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 The Line of Magdalene

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   Book One - Chrysalis Music

   Chapter Four

   "You look great and your timing is perfect!" Kathryn enthused, just as
the doorbell rang.  "Please run down and show our guests in."

   Continuing in my befuddled state, I went down to the front door only to
see Naomi stick her head in the door and call out.

   "Hello?  Oh!  Hi!  Harrison!" she said cheerily, as she stood aside to
let another woman enter.  The family resemblance was obvious and judging by
her age, she was Naomi's sister.  Her shoulder length hair was the same
strawberry blonde as Naomi's.  It was hard to decide which woman was
prettier.  They both were stunningly attractive.

   "Harrison, this is Rachel, my mother." Naomi introduced us.

   My jaw must have dropped, because Rachel smiled and said, "A common
mistake, Mr.  Sutter."

   "Harrison, please." I interjected.

   "People often mistake us for sisters." She continued, putting her hand
out, giving me the cue to shake her hand and recover my composure.

   After removing their winter coats they looked even better.  Looking
closer, I could tell she was a different generation, but not because of
signs of age.  It was more her bearing and the way she dressed.  Rachel was
wearing cream camisole top and a maroon fitted suit, stockings and heels.
An elegant gold ring graced her right hand, but her left ring finger was
bare.  She carried herself with an air of professionalism and style.  I was
intensely curious about how they could appear so close in age, and who
Naomi's father was.

   Naomi was wearing a grey hooded sweater with a plunging neckline that
buttoned tightly between her breasts, and flared open again to reveal her
pierced navel.  She also wore a tight short skirt.  She was bare legged
with Birkenstocks on her feet.  Her long hair was braided, snaked around
her neck, down inside the front of her sweater and down between her
breasts. She had a youthful sexuality that would distract any man, or so I
told myself.

   At that moment Kathryn appeared at the top of the stairs, wiping her
hands on a tea towel.  "Don't just stand there, Harrison.  Invite our
guests upstairs!" I made an elaborate gesture, bowing with a sweeping
motion of my arm to show the obvious stairs up to where Katherine was
standing.  As they started up, I busied myself with hanging up our guests
coats.  Women were obviously conspiring behind my back.  Rachel had known
that I would be surprised at her arrival.

   Just as I bounded up the top stair, Lin was coming out of the kitchen
carrying a tray of hors d'oeuvres.  She was wearing a white silk blouse, a
short black skirt, black stockings, and heels.  She had the appearance of a
caterer holding the tray, with the white towel over her arm.  To my eyes,
she looked as sexy in this "uniform" as she did nude.

   "Welcome!" she said, putting her tray down and hugging Naomi
enthusiastically.  I laughed silently too myself as I noticed Lin's right
hand give Naomi's ass a little squeeze.

   Naomi extracted herself from Lin's clutch and introduced her mother. 
This time it was my turn to smile at Lin's reaction to Rachel.

   "So you are the famous Lin!" Rachel proclaimed.

   "Famous?" Lin said incredulously.

   "Next to Kathryn and Harry..."

   "Harrison, Mother."

   "Excuse me, please" Rachel said smiling at me and then back to Lin,
"Along with Kathryn and Harrison, Naomi has been talking of nothing but her
new friends.  She is eager to see the pictures from your photo shoot that
didn't make it onto Harrison's web site.  Nothing stimulates her curiosity
more than denying her something!" Her laughter brought smiles to all the
women's faces, but Lin's smile came with a deep blush.

   "Mother!" Naomi laughed.  "You just can't leave well enough alone..."

   Lin's embarrassment was interrupted by Yana's entry to the living room.
Yana was radiant with glowing blonde hair and form fitting blue denim bib
overalls.  She made mundane work clothes look elegant - and sexy - she was
ony wearing a translucent white tube top under the bib.  The women stopped
talking to stare.

   "Did I interrupt something?" Yana asked innocently, and I noticed Lin
smile in relief at the focus switching away from her.  She picked up tray
and reassumed her serving role.

   Kathryn played hostess and introduced Yana around, while I watched the
bevy of beautiful women interact.  Soon all the women were drinking either
iced tea or wine and nibbling on Lin's hors d'oeuvres.

   Naomi had literally cornered Yana and was grilling her about her
modeling career and Kathryn was talking quietly with Rachel.  Lin sat
quietly at my side, smiling at all her new found lovers and friends.  She
patted my thigh, stood up and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, before
heading into the kitchen.

   She returned in moments with a highball glass containing a generous
splash of Flor de Cana rum on the rocks.  I smiled and took the glass
gratefully and Lin returned to the kitchen.  I sat comfortably, enjoying my
rum and watching the women talk, but not even trying to track their
conversations.

   A little later, Lin had successfully herded everyone to the table and I
understood what all the cooking had been about earlier in the day. 
Everyone raved about Lin's artistry in the kitchen, which left Lin blushing
deeply again, and obviously flattered.  Though she ate at the table with us
and listened intently to the various conversations, she also seemed to be
enjoying serving courses and displaying her culinary skills.

   Over the course of the meal, I discovered that Rachel was an
obstetrician with a flourishing local practice, in spite of the problems
with rampantly escalating malpractice insurance rates.

   I also learned that Rachel was the legal owner of Chrysalis Music, but
in fact the entire enterprise was under Naomi's operational control. 
Rachel had purchased the run-down music store four years ago.  It's
previous owners had sold eagerly and considered themselves lucky to get out
without a total loss.  The competition from Borders, Best Buy, and growing
online music services like iTunes, had been too intense for them.

   Chrysalis Music had prospered under Naomi's management, because of local
niche marketing, loyal customers, and in part because Naomi didn't take a
salary.

