Chapter 20

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The crowd stood and applauded this very talented seventeen-year-old, with his full baritone voice. The whole solo cast came out as I started “There’s No Business Like Show Business.”

I asked Stuart to be piped through, “Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls. That’s it for tonight. We have an evening of John Williams’ music coming up in September and a concert of the teachers of both schools in October. Coming in November is a co-production of both schools putting on a concert of LES MISÉRABLES. We will have three performances ... see you then.”

I finished the music with a flourish!

The applause kept coming with cheers for the young performers on stage. Izzy went over to her brother, who picked her up and put her on his shoulder. He was obviously very proud. So was I!

The house lights went on and the masses started to get their things and leave.

Brian came up out of his seat, with Miss Stapleton on his arm. He casually shrugged her off and started shaking my hand vigorously, “Michael, I have never seen such talented performers at such a young age. Is this your doing as well?”

“There is a lot of natural talent at our school, Brian. I just help bring it to the fore. How did you like my orchestra?”

“I felt like I was at a Broadway event, especially that young man on first trumpet. What’s his name?”

“Michael Bell, he’s one of three siblings here at Jackson Heights. I hope that you come back for LES MISÉRABLES ... that will be an even greater event.”

“I expect it will,” Brian said. “While I have got you here ... are you OK with your mother and I going out tonight?”

“Absolutely, she deserves a night out. She’s a really special lady,” I said.

“I always thought so myself, even back in high school. She’s the one who got away, as far as I am concerned,” he admitted.

“She should be out any minute, Brian. Treat her well, she truly deserves it.”

“I promise,” he said, slapping me on my back.

On the way home, Ally, Jennifer, and I found a place to eat. I sat between mother and daughter. They both looked tired.

“I am glad I get a break before LES MISÉRABLES,” Jennifer said. “These monthly events will be taking their toll on my voice.”

“I thought you sounded great tonight,” I said to her.

“Honey,” Ally said, “You were great. The dance portion of what you did was quite a step up from what you did that night we sang all the songs.”

“Thanks mom,” she said.

“Are you all right?” I said to Ally.

“Why wouldn’t I be, Michael?”

“Mom is out on a date, and you are stuck with us.”

“Yeah, that does bother me a little, but I don’t know why?”

“Are you in love with my mother?”

She went from slouching to sitting up, “Yeah, I think I am in love with Jan. I just didn’t want to be the first one to say it out loud.”

“Does she love you?” her daughter asked.

“I think so, but we have never had a real discussion about it.”

“I love you.” I said to her.

“Thank you, Michael, that’s so nice of you to say.”

Turning her face to mine, I said, “I mean that with all of my heart, Mrs. Robinson.”

We finished our meal then left for home.

We got back and locked up the house.

“What are you kids doing, going straight to bed?” Ally asked.

“Don’t know, you up for anything in particular?” I asked.

“I don’t especially want to go to bed yet, I am lonely.”

“I am sorry for that Ally, what can I do to help?”

Without restraint, she started a kiss on my lips. Automatically, I had my arms around her kissing her back. When it finally broke up, we both looked over at Jennifer.

“OK ... but I get to watch this time,” she said as we all went into Ally’s bedroom together.

I broke from her mother and gave my girl a great big kiss as well. She was already aroused. I pulled her up against me, so she could feel my hardness. After several minutes making out with my girlfriend, I glanced over and saw Alice under the covers. They both love me so much.

“Jenn...”

“Go ahead Michael, I know you love me,” she said.

I kicked off my shoes. Stripped down to my boxers and climbed in alongside my girlfriends’ beautiful mother. I glanced to the foot of the bed and saw Jennifer’s eyes glistening.

“Anything special you would like, Mrs. Guthrie?” I asked.

“Make love to me, please?” she asked.

Over a couple of hours, I was on top, and then she was. The sex was loud and wonderful. Jenn never got out of her chair, but she had a few orgasms watching me thrusting with all of my might and cumming inside her mother’s cunt several times.

