Chapter 21

Bobby couldn’t leave it to chance. Teri needed to know what was going on so she could have the “right” responses when her parents confronted her.

He did go to her room and knocked, which was unusual. Teri opened the door and looked at him quizzically.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I need to come in,” he said aloud. “Your mother may be watching,” he whispered.

“Oh. Okay. What do you want?”

“I need to talk to you,” he said.

“My room’s a mess,” she adlibbed.

“So’s mine,” said Bobby.

She stepped back and he entered. As soon as she closed the door he whispered, excitedly.

“You’ll never in a million years guess what your mom and I just talked about.”

“I don’t want to guess. Just tell me.”

“She asked me to be your boyfriend at college.”

“What?”

“She said she and Mister Jay are worried that some college guy will use and abuse you. She said she knows you have a crush on me and that I’m interested in you. I had to tell her the reason I haven’t already tried to date you was because I was sure Russell and your dad would kill me. She said they’d much rather you be with me, who they know, than with some stranger.”

“Wow,” she sighed.

“That’s what I said. But that’s not all. She told me you have an IUD implanted.”

Teri’s eyes got huge.

“No way!”

“I told her if we were boy and girlfriend, I’d probably want to do what boyfriends do. That’s when she told me about the IUD.”

“My mother said you could fuck me?!”

“Not in those words. She said, basically, that they know you’ll fuck somebody, and they’d be happier if it was me.”

“This was my mother,” stated Teri. “The one who lives in this house.”

“She said she wanted to have a serious discussion, and believe me, it was serious. She’s going to talk to you, too. I had to ask what would happen if you didn’t want to be my girlfriend.”

“Of course I want to be your girlfriend. I’ve wanted that for years.”

“Don’t be quite that eager when she asks you. You can talk about crushes and not knowing and being confused and all that. You should point out I’m white. Then sit back and prepare for your mind to be blown.”

“What about Russell? How’s he supposed to act?”

“They’re going to talk to him and remind him I’m an adult, now and can choose who I want without his input or objection. You, too.”

“Oh, he’ll just love that,” said Teri, with a giggle.

“I’m supposed to kiss you.”

“When?”

“Right now, in here. She said to kiss you and you’d know if you wanted more or not.”

“Okay, so kiss me,” she said.

Two minutes later Teri panted, “I want more.”

“Don’t be quite that eager when she talks to you.”

Bobby stayed away from the Jackson’s house for two days, to let all the “discussions” take place. Then he went over and walked in as per usual.

“Anybody home?” he asked.

“I need to talk to you!” came Russell’s strident voice.

“Shoot,” said Bobby.

“It needs to be in private.”

“Russell?” came his mother’s voice from the kitchen.

“I know, I know. I just want to talk, that’s all.”

They went to Russell’s room and as soon as they were inside Russell hugged Bobby in a bear hug.

“Teri told me the deal before they talked to me. I had to bluster and object, but the law was laid down. I am to be hands off on your relationship with my sister.”

“That’s good, because I’m gonna fuck her day and night,” whispered Bobby.

Russell punched his arm, and then said, “That’s not what I want to talk about. I’m working on a term project in my coding class and I have this idea that is unique. It’s for a video game and I think it could be a big success, but it’s going to take a ton of coding. I don’t want to bring anybody else in on it because then I have to share credit and royalties. I want you to learn to code so you can help me. I don’t mind sharing royalties with you.”

“I know nothing about coding,” said Bobby.

“I didn’t either until last year. You could minor in coding and still get your degree in architecture. It would be a heavy load, but I can help you via zoom and we can trade files back and forth. I don’t want to share this with anybody but you.”

“What’s this game about? If I’m going to add that kind of load to my schedule, I need to know it will make it. There are about a zillion games out there, man.”

“I know that,” said Russell. “I’m sure this will be a hit. It’s going to be interactive.”

Bobby sat down. Before Russell could start, the door opened and Genevieve poked her head in.

“How are things in here?”

“He’s alive,” growled Russell. “We’re just talking. I still have to get used to the idea, but we’ll be fine.”

“Good. Go on and talk it all out,” she said.

The door closed and Russell said, “You can fuck my sister. You can even breed her some day.”

“You can, too,” said Bobby. “Now, what about this game?”