   "Four years ago?" Kathryn asked.  "You've been running the place for
four years, Naomi?  You were 12 then!"

   "Well, Mom's accountant helps, and the staff that already worked there
are great!" she replied.

   "So that flexible and oh-so-cool owner is you Mom?" I jibbed at Naomi,
who blushed.

   "No!  She's the real owner!  People who don't know her well often find
it too incredible to believe, so she refers to me as the 'owner.'" Rachel
interjected.  "Truth be told, I don't know a thing about the business,
other than Naomi pays the mortgage, taxes, insurance, etc.  I could sell
the land the store sits on for enough to cover our original purchase price.
Property values have sure gone up in that neighborhood!"

   "Mom says it keeps me out of trouble." Naomi said.

   "Anyone want dessert and coffee?" Lin inquired as we all rose to clear
the dinner dishes.  I was dismayed when everyone claimed to be full.

   "Kathryn, will you show me your house?" Rachel asked, and Kathryn
immediately agreed.

   While they wandered off, I stayed to help Lin with the dishes and Naomi
disappeared into Yana's room to 'play dress-up' with the model.

   I pushed Lin away from the sink and rinsed dishes and handed them to her
to put into the dishwasher.  When it came to the pots and serving dishes,
Lin pushed me aside to wash them and place them on the drying rack.  I
stood behind her with my arms around her, fondling her breasts and
generally trying to be a distraction.  With her hands still in the sink,
Lin gave in to my attention, leaned her head back and kissed my deeply.  We
were still locked in that kiss, I had lifted her blouse and my hands were
cupping her bare tits, when we heard the sound of feet on the stairs.

   We stood frozen in that kiss for a fraction of a second too long and
Rachel appeared at the top of the stairs.  She was looking right at us and
she smiled.  I gave her a slightly sheepish look and removed my hands from
Lin's tits and she straightened her blouse.

   "You're right, Kathryn, you can't leave them alone too long!" She
chuckled as Kathryn appeared at her side.  Kathryn winked at us and
chuckled too, as she led Rachel down the hall to complete the house tour.

   Lin smiled and turn her attention back to the dishes.  I picked up a
dish towel and went to work drying the serving dishes.

   When we were done, I went in search of Kathryn, with Lin following.  We
found her at the computer with Rachel.  Lin blushed when she saw that the
picture on the monitor.  It was one of the shots that Kathryn had taken of
me pressing up Lin against the brick wall.  Her legs were wrapped around my
waist and her head was thrown back.  The photo captured the ecstasy on her
face - making it clear she was in the midst of a orgasm.

   "So these are the mysterious shots that Naomi guessed existed." Rachel
surmised.  "I can see why you didn't put them up on the web!"

   "Yes, that session ended up being more about fulfilling Lin's fantasy
than it was about building a portfolio." I explained.

   "Naomi!" Rachel called out to my great surprise.  "Come see this!"

   Kathryn smiled at my obvious surprise and Rachel looked questioningly.

   "You don't strike me as prude or fundamentalist, Harrison." Rachel said.
"I have never hidden anything from Naomi."

   "Hide it from her?  No, I would not advocate denying that sex happens,
but she is only sixteen." I responded.

   Behind me I heard Naomi say, "We've had this discussion before,
Harrison."

   "Harrison, I think you should know when you're out numbered!" Kathryn
said, grinning at me.

   "I have always been numbered in this house!" I whined.

   "And I suspect you like it that way!" Rachel quipped.

   "So what was Harrison trying to hide from me?" Naomi insisted.

   "We were looking the pictures of Lin's photo shoot." Rachel responded,
and Lin blushed again.  I put my arm over her shoulder to pull her close
and Yana squeezed into the small office beside us.  Kathryn turned the
monitor so that her daughter could see.  Naomi gasped audibly and turned to
look at Lin and I with big eyes.  Lin blushed even more deeply, if that was
even possible, and buried her face in my shoulder.

   Naomi crossed to Lin and hugged her.  "That picture is so exciting.  May
I see more?" she asked looking at us both.

   Lin looked up at me questioningly.

   "It's okay with me, if you aren't too embarrassed." I said and kissed
her on the forehead.  "Besides, I know that I am out numbered!"

   "Actually, I'd like you to see them, since its okay with Rachel, but I
am not sure that I can stay while you look." Lin said bashfully, and walked
out.  I shrugged my shoulder and was about to follow when Rachel rose and
indicated clearly with a look, and a nod of her head, that everyone should
leave.  We all took that cue and left Naomi alone with the computer.

   "Let's have dessert," Kathryn suggested and called back to Naomi, "Take
your time dear, we'll save some for you!"

   Lin had recovered from the embarrassment by the time the coffee was
brewed, and cheerfully engaged in the ensuing chit-chat over dessert.  When
Naomi finally came to the table, she was flushed and clearly in a state of
arousal, which everyone did their best to ignore.  I thought to myself that
it was unfair to get her aroused like that when she had no lover to offer
her relief.

   We talked over coffee for a while longer, before Rachel said they had
better be going.  Both Rachel and Naomi thanked us for the evening.  There
were kisses and hugs all around.

   "See you tomorrow!" Naomi called to me as she went out the door.

   As we were heading to bed, Lin stopped me and whispered, "May I spend
the night with Yana?"

   "Let me talk to Kathryn."

   Kathryn was happy to agree and we headed to bed alone.  As we were
snuggling in, I asked Kathryn again if she would come to Naomi's house with
me for the shoot.  This time she was not worried about her reaction to
Naomi, but she wanted to stay home with Lin and Yana.  It appears they had
made plans that did not include me.

