Teaching Deanna

By Paco Jones

Tara needed to find someone to take care of Deanna while she was overseas for work. She knew she'd be gone for an extended period, so it needed to be someone she trusted.
Dee was adamant that she wanted to stay with Tom while her mother was gone. Mom knew of Dee's feelings and that her ulterior motives in the request, but could not discount Deanna's feelings or wishes.
Tara and Tom go back ten years and both held a secret that Dee didn't know yet. Only some of the secret comes out here, but enough that Dee is very surprised, but not deterred in her true feelings or her ultimate objective.
She'd met Tom during some ugly times in her life while he was living with four very beautiful gay women. There were special relationships in the house that Tara became part of temporarily. Once the crisis was over, she moved along, but still maintained her love for Tom.
Unfortunately, for both, it was an arm's length love, but that didn't discourage Deanna after she'd finally met him. Tara knew immediately that she had a problem.
Tara knew of Dee's devoted love for Tom, she'd known since Dee was eight. Dee was nearly sixteen when she had to leave and she knew that Dee could be very persuasive, but trusted Tom. She knew that in the end, he would do the right thing. She also knew what Dee wanted and that by leaving her, she'd be essentially giving her up.
There are many twists and turns in the love that Dee feels for Tom, and "friends" are walking in and out allowing both Tom and Dee to keep things amusing. When you add Tara to the mix, it gets very interesting indeed.
It took Dee two years to break him down, but break him down she did, and thus began a very tender love story while Dee and others were the full beneficiaries of Tom's extraordinary "Learning Experience".

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paco Jones
• Release date: Nov 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463895962

Paco Jones

Dr. Paco Jones is an aging Hippie. One of his favorite sayings is: "I will always be a Hippie. It's not a changeable condition." Born in Los Angeles and raised in the San Francisco Bay area he is a true product of the 60's and is a firm subscriber to the cliché "If you can remember the 60's you weren't there." He served in the United States Navy doing a tour in Vietnam in 1969 and 1970.

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Teaching Deanna

Deanna book One

Adult Fiction

by Paco Jones

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Disclaimer: This book is intended as adult entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, sexual nature. This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, and places are products of the author’s imagination and are fictional, Though some places may be identified because they are present on the Earth and the story has to take place somewhere, any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, incidents, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Books by Paco Jones

These Girls Can Play (adult content)

Mile High and Beyond (adult content)

A Learning Experience - Deanna book 1 (adult content)

Teaching Deanna - Deanna book 1 (adult content)

Tara's Nightmare & Beyond - Deanna book 2 (adult content)

Craft Faire Love - book 1 (adult content)

The View Beyond - Craft Faire Love book 2 (adult content)

Jason & Alicia - A Craft Faire Love story (adult content)

Things to Come (adult content)

Irons in the Fire (adult content)

Castaway Island

Le Petite Castaway Island

Zardoc

The Pods

Return to Castaway Island

It's All Over But The Shouting!

Vietnam: A Distant Memory

To Marie, Lisa, Sheryl and Carol. I will never forget!

To young lovers everywhere - may your first time be the best experience of your life.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgement

Preface

Prologue

Chapter 1 - Deanna Plays

Chapter 2 - False Start

Chapter 3 - Morning Dawns

Chapter 4 - Cherry Picking

Chapter 5 - Mother and Daughter

Chapter 6 - Tara Returns

Chapter 7 - A Secret Revealed

Chapter 8 - An Evening Out With The Twins

Chapter 9 - Tara Joins The Party

Chapter 10 - Julie

Chapter 11 - Tara Comes Home

Chapter 12 - A Learning Experience

Chapter 13 - Continuing Education

Chapter 14 - Dee's Insecurity

Epilogue

About the Author

Acknowledgement

Any author will tell you an effort such as this is not a solitary endeavor. If it's going to be anywhere near readable it takes a team. I am extremely thankful for my team. I can write it, but without them you probably wouldn't really want to read it.

