J. Wellington Thorpe

The Gardener's Daughter

I.

I decided to change gardeners. The man who had been doing my small property didn't want to do it my way, no matter what I told him. A couple of weeks had gone buy since his final visit and the grass was scraggly and the bushes going wild. And the weeds! Oh, the damn weeds!

Like most people who work the hours I do and who have no lawn care equipment, I needed help. A man and his family did a yard about six houses west of me and their yard always looked great. I caught him driving away from that job one day and asked him if he could possibly do my yards. Almost immediately that I approached his truck I had misgivings. He spoke limited English and was sharing a very crowded little half-ton Toyota truck with his wife, three kids and a baby of about two years. But he said he could do the yards right then, and I was a tad desperate. He walked around the property with me while I gave him an idea of what I wished. He said $40 and I agreed. His wife and oldest daughter got out of the truck, followed by a slightly younger sister, a younger boy and the two-year-old. They hit my place like a herd of ants. In about 40 minutes everything was done perfectly and the place had never looked so good! I gratefully paid him $50 instead and asked if he could possibly take care of the property on a weekly basis.

Over the next few months I paid more attention to Gilberto and his family. Gilberto and I talked some and I got to where I could more easily understand him, and I found that the daughters and son spoke English well and could translate anything Gilberto and I had difficulty with. This interaction caused me to more carefully notice the daughters, who were 14 and 11. Yurenka, the oldest, was a very nice looking early teen, as was her younger brother. Milla, the young one, was plainer looking, but was coming along. They lived about fifteen blocks south of me. Each week when they arrived to do the yards there was a little ritual performed: Gilberto got the heavier equipment out of the truck while the son got the lighter stuff out. Mrs. Gilberto took the clippers and started on the bushes. The baby ran errands and played in the grass. Gilberto began edging. And Yurenka opened the gate to the back yard to get the “green stuff” plastic barrel to take out front. Yet, she always looked in the blue recycle barrel on her way to the green one. Only the gray trash barrel was ignored, usually. Every now and again I put some old appliance or magazines in the blue one and she culled through them. One day I had put a couple of old Hustler magazines out there, mixed with the previous Sunday's paper and junk mail. I know she took one because I passed the window by the washer/dryer just as she lowered the blue lid and I immediately remembered the magazines in there. As soon as she went out front with the green barrel I went to retrieve them from harms way and one was missing. Probably on that day, at that time, the germ of an idea began percolating in my head.

My twisted passion plan, as it were…

II.

Let's jump forward, one year later.

I was sitting in front of my MacPro, browsing through some of the many offerings of the Persian Kitty web site, and the passion plan drifted back into my perverted noggin. As a somewhat older teen of fifteen, in a tightly controlled family, Yurenka probably would have a natural interest in her own sexuality with limited resources for inquiry. Where my involvement might lead was neither clear to me nor was I willing, at that specific time, to explore my long term motives and objectives. Using a graphics package by Adobe, I created a page of reduced pictures selected from various web sites. All of the pictures were in color and I managed to get seven of them on one page in readily viewable form.

They were: 1) a teenage girl holding an older man's erect cock while looking up at him with passion on her face; (2) a young woman masturbating with one hand and holding her left breast with the other, eyes closed in content concentration; 3) a “69” scene with the man clearly having his tongue inside his partner's vagina while she was clearly sucking his cock; 4) a teen masturbating while she's looking at a “nudie” magazine that we can clearly see; 5) a very young woman lying on her side, legs spread, with a large male cock clearly entering her pussy which she is holding open; 6) a picture of a woman with her tongue well into the upturned pussy of another woman; and, 7) a young girl happily sitting on the cock of the guy under her, while she is holding it inside her.

The color was okay. The distinctness of the pictures was sufficient as to leave no doubt about what each picture communicated.

