of seconds before she got it, but when she did, Susan turned an absolutely amazing shade of pink before bursting out into hysterics – along with Jan and Robyn. It was bad enough that Kelly came in to see what was going on. Robyn repeated the whole thing, between gasps, before Kelly, too, cracked up.

I simply sat there, drinking my coffee, radiating Ignore waves; every time one of them would look at me, they'd start laughing again. The shredded dignity on the floor around me must have been someone else's.

I don't know if it was the noise, or the smell of the coffee, but a little bit later, Candice and Sandra wandered into the kitchen, too, rubbing the sleep from their eyes and wanting to know what was so funny.

So, of course, they were told, And promptly had their own laughing fits as I poured myself another cup – the last, as it turned out.

When they'd all gotten themselves settled down again, Jan went to get her cup of coffee – only to find there wasn't any. Giving me a dirty look, she demanded "How come YOU got the last cup? And why didn't you make any more?"

I sniffed, and in my best aggrieved tone, told her"I got the last cup because I was the only one not laughing my guts loose. I didn't make any more because it's my house, and if I don't want to make coffee, I won't.

You want coffee, you make it – and I'll damn well drink some of it, too!"

She got an indignant look on her face while the others went into another bout of laugher, before Kelly told her "See? That's what he really means when he tells us 'mess with the bull, you get the horn'. Not what you thought it meant, is it, Jan?". That got all of them going again, including Jan.

When she'd gotten her breath back again, Jan tried to give me a dirty look – but simply couldn't pull it off. She leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek before reaching for the coffeemaker and getting another pot of coffee started.

As it was brewing, Robyn told all of them about how she and Jan had found us, and the ensuing commentary – with giggling at the appropriate points – and the response, which was met with laughs. That out of the way, Kelly announced it was her turn for a kiss, and promptly moved in to collect it – as well as significant accumulated interest I didn't know was due. From there, Jan, Robyn, and Sandra followed suit before moving on to their own self-appointed tasks. Realizing that nobody was watching, or cared, Candice finally got up the nerve to collect one too – though hers was appreciably tamer.