I am humbly indebted to the proofreading skills of my friend PawWriter. He added much readability to the original manuscript.

Also, a quiet thank you goes out to my friends Orblover, Turbo, and Strickland83 for their kind words of encouragement.

When I ask for it, push and encouragement has always come from my friend Robert Lubrican.

These gentlemen's kind words of advice have kept me on the straight and narrow. Okay, as straight and narrow as I get ...

There are others out there in ether land who I owe a debt of thanks as well. I'm afraid to start a list for fear I'll forget someone, but you know who you are.

I also have to send a heartfelt thank you to you, the reader. Without you, none of this would be worth the effort.

Thank you!

Preface

If you read the original version of this work, Deanna, at any of the free sites where it was posted, you'll understand what's going on here.

It was very poorly written and believe me, I know how bad it is because I just went back through it so I could do this rewrite. What a learning experience.

So now, it's two books. It really was to begin with, but both were combined into a very large, almost 700 page poorly written behemoth. It was originally written on a bet with a lady friend who said I couldn't write an erotic short story. She won the bet easily because in no time at all, it was four hundred pages. That said it is also my first book.

I actually published Craft Faire Love first, but it's because I have ADD and the story popped into my head while I was in the middle of this one. Then These Girls Can Play popped into my head so it got finished and published before this one too. I'm glad I took the detour because Girls is a great story, as is the sequel, It's All Over But The Shouting!

Yeah, yeah, I know, it's a shameless plug.

This is the first of the set, Teaching Deanna - Deanna book 1. The second will be Tara's Nightmare & Beyond - Deanna book 2. There may also be a third, yet unwritten story, but that's not been decided at this point in time.

If you read and enjoyed the original version, you'll want to read this one because there are some significant changes. Not only is it written better, especially grammar and punctuation wise, it has had some parts rearranged for continuity. Tara's Nightmare will be much the same, but there was extraneous, repetitive, crap in both, which needed to be done over, so that's what I've done.

I think you'll find this two book series is far better written than the original.

I hope you enjoy the new story, but for now, I'll let Dee and Tom lead you into what's going on - It's a rant, but Dee's not happy. When they're finished, I'll add some additional remarks about what it is they're yelling about, then it's on with the show.

pj 2014/2019

Prologue

Tomeeeee, that's bullshit! Dee hollered at me with a pout.

Honey, you know that and I know that, but the publishers won't publish the book the way it was, I said sadly, "but what’s the big deal? You’re over twenty-one now and we’ve been married for three years already.

But it fucks up the whole meaning and beauty of the book, she said. "I seem so retarded in some places.

Oh wait. We have to be fucking politically correct ... I seem so handicapped, so sophistication deficient, in some places.

Laughing loudly at her outburst, I said, "I know, sweetie. What do you want me to do about it?

Paco already has to do a major rewrite as it is, baby, I told her as calmly as I could muster. You know the first edition was a piece of shit ... well, so does he.

It will partially ruin an absolutely beautiful coming of age romance, but they don't give a shit, honey.

Shit, Tommy, she glared, it's so lame.

You're right, but if Paco changes a lot of the peripheral stuff, the whole beauty of the story is totally lost, I told her again, but he can do it in a way you don't seem so, as you say, 'sophistication deficient'.

Just because some chickenshit insists his or her opinion is more important than the law or our right to free expression, she spat.

It's already been through the courts, Tommy, Dee reminded me, and they said it was okay.

"The publishers don't care, honey. They're afraid some religious jerk-off is going to make an issue over it and cause them a headache. They choose to take the chickenshit way out, and if I were in their chair, I would probably do the same thing.

That's one of the big problems in this country today, baby. People just lay down and let these self-righteous assholes run them over. Politicians will gladly take their money, but they're scared shitless of them.

Well, isn't that what Paco's doing by rewriting? she asked, lying down?

"I guess in a way, but what do you want him to do? Just throw more than six hundred pages of tender love and kick ass drama into the trash because there's some self-righteous pinhead out there who may object?