The plan was to sort of crumble up the picture, making sure that an easily identifiable section was clearly visible and then place it strategically in the blue recycle can on Saturday when they came to do the lawns. A last minute addition to the plan was for me to set up my camera on the dryer, looking out of the window at the blue can, pre-focused, to record her holding the paper in her hand.

It was two more weeks before I was even home on a Saturday to try my plan. Of course, she wasn't the first one to the back yard that day, her brother was, and he opened the blue lid and I charged out of the back door to interrupt him. Which I did. I kept watch all the while they were here that day but Yurenka never opened the blue barrel. Then I was gone for the next three Saturdays. It took eleven weeks and five tries before Yurenka opened the blue lid, looked in the barrel, saw the “crumpled” pictures, and pulled the paper out to look at it closer.

I was so excited I was shaking. I got ready to push the cable release on the camera as she looked toward the front to see if anyone was watching her, and smoothed out the paper.

Yurenka looked at the paper for quite a while. Then she folded it up and put it in her jeans back pocket.

For the next two weeks she rushed to the back and looked in the barrel. On the third Saturday following her initial discovery there was a piece of paper there that said, Want to see more? If so, put this note in the gray trashcan, otherwise leave it in the blue can . That startled her and she looked toward the house, but I knew she couldn't see in through the reflection across the window. She put the paper back in the blue barrel and went about her work. At first I was disappointed. But about twenty minutes later she came back to the blue barrel. She opened it, took out the note and put it in the gray barrel. My bluff had been called.

Now I had to figure out what to do next.

III.

The following week I was sitting on the back porch when she opened the gate and went to the blue barrel. I greeted her, startling her, and she greeted me back. I asked her what she would like to see. When she feigned ignorance at first, gave in, and said that she would like to see more pictures.

“What kind?” I asked. “Yurenka, sex is millions of years old for humans and hundreds of millions of years old for animals. There is nothing new, except to young people like you. Sex is great, necessary, fun and part of life for everyone. Now would you like to see pictures of masturbation, intercourse, cunnilingus, fellatio, what?”

She just stared at me, then at the ground.

I said, “I'll tell you what. Next week you bring back the pictures you have and circle the ones you want to see more of. Put it in the gray trashcan. I'll get it and give you more pictures of those types.”

She said, quietly, “I have it with me.”

I took a pen out of my shirt pocket, laid it on the porch near where she was standing, and said, “If you decide you want to talk to someone about sex, Yurenka, and you can't talk to your parents, you can talk to me. Kids your age have the weirdest ideas about sex and they usually think that adults don't know much about sex. We all do. We were teens once, too. We had questions and wrong ideas. The lucky ones had someone they could talk to and trust. The unlucky ones got half of the story, half of that story was wrong, and they are still trying to figure out what went wrong with their lives. Of course, none of them will admit that. And that is the ultimate stupidity. Not knowing about their own sex, or the opposite sex, or about making love. So if you want to talk to someone, I promise you I will never lie to you.”

I turned and went into the house.

When they left, the paper was in the gray barrel. There were four circles. One around each of the masturbation pictures. One around the teen holding the older man's cock. And one around the whole paper. As they say, “In for a penny, in for a pound,” whoever the hell they are.

IV.

I gave her two pages, with pictures on both sides, folded up to go in her pocket. Many were female masturbation pictures, including some with orgasmic facial expressions. Two showed men jacking off, one of them ejaculating. One was a close-up of an open pussy with obvious honey-colored liquid strung out to a fingertip. Two lesbian shots, four more 69's, and the rest were various intercourse poses. She took them with obvious embarrassment and put them away. I said that the last four digits of my phone number were printed on one of the pages and that the first three numbers were the same as hers. I suggested that she might be more comfortable talking to me over the phone at first; that is, if she wanted to talk to someone about sex.

She nodded and walked away. I didn't know if she nodded because she was acknowledging she heard me, or if it was because she did want to talk to someone, or if she wanted to talk to me. Oh, well. I was getting quite used to waiting.

