Chapter 21

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Fantine was in bed with me. Wow ... did she look great with her shoulder length dark-brown hair! She was wrapped around me asleep with her head on my chest. I put my hands in her hair feeling how soft it felt. Her eyes opened, and she looked up at me. “I love you,” she said to me.

Smelling chili, we got up, dressed, kissed for a few moments, and then walked into the kitchen. Both ladies were busy making cucumber salad to go with the it. I watched as they added sliced red onions, a whole tomato halved and sliced, with a large dollop of mayonnaise.

Ally added some white vinegar, salt, and pepper. She mixed it a little and handed it to me to put on the dining table. Mom followed with a huge pot of chili, putting it on the table as well.

I couldn’t clearly remember everything that was in it, except for cut up pre-cooked bacon, beef, kidney beans and two Serrano peppers. After we all had sat down, I got up and served each of the ladies a heaping helping of the main dish finishing with my mother. I sat down to my first bite of this in over two years.

It slipped past my lips and was as I remembered it. Excellent flavor and hot as hell to my palate. I savored it, for as long as I could before I gulped down some cold milk. The ladies were all enjoying it as well, licking their lips after each bite.

I got some salad on my plate and took a bite of it. Mmmmmmmmm, good! We went on, without much conversation and enjoyed this aromatic meal. I put more on my plate and rejoiced in the flavors.

“This might be your best batch ever, Mom,” I said between bites.

“Thank you, honey, I had to find the recipe to make sure I had everything it needed, and we did.”

“It’s as good as the last time,” I said. “My hot mama makes some hot chili.”

“You are not so bad yourself, Michael,” she said to me.

“Do you two want to be alone?” Ally asked with a grin.

I blushed and quipped, “I did save the best for last, didn’t I?”

I got a slap on the shoulder from Jennifer, but they all broke out in giggles. “But, I still love my Jennifer more than life itself.”

“You better,” was her response.

“Change of subject. I am thinking of having a concert of just James Bond themes. If you could have your pick what would it be?”

“I’d have to listen to them all first, but ‘Nobody Does It Better’ comes to mind,” she said.

“My favorite has always been ‘Diamonds Are Forever’ Mom said.

“Which of them do you like, Ally?”

“Any of the ones Shirley Bassey sang, but if I had to choose, it would be ‘Goldfinger.’ Is there enough of them for an evening of music?”

“Including the two instrumental pieces, there are twenty-five pieces of music all told,” I said.

“That would be a wonderful theme for the night. You could wear a tuxedo if you wanted?” Ally remarked.

“Yeah, Michael -- get your entire orchestra to dress nicely. Girls in skirts or dresses, boys in coat and ties,” Jennifer sounded off.

“Speaking of tuxes, how far in advance do we need to have me fitted for one in time for LES MISÉRABLES, mom?”

“Only about a month honey, don’t worry, I have got your back on that,” my alluring mother said to me. I am going to have problems keeping my joy of being with her off my face when school begins again.

We all cleaned up after the meal putting the leftovers in the refrigerator. I turned my phone all the way up and played the Bond music for them. They all enjoyed that, occasionally singing along. I had Jenn on one side and mom on the other with Ally cuddling against mom’s other side.

With a busy week ahead of me, I got up and pulled Jennifer alongside me, and we said our good nights to our mothers.

In orchestra the next week, we alternatively practiced LES MISÉRABLES and Williams’ music. I did the same with the Lincoln High orchestra. In the choir classes, we worked the group numbers in both instances. On Thursday, after school, we rehearsed the combined orchestra starting the fine-tuning necessary for the Williams concert and on Friday, it was a stumble through of Act Two of LES MISÉRABLES.

I had been looking forward to Saturday. I didn’t tell Miss Stapleton we were coming. I wanted to surprise her.

Brian showed up, and we all dressed casually as we took the hour drive south, turned west on Lincoln Avenue, and there it was. With Jennifer on my arm and our moms behind us, we entered to hear “Welcome to Hooters,” from all around.

