While she shook, and leaked and blubbered and sniffled, I held her against me, softly stroking and patting her back, telling her that it was OK, I understood, and making other comforting noises.
After about 10 minutes, she'd started to calm down again; though she was still crying, she wasn't going through the gasping-for-air kind of breathing, and her body wasn't shaking from her sobbing. A couple of minutes later, she pulled back from me a little bit, and said "Oh, GOD, look at me. I must look like a mess, and I've probably embarrassed you and made a complete fool of myself.", while hanging her head down and sniffling from having to blow her runny nose. I put my hand under her chin, and lifted her head a bit, so that she could see that I was looking directly into her eyes, and see the understanding and sympathy in my eyes. I undid the buttons on my shirt, pulled it off, and handed it to her, saying "Here. Blow.", as though she were a small child, and making her smile through her tears. She started to shake her head, and I teasingly told her "I'm gonna have to wash it anyway, now, so you might as well get some more use out of it!", making her laugh a little. She finally took it, blew her nose on it; when she was done, I exaggerated taking it from her by the corner and holding it well clear of myself, tossing it past the end of the couch, making her laugh again. When she looked at me again, I held her face in my hands, and told her "It's pretty obvious that was tough for you – and I'm glad that you had the courage to say the things you did. Yes, I do like you – a lot, I think – and I WOULD like to get to know you better. You're right that I'm not going to push or tease or anything else to try and get you to sleep with me. I don't think you were stupid or anything like that – I don't see anything wrong with*any* honest emotion, as long as it isn't hurtful. I'm flattered that you think enough of me to be willing to open yourself up to me that way, and I hope that I can be deserving of the trust you've shown me. You're right that I don't like the kinds of little games that most women play, and I'm glad that you don't like them, either. I enjoyed having you next to me, too, and I don't want for it to stop, either; and I hope that we can become close enough that we can have more than just snuggling next to each other on the couch. I don't know if what we have now can turn into more, or not; I hope that it can, and now that I know you want to find out, too, I'm going to help us find out. If it doesn't work out, for whatever reason, then we can both know that it wasn't because of any kind of 'defect' in either of us. Your face is puffy, your eyes are red, your nose is still runny, and I still think you're lovely. Now quit worrying about things that haven't happened yet or may never happen, and let me hold you", pulling her back next to me.
At that, I could see the tension and fear drain out of her, and she gladly rested her head on my shoulder again while I pulled the blanket around us. We sat like that for several more minutes before she started wiggling around on my lap. When I asked her what the problem was, she admitted that her legs were starting to cramp up a little. I asked her if she wanted us to lay down, and when she pulled away from me to look in my eyes, saw that I was only offering to help her get comfortable, and no more. She nodded, and after she stood up, I laid down on the couch on my back, and she quickly laid down on her stomach on top of me with her legs on either side of mine, pulling the blanket she'd been holding over us. As her weight came to rest on me, I made a fake groaning-pain noise; she raised herself up a little, and poked me in the side, saying "I know I'm not that heavy, you stinker!". I laughed, and told her she was right – and adding that I thought she 'felt just fine'. Since I had my arms around her, and was softly and slowly stroking her from her shoulders down to the top of her shorts, she caught the joke, and laughed with me before lowering herself again and snuggling her head into my shoulder.
We laid there like that for quite a while; I was just starting to drift off to sleep when I felt her move above me as she raised herself up. She smiled at me, and said that she wished she could stay there like that all night, but that she thought Robyn might get a little worried if she wasn't there in the morning. I told her "I wish you could stay, too, but I think you're right about Robyn". She gave me a little smile of regret, and after looking into my eyes for a few moments, lowered her head and kissed me. I kissed her back, and after only a few moments, the temperature of the kiss had risen dramatically – my penis was starting to get hard, and I could feel her stiffening nipples where they were pressing against me. When the kiss finally broke, she said "Wow! I think if I don't get out of here now, I might not get out of here at all!"; I answered her by saying "If you must, you must…", and making a big show of wiping a pretend tear from my eye. She understood that I was only showing my regret that she had to leave, and laughed at my exaggerated show of sorrow. Then she got up, and dropped the blanket on me, giving me another wonderful show as her breasts jiggled slightly. She saw where I was looking, and asked me "You don't think they're too small?". I smiled at her, and told her that I thought they were just the right size for her, and couldn't imagine her with them any larger or smaller. She curtsied at the comment, giving me another show, and bent over to pick up her Tshirt to put it on. When she leaned over, I could see how her breasts moved on her chest without becoming deformed; and when she pulled the shirt over her head, they only flattened a little in response to her raising her arms. I got up then, and went with her to the door, where we shared another incendiary kiss before she left to go back to her apartment.
When I went to bed, it was quite some time before I was able to get to sleep.
It was late the next morning when Robyn came over, telling me that she and her mother were heading over to the swimming pool, and asking if I wanted to come along. I welcomed the chance to see both of them in swimsuits, and a quickly agreed.
When I got to the pool, I saw that they'd gotten there ahead of me, but apparently by only a minute or so – Lucy was wearing a smallish bikini that hugged her ass as though it had been painted on, and a halter top that was just barely enough to beat the local laws on indecency. She was busy spreading a beach towel on a reclining pool chair, and Robyn was in her customary bikini, as well, sticking her toe in the pool to check it's temperature. When Lucy finished getting the towel situated to suit herself, she stood up and turned around, seeing me for the first time. I gestured toward her, indicating her suit, and made a "hot enough to burn" gesture with my hand as I walked toward her. When I got up to her, she said "I thought you might like to see what you missed out on last night-", and I teased her by saying "I missed out on something? What? When?