   The next morning I got up late and found myself alone in the house.  A
note on the kitchen table told me that the girls had gone to a day spa, and
had plans to go shopping, dinner, and dancing.  They expected to see me the
next morning before Yana left for Florida.  I felt a mix of relief to be
alone and annoyance at being abandoned.  I found fresh baked muffins,
courtesy of Lin, and I brewed some fresh roasted coffee the way I like it -
strong and black.

   I puttered around the remainder of the morning, getting equipment
together, checking batteries, and generally killing time in a thoroughly
enjoyable manner.  Before I knew it, it was early afternoon.  I made a
sandwich with fresh French bread, ham and cheese.  I ate it as is reviewed
photos of my previous shoot with Naomi.

   I arrived at Rachel and Naomi's house a little early, but they were
ready.  We sat in their living room talking about the shoot.  After last
night, I was not surprised that Naomi said that she wanted me to take some
nudes and Rachel agreed unquestioningly.  When I suggested a
Mother-Daughter topless portraits, they loved the idea, and began
undressing immediately.

   "Hold on!" I blustered." I am sure I looked panicked.  "Can we talk
though a plan for the shoot..."

   Rachel laughed and laid a hand on her overeager daughter's shoulder. 
"We're scaring our photographer, darling!"

   Naomi stopped with her blouse fully un-buttoned, giving me a pleasant
view of her nubile breasts.  We sat on the sofa and they looked at me
expectantly.  Naomi had a hard time hiding her impatience, while I felt
suddenly awkward.  I wished to god that Kathryn was there to deflect their
stares!  She would jump right in and handle the situation and I could hide
behind my lenses.

   "Perhaps..." I paused to think.  "Perhaps we could start with some
casual portraits, dressed as you are now, though...  perhaps you could
button up a little?" I said, looking at Naomi.  "Then we can move to some
formal wear..."

   "Since I'm going to gave to change for the formal shots, let's do the
nudes in between." Naomi suggested very sensibly.  Instinctively I wanted
to object, but when I turned to Rachel, she shook her head with a look that
told me not to look to her for support.  I noticed that she still hadn't
buttoned up her blouse either.

   The casual portraits were easy and flowed nicely.  I shot most of them
using available light from the big bay window.  Naomi never did completely
re-button her blouse, so there was always a certain level of sexual tension
in the pictures.  In a pause in the shooting, Naomi asked her mother to
unbraid her hair.  This made for another nice series, so I encouraged
Rachel to brush Naomi's long hair.  There were some great shots, but when
this theme was exhausted, it was time for the topless shots of the gorgeous
pair.

   Slipping off their blouses didn't need to have taken as long as it did.
Rachel slowly took off Naomi's blouse, as I clicked away.  Watching the
mother and daughter undress in their living room was arousing with an
intensity that surprised me.  It was hard to keep focused on being the
photographer and not succumb to my arousal.  I had previously had glimpses
of Naomi's bare breasts and was not surprised at the perfection of her form
as she exposed more too my view.  Her strawberry blonde hair flowed over
her pale skin.  Her small pert breasts were capped with rosy, puffy
nipples. Her stomach was smooth with youth.

   Rachel's body was a surprise.  She had the body of a 21 year old.  Her
breasts betrayed no sag and were larger than her daughter's.  Her skin had
the luminescence of youth and her tummy was obviously tight and smooth.  It
was clear that she worked out to keep her figure, but still she had a
youthful appearance that seemed inconsistent with the age of a fully
qualified medical doctor and mother of a 16 year old.  She even if Naomi
was born while Rachel was in medical school, she just looked too darn
young!

   "Ahmmm..." Naomi cleared her throat to politely refocus my attention.

   "Oh, sorry.  No, I won't apologize!  You two are just so damned
perfectly gorgeous!" I defended myself.  "If you caught me staring... 
well...  then it's just your own damned fault!"

   Rachel laughed and took it as the complement it was intended to be.  I
pull out a dining chair and carried it to the living room.  I suggested
that they could fuss with each other's hair and perhaps light eyeliner,
while to set up my strobe and reflectors.

   It didn't take long, and soon the two women were ready.  I seated Naomi
in the single chair and gingerly arranged her long hair over one shoulder,
trying not to touch her too intimately.  The thick, luxuriant hair
completely hid one breast, and I trying to carefully move enough strands so
that her nipple would peak out.

   "I am not made of antique china!" Naomi muttered.  I stepped back
uncertain.

   "I think what she means is that it is okay to touch her, Harrison."
Rachel added.

   "Mom!  What I meant was that I WANT him to touch.  I won't break, in
fact I'll like it." Naomi said stridently.

   "Well then you should have said that first, Naomi.  He's just being
considerate.  Perhaps we should set the ground rules for Harrison, honey."

   "Honestly, if we talk as we go, I think I'll pick it up." I said.  This
was not going to be a discussion that I thought I'd be comfortable with. 
In recent days my sex life had broadened dramatically, but this
mother/daughter pair were beyond my experience.  I didn't want to let them
know how off balance they had me, so I added, "Naomi's nipples are so
perfectly smooth and puffy right now.  I was afraid that if I touch them
too much they'll harden and get pointy."

   "They do have that beautiful look of youth and virginity." Rachel said,
smiling at me knowingly.

   "Okay," Naomi acquiesced sheepishly.

   I arranged the hair so the pretty nipple peeked out from between her
glowing, strawberry blonde hair.