“Okay,” Russell started. “I’m calling it Xanora’s Eggs. Players steal eggs from a sand nest in a cave but they don’t know what kind of egg it is until it hatches. The eggs can hatch into various kinds of dragons, which is good, or beasts, which is bad. You raise whatever hatches, so you might get to be a good guy, but you could also become a bad guy. The dragons serve mankind and the beasts try to kill everything they run into. Each kind of action wins points, and each game has a time limit, so you can win the game as either a good guy or a bad guy. The next time you play you’ll get a different egg. No two dragons or beasts will be alike. How each one can be killed will be different, too. If you don’t want to steal and hatch an egg, you can opt to be a human and kit yourself out as a knight, or warrior or whatever. Humans can hunt beasts and seek aid from dragons. If there is no player who is a dragon on line, though, then the human is on his or her own and the program will supply beasts to fight. I want to incorporate AI in this, but I don’t know if that will be possible. I need AI so there can be a limitless palette of eggs and environments in the game. I don’t know enough, yet, to do that and I don’t know how much it will cost to get time with an AI machine. I do know how to code the different basic parts of the game, but that’s like painting with only the primary color wheel. There are a bazillion other colors, but learning how to make and use them takes time. If I can expand my skills there will be literally thousands of scenarios to code and even more actions that the characters can do. No two games will be the same. You might be a beast in one game and a dragon in another. That’s why I have to have a partner. It’s going to take years and a ton of work to pull this off the way I want to.”

He stopped and looked at Bobby.

“So? What do you think? Would you want to play that game?”

“It sounds like it would be time intensive,” said Bobby. “I wouldn’t have time to play.”

“But would you want to? There are tons of kids out there who do have the time.”

“Okay, yes, it sounds like fun. How would you make money on it? Please don’t tell me there would be in app purchases.”

“It could be like that, if we want to sell armor or weapons or spells or whatever, but if we charge two bucks and a million people play, we’ll make money. The idea is to turn out other worlds or planets for the characters to play in. There will be different versions of the game. In one there might be elves and dwarfs and orcs or whatever. If people like playing version A of the game they might want to play versions B, C, and D.”

“There are already games like that out there,” said Bobby.

“Of course there are. The key is in the quality of the coding. That’s why I’m going to need help. I don’t want something where you can see pixels. This will have to be slick and that’s going to take either a ton of time, or AI involvement.”

“How long are we talking to get this thing ready to go?”

“Conservatively, three years,” said Russell.

“That will take us into after-college years,” said Bobby. “We’ll have to have real jobs.”

“Monique wants to help,” Russell replied. “She has some ideas on the psychological side of things. She thinks we can tease or tempt certain personality types to play the game. If Teri will help, too, she can learn basic stuff. That will leave you and me free to do the more intensive work. I wish the card club could get involved, but it would take too long to train them up. Maybe they can do the marketing. Didn’t Julie say she took some classes in graphic arts or something? We should ask her. It would jump us way ahead on the time schedule if we didn’t have to take classes on design and graphics.”

“I don’t know about this,” said Bobby. “I mean doesn’t it usually take a whole team of twenty or thirty people to put something like this out on the web?”

“Yes, it usually does. But Tetris was created by a single person. Markus Persson created Minecraft by himself. It can be done, dude.”

“Okay, you’re right that single people have produced popular games, but look at the complexity of those games compared to what you want to do. Those games are relatively simple. Yours is not.”

“Will you help me or not?” growled Russell.

“You know I will,” said Bobby.

“Then we’ll start working on it when we get back to school.”

“You realize we’re going to have to juggle school, this project, and girlfriends, all at the same time,” Bobby pointed out.

“Girlfriends can be satisfied at night. I’m only talking coding for an hour per night. Maybe two if you’re on a roll and don’t want to stop.”

“I’m sure it will be riveting,” said Bobby, dryly.

“It can be fun, in a challenging kind of way,” said Russell. “You’ll see. You’re a perfectionist and that’s the kind of person who can code successfully.”

Genevieve told her husband that she had, indeed, had a talk with Bobby, who had agreed to look out for and keep Teri out of trouble. She did not tell him she had virtually encouraged Bobby to have sex with their daughter. He already knew that would happen sooner or later. She’d get excited and let a boy go too far. As long as he didn’t know when it happened, she was pretty sure he could live with it.

“She’ll be fine,” said Genevieve. “I feel much better since I talked to him.”

While she was having this conversation, Bobby and Teri were at Betty’s house, using the spare bedroom. Teri was flat on her back with her legs wrapped around Bobby, who was lunging into her lustily.

