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I delete the stories that don't seem to get going. I saved this one with a bit of work. I like it. Hope you do too.
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We live in a small house, in a small town. My husband and our daughter and myself. There's a small porch at the front door with a put up hanging shade on the top, made of metal. When the wind blows it blows the rain in under it otherwise it keeps you dry.
The door opens right into the living room. A small room with two sofas facing each other with a 32 inch tv on the back wall next to the door to the dining room and the kitchen. We keep the kitchen light off when we're watching tv so it's not distracting.
There's another door off to the right to a small square hallway with a door to our bedroom and another to our daughter's bedroom. The door on the left goes to the dining room and the kitchen. The bathroom is off the dining room, in back.
We're a quiet family. We do fine and we're close and support each other. That's the way it should be. I take care of the house and the family. My husband thinks he does but I do. Of course he makes it possible, he's a good man.
My husband's name is Roger, my name is Gail and our daughter's name is Emily.
Emily is 19, graduated from high school, and works at a local dry goods distribution center. She very much loves her job. Nice people and they seem to like her. Andy works nearby, in the shopping center at one of the stores. He's her boyfriend, from high school.
After supper Emily and I were in the kitchen. She's usually reading in the living room. Emily was quiet which usually means she wants to talk. After a while she did. "Mom. I think it's time Andy and I got started. I think I need some help."
Well, I've been expecting something in this direction for some time. I was more or less prepared. "Ok, dear," I said. "How far along are you? Any specific area you need help with?"
"We more or less talk about getting a place," she said. "He's talked about a ring. It doesn't seem to go anywhere. I'm trying to find a way to jump start everything. I guess specifically I've tried a few times to be more intimate. He doesn't seem to want to go there. I think he would like to but always seems timid or something like that."
Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that. I thought she would complain he was trying to get in her pants. A place and a ring is married stuff and here she was trying to get him in her pants. But yeaw, I get it. Trying to get him in her pants was to help the place and ring get done.
"Mom," she said. "I think he may be super shy. Maybe not super but more than normal."
"Emily," I said. "A lot of men are shy. It's not all girls. Depends on how you were raised and what you ran across growing up. Not at all unusual. He may be holding back on a place and a ring because he's not ready for married life yet. I know lots of ways to help. How personal do you want me to be?"
"I thought about that before I mentioned this," she said. "Don't hold back. If you think of something let me know. If it's too much I'll whine and look downtrodden. I thought if I could give him a little of married life it would help but I'm stumped. I don't even know how to get him going on me."
We talked about another hour but just covered the same territory. I reassured her and she felt a lot better. Happier and some smiles. I think she was much more relieved that she let on. With the additional talk I narrowed down the situation and decided on a plan. Couldn't hurt and might solve the problem. I would clear everything with Emily beforehand.
As soon as we had some privacy and time I sat down with Emily. After a few minutes of talk I said, "About you and Andy. As I see it you need to know how to seduce him, however far you want to go. You also need to know what you want him to do to you and whether or not you can handle it. You need to know how you might turn that into marriage plans. Does that sound right?"
Emily sat there blinking her eyes looking at me. She said, "Could you say all that again?"
I said, "Sure." I said it all again, maybe a little slower.
"Yes, that's it," she said.
"Ok. If we can get the first two things done," I said, "the marriage part should take care of itself. Would you be interested in some lessons? They'll be quite personal and intimate, think erotic. If you learn that then you should know how to get him to seduce you, as much as you want him to anyways, and how it affects you so you can handle it. I mean you'll be seducing him but he'll see it as seducing you. It's pretty good stuff to know in any case."
"Uh, who would do that mom," she said.
"Well, your dad and I could do that if it's ok with you," I said. She smiled and I could see her shoulders slump. She seemed quite relieved.
"That would be great," she said. "I was getting worried a little. That solves my problems about what to do. If I could learn some of that and can like it as much as you do that would be great. You can give me some hints, what I should do."
"You'll do fine," I said. "I might slip out, or not. I might enjoy it as much as you do. It'll be intimate but he'll go slow. Do what you want. One more thing. Do you mind if I have a few conversations with Andy? It'll be ok. I won't cause any problems between you two."
"Andy likes you a lot," she said. "Sure, go ahead. Anything you want to do is fine with me."