Early on, Jenn insisted that I move the covers off so she could watch the two of us. When my butt was exposed pumping inside her mother, I heard a giggle from where she was sitting. Her mother was moaning at the time, and had my sole attention.

When I was finally finished, I rolled off of Alice to let her get up and get to the bathroom. Jenn took the opportunity to come over to where I was and started sucking her mother’s juices off me. After cleaning off my dick, she did the same to my balls. All of that got me hard again.

Alice came out, “Hey! That’s mine for the night, Honey!”

“You had him for two solid hours’ mother; I was just getting some of his leftovers,” Jenn said.

“Ally,” I said, “I am all fucked out. I need some time to rest, give me thirty minutes please?”

“Sure thing, Michael, we have all night ... at least until your mother calls or shows back up,” my future mom-in-law said.

Forty-five minutes later, she got on top and enjoyed riding me until I came inside her again. Man, Alice is a tigress. She needs a grown man in her life.

She finally released me to her daughter, as I took my clothes into my room, where we slept together cuddling close.

Sunday morning, my mother shook me awake, with Jenn’s head on my chest.

“Hey Mom, just get home?” I asked opening my eyes.

“Yes, I did honey. How are you?”

“As you can see, I have got my girl in my arms, right where I need her to be. We all stayed up late. Go to bed!”

“I already checked in with Alice this morning. It appears you got busy last night,” she said.

“She was lonely, and it was OK with Jennifer. She missed you badly. We can talk later, can’t we? I need more sleep.”

“My little boy is growing up so fast. See you later honey, go back to sleep.”

Five hours later, we got up, showered, and went to find something to eat. We saw our mothers up and eating breakfast. They were finishing off what they had cooked, so I went around and started some bacon, eggs and toast for my girl and me.

“It seems you have got him trained,” Ally said to her daughter.

“In many different ways,” Jenn answered with a giggle.

Ally stopped me and gave me a hug, “Thanks Michael, I needed to be loved last night.”

“Maybe I should hire him out for stud services?” Jenn said.

That made all of them laugh, and me nervous.

Quickly, I had food ready for the two of us, and we sat at the breakfast table. The ladies joined us but stayed silent letting us eat.

“Brian wanted me to go back to Connecticut with him for the weekend,” my mother said.

“Really, why didn’t you?” Ally asked her.

“Because my family comes first. I told him that and he understood. He will be back to listen to each of the remaining concerts. We had a great time together. However, I have been single now for a while and not really sure if I want to break up the gang.”

“Does he have a friend for Alice?” Jennifer asked.

“As a matter of fact, he does. He’s bringing him to the John Williams Concert in September,” she said.

“Sounds serious between you and him,” I said.

“It could be, but I said that things couldn’t go much further until you were both in college,” she admitted with a cute smile.

“He’s willing to wait for you, again?” Jennifer asked.

“He has to,” Janice answered. “Have you thought ahead to next year’s concerts at all Michael?”

“I have decided that there won’t be a January event. All the kids need a break, so in February I am thinking of starting the first in a series of concerts called, “That’s Entertainment.” It would be music from the golden era of the ‘‘20s, ‘30s and ‘40s.”

“Where are you looking for the music?” Alice asked.

“First, I am going to look at all Academy Award nominated songs in those decades and cherry-pick thirty of them. Will Brian still help us out getting music, even though you turned him down?”

“He was well satisfied, when I left him. I still know how to please a man,” she said with a slight blush.

“That’s my girl.” Alice said slapping her on her butt.

I picked up our dirty plates and put them in the dishwasher, took Jennifer by the hand and picked up the first of the scores Brian had left for me. Jennifer and I got some post-its, and marked the pieces of music we liked the best, quickly going through all eighteen scores and music. I found and downloaded each of the pieces we selected, and after listening; I pared the list to one piece of music from each score, with two exceptions.

This should be an audiophile’s wet dream!