   Next I had Rachel stand behind Naomi, with her beautifully manicured
hands resting on her daughters, hands.  I couldn't resist running my hands
over her pert c-cup breasts and brushing my fingers over her nipples.  She
smile silently, but her hardening nipples stood out and she unconsciously
thrust her chest out.  She had a chest that would make any woman proud.

   I started shooting.  I framed from Naomi's tummy to Rachel's head.  They
were gorgeous together.  Rachel put her hand on Naomi's head and stroked
her hair.  Naomi cocked her head to one side and looked up at her mother,
her face just inches from her mother's breast.  It made a great shot.

   After a few more shots, the Naomi stood and changed places, letting her
mother be seated.  They worked well together and were perfectly comfortable
with each other's nudity.  There was a bond - an almost visible charge -
between them that was not sexual.  It could only be a bond of love between
a mother and daughter.

   Next I moved them to the sofa, where Naomi lay down with her head in
Rachel's lap.  I stopped shooting to array Naomi's hair again.  This time I
didn't shy away from her breasts.  They were irresistible.  I gently ran my
hand over her nipples and watched her reaction as she arched her back to
bring her body up to my hand.  Rachel smiled indulgently at her daughter's
reaction.  Encouraged by both of their reactions, I fondled her a little
longer and was rewarded with little diamond hard nipples under my fingers.
Naomi sighed as I stepped back to begin shooting again.  At my direction,
she kept her back arched.  Her panties bothered by me - they broke the
smooth flowing lines of her nude body.  When I mentioned it, they both rose
and removed this last article of clothing.  I noticed that they both have
shaved their pubic areas completely bare.  When they resumed their pose, I
clicked away.

   We were interrupted by a vibrating sound, and Rachel got up to check her
blackberry.

   "Sorry, Mrs.  Donaldson is going into labor.  I have to go." she said
and hurried to gather her clothes and headed to her room to dress.  She
called back, "Harrison, no need to stop on my account!  Please go ahead
with the shoot."

   Naomi smiled, still lying naked on the sofa.  I was determined to call
it off.  I knew I could not trust myself alone with Naomi.  So when Rachel
reappeared moments later, transformed into from a nude model into a medical
professional, I stopped her in the hall.

   "Rachel, I don't think it is right that I stay alone with Naomi.  I hope
you understand."

   "Harrison, you are loveably dense!  I trust you completely.  I know that
you would never knowingly do anything to hurt Naomi.  In fact my fear is
only that Naomi will hurt you as she tries to get YOU to do what SHE
wants." she responded with a grin.

   "Yes, of course, but she is a ..." I stammered.

   "She's a what?  A minor?  A virgin?  You know that's a losing argument
in this house.  We all know she's a virgin, and if she chooses to give her
virginity to you, I wouldn't try to stop her.  In fact I could think of
many ways she might choose to lose it that I would disapprove of, but I
still wouldn't try to stop her!  You...  I approve of you."

   Then she turned to Naomi, leaving me in shock, and said, "Darling, Be
gentle with Harrison.  You know you shouldn't try to force anything on him,
any more than he should force anything on you!  Remember, he came here for
a photo shoot."

   "I know, mother." she said sweetly.  "Don't worry.  We'll be fine."

   I felt like a fly in a spider's trap.  My most immediate concern was now
the one of Kathryn.  She had stayed away because she didn't trust herself
with Naomi.  Now I was the one at risk.

   "You look worried, Harrison.  Why don't you call Kathryn and heed
whatever advice she has to offer.  And, I am Naomi's GYN.  You don't need
to worry about pregnancy." Rachel said.  "Naomi, you be good and give
Harrison space for a moment."

   "Okay!" she said with enthusiasm.  "I'll get some clothes on and primp
for the next pictures.  Is formalwear okay?"

   "Sure!" I said with relief and went to the kitchen to find a phone.

   The first call to home yielded the answering machine.  Kathryn's cell
phone answered on the second ring.  It was Lin.

   "Hey, Kathryn looks great in this negligee!  You should see her!"

   "Where are you two?"

   "We're all in a dressing room at Victoria's Secret.  Yana is here too.
So how's the shoot going?"

   I explained my predicament to Lin and could hear her relaying it to
Kathryn in whispers.

   "You Lucky Jerk!" Lin finally interrupted, unable to contain herself
further and laughing uproariously.  "Can I come take your place?"

   I could hear Kathryn ask for the phone.

   "Harrison, what exactly did Rachel say before she left?"

   I relayed the entire conversation to Kathryn, using Rachel's exact,
startling words.

   "Did Naomi hear it all?"

   "Yes, she was lying on the sofa, and looking completely seductive!  I
felt like a fly in a web!" I responded.

   "Sounds like a girl as picked you to be The One.  And astonishingly, her
mother seems to be in cahoots with her." Kathryn mused.  "If you want to be
The One, be gentle and follow her lead.  My intuition is that they have
talked about this already.  Now that I think about it, it fits with things
they said last night.  They were both really clear that they considered
Naomi to be 'of age,' whether society agrees or not.  Want me to call
Rachel?"

   "Are you saying that you think it is okay?" I retorted.

   "Darling, I think it is more than okay.  I think it is romantic.  If she
wants you to be The One, you have my blessing.  Rachel's a doctor.  She has
her on the pill or she wouldn't have said it was okay."

   "Holy Jesus!" I blurted out.

   "Darling, Lin is right, you are a lucky jerk!  Now, do you trust
Rachel?"

   "Yes."

   "I trust her too.  I trust both of them.  Do you want me to call her,
woman to woman?"

   "No.  It's okay"

   "So, if you're going to spend the night, call and let me know." She said
laughing.  I could tell that Lin was having a laughing jealousy fit.

