Chapter 3

I was still awake when Sally gently lifted the covers and slid her naked body underneath. It was our first 'normal' night in over a week, with both of us in bed at the same time. Janey was sleeping comfortably now, and with her maternal link, Sally would be awake at the first sign of trouble. I had observed this 'link' in action on numerous occasions and, while it seemed to be abnormally strong, I didn't think of it as odd or unusual.

At first, Sally stayed completely on the far side of the bed, not wanting contact, or perhaps not wanting to wake me. After restlessly tossing about for a while, unable to get comfortable, or maybe just making sure I was awake, she edged closer, finally moving her gorgeous ass into me 'spoon fashion.' Now, under normal circumstances, when she came to bed naked and backed into me like that, it was a signal for a night of wild sex. Even though we had gone a long week without any sort of sexual relief, somehow I didn't think that sex was what she wanted tonight, and, fortunately, my dick behaved for once and didn't try to poke into her uncharacteristically unreceptive body. Self-preservation runs deep in my family.

I figured with all the bouncing around she had been doing that she wanted me to be awake, so I moved my arm over her and drew her close. Her large firm tits, normally so convenient in that position, went unmolested as we cuddled. She gave a deep sigh and snuggled firmly into my body, savoring the simple skin-to-skin contact she shared with me all along her back from shoulders to toes. I expected more tears. She just sighed.

Sally was still in crisis mode and her mind was going a thousand miles an hour. So was mine. Several minutes - hours? - passed in silence.

"Larry? You awake?" she asked quietly.

"Uh-huh." I hesitated, not knowing which direction to go. I took the safe route. "So, do you think Janey's going to be OK?"

I could feel her nod.

"Yes. The doctors said by Monday she could go back to school with full activities. The counselor agreed, too. She said the sooner she goes back the better."

"Monday? So soon? But... ?" I let the unspoken question hang there. Sally didn't answer it.

Sally was quiet for a long time. I had almost given up continuing the conversation and, in all truth, I was content to just hold her. Skin on skin was something I could get used to, especially when it was hers and mine. Under the circumstances, the closeness had a healing, bonding effect on me. I hoped she was feeling the same things. Comfortable with these sensations, I almost missed it when she continued.

"Larry, you know how much I like sex," she said quietly.

Huh? This came from out of the blue, from left field, from nowhere. My bewilderment must have been obvious, even in the dark. I could almost feel her grinning at my confusion.

"You must have realized by now, Larry, that I have a much higher sexual appetite than normal. I always have. I have been aware of it since I first learned boys and girls were different. It was difficult, especially when I was Janey's age, but I never let it control me, or determine my actions. Influence them, yes, sometimes unwisely, but at that age they did not determine them, no. Sex has been one of the greatest joys of my life.

"Janey is my daughter in every way. I haven't encouraged or discouraged her sexuality. I didn't need to. She has masturbated since age 5, the same time I started. However, she has been aware from the beginning that other people wouldn't understand if she involved them in her sexual activities and has always acted responsibly. She was - she is a good kid. She hasn't given me a bit of trouble in that way, and I always assumed she would grow up and have as rewarding a sex life as I have.

"But now? Oh, God, Larry, now I'm so afraid for her. Maybe it's weird, but she and I have a link or something between us, especially when we are near to each other. I can't explain it, exactly. It's like we can sense each other's moods and feelings. It's not mind reading, exactly. But I know when she's horny or happy, and she senses when I am sad, and how very happy you have made me."

She stopped and brought her hands up between her breasts, capturing my hand between hers.

"The Janey I had 'felt' before is gone. Until today - no, it was sometime last night. Before then all I got when I was near her was fear, fear of sex, fear of men, fear of herself and her sexual feelings, and tremendous guilt. It's still bad; it's as if she thinks she is responsible for what happened.

"I know right now she is healing physically and that she'll get over most of the pain in time. But her first sexual experience with another person was so traumatic, so horrendous! I'm afraid she'll never let a man near her again, that she will never experience this wonderful thing between two people, that she will never let anyone close enough to know love."

Sally hugged my hands to her again to show me what she meant.

"I'm afraid she will never have the courage to meet new people, to trust them, to venture out into the exciting places in life. That she will always be suspicious of people and that it will turn her into an ugly person. 'Ugly on the inside becomes ugly on the outside.'"

I let her talk. I didn't understand some of what she was saying, especially about that link thing and all, but I knew enough to keep quiet. Finally the silence got to me, and I had to open my big fat mouth.

"So, is there anything we can do to help her get over this?"

That's right. I said "we." Stupid, stupid, stupid.

She seemed to give a start, as if 'doing' something about it had not occurred to her. Or maybe it was that 'we' would do it together. I don't know. I do know I could sense the sudden change in her attitude and the change in the direction of her thoughts, even without being able to see her face. Her whole body radiated excitement as she grasped on to this tiny ray of hope.

"Well, what I think she needs is someone who can teach her, be patient with her, let her be the instigator while gently encouraging her exploration of her sexuality until her fear of sex is gone. It would have to be someone older; someone she trusts, someone more experienced. Someone she knows already."

"Where would you find someone like that?" I asked. "It doesn't sound like they would be listed in the Yellow Pages."

I just about said something about a particular High School teacher who came to mind. We had discussed his known proclivities for young girls before, but the fucking teacher's union was strong in this state and he just kept on molesting - all right, allegedly molesting, young girls. I also didn't think a 'funny' remark would have been the right thing to say at that particular moment. Given what she said next and what happened as a result, I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I had broken the mood at that moment. But we'll never know, will we?

"I don't know. Right now, you're the only man I know of who I trust enough to ... Oh, my! Larry!" her voice trailed off, as the solution became as obvious to her as my sudden erection jabbing into her ass.

Let me explain a few things. First, Sally is, as far as I am concerned, the perfect woman. Not just for me. She is THE perfect woman. I personally know of several other red-blooded males who agree, and who are extremely jealous of my relationship with her. Comments about giving a left nut in exchange for an evening with her, etc. might be inappropriate given the circumstances, but hey, it is the thought that counts, right?

Sally is smart, witty, loving, caring, giving, yada yada yada. Don't misunderstand. I don't mean to trivialize those attributes; I just need to save several megabytes of hard disk space by not listing each and every one of them. I consider things like honesty, integrity, and trust to be among her best qualities, but, for the moment, her physical attributes are more appropriate to consider.

Sally stands 5'2" in her stocking feet. Those delicate feet grace the ends of two of the shapeliest legs God could ever dream of forming, if God ever dreamed at all, much less of female anatomy. At the top of her thighs, she is both trim and voluptuous at the same time. In front, her mound doesn't mound at all. Her stomach is hard and flat. Not a bulge, not a wrinkle in that silky smooth expanse of skin, even when bending over. Her hips flare slightly, and narrow to a waspish waist. And that's after one birth!

From behind, she looks slightly more Reubinesque. You've heard it said before, but in this case it is true; she has an ass to die for. It is high, tight, unblemished and firm, yet soft to the touch with resilient, fully rounded, mouth watering mounds.

I remember vividly the first time that I had seen her near naked ass revealed to me in all of its splendor. She was in a black thong bikini. We had been dating for about a month and things were going well between us. We were both anxious about our first sexual encounter, but realized that what was building between us was special. We both wanted to give it time to grow at its own pace. We were not yet ready for an overnighter, well, I was ready, I just didn't want her to reject me this early on in the relationship. Anyway, I had invited her to a friend's secluded place on the island for the day.