The fluttering of her vagina kept me hard, and the incredible tightness of her as she orgasmed would have kept me from withdrawing, even if I'd wanted to. Instead, I leaned over her again, my hands next to hers, covering her body with mine as her climax gradually tapered off. When enough of it had passed, she started to shakily lower herself to the bed; I put an arm around her and helped ease both of us down, so that I stayed close to – and inside of – her.
When she was finally on her stomach, I eased my legs to the outsides of hers, so that I was crouched over her.
After a bit, she managed to turn her head enough that we could share a kiss before she told me "Clara Hawkes was right – you are *something*. I don't think she meant it quite this way, though!", with a giggle. I laughed, and told her "You seem to have done pretty well yourself, there, Agent Jones."
She kissed me again, and answered "It wouldn't have been possible without you."
We lay there like that for another couple of minutes before my penis finally softened enough to pull free of her. When it did, she got a surprised look on her face, and said "THAT part I'd forgotten about – the getting sticky and feeling, um, drafty, when it's over."
I nuzzled her ear, and said "If you'd like, I'd be happy to share a shower with you – that would pretty much solve both problems, I think."
She all but purred as she told me "I'd love it."
It was a considerably changed Amy Jones that walked next to me as we headed in to share a steamy, playful shower. About halfway through it, I was industriously lathering up her breasts as she did the same for my penis when she gave a sudden start before looking in my eyes to tell me "I just realized: this is the first time in my LIFE that I've done anything like this – and I'm actually enjoying it!"
"Done anything like what?" I asked.
"Taken a shower with a guy. Been naked with him with the lights on.
Just STOOD there while he played with my tits. Not just had my hand on his penis, but actually*played* with it. Laughed and joked and had FUN with him afterwards."
"Amy, that's what love is all about."
She suddenly got serious, and looked into my eyes as she asked "Do you love me, then?"
I kept her gaze, and answered "Of course I do, Amy. I'm not going to dump Lucy for you and run off to Mexico or anything, but yes, I love you."
She shook her head, and answered "No, I didn't expect anything like that, and I wouldn't want it, anyway. I just wanted to know that somebody loved me, was all."
This time, it was MY turn to look into HER eyes as I told her "Amy, I'm not the only one. Lucy loves you, for who you are, and for what you do. Robyn loves you for the same reasons, as does Sandra. I'm sure that there are plenty of other people that love you, too – and if you'll look around you, you'll know who they are."
She nodded solemnly, then after a moment, got a grin on her face and said "Want to go see what Lucy and the girls have been up to?"
I grinned back at her, and told her it sounded like a*great* idea.
We rinsed each other off – groping each other in the process – and turned off the shower. Once we'd dried each other off, we headed for the door between the rooms. Amy was right beside me, not a stitch on, and not the slightest bit concerned about it.
I quietly opened the door, and we looked in to see Lucy and the girls tangled up on the bed. When we got close enough, we could see that all three of their faces were shiny with each other's juices. I felt Amy give a little shiver next to me, and whispered "What is it?"
She whispered back "They all look*so* lovely and happy like that, together. I wish I could be there with them."
She got a surprised look on her face when I told her "Then go ahead.
I promise, every one of them would be delighted to have you there."
She looked at me with concern on her face, and quietly told me "What if I made a mistake? What if I was too nervous? I've never really *done* anything like that – except for Virgie!"
I smiled at her, and pointed out "You'd never done anything like what WE just did, either – but once you got started, it turned out okay, I think."
She gave me a playful pinch, and said "It turned out better than just 'okay' – it was*great*!" with a grin.
About that time, Lucy opened her eyes, startled when she saw us standing there. Her little jump woke up Robyn and Sandra; the three of them looked at us sheepishly before untangling themselves.
In a passable Ricky Ricardo imitation, I said "Lucy, you got some 'splainin' to do!" – and all of them, Amy included, started laughing.
And kept laughing until tears ran down their cheeks.
When the laughter died down, Amy surprised all three of them by leaning over to give each of them a kiss – and not just a dainty one on the cheek, either. All three of them found out that this girl could KISS, when she wanted to. When she stood up again, all three of them were staring at her, dumbfounded. It was Lucy who finally asked "Okay, I'll play – what the hell happened to YOU? I'm not complaining, mind you, but you are most definitely NOT the same Amy Jones that we left alone with him."
Amy blushed, and told her "What happened to me was HIM."
Lucy looked at me, and asked "What the hell did you do to her? Or with her? Or whatever?"
Amy just laughed, and said "What he did was show me what REAL love is, and what patience and understanding and caring are. What he did was show me what tolerance and acceptance are. What he did was show me that it's okay to be ME, and that people love me."
Lucy looked at me again, before turning back to Amy to ask "And just how did he accomplish all of this?"
"He made love TO me, and WITH me. I'd never had an orgasm with a man before; and even the ones I gave myself were small. But HE gave me *three* INCREDIBLE ones. Any one of them would have been more than everything else I've experienced, all put together, but he gave me THREE of them. And while he was doing it, he was so kind and gentle and patient and forgiving. Now I know why all of you love him so very much."
"So you were with him long enough to accomplish all that, and have three orgasms, too?" Lucy asked.
Nervously, Amy answered "Yes."
"Good!"
Surprised, Amy asked "You're not upset? That we made love like that, and that he did all that for me?"
Lucy just laughed, and said "Amy,*I'm* the one that left you with him, remember?*I* know what kind of man he is, and I could see that you were kind of messed up about love and sex and all that. I knew that if I left you alone with him, there was a damned good chance that he'd do just exactly what he did – with my whole-hearted agreement, mind you. So no, I'm not upset; I'm glad that he was able to help you that way – not just about getting your head on straight, but having real orgasms with a real guy. And from the way you just kissed me – and the girls, too, if their expressions were any indication – you relaxed about more than just making love with a man."
Amy blushed, and said "Yeah, I did."
"I'm going to take a wild guess here, but I think maybe you even relaxed enough to want to spend some time with us, too?"
Amy looked at me, and I nodded to her; she turned back and said "Yes, I would."
Lucy just smiled at her, as did Robyn and Sandra, before they pushed the bedcovers down, and opened their arms to her. I could see the tears in her eyes as she made her way to the bed, and into their welcoming arms.
They shared a group hug before starting to kiss each other – REAL kisses of love and affection – before Amy hesitantly reached up to put her hand on Lucy's breast. When she felt Lucy lean forward a bit to make firmer contact, she smiled; when Robyn and Sandra reached out, each caressing one of her firm mounds, Amy's face got positively radiant.