   "Oh merde!" I swore quietly.

   After I hung up, I sat there a moment staring at the phone.  What the
hell was happening?

   "Harrison?" I turned to see Naomi standing in the entry to the kitchen.
She was in a sleek black gown, wavy hair cascaded over her like liquid. 
She looked like she was ready for the prom, except tears were beginning to
well up in her eyes.  I stood and she melted into my arms.

   "I am so sorry!" she said.  "I was being selfish.  You are married to a
wonderful woman who you love."

   "If you don't stop crying, the next shoot will be of a girl that looks
like she's just been stood up for the prom."

   She smiled through her tears.  "That might be an interesting theme..."

   With that, we started a series with her in tears.  She kept crying
throughout.  I couldn't tell if they were real tears, or theatrical, but
the effect was riveting.  They flowed freely and her makeup smeared down
the tracks of her tears.  When I thought that we had exhausted the theme, I
asked Naomi what she would do next, if she'd been stood up.

   "First, I'd get out of this formal rig." she decided.

   I followed her to her bedroom, set up my strobe and reflectors, and
started shooting as she slowly undressed.  The next shots of her were
electric with her in black bra, panties, and stockings, with tear streaked
face.

   Finally, I stopped shooting and sat down beside her and put an arm
around her.  She leaned into me.  I hugged her close, and she started to
apologize again.  I knew that only my actions could tell her that it was
all okay.  I reached over and cupped one of her breasts in my hand and when
she turned to look up at me, I kissed her tenderly.  She responded eagerly,
her tongue probing my lips.  Beginning to breathe heavily, I broke off the
kiss, and used a small towel from her dresser to wipe the tear stains and
make up from her face.  She hugged me and slid over to straddle my lap,
facing me.

   "What did Kathryn tell you?" she asked.

   "Didn't you hear?"

   "I only heard you say 'Holy Jesus!' and 'shit' in French."

   "She said that I should trust you and your Mom.  She said to follow your
lead.  Where do you want to lead me?"

   "I've led you where I want you...  to my bedroom.  Will you still follow
my lead?" she perked up.  I pulled her close and fondled her breast again,
pulling the bra cup down, exposing her nipple for gentle attention.

   "Yes, I'll follow." I responded.

   She stood and shrugged off the black bra and shimmied out of the lacy
black panties.  She stood before me in nothing but black thigh high
stockings.  She looked both sensual and vulnerable, but she spoke with
confidence.

   "Your turn..."

   I almost asked if she was certain, but the tone of her voice precluded
the question.  She was sure, so I stood and undressed under her watchful
eyes.  I heard her catch her breath when my fully erect penis sprang free.
Once I was nude, I sat down on the edge of the bed again.  Naomi was
staring at my cock with big green eyes.

   With slow, tentative steps she crossed the space that separated us and
resumed her former position straddling my knees.  This time she sat farther
back on my knees, instead of rubbing her crotch against mine, as she had
before.  She was clearly thinking about something - second thoughts
perhaps? I placed my hands around her ass and looked into her eyes.

   "You okay?" I inquired.

   "Uh huh..." she responded unconvincingly.

   I slid my hands slowly from her ass up the small of her back.  As I felt
the smooth skin up her back and saw the Goosebumps rise and her nipples
harden in turn.  I pulled her gently too me and kissed her softly.

   "Let's take some more pictures...  You don't need to do this." I
whispered.

   She silently drew herself closer and I felt the soft skin of her inner
thighs make contact with my cock.  We continued kissing with growing
intensity.  She drew closer and I felt her breasts brush my chest and
finally there was an electric moment when her thighs spread wider and her
pussy made contact with my swollen cock.  She felt the same electricity and
gasped.  I could feel my cock nestle between the length and warmth of her
labia lips, and she froze when her clitoris made contact.

   I hadn't moved yet and I continued to keep still, though the urge to rub
my cock against her crotch was strong.  I felt her settle her full weight
on me and she sighed.  We both looked down and we could see the head of my
cock pushed down against my tummy and her bare pussy lips wrapped around
the shaft.

   "Will it fit in me?" she puzzled.

   "Is that what's worrying you?  It will, but only if you want it and when
you're ready for it." I assured her.

   "I want it." was all she said in response and my cock twitched
reflexively.  "ohhh!" she gasped.

   "Sweetheart, let's take our time.  We can have all night if you want. 
We can even do it another time.  If you just want to cuddle right now,
that's fine." I assured her.

   "All night?  Really?  That's awesome.  I'll need time.  There is so much
that I want to learn with you."

   She relaxed visibly.  Her green eyes began to shine as she started
rocking her hips back and forth.  She was growing wetter and the exterior
of her pussy glided smoothly up and down the length of my cock.  The
sensation was wonderful and though my passion grew, but I held still. 
Naomi was breathing heavier.  Our kisses grew more desperate and my hands
roamed over her body.

   She paused for a moment and I gently guided her down in to the bed.  I
knelt between he feet and began kissing her thighs.  She arched her back,
trying to bring her pussy to my lips.  I did not deny her.  Her pussy was
unbelievably smooth and completely bare.  The inner folds of her labia were
pink, wet and starting to swell.  I kissed her tenderly and began to probe
with my tongue.  Her reaction was thrilling and the musty sexual odor of
her arousal had an intoxicating effect on me.  She spread her legs wider to
give me more access, and I probed her more deeply with my tongue.  Her
juices began to flow and her breathing became ragged.  My tongue found her
clitoris and she moaned my name.  I pulled her clitoris with my lips and
massaged it with the tip of my tongue.  I felt her hands grasp the back of
my head and held me in place.  I started to lick the length of her swollen
and wet slit.  She began bucking and squeezing my head between her thighs.

