We lay there on the couch for most of the evening. Sometimes, I'd be laying down with Robyn laying on top of me; other times, I'd be sitting, and Robyn would have her head in my lap while I had my hand on her breast (and during commercials, she'd turn her head and give my penis little kisses and licks while I'd tweak her nipples, keeping us both mildly stimulated).
Later, though, she sat up and looked at me as though she had something on her mind. I turned the TV off, and asked her if there was something she wanted to talk about. She said there was, and I had to prompt her to go ahead. After a couple of false starts, she finally came out with "Remember what you did? Before?". That kind of question left me completely blank, and I had to tell her "If you can narrow down the definition of 'what I did' and 'before', I can probably answer your question". She took a deep breath, and said "I mean what you did earlier tonight, while I was on the bed and you were on the floor. What you were doing… with your finger…". With that, I understood what she was talking about (when I'd had my finger in her anus), and replied "Okay, now I know what you mean.
Was there something wrong? Did I hurt you, or did you not like it, or what?". She hesitated again, and finally said "Well, no, I mean yes, I mean, no you didn't hurt me, and yes, I did like it. I just don't know if it's wrong, or not".
I reminded her about what I'd said about her body telling her if something was happening to it that was 'wrong'; she remembered that, but said that she was worried that she was somehow 'weird' for liking it. I told her that there were a lot of different things that excited people, and that not everyone was 'turned on' by the same things. She asked me what I meant, and I started out by pointing out gay men and women; noting that just because a man or woman was sexually excited by another person of the same sex didn't make them 'weird', just different. She gave me a funny look, and I told her that gays had enough trouble from other people just for being gay, and that I didn't think it was up to me to judge them just for their sexual orientation. She seemed to understand that; particularly after I pointed out to her that there were enough people in the world that didn't like each other for all kinds of stupid 'reasons', and that I wasn't going to contribute to the stupidity by sticking my personal moral values into something that really wasn't any of my business, anyway. She asked me if I thought there was such a thing as "Sin", and I told her that I could only think of 3 things that I would consider 'sinful' – and one of those was just stupidity taken to an extreme: hurting yourself (the stupid one), hurting others (whether out of malice or self-righteousness), and one person trying to force their concept of 'morality' on someone else (whether physically, emotionally, or intellectually). I explained that sometimes it really IS necessary to hurt someone else, whether physically (like a doctor performing an amputation) or emotionally (telling someone with bad grooming habits that you don't want to stand downwind of them – but ONLY if you do it out of genuine concern for them, and not to hurt them or because it makes you feel 'superior'). As for morality, I told her, if you can't convince the other person of the validity of your position calmly through words and reason and logic, then you have no reason to use force against them UNLESS they try to use force against you, first; and then only if you use enough force to cancel theirs, or they present a genuine physical threat against you. She thought about that for a few minutes, and asked me a few more questions about what I'd said, and I answered them as best I could, until she was finally satisfied that she understood it.
Then she asked me if I thought she might be gay because she had smelled her own panties. It was all I could do not to laugh; I quietly told her again that different things stimulated different people, and that if she enjoyed the smell of her own lubrication, then that was her business. She was real quiet for a bit, and finally admitted to me "While I was smelling them, I was wondering what another girl would smell like; and while you were licking me, I was thinking about what it would be like to lick another woman that way. And I've thought about what it would be like to feel another woman's tits, and for her to feel mine. Is that bad?". I had to assure her that*I* didn't think so – I reminded her that she had seemed to enjoy what we had done together (making her smile), and that if she thought she would enjoy being with another girl or woman, then she would simply have twice as many ways to feel sexual pleasure. She laughed a little at that, and I told her that the only way she was ever going to find out if she really liked it or not would be to try it – if she liked it, then fine; if not, then she knew that, too. She got kind of thoughtful about that for a couple of minutes, and finally said "I guess you're right. But who to find out with?". I politely told her that I really couldn't help her with that part, but suggested that if there was another girl that she was 'best friends' with enough to talk about sex with, she might be able to get that person interested enough to find out with her. She smiled at that, and said "I'll give that some thought…".
With that said, she looked at me as though just realizing that I was still there, blushed a little, and said "Just thinking about it makes me all wet – see?", leaned back, and spread her legs, showing me that her vaginal lips were extended and glistening with her moisture. I told her that as many times, and as strongly, as she'd made me cum in the last couple of days, I wasn't sure that I could do anything myself, but that I'd be happy to do whatever I could for her. She got a lecherous grin on her face, and said "Let me see if there's anything I can do to change your mind…", and slithered forward so that she was sitting in my lap, with her legs wrapped around me. She pressed her firm young tits into my chest, and I could feel her hard little nipples poking at my skin; and as she started wiggling her crotch against my penis, she started licking and softly biting at my neck. I didn't think it was possible, but damned if she didn't start to have the desired effect on me – in just a couple of minutes, my penis was semi-erect; and she was able to slide her slick vaginal lips along it, and press her erecting clitoris against it. While she was doing all of that, I had wrapped my arms around her, and was caressing her shoulders, and sliding my hands up and down her back – far enough that I was able to squeeze her buttocks at the bottom, and sometimes even give her anus and vaginal opening little caresses and rubs. As I got harder and harder, her movements in my lap became more and more pronounced, and along with that, she started moving her torso around, lightly dragging her nipples across my chest.
Before long, I was completely hard, and she was pressing her vaginal opening and clitoris against the head of my penis; her entire crotch and all of my penis were thoroughly soaked from her secretions. After she'd pressed herself against the head of my erection a few times, I pulled my arms from around her, and gently nudged her away from me a little bit, so that I could look at her. She smiled up at me, and said "I'm not as sore inside now as I was before; but my hips still hurt a little from last night. Is there another way that we can make love where I don't have to spread my legs so much?"; I told her that I figured we could use the 'doggy' position. She looked a bit baffled, until I asked her if she'd ever seen two dogs – that made her understand, and she quickly nodded her agreement. I said that I figured the couch looked 'lived in' enough, and suggested that we adjourn to the bedroom. She quickly agreed, and led the way in – leading me by an iron grip on my erect cock.