She nodded her understanding as I was talking, and brightened up considerably when I got to the part about Robyn going back to her mother for another talk.
At that point, I paused a bit, and asked her if she wanted something to drink, and she said she'd*kill* for a Coke; so I got us each one from the kitchen. When I got back, she'd pulled both of her feet under her again, and when I sat down, could see a bit of white lace from the edge of her panties peeking out around the crotch of her shorts. As soon as we'd each taken a few swallows of our drinks, I went on to tell her that I'd suggested to Robyn that she bring up the subject of making sure that they both understood and agreed on what the 'rules' and limits of their relationship would be – she didn't look real happy about that, but didn't seem too upset by it, either. Then I told her about suggesting to Robyn that the two of them might find it helpful to even go so far as to write down some kind of guidelines, just to be sure that they were in agreement.
She looked kind of doubtful about that, until I pointed out to her that it could help her in a couple of different ways. First, by giving her the chance to work _with Robyn_ to establish some kind of ground rules as to what was acceptable, and what wasn't. She again expressed her understanding of what I was saying; with that, I figured she had the idea, let the subject drop, and asked her how things were going.
She told me about her job as a financial analyst, the people she worked with, and so on. From there, she told me a little about her marriage ("doomed from the start"), her ex-husband ("a spoiled momma's boy; all he ever really thought about was himself"), and the house she'd lived in ("a beautiful place, except for the other occupant of the house") before going through several different apartments before moving in where she was now – barely a month before I did. She also told me how Robyn missed her best friend from that time, a girl named Sandra, and how Robyn didn't much care for going to visit her father, and the boys didn't care much about coming to see her – "We thought it was a good idea before we had to actually do it; now the kids just don't want to have anything to do with It.". She also told me that Sandra would be coming for a visit that summer, after school let out in a few more weeks. I asked her how Sandra and Robyn got along, and she told me that Sandra seemed a bit young for her age, and with Robyn's maturity, the two of them seemed to kind of 'meet in the middle', getting along extremely well. I told her that I still didn't envy her having two young girls in the apartment, and she laughed, saying that the trouble caused by having girls in the apartment was cumulative, not exponential, making me laugh in return. With that, she said that she thought she'd better get home and get something ready for supper before Robyn started chewing on the furniture, making me laugh and agree that I'd been surprised by her appetite. That reminded her of her promise, and she said that she'd stop by the next day to pay me her share of the pizza and the meal that I'd taken Robyn out for. I agreed to the pizza money, but told her that Robyn had been extremely well-behaved, and that it had been my pleasure to have such good company while dining out. She looked kind of doubtful (like "*MY* Robyn? Well-behaved?"), but let it pass, getting up and heading for the door. I accompanied her, and when we got to the door, she thanked me again for helping them out, and gave me a quick hug (an altogether enjoyable experience, dressed as she was!) before leaving.
The next afternoon, I was just getting back from some errands and shopping when I saw Robyn getting home from school. She saw me drive up, and came over to help me carry in some of my purchases. When we got inside, I offered her a Coke, which she accepted, and we went over to sit in the living room.
She waited for me to sit on the couch, and then laid down on it, so that her head was resting in my lap. I put my hand on her belly, and after a moment, lifted it, pulled her shirt up, moved my hand to her breast, and pulled her shirt back down, covering most of my forearm.
She started telling me about how she'd had another talk with her mother the night before, but after only a few sentences, reached up and gave my hand a little squeeze, indicating that she wanted me to caress her breast while she talked. As she continued, I slowly stroked her breasts and nipples as she told me that her mother had made an appointment for her with a doctor, and that she was going to be fitted with an IUD – giving me a happy smile at that bit of good news.
She resumed by telling me that she'd brought up the subject of maybe writing down something to help them out when they had their talks, but that her mother had suggested that they write the things down together, and Robyn wasn't all that sure she wanted to do that. When she'd said so, her mother had said that maybe they should take a little time to think about it, and then continue their talk (expecting, I think, that Robyn would come to me for advice). I asked her if she wanted her mother to let her grow up, and she said that of course she did. Then I asked her if she thought it would be fair for her mother to write all the 'rules', and she said she didn't think so. So I asked her if it wasn't fair for her mother to write all the rules, why would it be fair for Robyn to write all the rules? She had to admit that it wouldn't but said that she was worried that her mother would try to limit her too much; I said that I suspected that her mother was worried that Robyn would insist on too much, making her laugh a bit.
I told her "You know that your mother and I have talked a bit, don't you?", and when she said that she had, added "Would you like for me to talk to her about this, without actually telling her anything you've said?". Robyn seemed kind of doubtful about that, but said that if I thought I could help, she wouldn't mind – "But*please* be careful about what you say!", which I assured her I would.
We stayed there like that for a few moments; then she hesitated a bit, and told me that she'd started her period that morning. I told her that I understood, and that I wasn't surprised or turned off or anything like that by what she'd said, which seemed to comfort her a little. She waited a little bit more, and then asked "We can't do anything now, can we?"; and I told her that it wouldn't be a good idea for me to ejaculate in her vagina, but that didn't mean that we couldn't figure out something else to do, if she wanted. She giggled at that, and said that she thought we could probably find something to keep each other entertained, making me laugh a little with her.
I let a little time pass, and then said to her that I thought is sounded as though she was saying that she really didn't want for us to actually 'do' anything for a little while, and she admitted that was true – at least, as long as she was 'messy down there'. I told her that I agreed that it probably was bothersome, but only because of the act of dealing with it – that I didn't think the start of her menses, itself, was anything wrong. She looked at me funny, and I explained to her that my attitude was that the start of a woman's period was nature's signal that she was getting ready to be able to make a baby, and that I didn't think there was anything more joyous for a woman than to have a baby that she wanted. I pointed out to her that there was*always* some kind of cost associated with something good in life – just as she couldn't go into a store and just walk out with anything she wanted, she had to pay a 'price' for being able to make babies in the form of a monthly period. Then I asked her if she'd enjoyed making love with me, and she got a happy smile on her face, and said that she sure did! I followed up by asking her if she hadn't had to pay a price for that pleasure; she responded by saying yes, she had, but that even though the price had been a little high, it was worth it. I came back then by pointing out that for the next 25 or 30 years, she'd be able to make a baby about a dozen times a year, unless she actually*was* making a baby; and asked her if she thought the price of a few days of mess once a month was too high of a fee – pointing out that it was a lot like a credit payment: as long as she was able to have babies, she'd pay the 'credit charge' of a few days of inconvenience each month. That seemed to give her a little better perspective on it, and she said that she hadn't thought of it quite that way before.