   It seemed almost no time at all, though I know it was longer, that I
could sense her orgasm coming.  She froze for an instant at the peak of her
climax, holding me tightly in place.  Her pussy flooded and I kept licking
with a passion.  When she started relaxing, I slowed down too.  Her legs
opened and I started kissing up her tummy and when I reached her breasts, I
paused to give them special attention.  As I kissed and lightly suckled her
nipples, my fingers explored the folds of her labia and her sensitive
clitoris.

   Naomi pulled me up to kiss me and reached down to find my cock.

   "Oh, god!  Harrison!  That was amazing." She tentatively and gently
stroked the head of my cock and rubbed the slick pre-cum over it.

   "Am I doing this right?  Does it feel good?  Will you teach me how to
give you a blow job?" She asked smiling wickedly.

   "Sweetheart, slow down!  This night is for you.  Maybe we can worry
about me another time.  Let's just lie here and maybe we can do some more
photos later." I responded.

   "Oh, no!  I picked you.  Mom approved you.  Your wife agreed.  You don't
get away that easily!" She giggled, hugging me close.

   "Hey!  Your mother told you not to be too force me!  Please be gentle
with me!" I pleaded, laughing.

   Naomi laughed with me.  "You know, I've gone on dates, but you are the
only guy that has even seen me naked, let alone touched me like that!  I am
such a total geek!  A virgin geek."

   "You're a gorgeous and totally desirable virgin geek." I cooed running
my hand over her hips.  "And you seem like you're in a hurry to get laid.
What's the big rush?"

   "I met you."

   "Why me?"

   She pulled me close and kissed me lovingly.  If her intent was to divert
me from the question, it worked.  I spread her knees again and started to
lightly slip my finger in between the folds of her labia.  I found the
entrance of her vaginal channel and slipped my little finger in.  Only a
little was in, I felt her hymen and stopped.

   "Can you feel that?" I asked.

   "Hmmmm....  Yes.  Just a twinge, that's my hymen, huh?  That's what
everyone makes such a big deal about?"

   "It's really tight, Sweetheart.  I can just get my little finger in."

   "Your cock is going to break it, isn't it?"

   "Yes, when you're really sure that you want me to."

   "I am a little scared, but I really want to do it!  Will you?"

   "Yes, but let's not rush." I continued to slip my little finger in and
out of the small opening in her hymen.

   "Does that hurt?"

   "Mmmmm...  only a little."

   I withdrew my finger and began rubbing the length of her pussy, from her
clit to her vaginal hole.  She began to moan and her body responded.  While
I continued fingering her, I kissed and sucked on her nipples.  Her tight
young body started responding and I could tell she was climbing towards
another orgasm.

   She surprised me, by pushing me over onto my back and climbing on top to
straddle me again.  Once again, my cock lay flat against my tummy as she
glided up and down bringing its entire length in contact with her slit.  I
lay on my back, looking up at her sitting astride my crotch - her breasts
jiggled with her motion, her eyes were closed in rapture and her hand
lightly fondled the head of my cock.  It was not long before her body began
too spasm with her second orgasm.  She broke the contact between our groins
and raised herself up.  She was fingering herself with one hand and rubbing
my slick cock with the other.  Soon she had raised the head of my cock to
her clitoris and was masturbating me with her clit at the same time as she
was masturbating herself with the head of my cock.  Her frenzy grew and I
could feel my own orgasm building.  I was going to spray my hot cum over
her clit and hand.  Before I knew what she was doing, she had manipulated
my cock back so that it's head was positioned right at the entrance to her
pussy.  We both froze for a moment and looked at each other.  Her green
eyes were hooded behind her eyelids and she was breathing deeply.  I looked
down at my rigid cock poised straight up and pointed at her virginal pussy,
held lightly in place by her own hand.  She relaxed her pose slightly and
dropped down a half an inch.  I felt the wet warmth of her pussy start to
envelope the head of my cock.  She stopped when we both felt the resistance
of her hymen.  Her eyes popped wide open.

   "Naomi.." was all I uttered, before she closed her eyes and put all her
weight on my cock.  I felt the membrane hold, she yelped, and then it tore
and she impaled herself on my cock.  She inhaled deeply and stopped.  My
cock was buried fully up to the balls in her extraordinarily tight pussy. I
struggled to compose myself and not succumb to my own orgasm immediately.

   "How do you feel?" I asked.

   She bit the corner of her lip and whispered, "It stings...  I feel
really full...  stretched...  Sorta like I gotta pee...  Are you all the
way in?"

   "Oh yeah...  Up to the balls.  You surprised me!"

   "You had me in an orgasm and I figured that I could do it..."

   "You almost didn't.  You stopped for a second there."

   "Yea...  can we just sit like this for a second...  until the stinging
stops?" she panted

   "Take your time, sweetheart.  But when you start moving, I'll probably
cum pretty quickly.  I was ready to cum when you were rubbing my cock
against your clit..."

   "Wow!  Were you?  Cum on my clit?  Promise me you'll do that some time?"

   "We can do it now..."

   "No..." she objected.  "I have you in me and you'll cum in me if you
know what's good for you, buster..."

   "Yes, ma'm!"

   She started moving again.  The sensation of her tight, hot, wet pussy
was overwhelming.  A glance down showed my cock was coated in a red film of
her virgin's blood.  Her face betrayed a mix of pain and pleasure.  I
reached up and cupped her breasts in my hands and pulled her nipples
between my thumbs and forefinger.  She sighed and began to increase the
rhythm, taking faster and longer strokes.  One of her hands dropped to her
crotch and she began to rub her clitoris furiously.  The effect on both of
us was immediate.  I couldn't restrain myself any longer and began
thrusting up to meet her down strokes.  All the while, I held her nipples
between my fingers so that her breasts were pulled and distended on each of
her up strokes.