A redheaded fox walked up to us and asked, “Where would you like to sit?” It wasn’t terribly busy, but I said, “Is Jennifer here?”

“You must be Michael, follow me,” she said as I felt my Jennifer’s arm gripping me very tight.

We got to the table, and I helped my girl to her chair. I was getting glares from the three of them.

“Yes, I knew she worked here. She told me she was only a part-time teacher, and I promised we would come to visit,” I said.

“Hello everyone,” Jen walked up with unbounded energy and her big-time Double–Ds jiggling in the process. “Michael, thank you for bringing everyone with you. I take it you have never been to a Hooters before, ladies?”

Trying my very best to make eye contact, I answered, “You look ... fabulous Jennifer. Today is Brian’s birthday ... we are celebrating tonight.”

“Here are the menus, take a looksee and I will be right back with water for you guys,” she said.

Sitting next to Mom, Brian said, “Thanks for the surprise, Michael. I promise to return the favor.”

I must have lingered watching Ms. Stapleton’s butt in those orange shorts as she walked away because Jennifer took my hand and placed it on her thigh, very high up on her leg. I smiled at her, and we lightly kissed as our waitress came back with our water.

“See anything you like on the menu?” Jen said with a giggle.

Mom ordered a Shrimp and Spinach salad, with an appetizer of Cheese sticks. Ally ordered some Naked Wings with an appetizer of Fried Pickles. My girl ordered a Baja Burger, as did Birthday-Boy Brian, leaving me to order, with a straight face, a Double D Burger.

“Why did I know you would order that, Michael?” she said to me.

“You know me better than I know myself, Jen. Didn’t you tell me that you and Cece worked here together for a while?”

“Not at this location, but we did. Let me put your order in and refill your water glasses?”

I felt my girl’s hand on my hardening dick. She looked over at me and gave me a smirk. After a few minutes, Jen and another girl brought us our food and drinks. When she served me, she bent over and showed a lot of cleavage. We smiled at each other for a moment, and then my girl pulled me toward her, and we kissed.

“Call me if you need anything guys,” she said walking away, putting an extra swish in her walk.

Everything on the table looked so good as we all dug into the food before us. Brian, between Mom and Ally, was enjoying, himself, occasionally feeding each of them.

“I could have worked at one of these places when I was younger,” Ally commented.

“I wish I knew you back then,” I said. “I bet you would get a lot of money in tips. Jen told me that ‘Big Tits mean Big Tips’ around here.”

“Thank you, Michael,” she said to me smiling. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Absolutely Ally! This food is great.”

Jen came back to ask if we needed anything. I asked for more soda, which she had in her hands. She poured me full again and asked, “Do you have room for dessert?”

“Yeah,” I said, “I’d like a piece of that Chocolate Mousse cake ... with two forks please?”

“How about the rest of you?” she asked, turning to the adults.

“Jan and I will share a piece of the Caramel Fudge Cheesecake please?” Ally said to our statuesque waitress.

“Nothing for me,” Brian added, “I will just watch them.”

She wrote it all down and said, “Back in a minute.”

“She certainly is very nice,” my mother said. “I can see why you like her, Michael.”

Coming back to the table, with a lit candle on a small serving of the Chocolate Mousse cake for Brian, Jen stopped, pulled out a pitch pipe, and she and five other waitresses (Jen, Alma, Emmy, Lisa, Romy, and Nikki) all sang...

Happy Birthday to You

Happy Birthday to You,

Happy Birthday dear Brian...

Happy Birthday to You

It was beautiful ... they were beautiful and in perfect harmony with each other. Brian blew out the candle on his free desert, and each of the waitresses came over giving him a kiss on the cheek. We thanked them all, and we ate the cake, which was delicious.

On our way out of the restaurant, Jen came up to us and said, “Thank you for coming. Michael knows my hours, so anytime.”

