Dorsai - Jan

Continuing, she said "Laying here, I realized that I've asked more from you than I've asked from anyone in my life – not just the making love part of it, but the emotional and spiritual part, too; and the only reason you've hesitated to give it to me was because you cared enough to not to want to overload me, or let me get into a situation you knew I couldn't handle. You've taught me things – not just the sex stuff – that I wouldn't have even guessed at for a long time – if ever. Even the stuff I kinda-sorta knew, I didn't have words for – until you gave them to me. Even if I accept that the emotional and mental gifts you've given me haven't cost you anything – which I'm not sure I believe – then the physical gifts cost you time and energy. I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am for those gifts, or how happy and satisfied and just plain-old good you've made me feel."

"If I was to get run over by a bus tomorrow, I'd die knowing that I'd at least experienced a taste of life, if not it's full flavor. I'd die happy, because I would KNOW what love is, and what it's like to love someone else and be loved BY them. No, that old and worn out crap isn't going to fly, this time. I wore you out – physically, at least, if not more." she ended, crying.

"Kelly?"

"What?" she blubbered.

"Kelly, it's not you, okay?"

"What do you mean, it's not me?"

"It's not you that wore me out."

"What, you did it all by yourself?" she asked, sniffling.

"No. But you didn't do it, either."

"Then why the hell did you damn near pass out? Why the hell were you sleeping for so long, then?"

"Because WE wore me out. Not you, not me, we."

"What do you mean?"

"If I hadn't been there, I couldn't have gotten worn out. If you hadn't been there, I wouldn't have had any reason TO get worn out. So, it wasn't you and it wasn't me, it was us – together. You gave me the inspiration, but it was MY decision to put so much effort into it. So there's no reason for you to feel bad. If anything, I figure that I should be thanking you, for giving me the chance to get such a wonderful aerobic workout!" I teased.

She'd stopped crying, but her nose was still a little runny – she still looked lovely to me, in spite of it – and when she finally started laughing, she made a snuffling noise that embarrassed her, and made her laugh even more. Grabbing a tissue from the table at the end of the couch, she blew her nose, and then used a cloth to wipe her face before lying back down, next to me, and putting her arm across my chest.

"Kelly?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For this experience we've had this afternoon. It's been a long, long time since I, uh, was physical with a virgin, or someone as willing to learn and experience as you. The last time I was with a virgin, I was young enough that I didn't have the wisdom to do it, or enjoy it, properly. You've given me a chance to make up for that foolishness, and it's for that that I thank you."

"It was my pleasure!" she giggled into my side.

'I'm glad to hear that. And what you said about what you say I've taught you?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for letting me know that you were listening, and that it not only had an impact, but a good one. It's nice to be able to see the results, sometimes."

I could feel her smiling into my side, and she said, "It's okay. I didn't mean to blow up like that, but you kinda got me going."

"Fair enough. We're back to where we were before, then? My feelings aren't hurt, and yours aren't?"

"Nope."

"Good. We've had too good of a time this afternoon" – "Damn straight!" -

"to be upset with each other."

We lay like that, comfortable with each other, for a little while, until I noticed that we only had a little under an hour before the 'early' deadline.

It seemed that Kelly was a little tired, as well – I had to say her name a couple of times before she woke up, and answered me.

"I'm sorry to say it, but we're running out of time, dear. I think we can probably squeeze in a shower – together, if you want – and get the place straightened up before everyone gets back."

She groaned, but said, "Yeah, I suppose we have to. Shower together, you said?" she asked, perking up.

"Yes, but we'll have to keep the grab-assing down to a minimum, though!"

Sitting up, she managed to fake a tolerable 'indignant' look while she replied "I never grab-ass!"

I snorted, and said, "Sure – unless you think you can get away with it!"

– and completely destroying her effort to look serious, as she started laughing, with me joining her.

Reluctantly, we both got up, and headed for the shower. Yes, there was some grab-assing – both figuratively and literally – by both of us, but we did manage to keep it to a minimum – the one shower only took us half an hour. We dried off quickly (well, kinda quickly), and were soon back in the den, dressing, and then cleaning up the area we'd used, and opening some windows to help thin the light, but distinct, smell of sex.

That done, we had time enough to get ourselves a couple of sodas and get involved in a movie on TV before everyone got back shortly before 7:00.

When they came in, Jan's eyes immediately went to Kelly, who met her look, and nodding slightly. Jan's eyes got large as saucers, and she looked over at me with something akin to awe in her eyes. As the boys started to tell me about their soccer practice, and then the movie they'd been to see, Jan and Kelly eased their way back to her room, where I could hear the door close. I, of course, was going to be one of the topics of discussion; I'd pretty much expected it anyway, from their friendship.

The boys finished their description of the day, and headed off to their room for a while, leaving me alone in the den, where I turned on some music, and lay down on the couch. Listening to the music, I drifted into a half-sleep, interrupted a while later by the boys coming in to wish me good night as they headed for bed. Perhaps twenty minutes later, Jan and Kelly came out to join me in the den – both dressed in their robes, making me wonder if something was up.

When they were seated, they both noticed the concern on my face, looked at each other and giggled, before opening the tops of their robes to show me that they were dressed for bed, underneath. That question resolved – and my mind greatly eased! – they settled into the chairs they'd taken.

Looking at Kelly, I asked her "Are you okay?"

She smiled, and said "Yeah. A little sore in places, but it's a *good* kind of sore. Besides, it brings back some nice memories! How about you?"

"Oh, nothing a little rest won't cure." I reassured her, continuing by telling her "As for the soreness, I think you might have a different opinion of it, tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Ever ridden a horse?"

"Yeah."

"Remember what it felt like, the next day?"

"Yeah – uh-oh. You mean I might feel like that, tomorrow?"

"It's a very distinct possibility that you'll experience a similar effect, if in a different place or two." – that earned me a mild blush, from BOTH of them, interestingly – "If you do, I think your best bet would be to work it off – and no, not that way!" I teased.

Kelly nodded her understanding, and said "Well, from the way I feel right now, I don't know that I'd want a repeat any time soon, anyway.

Later, certainly, but not soon!"

Jan was looking at me during that, clearly amazed at the reports of what I'd done with – and to – Kelly. Surprisingly, though, there didn't seem to be the slightest trace of jealousy or regret. If anything, I thought I detected a bit of envy, but certainly nothing more than that.

Turning to Jan, I said "Jan, I expect that Kelly has already said it, but I wanted to thank you, too, for keeping Leo and John occupied this afternoon. It let Kelly and I have the time we needed to make her first time more pleasant and enjoyable; and if she hasn't already, she has my permission to tell you why*I* was grateful for the opportunity, as well." Here, they both flushed slightly, telling me that there weren't many secrets between them, if any at all – obviously, Kelly had repeated what I'd said about wanting to make up for my youthful ignorance.