We lazed about the house for the rest of the day, listening, and following along in the appropriate piece of music. I hope I don’t overwhelm Clara in the morning with this copying request. She has yet to say ‘No’ to me, but this is going to be more time-consuming than usual for her.

It was time for a spa, according to my girl. We went to our rooms and got on suits and grabbed towels. Luckily, the ladies weren’t in there, so we spread ourselves out a little, letting a jet beat into my left arm. It could only help. Inevitably, my girl started a delicious kiss, and we couldn’t stop.

“Michael, I love you so very much,” she said between smooches.

“It can’t be as much as I love you Jennifer. You become fifteen in October, making you eligible for a learner’s permit. I hope that you might get a car on your birthday. We won’t need to wait for the bus then, will we?”

“Nope, we can ride together and have some fun. Don’t hold your breath about me getting a car? What’s more likely will happen, is that I will drive my mom’s car.”

“Whatever, let’s make love?”

“Exactly what I was thinking lover,” she said. I got out first and helped her out. We dried off enough to walk inside the house.

There were sounds of loud lovemaking, and we saw our mothers on the sofa, with them both naked and performing cunnilingus on one another. We tiptoed to my room and closed my door.

We countered them with more traditional sex, and I burst like an orange under the mallet of Gallagher inside my future wife. After that, she had her usual meal of my dick with our juices co-mingled on it.

We all met up again for dinner, which Mom and Ally prepared for the four of us. It was T-bone steaks and homemade oven fries. The vegetable was broccoli, not my favorite, but I love all foods. We were all very hungry!

We got to school early, due to me needing to talk to Clara about all the copies I desired. After I explained my post-it system and asked for one hundred sets, she said, “Michael, this may take me a couple of days. Is that all right with you?”

“Certainly, is there anything I can get you before I leave you to this?”

“No, we have plenty of the 11x17 paper. I just need the time to do this to your usual expectations.”

“No problem, is the principal in?”

“He is meeting with someone, wait for a moment if you would like.”

“It can wait until later,” I said.

I took a walk to the in-progress auditorium. I took a hardhat off the table and walked in.

“Michael,” the GC Ken Bell, called me over.

“Hello sir, how are things going?” I inquired.

“Very well! As you can see, we are closing in on things. Off-stage right and left, we are installing the rope and pulley riggings for the curtains and light systems. We will have a system equal to any theatrical stage in any school in Indiana,” he bragged.

“You sound like a father talking about one of your kids,” I said.

“It is one of them, just don’t tell Mike.”

“No Sir, I won’t. I will leave you to it. It does look amazing.”

“No problem, Michael,” he said slapping me on the back.

After getting the OK from Clara, I walked into Principal McGowan’s office and sat.

“Hello Michael, Clara said you wanted to see me. What can I do for you?”

“This isn’t exactly music-related, but I noticed we had a few Asians and Hispanics here, but not any Blacks. The only persons of color I have encountered were a few bus drivers and a couple of dozen students at Lincoln High School. If not here, where are their younger brothers and sisters going to elementary school?”

“Probably Franklin or Riley Elementary Schools,” was his answer.

“Why isn’t Jackson Heights getting any of them here?” I pondered.

“We are a private school, with expenses. I would imagine we might be out of the price range of many of them. We aren’t turning away black applicants, if that’s what you are implying, Mister Thomas.”

“I am sorry Sir ... I wasn’t trying to be impertinent. I was just making an observation,” I said.

“Maybe we can look at the possibility of subsidizing those who honestly want to come here in some way. I will bring it up at the next board meeting ... is there anything else?”

“No Sir, there is not. Thank you for your time.”

The seed had been planted.

I went from there to see Jen at Lincoln ... the teacher, not the girlfriend.

“Hello, Michael?” she asked sniffling.

“What’s happened, Jennifer?”

“I lost my baby last night,” she said breaking into big tears.

“I am so sorry for you. You wanted one so badly. What did your fiancé have to say about it?”

“He left me, saying it was my fault it happened,” she said, crying more intently. “He’s taken his daughter out of school, and they left the city already.”

