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Once in the stock tank, we splashed around for a few minutes, then Diane and Holly took their tops off, as they'd done the day before. I was surprised again when, after a brief hesitation, Susan elected to do the same - if a bit more nervously. With the material covering them gone, I could see that she had smallish breasts - about the size of baseballs - capped with small, chocolate-brown areolas and nipples. I let her see me looking at her, then smiled to let her know that I appreciated the way she looked before closing my eyes and letting my head roll back to rest on the edge of the tank.
But that wasn't the end of the attention I paid to her. With my eyes closed, and to all outward appearances utterly indifferent to her state of undress, I reached into her mind to try and find out how she felt about what she'd just done.
There, I found that she was - as expected - nervous about exposing herself that way; but she was also feeling a number of other things, as well: satisfaction that she'd actually had the courage to do it. Pleasure that I'd liked what she'd shown me. Slightly envious that Holly and Diane were more buxom than she was. Curiosity at what Holly and Diane's breasts would feel like, as compared to her own. More than a little unfocused sexual desire. An intense awareness of what her breasts felt like - tight and hard, her nipples slightly erect in reaction to the cool water in the tank.
Looking further into her mind, I was able to see that Diane had been right: Susan did want to ask Holly about some of the things the three of them had talked about the night before. I also found that there were a few things on Susan's mind that Diane - nor Holly, I suspected - had any idea about.
Working ever so carefully and gently, I stayed inside of Susan's mind, helping her to find the different things she needed to be able to open up to Holly and Diane. In some cases, it was just bolstering her courage; in others, it was necessary to help her find or remember reasons and justification for the different things she wanted to talk about, or do. Some of the things surprised me, and a couple of them simply astonished me - but after checking to make sure they were Susan's ideas, and not someone else's, I helped her see and find ways to accomplish them.
The entire process required a lot of patience and very subtle involvement on my part, and it wasn't until it was nearly time for us to start back for the house was I finished. Fortunately, the three of them were content to talk with each other between bouts of splashing around a little; my apparent relaxation at the edge of the stock tank was considered entirely reasonable - particularly since I took the occasional opportunity to open my eyes and be seen looking them over when they got a little boisterous.
When I was satisfied with that I'd been able to help Susan as much as I could (dared), I opened my eyes and participated a little more in the general conversation and light horseplay. Still, it wasn't much more than twenty minutes or so before we decided that we should go back to the house so we'd be ready when Aunt Paula got home.
I didn't even pretend not to watch as the three of them all picked up their suit tops and put them back on. I figured that my activities inside Susan's mind had worked when she didn't even give me a glance as she got the bikini cups adjusted on her breasts.
Holly and Susan took the lead on the way back to the house, and as Diane and I walked behind them, I took the opportunity to give Susan a closer look than I had before. As Diane had told me during Christmas, there was a scar than ran across Susan's back - healed and faded from time, but still visible. It wasn't large or ugly, simply a fine line that ran from near her spine, across and slightly up, over where her left kidney would be. Other than that one minor disfiguration, the rest of her skin was smooth and beautiful. Her legs were slender and trim, with nicely curved calves and thighs. Her ass was, simply, a work of art: small, tight, and obviously firm. Her hips and waist were in proportion to the rest of her, their curves making it clear that she was delightfully female. Her hair hung down to the middle of her back; and even wet, it looked incredibly thick and luxurious. Her delicate shoulders supported a trim and graceful neck, and when she turned to talk to Holly, she revealed a delightful profile.
Diane saw me looking, and gently nudged me in the ribs, saying "Looks pretty good, doesn't she?"
I smiled and said "You told me she did, but I really didn't realize HOW good she looks until now. Didn't the two of you have some idea of, like, ravaging her or anything?"
Diane grinned, and answered "Damn straight we did! But she was so shy then - still is, I suppose, but maybe not as much after our talk last night. Either way, we decided that we're not going to try anything with her - though both of us want to, REAL bad! - until or unless she makes it clear that she's willing."
I grinned back, and said "And of course, you're not hoping anything like that happens..."
Diane got a mock-surprised look on her face, and in a fair effort at a serious tone, answered "Oh, NO, we'd NEVER do anything like THAT!" - before all but collapsing in a fit of giggles. Holly and Susan turned to look at us, and I made circling motions with my finger next to my head, letting them know that I thought Diane was crazy. Both grinned, and went back to their conversation.
We all rinsed off and changed back into our clothes, and were waiting on the porch when Aunt Paula got home. She'd only brought back enough for each of us to carry in one bag before everything was inside.
When it came time for supper, Susan was comfortable enough with Aunt Paula (who made it easy for people to be comfortable with her) to ask if it was okay to help with supper - that she (Susan) wanted to learn more about Western cooking. Aunt Paula was delighted with the request, and from the sounds that came out of the kitchen, the two of them had a fine time preparing supper. Holly, Diane, and I continued to be banned from the area, of course.
When bedtime rolled around, Diane joined me in our room, and the two of us had a pleasant session of gentle lovemaking before we fell asleep.
