I told her that if she was the least bit unsure about whether she wanted to have sex or make love with someone, then it was a pretty good indication that she probably shouldn't; and that depending on the girl, the first sexual experience didn't have to hurt at all, and certainly didn't have to hurt a LOT. She asked me why, and I explained to her that if the boy and girl were careful and gentle with each other, then the girl wouldn't be so afraid, and that going slowly and carefully with each other would mean that the amount of pain would be kept to a minimum. I asked her if she'd ever gotten shots at the doctor's; she said of course she had, and asked why. In reply, I asked if all the shots had hurt. She said "No". I asked her if the shots that she'd heard would hurt were the ones that seemed to hurt the most, and after she thought about it for a moment, agreed that was so. She thought about it a little more, and said "I understand – being afraid of something makes it harder to do, and if you have a chance to think about it, and do it when you're ready, it's easier." I told her that was right, and that seemed to relieve some of her fears. We chatted a couple more minutes, and then she went back to her apartment.

A couple days later, it was raining cats and dogs again, and Robyn came to my apartment again – thoroughly drenched from her trip home from school. I gave her a towel, and sent her into the bathroom, as usual.

When she came out, she kind of pranced over to me (her tits jiggling under her T-shirt), and surprised me by handing me her bra and panties, asking me if I could put them someplace where they'd dry. I looked at her, raised an eyebrow to let her know I knew she was up to something, and put her things on a towel rack in the bathroom. When I got back to the living room, she asked me if I was busy – I wasn't, so I told her so, and sat down on the couch across from the chair she was in.