I pulled her to her feet and embraced her tightly. “He’s an asshole for doing that to you. I would never have let you go if it had been mine.”

“That’s so sweet of you Michael. A coworker took me to Good Samaritan, and they took care of me. I wasn’t going to come in to work today at first, but I am going to be getting a huge bill because of what happened.”

“Somehow you look even more beautiful today — that’s a delightful dress you have on, is it new?” I said to cheer her up a little.

“As a matter of fact, it is. Thank you! You are looking rather scrumptious yourself today,” she said with her eyes beginning to light up a little.

“There it is?” I said.

“What?” she responded looking around us.

“The look, the smile that first drew me to you,” I said.

“I thought these drew you to me,” she said putting her hands on her breasts.

With laser focus, I kept my eyes on hers and said, “If you had been my wife, and you could have been, I would make sure of two important things, first, I would never go to bed with you if we were mad for any reason. If it took all night, we would discuss the problem until we both were content.”

“What’s the other thing?” she said getting a fiery look in her eyes.

“I would make sure that you were sexually satisfied every night you wanted to be.”

I think I wanted to move in and kiss her, but that might backfire, as upset as she is at the poor excuse of a sperm donor who mistreated her. Instead, I had good news.

“I have new lyrics for you and Cece to sing at your concert. I took the liberty to adjust them for two hot ladies to sing,” I said fishing the document from my pack.

Glancing it over, she said, “Marvelous Michael ... you captured our angst, exactly. When do we start rehearsing?”

“In a couple of weeks. I have my ‘Evening of John Williams’ with just the orchestra next on the horizon. What are you doing for lunch today?”

“Are you asking me out on a lunch date?” she said with a smirk.

“I only meant if I could escort you to the Teachers’ Lounge. A date sounds more extravagant, but you can call it that if you’d like.”

“My favorite student asking me on a lunch date. I understand completely. Meet me outside the Lounge at eleven-fifteen.”

“Until then, Jen. I await your presence.”

Satisfied, I went back to the orchestra at Jackson Heights. I explained that we wouldn’t have the new music until Wednesday. So, we did some LES MISÉRABLES music together.

We worked on second act music, and things were still sounding great. Lupe and her flute section had been practicing on the QT and were sounding better than ever.

After class was over, I dropped off the lyrics to Cece, then took my stuff to my shared space with Paul and headed over to my ‘date’ with Miss Stapleton. That did sound more interesting than simply meeting for lunch.

She was ready, so I offered my arm to her, and we walked into the lounge together. There was a table with a reserved sign on it, and I helped her before I sat myself down. My presence was hardly noticeable except for the few teachers I knew by name.

We had the choice of Lasagna and Oven bread or Spaghetti with Sour Dough Toast. I picked the Lasagna, and she got the Spaghetti.

We had eaten for a few minutes before she asked, “So, you are not mad at me for kidnapping you anymore?”

“No, I was never mad, but I was worried that you might be some crazy woman, until Cece came into the picture. Then, I was just confused.”

“She showed me the video she recorded and threatened me against doing anything like it with anyone else, or it would be given to Principal Summers,” my provocative lunch companion asserted. “I just wanted to have some fun, and I thought you were great.”

“Thank you for that. You were remarkable yourself. I told my extended family everything, and we decided not to do anything about it either.”

“How did your girlfriend react?” she asked me.

“As you might expect, and she was very upset at me as much as she was with you,” I answered.

“But, she has forgiven you, hasn’t she?”

“Yes, but she is very jealous of any girl I even talk to. Much less ... what we did.”

She moved to put her hand in mine, but I pulled away.

“Sorry, Michael,” she said.

We finished our lunch, and we stared at each other for a while, and then I got up and offered my arm to her, and we walked out together.

I separated myself from her as students were traveling to class. “Goodbye Jen, see you at rehearsal.”

Joan, Jennifer, and Shirley Wicks were walking to their next classes. Jenn pulled forward and gave me a wonderful kiss. “What are you doing here?”