When breakfast time came, Diane had to quietly go and give Holly and Susan a second wakeup call - and when they came out to eat, neither of them looked like they'd gotten a moment's sleep. Diane was clearly surprised at their appearance, but from the scan I'd done of Susan the previous day, I had a pretty good idea of what had kept them occupied.
After we'd eaten, Uncle Jack checked me out on the tractor again (I'd driven it before, so he was just making sure I hadn't forgotten anything), and the hay baler. My job that morning was to go out to one of the fields and bale the first growth of fodder for the animals. There was a Citizen's Band radio in the tractor, so if I ran into any problems (unlikely, but Uncle John was a careful man), I could call him for help. During previous visits to the farm, I'd shown him that I was fully aware of what I didn't know about farm machinery, and wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to ask for help with something I wasn't absolutelysure about.
Baling hay wasn't something I did very often, so I took the time to make sure I got it right - as Uncle Jack knew I would. I was about three quarters of the way through the field he'd sent me to when he stopped by to give me a ride back to the house for lunch. He looked on in approval as I carefully got everything ready to pick up where I'd had to leave off, and shut everything down - then double-checked what I'd just done, to make sure.
On the way back to the house, Uncle Jack told me "When you start working for Andy and Tommy and the boys, you remember what I've taught you about the machines. They all know you're not a farmer, so don't worry about going too slow or anything like that. They know you're going to work as hard as need be, and they're not going to be upset with you if you take a little time to make sure you do things right and SAFE. None of us wants you getting hurt - you've got too much between your ears for that kind of nonsense. And don't be afraid to ask them questions, just like you do me; every last one of us would rather spend five minutes explaining something beforehand, than five hours fixing it afterwards. Okay?"
I nodded, and Uncle Jack clapped me on the shoulder and said "You're doing fine, Mike; and I'm sure the others will be just as happy having your help as I am. You're not afraid to work, but you don't stop thinking while you're doing it. You know, we haven't had a single hay fire since we all started stacking our hay up like you suggested? It's a fact. And believe me, there's a lot of farmers that know who to thank for it, too. If you were to walk up to any farmhouse within fifty miles of here and tell them who you are, there isn't a one of 'em that wouldn't give you a place to sleep and a hot meal, right on the spot."
I was spared having to try to answer that by the appearance of the house - which distracted Uncle Jack into wondering aloud what lunch was going to be. He and Aunt Paula had been married for over twenty years, and he STILL looked forward to her meals.
As I was cleaning up for lunch, Diane found me and asked if I knew of anyplace that she, Holly, and Susan could go for some privacy. It surprised me, but I thought about it for a few moments and said "Why don't you just go to the stock tank again? If all you want is privacy, I've still got a little more baling to do; and when I'm done, I want to go over and have a look at the creek - I had an idea for something, and I'd like to check it out."
Diane kissed me on the cheek, and said "Thanks, Mike. I knew you'd figure something out. Don't you want to know what it's about?"
I just grinned and said "I figure you'll tell me if or when I need to know."
She grinned back, and held my hand as we made our way to the table.
After lunch, I asked Uncle Jack if he'd give me a ride back to the field I'd been working in, and he told me that I didn't have to hurry - that tomorrow would be fine. I answered that I was nearly done, and would just as soon finish it, if I could. He smiled, and said that in that case, he'd be glad to.
It wasn't but another hour and a half, and I was done with the baling. I carefully parked the baler where it would be out of the way, but easy to get to, and then just as carefully disconnected it from the tractor. From there, I drove over to the creek that ran along one side of Uncle Jack's property. I'd read something in a book, and wanted to see if it was something that could be used on the farm.
I took my time looking along the entire creek, and finally decided that what I'd read about would work - and then spent a little more time trying to work out some of the details in my mind. When I was finally satisfied that I'd done everything I could there, I drove back to the house, and went out to the barn and storage shed to see what materials were available. Aunt Paula didn't say anything when I got myself a beer, and went out onto the porch. I was sitting there thinking through different things when I saw Holly, Susan, and Diane coming back from the stock tanks - all three of them in bikinis again.
When they got close enough to see me, they all waved, and I waved back. A couple minutes later, they were close enough for Holly to ask me what I was doing on the porch drinking beer. I told her that I'd finished the haying, and was thinking about something. She and Diane both knew that when I started 'thinking about something', it was usually good, so she asked me what it was. I told her I didn't want to talk about it yet because I still had a couple things to work out, but that if it worked, I thought she'd like it. She stuck her tongue out at me, and I made a kissing gesture at it, making the others laugh before they went inside to change clothes. I was still out there thinking when Aunt Paula came out to tell me supper was ready.
After we'd eaten, I asked Uncle Jack if he had any plans for some of the materials I'd seen: some aluminum flat stock, wire mesh, and baling wire. He wanted to know why I was asking, and I said that I'd had an idea that might get him fresh fish without having to go fishing. He just smiled and told me that if I had something in mind, I was welcome to use what I needed - just to let him know if he needed to get more of any of it. He asked how long it would take to do what I wanted, and when I answered I thought a half day, maybe less, he told me to go ahead and do it the next morning if I wanted. I thanked him, and he just grinned, saying "If you can get me fresh fish without having to spend three or four hours out there with a pole, you'll have made me a happy man!"