Besides, like I said before, what's already out there is a royal piece of shit and Paco knows that. I can't believe how bad the punctuation and grammar are. It can use the rewrite, so if he's going to do it anyway, he may as well make it acceptable.

Deanna really wasn't a happy camper.

"Just humor us, sweetie. It will be okay. Ninety nine percent of the story hasn't changed. Your intelligence, your maturity, your ability to be an adult at a young age is all still there.

Some people don't care, Dee. They have an arbitrary number in their head and that's it.

And they obviously have their heads up their asses. It just pisses me off, Tommy, she spat loudly.

Well, how do you think Paco feels? A lot of the work he did has to be re-done, I said softly, "We'll just explain it in the forward or the authors notes, something like that, and then everyone will know up front what happened.

But it's censorship, Tommy. How the fuck can they legally get away with it?

She's not stupid and she's pulling out all the stops with reasoning, but what she doesn't seem to realize is that it doesn't matter. Legal, logic, or what's right doesn't come into play at all.

It's their ballpark, honey, I laughed, they've got the bat, the ball, and the glove. People have to play by their rules or not play at all. Yes, it's ignorant, but it's what they've chosen to be.

Well, fuck, it's just not fair! she pouted again.

Sweetie, when did anyone ever tell you life was fair? You’ve been living here most of the time for the last five or six years and I’m positive that I have never once said life was fair. Trust me, honey. You don’t know the half of it.

Well, shit. I guess I don't have any choice, do I? I'm just going to look like a dumbass to everyone, she whined again.

"It is what it is, sweetheart. Don't think of it as being a dumbass, think of it as pretending.

It's not like you've never done that before, I said with a big grin.

She knew what I was referring to, It's just that your act will be more acceptable to everyone and the tiny dicks will be happy.

Everybody's happy but me, she observed. Nobody gives a shit about me, only their bullshit, stupid rules, that aren't legal.

That's just the way it is, honey, I told her again."

Can I sue them? she asked with a chuckle.

I suppose you could try, but they have higher priced lawyers than you do and besides, it's part of their rule book and you have to agree to follow their rules when you send them your stuff. The court would just say you have to follow the rules if you want to play.

The courts have already decided it's okay, she said, preaching to the choir.

I told her pointedly again, a bit more heated this time, It is what it is, Deanna. There's nothing anyone's going to do about it tomorrow or the next day.

So when is Paco going to be done? she asked.

It'll be a little while, Dee. He has to go through the whole book, split it into two parts, and change pieces. He's already done one pass through, but has at least one more before it'll be ready to send it thru the editor again to make sure he didn't fuck it up too badly.

That's just bullshit, Tommy, she said vehemently, turning to leave the room.

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Author's final note

She's right, the whole thing is ridiculously stupid, and something she’ll learn over time is that, you can’t fix stupid?

Yes, it is very stupid, but as Tom told her, it is what it is.

In the first ten or twelve chapters, the changes will give you the true essence of the story, though admittedly, there has been a lot of peripheral verbiage adjusted so things make more sense and so Dee doesn’t seem like such a dumbass or as she describes it, sophistication deficient. It really shouldn't be an issue, but Dee isn't happy.

It's been done so that she is a little smarter, and a bit more feisty, but she won't accept it until I'm completely finished and she's had a chance to review it. Tom and Tara already read the first draft and think it will be okay. Tara couldn't help herself and slipped in some editing notes.

I'm a much better writer now. I mean, if I were writing it today, she'd be just fine, but since the precedent has already been set, she has her panties in a wad.

One of the reasons I decided to sit down with Tom, Dee, and Tara, was to discuss the whole thing rationally ... well, at least try. I think Tom and Tara found Dee to be amusing, but I'm just trying to get on with it at this point.

Dee's still not happy! Tom and Tara don't see it as a big issue and I'm here trying to re-write the second longest work I've ever done (Castaway Island is longer). If it weren't for the Teaching Deanna section, or the Tara's Nightmare section, I probably wouldn't even bother, although it did turn out to be a decent love story.