“I had lunch with Miss Stapleton, today,” I admitted.

“Oh, really,” she said.

“Don’t worry, nothing happened. We had lunch in the Teachers’ Lounge. I had been there a few times before.”

The other girls moved on wherever they were heading, leaving us talking in the walkway. I decided not to relay the news about what happened. It sounded like Miss Stapleton was working her way through the personal angst of losing a baby.

“So, you are still friends?”

“Why shouldn’t we be? She is a teacher and a singer. I brought her the lyrics to her and Cece’s song. We talked about that and other things. Don’t be late to class, Jenn.”

We kissed one last time, and then she waved goodbye and jogged off to wherever her next class was.

We got home from school, and I gave mom the list of music for the Teacher’s Concert. I figured it would give her a chance to talk with Brian on the phone for a while. She smiled and said, “Thank you, Honey.”

He has an equally upper management friend over at BMI/ASCAP, who controls the rights to most of the printed sheet music in the world. Brian sure is a great person to know. He is keeping our costs way down by having the hots for my mom!

That evening, at dinner, I brought up who I had lunch with, hopefully taking the wind out of my girlfriend’s argument. Both Jan and Ally took her side that I shouldn’t stay that close to a teacher, especially her!

“I am good friends with Paul and Cece, so why not Jen Stapleton?” I questioned back to them.

“She’s a lot more aggressive than Cece,” my mother explained.

“I agree, but if we stay within her circle of friends, the teachers, she won’t likely be as aggressive,” I said.

“Do you plan on having lunch with her again?” my Jennifer wondered.

“Possibly, she is a nice person underneath that hot body.”

That deserved the hits on the back of the head I got from my mother and my girl. Ally was too far away.

We finished dinner in relative silence, although, I did get a couple of cold stares from each of them. I left them to listen to the music I downloaded to match up with the Teacher’s concert.

I was lying on my bed listening when there was a knock on my door. I ignored it and turned up the music. Jennifer walked in and plopped down alongside me. She was respectfully quiet for a while when she leaned towards me and said, “I am not mad at you for thinking she’s pretty. She is. I just get so crazy when you say it out loud like that.”

Pausing my music, I said, “I am just a boy, Jennifer. Bright lights and big breasts get my attention, but you have me all the time. I will never love anyone as much as I love you. I know that you know that. Are we good?”

“Yeah ... we’re good. Let me hear the music, please?”

I pulled the ear buds out and restarted the music from the beginning.

“Will Michael Thomas, please report to Administration?”

That was Clara, making it sound more like a request than when Principal McGowan says it.

Hopeful, I made a beeline to the office.

“Michael, the job is done. I have had your original scores taken to your office space, along with one hundred copies, in sequence, of the music you requested.”

“Thank you so very much, Clara, you are indeed the heart and soul of this school,” I gushed.

“Oh, Michael. You know how I don’t like or deserve that kind of praise, but thank you.”

“I want to second what Michael just said,” Principal McGowan said coming out of his office. “Despite my occasional blustering, she has been my go-to gal for over fifteen years now.”

“Both of you, stop it. I have work to do, and you both have many things to keep you busy. Shoo ... the two of you.”

My phone buzzed, and I answered, “Hey mom, what’s going on?”

“I called Brian and gave him your list of music. He really enjoyed hearing those old titles again. He said he’d be there when the show goes on. He’s bringing a few friends to your orchestral concert, but he wouldn’t let me know who.”

“Sounds great. Thanks for calling and letting me know. Love you, mom.”

“I know Michael, goodbye, honey.”

I made a handwritten sign I put up in Jackson Heights telling everyone in LES MISÉRABLES to show up Friday after school at the Lincoln auditorium ready for an Act One stumblethrough.

We had been working on things out of sequence, so this would be our first effort to connect the pieces. I am hoping it’s as good as ANNIE’S.

I made a similar note putting it up at Lincoln with Clarice’s OK. I stopped in to say ‘Hi’ to Principal Summers. He asked me to sit down for a moment.