Monday at about 4:15 she called. She was at a friend's house and the friend's parents weren't home. The friend was there, but not listening. I asked her what she wanted to talk about. She hummed and hawed but never picked a subject. To help her out, I suggested I just start talking and she could interrupt me with questions. She said that was okay.

I talked about the differences between boys and girls. Not just physically, but emotionally. After emphasizing erogenous zones I started into masturbation. “Everyone masturbates, Yurenka. Some people say that they don't, but everyone does. Boys are more famous for it than girls are, but every boy and every girl masturbates. The reason is that it feels good. Men do it and women do it. And there are many reasons to do it. Curiosity is the first reason because we hear stories when we are young about sex and we want to find out if 'it' works for us. But there are also times when we know we need to relieve the nervous tension we feel in our bodies, and that does it. Of course we usually do it while imagining some sexy situation and try to time our imaginary sexual peak with our orgasm. People who don't know how to pleasure themselves don't know how they should be pleasured by a lover, so they miss a lot of satisfaction from sex. We sometimes masturbate when we are sexually frustrated. For example, some men get so excited that they either can't hold back or are too mentally lazy to hold back their orgasm. They come, but their lover or wife didn't come yet. The guy rolls over and falls asleep and the lover/wife lays there and quietly fingers herself to orgasm. How sad that is, if it happens very often, for both of them. He doesn't even understand the tremendous joy his woman will provide for him if he waits and really makes love to her for her benefit, and she gets no real sense of having participated in a joining that should have turned her every way but loose. She feels incomplete with a lover like that and he may be too stupid to know what he is causing both of them to miss.”

Very quietly Yurenka said, “I think that's how it is with my mom and dad.”

“We can talk about that more later, if you want, but I have one more example of why people masturbate. Sometimes people either masturbate each other or for each other. Either one is very exciting, very pleasurable, and can help avoid a bad situation like pregnancy. In fact, that's why oral sex is popular with many people. No babies. Lots of pleasure.”

“You use words I don't understand, Mr. Thorpe.”

“Just call me 'Jay', Yurenka. Like what?”

“Like 'oral sex' and 'cunn-something'”.

“I'm trying to use polite words. For every sex act there are tons of other terms that are far more popular than the words I'm using, but I don't know if you want to use that language. Do you happen to have the first pictures I gave you with you?”

“Yes, I have them all here.”

“Well, the top left picture of the girl holding the man's penis, or cock, may be a situation where she is going to masturbate him until he comes. Or you could say she is going to 'jack him off'. The picture just below that is oral sex. That specific one is called '69' or 'eating each other out'. He licks her vagina or pussy and sucks on her clitoris or 'clit' until she comes and she licks and sucks on his cock until he comes. Of course he could suck her off first and then she could suck him off, but some people like to do each other at the same time. And many people, like me, like to do it either way. The bottom picture on the left shows a woman licking and sucking off another woman. That is also oral sex and is considered a 'lesbian' act. Women who love other women are called lesbians. Men who love other men are called 'gay'. People who love people of their same sex are called 'homosexuals' if they don't also love people of the opposite sex. If a woman loves both men and women she is called 'bisexual' or two sexes. Same if a man loves both women and other men. There are more words and phrases for sexual things than anything else in the world because there is nothing else in the world that is so important to all people as sex is.”

Yurenka said, “I have to go now.”

“Next time you masturbate, Yurenka, don't feel guilty about it. Enjoy it. Love how it makes you feel. Love the touch of your hand on your sex and imagine it's someone else's hand touching you. And love how you feel after you come. Please call me again when you feel like it.”

The seeds were planted.

Seeds take time.

V.

She called again on Thursday, during the morning. She was not feeling well so her parents left her home from school when they went out to work on whatever lawns they do on Thursdays.

“Are you really not feeling well, Yurenka?” I asked her.

“I'm okay. I guess I just felt lazy.”

“So, are you really in bed, now?”

“Yes. I've been reading.”

