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.