“We get to do this at college, too,” he panted. “We even have permission!”

“I don’t know what Mom was smoking that day, but I wish I had some,” gasped Teri.

“I’m gonna cum,” he panted.

“Breed me,” she whispered. “Some day you and I will make a baby.”

“Ohhhh, Baby,” he groaned as his prick splattered her vagina with hot shots of cum.

The summer flew by. Bobby read the textbooks Russell had used in his classes. Slowly, coding began to make sense to him. To get used to working with code he used HTML to create a basic website. It was called “The Dragon’s Lair” but that was all he did. It reserved that name for them. The website didn’t actually do anything. That would come later.

Then it was time to go. This year was different for the Jacksons, because this year all their children were going away. The house would seem empty. The flip side of that was that they would have more time for each other and the house would be a place where they could run around naked, if they wanted to.

When Bobby and Teri left in Bobby’s car, Teri waved with a huge smile on her face as the car started down the street. Beaufort and Genevieve held hands and waved, too.

“He’s going to have sex with her, isn’t he?” growled Beaufort. “Bobby Grisham is going to get my little girl’s virginity.”

“We don’t know that,” said Genevieve, as she thought ‘He already did.’ “And we talked about this. Even if they do have sex it’s the best match we can think of, for now. He’s been like a son to us in many ways.”

“That doesn’t help,” said Beaufort. “Now it’s like my son is going to have sex with my daughter.”

“Don’t be silly,” said Genevieve. “Do this, if it helps. Think of Bobby as you think about Russell. She’d never in a million years have sex with Russell. Maybe she’ll feel the same way about Bobby.”

“I sure hope that IUD works,” groaned Beaufort. “The last thing we need in this town is another mixed race baby.”

As tumultuous as it was for the families involved, once their students got settled back in at school, things seemed to calm down everywhere. Beaufort and Genevieve made use of their new together/private time by going places and doing things. They did, in fact, run around the house naked from time to time. Teri sent an email every day, describing her experiences. Sometimes they were long and packed with information, and sometimes all she said was, “I miss you. I love you.”

For the students, life was the same in most ways. Monique, after visiting Pine Bluffs, returned to campus and found a house for rent. It had two floors and each was offered by the landlord as living space, with the living room and kitchen as common areas. She rented them both and told Russell he could have either one for the same rate living in the dorm would be. Her parents didn’t blink an eye at this expense, though her mother took her aside.

“How serious is it with this Russell boy?” she asked.

“Serious enough that I want to explore further,” said Monique. “He and I are the same, in that we’ve never really been in love before, so we’re not sure what to call what we feel.”

“Are you sleeping with him?” asked her mother, bluntly.

“I’m thinking seriously about taking that step,” said Monique. It satisfied her mother, even though it left her with a very mistaken impression.

“You just make sure you don’t derail your educational and job path,” said her mother. “And make him wear a condom.”

And that was it. Her parents were both busy with life, jobs, and the social class they had attached themselves to. As long as their daughter didn’t become an embarrassment, and got good grades, that was all they really cared about.

What Monique was “thinking about” took place within ten minutes of Russell’s arrival at their new digs. Monique had already prepared the larger bedrooms of the two (downstairs) and she eagerly spread herself wide open for his sexual anointment of their new house.

“This means we’re living together,” she panted as he drove deep and rubbed. “I’ve never lived with a boy before.”

“I lived with a girl, but she was my sister,” he huffed.

“If I had a brother I might let him do this to me,” she gasped, thrusting her hips up against him.

“I know this sounds hypocritical, but I don’t want you doing this with anybody else but me.” He started pulling out and pushing in. He kissed her lips repeatedly with each thrust.

“It is hypocritical,” she panted. “You have a dozen women you can make love to and all I get is one, puny boy? At least let me have Bobby once in a while.”

He drove deep and stopped, staring into her eyes.

“When did this happen?” he asked.

“What?” she replied, innocently.

“Your interest in Bobby as a sexual partner.”

“I thought you two shared all your women,” she teased. “If he was here, would you let him slide that big white dick of his inside me? Would you let him cum in me? Would you watch while he tried to breed me?”

“Fuuuuck,” groaned Russell. “That is not fair. I wanted to go a lot longer.”

“Bobby’s not here,” she breathed. “You’ll have to inseminate me, instead.”