   With in moments I arched my back rigidly and closed my eyes as my orgasm
rose from my balls and radiated through me.  As semen began to well up and
shoot into her, I thrust hard one last time.  I could feel her shiver and
her vagina began to pulse with wave after wave of contractions that rippled
around my cock in her already tight pussy.  My cock twitched uncontrollably
and she collapsed forward on to my chest.  I released her nipples and put
my arms around her to hug her tight.  We were both panting uncontrollably.

   "Naomi!" I gasped.  "That was fucking amazing!  and I mean that
literally!  How do you feel?"

   "Three unbelievable orgasms!  I feel great.  The stinging is gone, but I
ache down there a little.  Did I do good?"

   "Did you do good?  You did wonderfully.  Did that all come naturally to
you, or have you been doing 'research' of some sort?"

   Naomi laughed, which caused the muscles in her vagina to contract and my
swollen, but softening cock slipped out.

   "You know me too well.  I did some research last night.  Yana gave me
some advice and so did Lin."

   "Interesting...  What tips did they provide?"

   "Well, Yana told me not to let guy just slam into me.  Duh!  But she
also suggested that my first time it would be best if I was on top, really
aroused and then sat on it, rather than having the guy on top pushing it
in. She said it would give me control of when I was ready to take it into
me."

   "Seems like good advice.  What did Lin say?  She had an unusual past."

   "Lin thought that Yana's advice was good.  Her advice was for after..."

   "After?"

   "Let me show you..."

   She slid down, kissing my chest.  I knew immediately what Lin had
recommended to the girl.

   "Naomi, you don't have to.  That is Lin's thing.  It's not..."

   She was already at my cock, cradling it in her hand.  It was still slick
and pink with the mix of my semen and her blood.  She had a glint in her
eyes.

   "I want to!  I like Lin's idea of cleaning her lover.  Our lover. 
Anyway, Lin will ask me if I did it, and I want to be able to say, 'Yes!'"

   With that she pulled her long hair aside and sweetly began licking my
cock.  I watched in fascination while she performed Lin's act of devotion.

   We were lying asleep in each other's arms when I was startled awake by
the bedroom door opening.  Rachel was at the side of the bed and was
sitting down before I could move.

   She kind put a hand on my arm and whispered, "Let her sleep."

   I nodded.  It would have been impossible to disentangle our naked limbs
without waking her.

   "My girl is a woman now." she whispered.

   I smiled.

   "Thank you." she continued.  "She looks happy." and with that she leaned
over kissed us both good night and left.

   I fumbled for my cell phone, flipped open and in the glow of the little
screen, I composed a short text message to Kathryn.

   "FOLLOWED NAOMI'S LEAD.  SLEEPING HERE.  LOVE.  H."

   I then rolled over and joined the girl in sleep.

   I woke in the dark with Naomi fondling my hard cock.

   "Did I wake you?" she giggled in a whisper.

   "Very sweetly..."

   We began kissing and fondling each other.  We were both half awake and
the foreplay started slowly and soon was fast and frenzied.  Naomi was
still wet.  She lay on her back and pulled me to indicate that she wanted
me to mount her.  Once I was on top, she pulled her knees up and spread
them wide apart.

   Rubbing my cock up and down the length of her pussy, I asked her if she
was sure she was ready.  I didn't want her to be too sore in the morning.
"I don't care if I can't even walk tomorrow.  I want you to fuck me.  Fuck
me and fill me with cum." she panted in a husky voice.

   I positioned my cock at the entry to her pussy and let only the head
enter.  Holding myself above her I kissed her breasts in sequence, and felt
her hands on the small of my back.  She pulled me to her and I saw her
wince as the full length of my hard shaft entered her.  I stopped, fully
embedded within her, but before I could express my concern for her, she
began to pant.

   "Oh!  God!  Harrison!  Fuck me!  Fuck me hard!" she almost shouted.

   I could do nothing else.  I became consumed with the act.  She continued
to shout similar phrases and buck underneath me.  Even though my own
intense arousal and pleasure, I could tell that the girl under me was
caught up in a fusion of pain and pleasure.  Each of my thrusts rubbed
against the stinging torn tissue of her newly ruptured hymen and stretched
her recently virgin vaginal walls.  I was hurting her, but I could not
stop, nor could she.  We couldn't stop.  Her thrusts to meet mine became
faster and more erratic.  Her thighs and pussy began to ripple with her
orgasm.  My response was immediate and animalistic.  I pinned her down and
thrust mercilessly through her orgasm to reach my own.  I felt like I
torturing her forever, whereas I realized it was virtually no time at all
until I was flooding with my semen.  Her vagina couldn't contain it all.  I
collapsed onto her.  I felt the fluids flowing out around my cock and I
knew I was crushing her, but I had no control.  We were both panting
uncontrollably.  Her vaginal muscles were clenching reflexively in response
to the twitching of my cock inside her.  It was only a moment before I
regained enough control to put weight on my right arm and start to roll off
of her.  She hugged me tight to prevent me from moving.

   "You can't breathe!" I said.

   "I need you in me a little longer." she gasped.

   "Okay, roll with me."

   I hooked my feet around her ankles and kept myself deeply planted with
in her as she rolled over on top of me.

   She kissed me.

   "That was wonderful." she said.