I handed her a nice tip as we hugged one another goodbye.

On the trip home, Jennifer and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Our moms were chatting rapidly, with Brian in-between them as we were touching each other and kissing quite intimately.

As we turned into our residential neighborhood, Janice let us all out and said, “I am taking Brian back to his hotel, and give him my birthday present. Don’t wait up!”

We all knowingly chuckled at that.

After locking up, we all went upstairs. I gave Ally a big kiss and said, “Goodnight, Beautiful!”

“Goodnight, you two,” she said sounding a little sad.

I stripped quickly and lay across the bed, waiting for her to come out. I had been more or less erect since Miss Stapleton greeted us at Hooters. It had lessened a bit, so I was half hard when my now brunette walked out in the outfit she had shown us all earlier, and I turned to steel.

“Oooh, is that all for me?” she said in a baby girl voice.

Let me draw you a picture ... the bottoms were a super-small black bikini and covering her from her neck to her knees was a sheer black material. It covered everything -- and nothing at the same time. She had nothing on her feet, but all in all, she was as beautiful as I had ever seen her.

She crawled up on the bed and got astride me. Then, she leaned forward, and we began to kiss. She smelled fabulous, and our tongues began a feverish battle. I couldn’t get under the fabric she had on, so she carefully removed it exposing her now 34C breasts. We had kissed for a very long time before it progressed to mutual touching and licking.

I licked her nipples, and she enjoyed that very much. When I was done, she returned the licking making me even harder. She crawled off long enough to remove the panties to show her recently shaved pubic region. She crawled back aboard but moved her pussy to above my mouth. I didn’t wait for permission, and I began to lick her all over while holding her up with my hands on her butt cheeks. I pulled her even closer as I began to probe deeply with my tongue.

She was breathing haltingly as I couldn’t stop what I was doing, trying to get deeper and deeper inside of her only using my tongue. With her hands on the wall behind my bed holding her up, she orgasmed, giving me even more of her tastiness.

She asked me to let go, and she moved back over my groin and dropped down on me ... all at once.

“Aaaauuuuugggghhhh,” I said feeling her grinding on me. All I could do was look at her and notice how even more beautiful she has gotten since I first met her. She dropped her breasts to my mouth, and I eagerly started sucking on one then the other. The whole while she was fucking me with little strokes of up and down, with her juices making our connection slick and fabulous.

“Cum in me, please Michael, cum in me. Pretend that I am Jen Stapleton. Fuck me like you fucked her. It’s OK, please?”

I rolled her on her back, and raised her legs up by her ears and changed into a fast rhythm not planning to stop plunging deep inside until long after I have cum.

Every one of my strokes caused her to grunt louder and louder. Then, my personal Vesuvius exploded, and I began filling her up. I saw her eyes rolling back, and she went limp, but I kept going although I slowed down a little. Her body was shaking underneath me, her breasts jiggling in response to my thrusting.

She looked so peaceful. I got off of her and went into the bathroom for some personal hygiene. She was coming to as I got back on the bed alongside her.

“Hey,” she said breathlessly.

“Hey to you too,” I replied.

“How long was I out?”

“Only ten minutes or so,” I answered.

“I don’t think I can walk for a while, but that is what you were trying to do, wasn’t it?”

“I love you, Jennifer Guthrie. Stay and sleep with me, please?”

“Of course, I will, that’s what lovers do,” she reasoned.

I had wondered what Mom had in store for Brian’s birthday.

Sunday morning arrived, and I awoke spooning behind her.

“Mornin’ big boy,” my girl said. “You know I still can hardly move my legs?”

“You wanted to be fucked hard, so I did my duty,” I said.

“I know, and I love you so much because of that. I will be up in a while. Go ahead and get some breakfast. I smell coffee and bacon.”

“I feel like I would be bailing out on you if I left you right now,” I admitted.

