Chapter 14: The Meeting

I had sent the message from the System Administrator console. It was addressed to all girls at the Garrett School of Visual Art and Performing Arts.

While I was here, I wrote out a rough draft of what I wanted to say in the meeting.

Everly was watching from the next chair as I wrote the message to all the girls.

I said, “You are brilliant, sweetheart. I suppose we need hot dogs and hamburgers, so I need to get a couple of grills for here.”

She said, “Get regular grills. The Buc-ee’s on I-16 have these great medium-sized charcoal grills. They are the right size, and we can do this more than once. If we do this every once in a while, we should get more participation.”

I said, “We have other issues. We need buns for hamburgers and hot dogs. Are the ones in the stores still good? It’s been a month, after all. We also need additional items to accompany it. Potato salad, condiments, chips, and sodas.”

She said, “I will get that all organized. They have big ovens here at school. If we have to bake our own fresh hot dogs and hamburger buns, we will.”

I said, “Let’s go look in the cafeteria and see what’s there already.”

We looked. They had plenty of buns for hamburgers and hot dogs on hand. They were edible in that they had somehow added stuff to the buns to keep them usable almost forever. I read the ingredients. I was appalled.

Everly insisted, “They will be fine for a picnic. It’s what they are used to, anyway.”

They also had premade frozen pizzas. They had premade potato salad in 1-gallon containers. The potato salad needed more mustard and spices to my taste.

They also offered potato chips, corn chips, packaged cupcakes, and miniature quasi-fruit pies. The school also has a soda fountain. We decided we didn’t need to cook the hamburgers and hot dogs on a grill. They could easily be cooked in the oven in pans.

I thought that was a dumb idea, and we talked about that a bit. I wanted a real cookout. Cooking meat in ovens sounded terrible.

Everly called Izzy and had Izzy bring in several girls. They would do a dry run here today. That way, they could work out the bugs.

I wish I had thought of this earlier. We may have been ahead of the game in getting help if we had. I had to think about that. I need to be more of a Dad figure and less of a command sergeant. Being around girls daily helped fill in some rough spots in my approach to dealing with others.

I left Everly there and went out to take care of my ducks and turkeys. Their houses are automatically opened and closed at sunrise and sunset, allowing them access to water. They were a couple of hours late today on being fed. I went into the house and looked around more. I was not sure what I was looking for. Something seemed missing.

I figured it out. I was missing a root cellar. A place used to store root vegetables. From the garden spreadsheet, I knew there should be root vegetables galore. I didn’t find it in the small house. The Thompsons used this house mostly for the farm office and kitchen. If there is a root cellar, it’s not here.

I went and got the 4x4. By now, I thought I knew everything about this place; I may be wrong. I drove all over looking for something or someplace that would give me a clue. I found it past the turkey pen and around a corner. I had seen a slight pathway on the other side of the pen. I drove down it, and around a bend, I found a 12 X 12 shed.

It’s very heavy-duty and locked. I looked at the 4x4’s key ring; I had previously noticed it had a Master Lock key on the key ring.

Evidently, the 4x4 was used to access the root cellar; it was a simple matter of convenience. The 4x4 has a small truck bed in the back.

I used the key to open the Master Lock. Inside was a stairway that went down to a hallway. It has several rooms, and each room has different root crops. Three rooms are labeled 32 degrees, and the others are labeled 55 degrees. I opened the first 32-degree room.

It was all fruit.

Fuji Apples

Anna apples

Comice pears (pronounced ko-MEESE)

Gala Peaches

Sunhigh Peaches

The next 32-degree room features three varieties of potatoes, including two sweet potatoes and leeks.

One 55-degree room is dedicated to three varieties of tomatoes.

There was red cabbage, acorn, and butternut squash.

I kept looking; we had loads of food. That worried me for some reason. I locked up and drove back. It hit me. These are all good foods to eat. They are healthy but not the kind of thing teenage girls like.

That was the reason they were not very interested in what we were doing! They are hooked on junk food specifically developed for teenagers. Until their local stores are empty, they will stick to eating crap food. They’ll eat that until they blow up like a balloon, and their face breaks out in zits and sores, or they run out of junk food.

I am such an idiot. I did not see all that complication earlier. I did, but I had discounted it. I had not been a teenager in decades. I had forgotten the lure of American junk food. Food specifically created to suck in children and teens.

The grocery companies are all in cahoots to lure young people into eating unhealthy food. Foods full of extra sugar, salt, and all sorts of shit that is bad for you. Red food dye, yellow food dye, and all the other additives. Additives like the two dozen nonbread things I saw in the hot dog and hamburger buns. I can’t even pronounce most of them.

I insisted we have an actual cookout outside.

Everly said we should have it next door at the country club. They have two giant pools there. We could cook outside and use charcoal. The smell of good food and pool fun will be a great icebreaker.

I immediately went to Buc-ee’s and grabbed three of the grills Everly was talking about. While there, I acquired a variety of items, including cooking tools, charcoal, and a starter. I obtained small wood chips and chunks to add a smoke taste.

I took it to the country club and dropped it off on the back patio, where they were out of the weather.

At home, I found all the girls in the pool, naked. They had gotten into the peach schnapps and ginger ale. They were not drunk, but they were all really happy to see me. They were naked, so I just stripped off and joined them. A bunch of drunk teenagers, I wasn’t passing that up.

I heard a gasp when I dropped my shorts. I looked towards the sound and saw a very tall brunette there. Very tall. As I waded in, Everly escorted her over to meet me. No, I didn’t misspell it. She had a laser focus on my big dangling dick meat.

The top of her head came up to my nose. Everly said, “This is Francesca Boschetti.”