   I mumbled my apologies for hurting her.  "I knew I was hurting you but I
couldn't stop." I lamented

   "Oh Harrison!  It was amazing!  Please promise me you'll hurt me like
that again."

   "Huh?" I puzzled

   "Well, not every time.  It will hurt later, but that wasn't pain.  It
was something else that I've never experienced.  The first time it was
stingy, and you were doing things with my nipples that should have hurt,
but it just drove me on, and I think it distracted me from the pain in my
pussy.  This time was something entirely new to me.  I've never had an
orgasm like that.  It hurt and felt wonderful.  The pain and the pleasure
fused together.  Was that just because it was the first time and I was so
tender?  Will that be the last time it hurts so very good?"

   "You liked the pain?" I asked in disbelief.

   "Is that weird?  I mean it wasn't like other pain.  It was...  like...
so stimulating."

   "Well, I don't think it's weird, but I think the pain from tearing your
hymen will be gone." I said.

   "Well, we sure made a mess!  I must have peed.  It sure felt like it."

   "I think we both shot a lot of fluids, baby, but yours wasn't pee."

   We talked some more and drifted off too sleep again.

   I woke up again with morning sun drifting through the window and the
smell of breakfast permeating the house.  I carefully extracted myself from
the sleeping beauty and tried to sneak into the bathroom.  Rachel must have
heard me rustling in the room, because she met me at the bathroom door
holding a towel and new toothbrush.  I grinned sheepishly and accepted the
offering.  She surprised me with a quick kiss and returned to the kitchen.

   The hot water from the shower flooded over me.  I soaped up quickly,
rinsed and toweled off.  I returned to Naomi's room with the towel around
my waist.  Rachel was there again.  She winked and looking down at the
towel with mock disappointment.

   "If you need anything, let me know."

   I smiled, thanked her, and return to Naomi.  She was still asleep, but
my kiss opened her eyes.  She smiled.

   "Hungry?" I asked.

   "mmm...  You showered without me..." she pouted.

   "Sorry..."

   "Go ahead and get some coffee, I'll be right along, after I shower."

   "Be quick!" I leaned over and kissed her again.  She propped herself up
on her elbow and watched as I dressed, letting out a catcall as I dropped
my towel.  I pretended to be shy and covered myself while I dressed.  My
antics had her laughing when I walked down the hall to the kitchen.  Rachel
had a breakfast for ten on the table.  I sat down with Rachel and
gratefully accepted a cup of coffee.  Somehow I expected to be grilled on
the previous night, but she made small talk, told me about the Donaldson's
baby, and passed me the Sunday paper.  I was browsing the main section and
Rachel was reading the funnies, when Naomi appeared in flannel PJ bottoms
and a tank top.  Her mother laughed.

   "Someone having trouble walking?" She taunted.  Indeed, Naomi was
walking stiffly and somewhat bowlegged.  She blushed and sat down.

   "I knew it would hurt.  What does the doctor recommend?"

   "Sit in a hot bath and soak.  Don't worry, it won't always hurt
afterwards.  Was it worth it?" Rachel asked.

   "Oh, yea, without a doubt." Naomi responded dreamily.

   "You certainly woke me up!  You were very vocal, young lady!

   "Sorry, Mom." She blushed.

   I sat there quietly the whole time.  Amazed at the conversation.  How
many 16 year old girls had sex for the first time in their own home?  With
an older married man?  One her mother approved of?  And then discussed with
their mother the next morning?  For them, it seemed so natural and correct,
but it boggled my mind.  Clearly they were an unusual family, and I
realized how little I knew about them.

   There were so many obvious questions.  As they read the morning
newspaper, I took my coffee mug and wandered into the living room.  Who was
Naomi's Dad?  There was no evidence of any man in the house.  The family
pictures around the room covered the full spectrum of normal family
pictures, but no men in the pictures.  I was particularly puzzled by one
picture that appeared to be of an extended family.  I speculated that it
was Naomi's cousin's, Rachel's sisters, aunts, etc.  The family resemblance
was clear.  Though there were a wide variation in hair colors and height,
they were all attractive women.  I was puzzled by the number of generations
present in the portrait - and the absence of any men whatsoever.

   "That family portrait interests you?" Rachel said, appearing at my side.

   "mmmm...  yea." I replied.  "The absence of men..."

   "There's a very long story behind that photo.  Perhaps another time?  I
have to go to the hospital and check on Mrs.  Donaldson.  Dinner?  Here? 
Sometime soon?"

   "mmmm...  We'd like that..." I responded, "consciously saying 'we.'

   She gave me one of those kisses that isn't exactly passionate, but
leaves a guy wanting more.  Even Naomi noticed.

   "Mommmmm!!" she wailed.  "He's mine!"

   Rachel laughed.  "No darling, He's only on loan to you.  He's Kathryn's
and I may have to ask her for a loan too."

   "Hey!  What am I?  A stud service?" I asked laughing.

   They both looked at me with the same enigmatic smile and said nothing. I
chucked nervously and Rachel said, "Oh, Harrison!  If all we wanted was a
stud service, we'd just use artificial insemination!  From what I heard
last night, you are a wonderful lover too!"

   They both laughed at this and I joined in.  We were interrupted by the
phone ringing.  Naomi answered it and returned in a few moments.

   "That was Kathryn.  They want the stud...  er I mean Harrison back." she
said giggling.  "and they invited me to lunch."

   "Then you have your plans!  I am off to the hospital.  Ciao!" Rachel
called as she left.

   Naomi and I left shortly thereafter.  She was a pest in the car.  My
cock was her new found toy, and she wanted to play!  I swatted her hand
away and focused on driving.