We had been going to this neighborhood church for several years now, and I had volunteered time with the youth group. One weekend the Youth Minister's wife Sara approached me and wanted to discuss an issue they were having with their daughter Emmy, who had recently turned eighteen. She suggested we go into the back room where the youth congregated. As we entered the room, the door closed behind us. I turned and there stood Emmy, locking the door so we had privacy.
I turned to Sara with a raised eyebrow, and asked "What is going on? And why did she lock the door?" I did not feel comfortable in the least bit.
Sara looked at me and said, "Emmy has been curious about dating and we have tried to talk to her. But she said she felt more comfortable talking with you, as she knows you helped Peyton when she was starting to explore her feelings. I wanted to hear what you had done with Peyton before we went further, and Emmy insisted she be here."
Now I knew what this was about. Peyton had approached me about her feelings and I had worked with her and her mom Lisa to help her become more aware of her body. I told Sara there were a few conditions to be met as we advanced. One, both parent and child would participate in all demonstrations. And two, once we started there would be no backing down.
Sara, believing this was directed more toward Emmy than her, agreed whole-heartedly. I looked at Emmy and asked her if she agreed, and she said "Yes."
I then placed Emmy between us and told her to kiss her Mom like they were on a date. Emmy and Sara backed away and both said "We were not planning any girl-on-girl demonstrations, only ones with you." I looked at them and asked, "Did you both agree to the two conditions?"
They bowed their heads sheepishly and said "But we were not prepared for this."
I asked, "Do you want to quit now, or proceed with the lesson?"
Emmy wasn't sure, but Sara said "We agree, and will continue the lesson." Sara then turned Emmy's head and kissed her softly on her lips. Emmy tried to lean away so I pushed on the back of her head and held her against her Mom's face. Slowly, Emmy yielded and kissed her Mom back.
Sara ended the kiss and I turned Emmy toward me and kissed her lips. Emmy backed away and said, "Your mustache tickles my upper lip." I looked at her and thought "Wait until it reaches your other set of lips." I then pulled her back in and kissed her deeper, this time slipping my tongue between her lips.