“That’s so sweet Michael. Did you imagine I was Miss Stapleton during our wild and glorious fuck last night?”

“Do you want my honest answer?”

“Please?”

“For a while last night when I was on top of you, I imagined you were as busty as she is. I realized that while extra-large breasts are nice, your breasts are perfect. I love you, and only you, and I hope that you love me as much,” I said to her.

“I do, now go to breakfast. I will be up eventually. loverboy.”

I pulled on a shirt and some boxers and went to breakfast asking for a cup of coffee. Although it surprised the ladies, mom got a cup out and poured me some saying, “Careful ... it’s hot.”

“Yes, you both are,” I said putting it to my lips carefully. “What time did you get in, Mom?”

“About an hour ago,” she said, wearing a precocious smile.

“Where is my daughter?” Ally asked looking behind me.

“Unable to walk this morning,” I said with a modicum of pride in my voice. “She forced me out of bed to give me strength to come back and shake the sheets even more.”

With a smirk from mom, she made me a plate of bacon, scrambled eggs, and sourdough toast. I scarfed it down and asked for more, which I got. After I had finished it, I took my plate to the sink, and then gave each of them a kiss and a slap on their rear ends.

Ally returned the slap, lingering for a moment, but mom slapped her away. I thanked them for breakfast and walked in to see Jennifer stretching her legs out in preparation in getting off the bed.

“Need my help?” I asked.

“You caused this ... I would appreciate it.”

I grabbed her by a leg, and I gave her a light massage from her hip to her toes. After I had done it to her other leg, she felt mobile enough to get on her feet, and I helped her to the bathroom. I started the shower, and we had a fun time while we intimately cleaned each other, internally and externally.

After that, I went into the kitchen and fixed my love some breakfast. I have been getting better and better at fixing food, especially breakfast. I made enough to sit down with her, eat and just look at each other.

Breaking our reverie, our moms came in with groceries. I got up to help but was told to sit down. I love it when I am told to do something from a beautiful woman. I believe that makes me a submissive. I may keep that to myself for a while.

We all lounged about for the rest of the day. I suggested we watch THE SOUND OF MUSIC together. They all enjoyed it, and we all sang with most of the music as it came along.

After the 2 hour, 54-minute-long movie, we heated up the last of the chili also making a big batch of Tuna Salad to go with it. I was allowed to help, finding out what dill weed was along the way. According to Jan, it’s the reason dill pickles have their name.

I sat down as the ladies served us our leftover Chili, and it still tasted as it had the first night we had it. I had a double batch of it, and when the ladies had their fill, I polished it off all by myself.

I was ready for the upcoming week of school when I woke up with my girl cuddling up beside me. Her birthday is coming up, and I need to find the perfect present for her. I tapped her on the shoulder, and we got up to start our day. We came out to the sounds of bacon sizzling on the skillet, and a nice stack of pancakes ready to eat.

After another great breakfast, I took my new baton, planning to give Jeremy my existing one. We kissed our mothers’ goodbye and went out to catch the bus.

With our morning kiss, we separated, and I headed to my shared space with Paul. I quickly generated a document that told everyone of our LES MISÉRABLES rehearsal on Thursday and our Williams Concert rehearsal on Friday. I also requested, per my mother, that the leads and understudies come over on Saturday for ‘Vocal Enhancement’ lessons from Janice Forrester. I posted both documents up at both schools.

As expected, I had many of them ask me what that meant, but I deferred the answers to be resolved on Saturday. My mother was giving them all vocal help unbeknownst to the twenty-four-people involved. I also found and invited piano player extraordinaire Nancy Starr to join us.

I visited Jackson Heights’ orchestra with a plan to practice some second act music from LES MISÉRABLES. I told them I would stop anytime I heard an improperly played note, reiterating that this music demands a lot, but I knew they could do it.

We started with “At The Barricade” aka “Upon These Stones,” as I got out my new baton. Paul and the rest of them went “Oooh” at the golden glimmer of it. I acknowledged it as a present from my girlfriend and went on with the musical number.