It's not as if I don't have other projects to work on. Ohmigod, Zardoc. I totally grok, but need you to save me. Yes, yes, book five is underway.

Well, it is what it is, so I'm rollin' up my sleeves and starting to do the work. I don't think it's going to be that bad in most instances, but it will take time because the story is so long and was so poorly written to begin with.

I'm sure you, dear reader, can sort it all. I do apologize for any inevitable inconsistencies, but without some of them, the story just isn't the same.

I can't make Dee happy without trashing the whole beginning and doing the first eight chapters all over again. I think after eight, I'm okay, but that's pending my final review. The nightmare piece should just need clean up, but the learning part will need some serious work, which because you are reading this, is already completed.

paco jones December 2014/2019

Chapter 1 – Deanna Plays

Deanna had been teasing me for years, apparently not knowing what it was she was doing to me. I would find out she knew exactly what she was doing. It was all part of her 'diabolical' plan.

She would chuckle at the lump in my pants, which she had created with her skimpy dress, then brush her hand up against it every chance she got.

Hey, I’m human and she is a beautiful young woman.

She would look up at me with her 'puppy dog eyes' sparkling like diamonds and give me a smile, big, wide, and innocent, then her hand gently copped a feel, thinking I would think it was just an accident.

Once or twice? Okay, accidents, but two or three times before you leave for classes every day, don’t think so. There were times she was so blatant and obvious, she apologized for the bump, but the smirk on her face told me it had a purpose. At least in her mind it had a purpose.

Dee has been staying with me while her mom is in Asia on professional assignment. She has been gone for the better part of three years thus far, so this has been a long-term situation.

I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle a few years of this teasing, but then I might just succumb. There were already things that had happened and were said as mom was leaving, which leave me wondering what the whole thing is all about. I had a sense of being set up and those instincts go back a long way, but what the hell, she’s a certifiable knock out, so what will be will be. I had plenty of time and if nothing else, I'm a very patient person.

With all the options that should have been available, why would one of my old bedtime buddies leave her fifteen year old, daughter with me for a few years? Don’t mind me. I just thought it rather strange, but I wasn’t going to argue with Tara. I felt like I owed her big time. She always said I didn’t owe her anything, but she did pick me up more than once, when I was down. Dee is beautiful, but so is her mother and I'd been chasing her for years. I’ll have to talk about Tara a bit later, but first to Deanna.

At fifteen, nearly sixteen, Deanna was about 5’3" tall and slender, but certainly not skinny. Her hips were rounding nicely and you could definitely see the woman in her coming out slowly. While her hips were rounding nicely, so was her scrumptious bubble butt. Her body was filling out with a gorgeous pair of small B-cup breasts. Girls sure didn’t look like she does when I was fifteen.

Well, maybe they did and I just didn't notice. How the hell would I have missed that? Being seriously abused at home, I had things other than girls on my mind, but at fifteen, I certainly knew what the ladies were hiding in their panties because I'd already been in a few pairs.

I hoped those breasts would stop growing right where they are. In my mind, they couldn’t be more perfect just the way they are. They were a sultry handful, each being, pert, firm, and proud. Gotta stop thinking like that, she's far too young for another couple years.

Her light brown hair, when let down, would reach midway down her back, but was usually pulled back, sometimes in pig tails, sometimes in a pony tail. Her gorgeous, light powder blue eyes could penetrate even the best hard-ass look I could give her. I gave up on it early in this whole experience because 'the look' just didn't work.

The biggest problem I seem to have with Dee, is she could be her mother's twin sister. She only looked about 14 years older than she really is, so all the neighborhood boys were drooling profusely all over themselves and undoubtedly creaming their jeans over her. It's not my problem, unless one of them touches her inappropriately.

Me? I'm pretty permissive, but she's not my daughter and I'm supposed to be looking after her. I'd like to give her back to her mother older, but in the same condition. Little did I know.

