She seemed to really enjoy that, along with the tongue-lashing I was giving her clitoris, and it wasn't too long before I could feel her tense up over me; and as she gasped out her climax, I could feel her vaginal muscles clamping down on my finger, and taste the juices as they fairly flowed out of her. After she reached the peak of her climax, I pulled my finger out of her vagina, and as she slowly spasmed down, I gently pressed against her anus with it at the same time I was pressing her clitoris with my tongue – and each time I did that, it set off another mini-climax for her.
After a couple of minutes for us to catch our breath, she raised herself up a little, and turned around, so that she was laying on top of me – her breasts and hard nipples pressing into my chest, her spread legs letting her vagina drip it's nectar onto my penis and pubic hair.
She looked up at me, and I asked her "Feel better, now?", and she put her head back down and started giggling into my neck. When she'd caught her breath again, she slid herself up a bit more, so that she could kiss me, and said "I feel*much* better, thank you. And thank you for not 'pushing' things". I smiled at her, and told her "It was my pleasure, I assure you!", which sent her into another fit of giggles into my neck.
She finally raised herself back up again, so that she was kneeling over my waist, and I pulled the two of us up toward the headboard of the bed, so that I could lean back and look at the way her breasts swayed as she breathed, and her nipples stood out, and her vaginal lips pouted. She smiled at me, and asked "Is that what sex is all about?", and I told her "That's what _making love_ is all about". She looked confused, and asked me what the difference was, so I told her that, to me, "Sex only uses body parts. Making love uses the heart and mind, too." She thought about it for a bit, and then nodded her head, understanding what I'd said.
About that time, the clock chimed, and made us both realize that her mother would be getting home in about half an hour – and that her mother might not be so understanding if her little girl came home smelling of sex. We went in and took a nice, warm shower together (slippery, clean fun) before getting dressed again (this time, she put on her bra and panties). As she was leaving, I gave her a little pat on the bottom, and told her to take good care of herself….
Part 2
For the next few days, Robyn pretty much stayed away. Not that we didn't see each other, but rather that she simply didn't actually stop in and visit. Instead, whenever we saw each other, she'd give me one of those Mona Lisa type of smiles – letting me know that she'd enjoyed her last visit. Too, as the days went by, the weather changed, bringing much warmer temperatures; and I noticed (!!) that Robyn had stopped wearing a bra.
Finally, though, she did stop by again, after she got home from school. When I opened the door for her, she told me, in a loud voice, "Look! I got an 'A+' on the paper I did on your computer!" before coming in. When I closed the door, and turned around, she plastered herself against me, pressing her braless breasts and nipples into my chest. When I started to get hard, she could feel it, and started rubbing her crotch against my erection – helping it along, considerably. Finally, though, she let go of me, and went over to sit in 'her' chair. I sat on the couch, and told her that I was glad that she'd done well on her report, and asked her how things had been going for her the last couple of days.
She gave me a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile, and said that things had been just fine – but not as well as her last visit. I gave her a wicked smile in return, and asked what had happened to make her remember her last visit so well. She giggled, blushed a little, and told me "Just the best feeling I've*ever* had in my _whole life_!". I pretty much figured that a whole life of 12+ years wasn't much to judge by, but was glad that she'd enjoyed it as much as she'd seemed to. Then she told me "Y'know, I'm glad that you didn't… well… YOU know…". I told her that I believed what I'd said about taking the time to make physical relationships pleasant, adding "I'm not going to be doing _anything_ to or with you that *you* don't want. What we did before was very pleasant for me, but I am *not* going to try to do anything to make it happen again, or make anything more happen. If that, or anything more, happens, then I'll be glad for it; but if*nothing* else happens, then I'll honestly be just as glad to have had that one time with you." That sobered her up some, and she gave me a little smile to let me know that she'd understood what I said.
A few moments later, she changed the subject, and started asking me questions about the computer, how it worked, what it was made of, and so on. I told her that it would be easier to explain to her if I could show her on the computer itself, and we went over to where the computer was running a screen saver.
As I started answering her questions, and showing her how the different parts of the computer worked, and what their purpose was, she got more interested in it, and started asking me more and more involved questions. I answered them, as best I could for someone without a technical background, and before long, we were on the subject of software.
I explained to her how software was written, and about computer languages and operating systems, using the program that I'd been working on as an example for different things. Before long, though, it was at the point where my program didn't 'do' enough, and I went to other programs to show her different aspects of operating systems and user interfaces.
The whole thing took a couple of hours, and we were both surprised when there was a knock at my door. When I answered, it was Robyn's mother, looking for her. When Robyn saw her mother, she jumped up, and ran over to her, telling her about getting her report back, and showing her the grade it had received. Her mother was quite pleased by it, and thanked me for helping her out as I had. I responded by telling her that it wasn't any problem, and that I thought Robyn was a pretty smart young lady. Her mother raised an eyebrow at that, and I told her that Robyn had asked me some good questions about computers and software, and that I'd been showing her different things on the computer to demonstrate some of my answers. I then invited her over for a look, and suggested that Robyn tell her mother some of what she'd learned. Robyn started off with how the computer worked, and what the different parts were; and when she got into software, I went along with her on the computer, demonstrating the different things she was saying. Since her mother used a computer a lot on her job, she was able to see that Robyn was getting nearly all of it correct, and was only getting her terminology wrong in the few places where she made mistakes. Between that, and seeing that Robyn had been in the chair next to the computer when she came in, seemed to put to rest any worries she might have had.
She finally told Robyn that they had to get home, and Robyn started pleading with her mother, asking if she could come over again, and learn more about computers, and how to use some of the different software that I had. Her mother started out telling her no, but Robyn was so insistent, that her mother finally looked at me for help. I told them that I would be glad to teach Robyn more about computers, and how to use the different program, BUT that I was also working for myself, and it would only have to happen when I wasn't busy. Her mother looked relieved, and Robyn, of course, was delighted by it – and quickly agreed to the 'rules'. With that done, they left.