Dorsai - Jan

I still didn't say or do anything, content to let her move at her own pace. She looked into my eyes again, and saw that I was looking at her with affection and patience. Satisfied, she took her hands off my chest and reached down to take hold of my arms. She easily moved them from around her hips, then took hold of my hands and put them on her waist.

She kissed me again, and whispered "Hold me?".

"I'd be delighted", I answered, and she lay against my chest, her head on my shoulder and her arms around my neck. I slowly slid my hands from her hips onto her back, taking her in my arms and briefly hugged her, to let her know I enjoyed having her there, but nothing more.

We sat like that for a couple of minutes when I softly kissed her shoulder. Perhaps a minute later, she pulled a little distance away, so she could look into my face when she said "You'd let me stay her like this for as long as I wanted, wouldn't you?"

"Yup."

"And that kiss was just to let me know you cared, wasn't it?"

"Yup."

"You are really something, you know it?"

"How's that?"

"I know that I'm pretty, and that guys want me – I mean, I've seen how they look at me. But here I am, stark naked on your lap, and all you're doing is holding me. And the most aggressive thing you've done has been to give me one – ONE! – small kiss; and that was on my shoulder. I don't know of anyone else that would actually treat me the way you do, when we're together this way."

"Yeah, and…?"

"And I guess I'm talking to a wall, or something. You don't see anything wrong about this?", she asked.

"Wrong? No. Different? Sure. You talk like the situation we're in right now even could happen if I was like someone else – but if you'll think about it, you'll realize that if I was anything like other people, you*wouldn't* be sitting naked on my lap."

She blinked a few times, and said "Of course. This situation is so different because you're so different. If you were like other guys, I wouldn't be like this; but I am sitting here naked, so you're not like them. And thinking about you as if you were like them – which I'm still doing – is only going to mean I make mistakes, like I am."

A few seconds went by, and she suddenly said "Oh." and a second later "Oh!", and then "Oh!"

She suddenly stared at me intently; I just sat there, and smiled at her as she examined my face. "It was simple.", she said.

"What was?"

"What you said that made me understand – about you and Kelly and Jan and Robyn and Sandra, and even Susan. You're you – and I can't treat you like anyone else, for that reason. And I'm me, and you treat me special because I am special – because I'm not like anybody else. You treat me the same as them, because you don't see any difference in us, whether we've made love with you, or not – all that matters to you is that we all love you, to some degree; and you love us back for it. And I realize that you gave so much of yourself to us, without us knowing how much that was – and that you did it because you cared about us, not because you thought any of us would have sex with you, or anything."

She paused a moment, and said "Now I understand why it hit Sandra so hard! I realize how much you've given me before I even knew it, and I took without even thinking about it, properly. What kind of person you must be inside, to have been able to do that with all of us! And without knowing if any of it would ever come back to you!"

She quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, and began crying into my shoulder; all I could do was to hold her again, and stroke her back softly as she got it out of her system.

Finally, she did, and released me to sit up again. Sniffling, and her face wet from her tears, she still looked lovely to me. I handed her the napkin that I'd held on to after breakfast; she dried her eyes and face, then blew her nose. She seemed uncertain what to do with the napkin, so I took it from her, and holding it with only a couple fingertips, exaggeratedly moved it to the side, and tossed it to the end of the couch with a grimace. For a moment, she started to get hurt by what I'd done – until she realized I was teasing her; then she laughed, and hugged me again, saying "Thanks, Dan."

When she released me, and sat up, she looked at me for a moment, and said "I've changed my mind. About us making love."

I looked at her a moment, and said "Oh, you don't want to any more?

Okay!" – and threw my arms open, indicating I expected her to get up.

She gave me the Goober look (as if saying"You are such a Goober!"), and said "No, you dummy, I didn't mean I didn't want to any more. What I meant was that I do want to – more. As in, now I'm ready to really make love with you, and have you inside me. Now put your arms back around me, before I do get up and leave!", finally free to tease me herself.

I made a horrified look on my face, and quickly wrapped her in my arms, making her laugh a little. Then I pulled her close, and told her "Candice, what I said before still goes – as much or as little as you want, when you want. I'm flattered that you changed your mind, but it isn't necessary for me."

She let me hold her like that for a little bit before pushing herself up again, my arms still around her. She told me "I know it isn't necessary for you – but is it for ME, now. As much as I wanted to get to know you better before, it's just that much more, now that I really understand.

I want you inside, not for you, but for ME – because once I feel what it's like to have you that close to me, in my heart, then I know that I can be that close to YOU, in the same way."

I nodded to her, in acceptance of what she'd said. She smiled in return, and again took hold of my arms, pulling them away from her so that she could take hold of my hands. Only this time, she didn't put them on her waist, but on her breasts – where I found her nipples already hard, and ready for my attentions.

As I brushed my thumbs over them, she closed her eyes, and smiled in enjoyment of the feelings I had generated. I did it several more times, and soon had her fairly purring in happiness and contentment. But she eventually opened her eyes again, and looking into mine, told me "I like the way you touch me like that. But I know there's more to making love, and I want to learn it. All of it. From you."

"Here, or someplace else?"

"Uh, the bedroom, I think – and soon!", she answered.

I slid forward on the couch, and she quickly wrapped her legs around my waist, so she didn't fall off my lap. Surprising her, I stood up, with her wrapped around me. She got an amused look on her face, and said "Oh, big strong man, huh?"

"Ugh. Grog not sissy. Grog strong, like bull. Smart like bull, too!", I said, in my best caveman voice.

She laughed, and said "Well, Grog, it looks like you've got a new female in your cave."

I looked at her, in apparent surprise, and grunted "Grog already got woman. Cave clean. Food on rock. What Grog do with new woman?"

She grinned, and said "How about this?" – and planted a kiss on me that damn near dropped me to my knees. Yeah, I suppose I could figure out something to do with the new woman in the cave.

When the kiss broke, she grinned at me, and asked "Does that give you any ideas?"

To her amusement, I went into my Lurch imitation, doing a deep-throated 'Ohhhhhhhhh', and shaking my head as I headed back toward the bedroom – and enjoying the tickling sensation her pubic fleece made around my bellybutton as I moved.

When I got there, I was pleased to note that someone – I suspected Sandra, since she was the last to leave it – had taken the time to make the bed. When I was standing next to it, I unloaded Candice through the simple method of finding out if she was ticklish. She was, and dropped like a rock when I got to her armpits, giggling almost hysterically.