She politely declines any advances, telling them she has a boyfriend and wasn’t going to be playing around on him. Then, just to be the typical catty bitch she could be if she found it necessary, would sometimes add, 'especially with you'. Somehow, I got the feeling she enjoys turning the knife, but then I didn't find a whole lot of fault in that.

Boyfriend? It was news to me. Tara didn’t mention anything about a boyfriend. Shit, that's all I need with all the other bullshit going on. I hope she uses protection.

I really just hoped it was her way of getting rid of the roamin’ hands. I think every guy around tried to put their hands on those luscious tits. She was very adept at avoiding stray feely attempts and could throw you to the ground with her eyes if she meant to. Failing that, she'd do it physically and make no mistake, she could do just that.

As I mentioned before, there were some things said at the airport which kind of had me wondering just what it is that was going on. After a few more years of the provocative clothes she’d put on after school, the constant sideways looks, and 'accidental' feels, I decided to see if I could find out what was on her mind.

She'd been here for three years now and it was getting close to her mother coming home again, so one Friday evening I told her to get cleaned up and dressed up so I could take her out to a nice dinner. We'll run this up the flagpole, see if there's a breeze blowing and in which direction. I mean, she's legal now ... where does the time go? She's damned near twenty already. I guess I really don't have to worry about a boyfriend and I'm sure there is a bunch of hunks at the college, but as I said, I wanted to return her to Tara in one piece.

She gave me a surprised look, but those eyes started to sparkle as she disappeared up the stairs into her room and shower. I called one of the local high class clubs I was a member of, made reservations for 7:30, and set about getting myself ready. I wasn’t quite sure how to interpret the look she gave me, but I guess I’d find out.

I put on a nice pair of slacks, dress shirt, tie, and a sport coat, which was almost a suit. I figured a suit would be a little much, but when I saw Dee come down the stairs, I suddenly felt grossly under dressed. I should have been in a tuxedo!

She had put on a beautiful royale blue, formal gown, which was low cut in front, exhibiting her beautiful breasts appropriately, and plunged all the way down to her butt in the back. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra because it wouldn’t go with the dresses spaghetti straps. For the most part, she didn't need a bra most of the time anyway, at least not from my perspective.

I was about to blow my cookies just watching her walk down the stairs. She strode down slowly and stepped in front of me, doing a quick pirouette so I could catch the whole Deanna.

Holy shit, I’d never seen anything quite so beautiful in my life. The dress enhanced her natural beauty perfectly and with her light, powder blue eyes, the brilliant royale blue of the dress was dazzling.

Her hair was shining and loose for a change, instead of tied up, and she had a smile on her face that would melt titanium.

Oh my god, Dee, you look absolutely stunning. I’m going to be the envy of the club tonight, I whispered loudly enough she could hear me.

Now who the hell was drooling?

With another incredible smile, she said very softly, I’m glad you like it, Tommy. It's all for you. I’d never dress like this for anyone else because you always make me feel so special. I want you to be proud of me.

"Oh, Dee, proud isn’t the right word. I’m honored to have you as my date this evening.

You ready to go?

Yep, let’s go. I’m famished.

It was nearly impossible to keep my eyes off her as we drove the 10 minutes to the club's restaurant and as we drove, I saw her looking over at me out of the corner of her eye. I was sprouting a boner already and unfortunately, it didn’t escape her notice. She squirmed a little in her seat, but firmly put her hand on my thigh and began a slow gentle caress.

This was going to be a long night.

Little did I know...

When we arrived, I pulled up to the valet station and looking over at her, laughingly said, We're here.

After unhooking her seatbelt, she leaned across to me and put her lips to mine, kissing me very softly. It wasn't a little girl kiss either, but one of those sensual, sexy kisses I hadn't had in a long time. What really startled me was when she put her hand directly on the lump in my pants and rubbed it gently for a moment while she finished her kiss. She seemed to know what she wanted and where to find it.