Everyone was quite crisp and clean with his or her instruments. There were no missteps, missed notes, or bleeding arpeggios. These guys are upping their quality at just the right time. I gave them a round of applause for doing that, and then we moved on through the rest of the second act until the bell rang.

I left to do the same with the Lincoln High kids. They were getting better, but from a biased perspective, the Jackson kids were much better at this point.

After they were done, they left, but Miss Stapleton asked me to stay behind for a moment.

“Michael, it was nice to see you and your family again. I hope it wasn’t too awkward for them. They appeared surprised to see me there. Hadn’t you told them I worked there in advance?”

“When they asked Brian where he wanted to go on his birthday, I simply recommended, ‘Hooters,’ explaining I had always wanted to go to one. I just held back a key bit of information. Your harmonized ‘Happy Birthday’ was very impressive to Brian, as were all of your co-workers.”

“I told most of them about you, as well. Not anything salacious, just that you were a bright young man I had met at school,” she said with a smile.

“What are you doing for lunch today, Jen?”

“You certainly like to live dangerously, don’t you, Mr. Thomas?”

“I can’t help it ... I seem to have an eye for beautiful women, and that includes older women,” I flirted. “Even my girl is older than I am!”

“I am not that old, am I?”

“Twice my age, but still quite beautiful,” I answered.

“Oh Michael,” she said slapping at me. “Stop it.”

“I thought beautiful girls liked to be told how stunning they were,” I said.

“Thank you, Michael, meet me at the usual place and time for lunch?”

I got up, took her hand, kissed it saying, “Until then.”

We met up later. I offered her my arm, and we went to the Teacher’s dining area. As we walked by Charlie, he gave me a high five and a wink.

Walking in after us was Principal Summers with Clarice on his arm. I waved him to join us, generating a smile on Jennifer’s face. “No touching please,” I muttered under my breath standing up as they sat with us.

He took a look at us and said, “Michael, I see we both have an eye for pretty ladies.”

“Yes sir, we do. If I had to pick one over the other -- I couldn’t, for fear of retaliation from the other.”

That got both ladies giggling like schoolgirls, as we all sat down.

“How is the next concert shaking up, Michael?” he asked.

“Very nice. They all love playing without the distraction of singers and choirs. I would suggest something like that every year, if possible,” I said.

We were handed our meal choices, selected them and went on.

Clarice spoke, “I am amazed at how well you command respect the way you do when you are conducting either the choir or the orchestra. Where do you get that self-assurance from, Michael?”

“Most of it is innate, along with my mother’s positive methods of raising me after my father died. I was five when that had happened; now I am fourteen. Being around a lot of adults has helped me as well, especially the pretty ladies.”

“You seem to exude confidence these days,” Jen said. “Like you were seventeen or eighteen-years-old.”

“I don’t know how to reply to that other than I have a pretty girlfriend and I am quite certain we are going to end up getting married after college,” I said confidently.

“That’s Jennifer Guthrie, correct?” Clarice asked.

“Yes, it is.”

“How soon before we start rehearsals for the Teacher’s Concert, Michael?” Principal Summers asked.

“The first Friday after I get the scores, which I expect sometime later this week. Have you and Principal McGowan been practicing?”

“A little, but we’re anxiously waiting to rehearse with you and the orchestra,” he answered.

“What are you doing?” Clarice asked her lunch date.

“‘Hakuna Matata,’ from the LION KING,” was his grinning response.

“Is it OK if you and Harold, Principal McGowan, performed last?” I asked.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to follow us, if that’s what you are asking?” he said with a chuckle.

Our food came, and things quieted down as we ate together. I got the occasional look from Jen and Clarice while Principal Summers wolfed down his food.

Our plates were taken, and we excused ourselves from them and walked out together.

“Are they a couple?” I asked my lunch date.