With a shout he let loose and hosed his girlfriend for the first time in their new house. That happened two more times that day, but when school started their amorous time was at night, after homework was done, so they could just go to sleep in each other’s arms and get up fresh the next day.

They all worked hard in the courses they signed up for. Russell, in particular, got back into his classes eagerly, taking more hours that pertained to his new major. That was a bachelor of science in Information Technology and Game Development. His mother was concerned that it was putting all his eggs in one basket.

“What will you do if this game thing doesn’t work out?” she had asked. “Should you be putting all your eggs in one basket?” She didn’t see the irony in using that phrase, but he also hadn’t given either of his parents a detailed description of his vision.

“It’s basically a degree in computer science,” he said. “I can get a job in any IT role. I’ll probably have to do that in the beginning anyway, while I work on my game.”

He knew there would be projects to complete, and he planned to use one of his ideas for Xanora’s Eggs to complete those projects, getting feedback from his professors in the process.

Monique started taking the upper division classes for her major and spent most of her day either in class or studying for a class that was in her near future. Homework also took a major part of her “free” time because the reading regimen for Psychology was crushing if you didn’t keep up with it.

The near term reward for both of them was when they could take a shower (usually together) and then go to bed to make love and sleep.

They had no idea that that was the same thing normal, everyday people did as they went to their jobs, cooked dinner for the family, worked on the car that wasn’t running right, or whatever. Everyone’s life is filled with tasks that have to be done before they can frolic in bed. For most single people the whole work week has to get done before they can go clubbing on a Friday night and, hopefully, hook up with a good (if temporary, most of the time) sexual partner.

For Monique and Russell, it was a well-oiled machine that served their needs fabulously. And that served their educational goals fabulously, as well.

At State, Bobby shared a house off campus with two other roommates. One was a girl named Francine, and the other was a boy named Todd. Francine was a senior, majoring in architecture, and had no time for a boyfriend. Todd had a girlfriend from the previous year who lived in another house with two girls. Her parents had required that she live only with women. They had no idea that she routinely went to Todd’s house and spent the night in Todd’s bed.

Teri was majoring in Cyber Security and also spent a lot of nights in Bobby’s bed. If her first class wasn’t until nine or ten she’d sleep with Bobby and then change into clean clothes she brought along. If she had an early class she studied at Bobby’s, kissed him, and went home. Nobody else in the house thought it was odd that a junior took up with a freshman and that didn’t even take into account the interracial aspect of things. From his roommate’s perspective he was a tall, muscled, friendly guy and she was a sultry, confident young woman who had the big guy wrapped around her little finger.

In Bobby’s bedroom, however, he was primarily the one who called the shots. He would play and tease and let things go almost to the point of insertion, and then draw back, until she was frantic to get him in her. Then, when she finally sighed as she was filled, he’d whisper that in just a few short years he’d be making her belly big and she’d have their baby.

“What if I end up having Russell’s baby?” she teased back.

“Then I’ll breed you twice,” he growled. “You’re mine. I was an idiot for years by not paying attention to you. I have a lot to make up for.”

“Why?” she panted.

“I could have been porking you when you were twelve,” he said with a grin.

Teri was not amused.

As for those Bobby and Russell had left behind, in a sense, life went on in a much better fashion than before Trudy let herself seduce and be seduced by Bobby. Now all five women had children to raise and all of them except Betty lived together, and they raised those kids in a crowd-sourcing kind of way. The children knew who mama was, but if Auntie So-and-so told them to do something, they did it, lest punishment come. Julie and Gene decided to marry, but the date of the ceremony had not yet been set. Gene had his own house, while Julie lived at the commune, but everybody knew (and by now agreed) that Gene could move into the commune if he and Julie decided that was what they wanted to do. Both Julie and Gene were inured to the looks they got when they went shopping or out to eat and had Mariah with them. Those who liked gossip now knew about “those women” who went to the Hi Spot and slept with black men they met there. To them, Julie was one of “those women.” To everybody else, Gene and Julie were with a child who they had probably adopted, which was an admirable thing to do.

Betty and Dan had similar experiences as they went about their business and had the twins with them. Curtis looked normal to observers, but then there was little Elizabeth, who had obviously African American blood in her veins. Betty and Dan just ignored the looks they got.

Sarah didn’t take her children with her when she went shopping or had other things in town to do. There were just too many of them to wrangle. Her kids, including now five-year-old Reggie, stayed at the commune if Reggie wasn’t in preschool.