She saw Francesca zone out in my arms, so Everly just swam away.

Francesca was holding me tight to her, trembling. She had her cheek pressed to mine as her long left leg began going up and down my right leg. She stopped that and pressed her vulva to me. I felt nothing but soft pussy lips.

‘???’

If anything, her description was underplayed. Francesca was model-perfect. Tall, willowy, with just enough breast flesh to know she is totally female. Her breasts have a small dime-size areola and little bumps for nipples.

We began kissing; she is quite an expert. She was bouncing slightly, rubbing her cunny on my thigh. It felt very warm. She was soon rubbing herself on my hardness.

I said, “Let’s dry off and go upstairs.”

“Um-hmm.”

As we went up the stairs, I could easily see her pussy from behind at every step. She is a gapper. She was hairless and stubble-free. I found out later she’d had it removed with Laser.

I watched the two pussy lips move together as she walked. I will never forget that scene for the rest of my life. It’s imprinted permanently now.

She plopped down on her back, and I joined her. I started kissing her, stroking her breasts, figuring out what she liked. She likes gentleness. Not surprisingly, most of the girls here preferred a gentle touch. Some big-titted women like their tits manhandled, but Francesca didn’t.

Before I befouled her pussy with lots of gooey dick cream, I wanted a close-up view of that splendid pussy. I slid down, keeping my hands on her breasts.

When I arrived, I brought my hands down. Francesca’s pussy was closed. I used my thumbs to pry her pussy lips apart. She has small, delicate inner lips, and they are in various shades of light pink. I was happy to see no traces of a cherry.

One odd thing I noticed was that her urethra moved slightly. I realized I had worked her up pretty good; her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and I could hear her breathing deeply. She wants my dick.

She gulped.

As I slowly licked Francesca’s inner lips, her hands held my head. Her hips bumped me gently.

She moved me to the spot she wanted me to lick. So, it’s not Francesca’s first oral sex. Her attitude indicated it might be her first oral with a man. As I licked her, she began quivering and shivering as I licked.

“Oooooooooo...”

I decided to stick my finger in her. I had just gotten past her pussy lips when her hand caught mine. She held me in place for a moment and whispered, “There.”

So, Francesca has an active G-spot. She is a very sexual being and knows what she likes. As I fingered her G-spot, she used her hand and little squeals and um-hms and uh-uhhs to train me how to service her. In minutes, she was thrashing all over, and I was only along for her ride.

“Ohmigodohmigod! Oh god, oh god, oh sheeeiiiittt ... UNGHHHHHhhhhhhhhh...”

For a full minute, I played her like a fine Les Paul guitar. She trembled and moaned for a full minute longer before she came to a stop. I slid up between her legs, and she maneuvered me and swabbed my glans up and down. OK, not a virgin.

As I entered her, I saw tears and heard sobbing. I paused, and she shook her head “no” and humped herself up at me. In two strokes, I was bumping lightly on Francesca’s cervix. Her eyes grew very wide as she groaned loudly.

“YESSS!”

I kept stroking myself in her slowly, my dick moving in and out, just tapping her cervix on every stroke.

“JESUS!”

“AGAIN ... Unh, unh, unh, OH FUCK ME!!!”

In the last three strokes, Francesca had tightened up. I felt her innards working their magic on me. My balls drew up, and I spasmed and let loose.

“AAHHHhhh...” I pumped her full. Her legs had trapped me right at her inner opening.

I had held myself back as long as I could. I wanted to remember that night.

I flipped us over. She kissed me lovingly. I never asked who she was crying for. She never volunteered. She had loved someone deeply, that I understood.

I stayed half-hard inside Francesca as we continued to love one another. She is one hot Italian bombshell, and she soon was rocking herself on me again. Her hips were moving against me. She spasmed for some time and groaned out in joy.

“OOHHhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa, YESSSsssssss, yes, yes yesssss...”

She ground her cunt hard into my pelvic bone.

In the last half minute, her pussy had tightened up. She was skinning my foreskin back and forth with every stroke. Francesca started to cum, and I realized I had another shot in the chamber.

She had frozen herself against me very firmly. I sighed as I shot a round straight into her womb. I saw she felt the heat deep inside her. Her face changed, and she got a happy look on her.

She said, “I stopped birth control. I’ve had one period; it ended eleven days ago. You may have just made me a mommy.”

She kissed me sweetly, and we just lay there, cheek-to-cheek, as we dozed a little. The lights were still on, and I noticed there were girls in the room. After resting, she joined me for a shower. I knew Francesca was important to me now. She and Hanna were my new top girls.

The next couple of days were mostly about the girls setting up for the pool party. I stayed busy at the farms. I used one of the tiny tillers to run up and down the garden, eliminating weeds. It’s a large garden plot, and this has to be done every 7 to 10 days.

One positive aspect is that we had enough green lettuce grown, which would be great for the party. None of the tomatoes were ripe enough yet. The ones in the cellar are too green. We should have brought them up to ripen.

I may consider creating a greenhouse or hothouse to ensure we have fresh salad fixings. Maybe someday.

Since we were holding the party at the country club, everything had to be moved there from elsewhere. For now, we left everything at the school except the potato salad.

All meats and other things were being sourced from Publix. The food and other items are two steps higher up the ladder than the food supplied by the school. I found out these girls knew how to shop for the best.

With a small army of girls and several vans, they had it done and even did a test run one evening for us.

The day of the pool party came, and Everly Moffett was obviously in charge. She has a big clipboard with lists; one of the lists was positions we needed to fill at the farms. Strangely enough, she managed to get enough volunteers. Several had volunteered to move out to the farms. Everly handled all of that.