“ Penthouse Letters, I wonder?”

A long pause.

“Yurenka? You there?”

She said, “How did you know? I mean, why did you ask me that?”

“Because if I was curious about sex, and if I found a magazine in the trash, and it had all kinds of sexy stories and pictures in it, I'd be in bed, naked or close to it, reading the stories and looking at the pictures, and wanting to come.”

She hesitated, and then: “That makes me feel like you can see me.”

“In my minds eye, I can. Even though I've never seen you without clothes on, I still sort of know what you look like. After all, there are over five billion people in the world. A little over half of them are women. All of them have breasts and vaginas. I've seen thousands of naked women in every possible pose; real or pictures, magazines, movies and the Internet, white, black, Asian, Hispanic, you name it. I know you have a slim build. You have dark hair on your head and a dusting of hair on your arms. Your eyebrows are lush. From that evidence I would presume that you have a healthy growth of pubic hair. Of course I don't know how far under you it extends, or if you shave it into a shape that you like, but I doubt that part. From the little difference in the color of your lips versus your facial skin I would guess that your nipples are not dark, nor are your labia. How am I doing so far?”

“What's a 'labia'?” she asked cautiously.

“Your vagina is made up of several parts, created the way they are for enjoyable sex, first, and then the passage of a baby from your womb. So your outer labia or vagina lips can stretch a lot, which is why they are puffy, especially when you are excited. Your inner labia extend from just below your clit to the base of your pussy. They also can stretch a lot but they are normally protected by your outer lips which keep water or dirt out of your pussy when you walked around without clothes for a million years.”

“Wow. You really know a lot. And, uh, umm, I don't shave down there. I didn't know anyone shaved there. And, and my hair goes down, um, both sides.”

“Now I can see you better in my mind. Do you use your left hand, your right, or both?”

“You mean, when I…my right, most of the time.”

“So you're using your right hand on your pussy now?” A shot in the dark, but a safe one, considering the situation from her perspective.

“I'm not…How do you know? How can you tell. I'm doing that? Are you psychic or something? How do you know?”

“I would be if I were you. I would like to see you touching yourself. I would really like to see you when you come. Or, since I can't see you, I'd like to hear you when you come.”

“I could never make any noise. Someone would hear me.”

“Maybe usually, but you're there all alone, today. No one would hear you and trying to keep quiet when you come sort of diminishes the feeling. When you come you should be able to let loose and say or mumble or moan at any volume you like. Don't you agree?”

“I guess so. Why would you like to see me?”

“You must know that guys like to see girls naked. Girls your age like to see guys, also. It's part of learning about each other. But after you're a grown woman you'll learn to hide feelings like that and become very practiced at controlling when a guy sees you doing various things to get or keep him excited about you.”

She paused, then said, “You never told me what 'cunn-something' meant.”

“Cunnilingus means the oral sex performed on a woman's vagina or pussy or cunt. Licking it and poking the tongue into the vaginal passage as if it were a little penis or cock or prick.”

“And does that feel good?”

“A tongue is soft or hard, is warm and wet, and can make little tiny movements or long, slow licks. It feels fantastic to either a woman or a man.”

“But if boys are supposed to put their, uh, things in a girl, why would they want to put their, umm, tongue there?”

“Because they want to make their girl feel really good, get her really excited, maybe even make her come on their mouth. And really smart guys know that the more excited they get their girl, the better the sex will be for them.”

At this point I clearly heard little sounds coming from Yurenka. She must be jacking herself off pretty well. I felt like doing it myself. I continued, “When you dip your finger just inside your cunt you feel the wetness there. That's your lubrication. When you are excited it starts accumulating there to make you slick for intercourse, or fucking. You can spread that nice pussy cream around your clit when you're rubbing it and it feels better. The same thing is true for a guy's cock. You make it slippery so that it is comfortable for both of you when you're fucking.”

“Tell me more.” Her voice was husky and I felt she was probably going to come soon.