The conclusion. A lot of sex, not much of it graphic. Some important family history revealed. Enjoy. Comments welcome. Sign 'em and I'll answer them. Jb7
Sally unlocked the side door to her house and led Rita to the kitchen. As they passed the stairway to the basement, they heard two distinct female giggles and the male groaning which usually accompanies an ejaculation.
"Sounds like Di and Kitty are torturing Paul again," commented Sally, whispering.
"He's a big boy; he can handle them," Rita replied. She looked around the kitchen, remembering a day over twenty years ago. "I've always liked this house, even when I was a teenager. It always seemed so homey."
"Did you know Dr. and Mrs Williams?"
"Everybody knew them. They both taught at the high school. I dated their son one summer."
"You dated Tim Williams? It
is
a small world. He's the girls' father. We were married his senior year at Northern State." Sally was busy at the stove, putting on water for tea. Rita felt her heart drop into her stomach. Tim Williams was Paul's father.
"Are you okay?" Sally asked. "You look kind of pale."
"I'm fine; just been a long week, and this humidity is getting to me. It does every Spring until I adapt." She sat down at the table. "How are you doing? Is the baby behaving?"
"As much as any of them do. He's an active little bugger. Thank you for interceding with your father. He has a reputation for being strict about being and appearing professional."
"It was easier than I thought. Since my mother died, he's been easier to talk to, more accepting of people and their foibles. He seemed happy when I told him about Paul and Patti. He's even invited me for dinner this weekend."
The sound of heavy footfalls on the stairs alerted them to the imminent appearance of their children. Kitty was the first to appear, completely nude. Di, also nude, was right on her heels. Paul, coming up after them, pushed the girls into the kitchen. "Ooh," screamed Kitty, covering herself with her hands. Thinking quickly, to preserve their secret, Paul and Di copied her.
"Wh...when did you guys get here?" Di stammered.
"Um, just a few minutes ago, about the time Paul climaxed, I think," grinned Sally. "At least, that's how it sounded." Kitty didn't notice, but she was the only one who blushed at Sally's statement. "Are you finished? Would any of you like some tea? Paul, your mom will need a ride home, if you don't mind."
"No problem; I have to drop Kitty off on the way home, too."
Rita looked at Kitty. "Hello, I don't think we've met. You must be Kitty. I'm Paul's mom, Rita."
"G... g... glad to meet you, Mrs. Tomkins. If you'll excuse me, I should go get dressed."
"Probably a good idea for you two, also," Sally said, pouring hot water into the teapot. "Would any of you like some tea when you're dressed?"
"Not for me, Mom."
"Do we have time, Mom, or are you in a hurry?"
"No, thank you, Mrs Williams."
"That depends on when Kitty needs to be home."
"There's no hurry, Mrs. T.; my parents are going out for dinner tonight. It's their twenty-fifth anniversary."
"Would you like to have dinner with Paul and me; but I must warn you, at home, Paul and I are nudists."
Kitty looked shocked for a moment, then laughed. "Well, you've already seen everything, so why not. I'd be happy to. Thank you."
Dinner at the Tomkins that evening was surprisingly comfortable. Kitty seemed totally at ease, despite being nude in Rita's presence. The teen helped the older woman put together a simple supper of chops, mac and cheese and salad. As they worked, the two women talked.
"You're a nurse, aren't you?" Kitty asked. "I think that's what Paul told me."
"Yes, I'm a nurse practitioner with the Southern City Internists."
"May I ask you a question? It's about sex, and I'd be embarrassed to ask Dr Pederson. She's been my doctor since I was five. It's almost like she's my mom."
Rita laughed. "I understand, and Kate's reputation for preaching abstinence is well known. What do you want to know?"
"Isn't it supposed to hurt for a girl the first time she has sex? Or does it depend on the guy, or something else?"
"I take it that it didn't hurt your first time." Kitty shook her head. "If the guy was super careful, and patient, or relatively thin in the penile department, and if you were very aroused, you might not have noticed it when your hymen was breached. Or you might already have torn it.
"Do you ride horses or bicycles a lot, especially off the road? Or are you a cheerleader or gymnast?" She looked at Kitty. "Or you might, at some time, have been drugged and raped."
"Wouldn't I know if that happened? Wouldn't there be some signs?"
"If the guy wore a condom, or pulled out before he ejaculated and cleaned you up afterward, the only sign might be a little blood. He could have put a towel or pad under you. The only way you might know is, maybe, some muscle ache in your abdomen, similar to menstrual cramping."
Kitty looked thoughtful. "No," she said, mostly to herself, "it couldn't have been...he wouldn't... What about the other stuff, the guy and being aroused?" she asked, looking at Rita.