A few minutes later, Diane came out and asked if I wanted to go sit up in the hayloft and watch the sun set. I knew that she wanted to be able to talk to me in private, and agreed.
Once we were seated in the barn, looking toward the sunset (which was beautiful without the city pollutants and other obstructions), she started telling me about what had gone on that caused Holly and Susan to look so worn out that morning, and what had transpired at the stock tank that afternoon.
It seemed that the night before, Susan had gotten up the nerve (no surprise to me) to ask Holly about how she (Holly) "took care of herself" - Susan's term for masturbation, something that Holly had needed clarified. Holly, of course, had been more than a little surprised that Susan had come out and asked that way. With a little talking back and forth, it became clear to Holly that Susan had never really masturbated before - that she'd touched herself, and even gotten some small pleasure from it, but had never continued long enough to get the full effect.
On learning that, Holly had been simply stunned, to say the least. But she'd covered it, and had gone on to try and describe to Susan the mechanics of the process. That had proved to be insufficient, and ultimately, both of them had gotten naked so Holly could SHOW Susan what she was talking about. From there, things had slowly escalated until Holly and Susan were both touching each other's bodies, and masturbating each other to climax. With the discovery of what an orgasm felt like, and comfortable with Holly and herself touching each other, Susan's next topic was if there was anything else that two girls could do to make each other feel good - which had led them to giving each other orgasms individually (Holly doing Susan first, then Susan doing Holly); and culminated in a furious session of 69 that ended only when both of them had gotten the other off yet again - at something like three in the morning.
In the morning, Susan had been highly embarrassed, and it had been all Holly could do to reassure her that what they'd done had been by mutual consent - and most certainly pleasurable. It was only when Holly had told Susan that she (Holly) and Diane had done the same things that Susan seemed to calm down. The session of the three of them at the stock tank had been so that both Holly and Diane could talk to Susan. Susan had still exhibited some misgivings that had disappeared only after Diane and Holly had taken off the bottoms of their suits and shown Susan that it really WAS okay for two girls to bring pleasure to each other. The whole thing ended with Diane bringing Susan to a thundering orgasm, followed by Susan doing the same for her.
By the time they had to get their suits back on, Susan had seemed fairly accepting of the things they'd done with, and to, each other - not even hesitating to join in when they started playing with each other's asses as they walked back to the house.
I just sat there, apparently stunned (but thinking to myself that I'd been right about Susan's wishes, and glad that I'd been able to help her), when Diane finally said "That is some kind of change in Susan, from the way she was the first time we met her - and even from how she was that first time in the stock tank! What do you think has gotten into her?"
I couldn't resist, and asked "You mean, besides you two?" with a grin.
Diane playfully slapped my arm, and I went on "Damned if I know, for sure. The only thing I can figure is that whatever it was about her that kept her so locked inside herself, being around us - well, you two, anyway - is gone; leaving her to try out the stuff that she's maybe always wanted to know about. I mean, you saw how she zoned out that day in the tank; maybe us telling her that we really thought she was pretty was the key that let her unlock whatever box all that other stuff was inside."
"Yeah, but why do you think so much and so fast?"
I pretended to think it over a few moments and answered "Well, she's twenty years old, and she's only now getting to find out about that stuff. There's nobody around telling her NOT to, or that it's bad, or anything - maybe she'd just trying to make up for lost time, or something."
Diane nodded at that, and after a few moments of thought told me "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. I think I know how I'd be if I'd had to wait that long!"
A couple minutes went by, and Diane told me "If she's this willing and eager to learn about herself, and girls, I wonder what she's going to be like when it comes to guys?"
"Beats me. From what I've been able to learn, all this stuff is pretty much taboo in the Viet culture - I mean, from what I've seen, and the way her dad acts, I figure all this sex stuff is kept pretty quiet and tucked away. But if she's acting the way she is with you and Holly, there's no telling what she'll be like with a guy. I'd bet she's still a virgin" - "She is!" Diane informed me - "and the girl-girl stuff doesn't really affect that. There's SOME stuff she could do with a guy, but after a certain point..."
"Yeah - after a certain point, she's not a virgin any more."
"Right. I guess the question is, how much is she going to want to be involved with guys? Is she going to let the way she was brought up, and her culture, limit what she learns about guys, or not?"
The two of us sat there in the hayloft, thinking about what might happen with Susan, when Uncle Jack got close enough to call up to us, saying "If you two young'uns are done necking up there, it's getting on toward bedtime!", followed by a chuckle.
Diane called back, telling him "We're not necking up here!", and we both heard his quiet "Not much, I reckon", and a soft laugh.
We went back into the house, finding Holly and Susan sitting in chairs, watching the late news. Both looked up when we came in, and I didn't give any indication that Diane and I had done anything other than necking with each other, as Uncle Jack had suggested.
Diane and I went to bed, and a couple minutes later, we heard Holly and Susan come down the hall as they prepared to do the same.
The next morning, both Holly and Susan looked like they'd finally gotten a decent nights sleep - but from the looks they gave each other, I suspected that they'd found a way to help each other relax beforehand.
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