With something approximating two-way communication possible again, the first thing I did was ask her if it would be okay if I let a little more of my weight rest on her. She immediately assured me that was fine, and waited until I wasn't supporting so much of myself before telling me "Oh, that was so wonderful! It felt so good having you inside me and moving like that, I didn't want you to stop ever, and then you started moving in me faster and faster, and when I knew that you were going to climax because I was making you feel good, it made me feel so… so… special, even though I thought I was going to miss out on having another orgasm, and that was okay because you gave me one before and you were making me feel so good and everything – and then I could feel you start to shoot your stuff in me, and I had a climax anyway, even if it wasn't as big as the other one I had with you, it still felt so good, knowing that I could make you happy like that after you made me feel so good."
How she got all of that out in a single breath, I'll likely never know. I was spared having to try to respond by the feeling of my penis pulling free of her; she was tight enough inside that her vagina essentially forced the blood out of my cock, then practically pushed me out. I started to move so that she could get up if she wanted, and she immediately told me "No, you don't have to move – I like having you on me like this!"
"It's going to make a mess", I tried to caution her, but she wasn't having any; she simply told me "I don't care! I've got more sheets, and it's no trouble to change them. I'd rather have you stay with me – and maybe move down a little bit, so we can kiss and stuff."
So all I did was ease myself down her body a little ways to get our heads more-or-less even, so that we could kiss and stuff. The kissing was a big part of it, but Gail seemed to get a lot of mileage out of being able to hug me when she felt like it (fairly often), too.
I found myself being impressed with how long she was willing to lay there with me. I knew that my cum was leaking out of her, and that her nether regions had to be getting cold and sticky – never mind the wet spot I figured she was laying on. It was quite a while before she finally suggested that we could go to "her" bathroom (separate from her room, but the only other one in the place) for a shower… together, if that was okay with me. I conceded that I wouldn't mind showering with her, much to her delight, and the two of us finally got out of bed. When I saw the serving-dish-sized wet place she'd been laying in, I couldn't help but wonder how much of it was my contribution, and how much was hers…
We didn't bother putting anything on for our trip to the bathroom since it was just across the hall. Inside, she was adamant that I simply sit on the commode while she got the shower started and temperature adjusted. When she was satisfied that everything was ready, she took me by the hand and led me into the spray. The first order of business was her insistence that she had to get me clean – something that I enjoyed the hell out of. Then I got to have even MORE fun by demanding the right to wash her; she didn't object, that I noticed.
As we were drying off, there was a light knock at the door. A moment later, we heard Doris tell us "I thought you might like something to eat and drink. There's some pie and drinks on a tray out here."
I spoke up to thank her, and she just answered "Just let me know if there's anything you need or want, and I'll take care of it."
When we were ready to go back to Gail's room, I was the one to bring the tray with us – in addition to slices of pumpkin pie, there were carafes of coffee and milk, and cups to drink from.
I helped Gail change her bedding before the two of us got ourselves propped against the headboard while we refueled.
After we'd topped up our energy levels, I put on a pair of shorts and left to take the tray back into the kitchen. Doris came in right behind me, and waited until I'd turned around before asking "Is she okay?"
I just smiled as I answered "She's fine. She said it only hurt for a moment, and she was right enthusiastic. I dunno where she gets that from."
Doris grinned, and told me "I heard her once, and it didn't sound like she was hurt, but thought I'd check."
"That was probably when I helped her have an orgasm to try and help make it easier for her later."
"Well, like I said, I just wanted to make sure. Go on back in there, and take good care of my baby, okay?" Doris told me, with a smile.
I just smiled back, and nodded before making my way back to Gail's room. Once I was seated next to her again, she wanted to know what took me so long; I told her about the brief conversation I'd had with her mother, which she decided was okay.
After a bit, she decided she wanted the two of us to lay down; she spooned against my front, and moved my hand to her breast when I draped my arm across her waist. For the next little while, the two of us just talked while I caressed the mammary in my hand and toyed with its nipple. She got somewhat animated about some of the things that we talked about, and the movement of her ass where it was touching my cock eventually began to have an effect. A little later, she realized that I was responding to the contact – and calmly proceeded to start deliberately trying to arouse me again. That only prompted me to reciprocate; the next thing I knew, we were again engaged in a pleasant session of "69".
Of course, that led into other things – well, one, anyway. She wanted us to start out with me on top of her; that lasted until she orgasmed. Then she agreed to having me behind her while she was on her hands and knees, which got her through two more. We finished with her happily bouncing her way to a climax that stimulated me into filling her with my cum again. She was content to just lay on me and let me caress her body (and play with her ass) until we discovered that we were getting glued together… something that amused and embarrassed her, by turns. Another fun shower together, and we were ready to finally get some sleep.
The next morning, Gail discovered that the experience hadn't been entirely without cost for her: she was a bit sore in a particular area. She was adamant that whatever discomfort she was experiencing was more than made up for by her experiences of the previous evening – and that she was eagerly looking forward to when I could spend the night with her again.
All Doris needed was to see how happy and contented Gail was; she never said a word to me about that night, or any of the ones that followed.
For the next few months, I ended up spending about a quarter of my nights at their place with Gail. She was an eager and enthusiastic lover, willing to try about anything I suggested, or offer up her own ideas. It didn't take long for her to learn to give truly outstanding oral sex; I had fun learning how I could best arouse her using just my mouth. Things even got to the point that I was willing to "let go" a little more with her, and make love with her with almost the same enthusiasm as I would any other woman.
Neither Gail nor Doris ever indicated any interest in what I might be doing with the other one, nor did they ever exhibit any jealousy of each other. It became common for one or both of them to wear little or nothing when I was at their place; nor did who I was going to spend the night with make any difference – Gail might be nude when I was going to share Doris' bed, or Doris might opt to go topless even if I was spending the night with Gail. It certainly made MY life more enjoyable, since neither of them objected in the slightest to whatever fondling or molesting I did, regardless of who's "night" it was.
It was coming up on the end of the school year when the school got back the results of a series of aptitude tests all the students had taken. Doris and I were stunned to learn that Gail scored nearly off the chart in math skills; her grades in that subject had always been good, but not particularly noteworthy. After a lengthy discussion of the situation with her, we learned that Gail's grades had been a direct result of being bored to tears in regular math classes: by the time the teachers had gone over something the third time for the rest of the class, she'd lost interest and gone on to do something else to keep herself occupied.