As she slowly pulled her face from mine, her beautiful blue eyes sparkled and danced furiously.

With her hand still on my hardness and with a sly smile, she whispered to me, Is this for me, Tommy?

After the shock and awe of the lead up activity, I said, "It’s yours if you want it, my love.

It’s yours if you want it, I whispered again while I leaned my head towards hers, kissing her ever so gently.

Once again, she squeezed my boner lightly, and gave me a mysterious glance that looked like half lust and half apprehension.

I’d finally called her bluff and I think she was not only a bit surprised, but didn’t quite know how to deal with it. Given that, the die had been cast, so we’d see what surprises were in the mold a little later. She was certainly a walking wet dream. I couldn't escape that reality nor would I want to.

She had a real offer on the table and she was pleased, but she’d realistically never expected it. Not from the old guy who’d been successfully ignoring all her advances for the past three years. Vindictively, I hope it was as frustrating for her as it was for me.

Well hell yeah! Not ignoring what she was doing could have led to some severe trouble, but I think the ignoring is over. Time would tell, but for her, it was time to fish or cut bait.

We got out of the car and after handing the keys to the valet, walked hand in hand slowly toward the door. She kept looking at me with her sparkling eyes and I couldn’t help but marvel at the age projected by her look. It felt like she could see right through me.

Maybe she could.

Every so often on the walk in, I'd see those beautiful eyes darting towards me furtively. Every time I’d meet them, she’d blush a little, smile shyly, and quickly look away. I wondered what was going on inside her beautiful head.

I looked at her again, all dressed up, and knew she was going to be able to pass for legal age. In the club that is kind of scary when you consider she is only eighteen. Even having been with me for three years, she still had a lot of little girl naiveté when it came to being an adult. You know, those learned insecurities borne of being a teenage girl. Especially one who had been emotionally and sometimes physically abused by her father, but we'll get more into that later.

The maitre d' smiled when we entered and while he led us to our table, she took his arm as if she did it every night. I had requested a small booth in the rear of the club, in a more private area.

While we were sitting down, he looked at Dee and asked, A drink for M’lady?

Deanna turned to me with a look of near panic, not really knowing what to say, so I told him we’d start with a couple of Cuba Libre’s.

Without batting an eye, he turned and moved off to let our table service know the drink order. He also let them know we were VIP’s and to provide extra special service.

It's not like they really needed to be reminded.

Deanna looked at me with wide eyes and asked, What’s a Cuba Libre?

I focused my gaze on her and murmured softly, It’s just a fancy name for a Rum and Coke, angel. I think you’ll like it, but don’t drink it too quickly – you’re not used to alcohol and I don’t want you getting drunk.

She smiled sweetly, cuddled up next to me more closely, and holding my arm in her hands, let out a sigh of contentment.

We talked a little, waiting for the waitress to come with our drinks, menu, and bread.

Tommy, I’ve never been in a place this fancy. I’m afraid I’m going to do something stupid and embarrass you.

Surprised, I said to her, Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, you’ll do just fine. Just act like the lady I know you are and everything will be perfect. I want you to enjoy the evening out, but I can’t wait to get you home later.

I got a look of excited trepidation from her. We hadn’t really talked about later, so I left it to her mind to contemplate. There was going to be no pressure and no hurry. Whatever she decided, was going to be okay with me, but after putting up with it for the past few years, I was definitely calling her bluff.

I was keeping in mind what her mother had said to me at the airport when she left the first time. If it was intimacy she wanted, intimacy is what she’s going to have, but it’ll be slow, passionate, and tender.

It’s hard for me to fathom my feelings for Dee. Shit, she’s only eighteen, but acts like she’s much older. That’s a testament to the way Tara has raised her, but she’s still eighteen. Before Tara left her with me, if you’d have said I’d be lusting after a fifteen year old, I’d have said you were a bug assed lunatic, but here it is three years later.

I just have a funny feeling there’s something going on here I’ve missed, and trust me, I don't miss much. There's obviously a little something between Dee