Chapter 23

My favorite freckled female carrot-top was coming up next, “Miss Clarice Hornicek, it is your turn.”

She got up and fixed her hair for a moment, and then went up on center-stage. She was a complete unknown quantity to me. I had no idea how well she could sing, but we all were about to find out.

“Number seven, please,” I said to my pianist who began it...

CLARICE HORNICEK
Maybe I didn’t treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn’t love you
Quite as often as I could have
If I made you feel second best
I am sorry I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

(She sings with a very nice contralto voice, it was remarkable, at least to me)
Maybe I didn’t hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
I guess I never told you
I am so happy that you are mine
Little things
I should have said and done
I just never took the time
But you were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me,
tell me that
your sweet love
hasn’t died
Give me, give me
one more chance
To keep you satisfied
keep you satisfied

(A musical break)

Little things I should
have said and done
I just never took the time
But you were
always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Wow ... this all leading up to a finale that may or may not work as expected.

She made her way back down to audience level getting hugs from Jen and Cece who were hugging everyone who came off stage.

I covered my microphone and said, “I suggest you let your hair completely down and show everyone how pretty you are.”

Her response was to throw me a kiss that I snatched from the air.

The next number would be from my favorite person from either school. Paul helped her to the stairs and she came to center stage.

“Clara, do you want accompaniment for the opening verse?”

“Michael, may I do it without and see how well we all blend in?”

“Certainly, whenever you are ready, my dear Ms. Jepson.”

A soft blue spot appeared on her as she began in front of a microphone on a stand...

CLARA MAE JEPSON
This day and age we’re living in
Gives cause for apprehension
With speed and new invention
And things like third dimension
Yet we get a trifle weary
With Mr. Einstein’s theory
So we must get down
to earth at times

Relax ... relieve the tension
And no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be proved
The simple facts of life are such
They cannot be removed

(I brought in the orchestra giving her a chance to catch her breath.)

You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
the fundamental things apply
As time goes by

(OMG, she can sing!)

(The crowd gave her an appreciative applause as the melody we all know went on)

And when two lovers woo
They still say ‘I love you’
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by
Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate

Woman needs man,
and man must have his mate
But no one can deny

(I doubt anyone knew she could sing like this.)

It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by

Moonlight or love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate

Woman needs man,
and man must have his mate
But no one can deny

(Key change – here she goes!)

It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always
welcome lovers
As time goes by...

Before she was done, Principal McGowan was up on his feet leading the applause, the best so far. Clara had talked a lot about seeing musical after musical, but never shared that she could sing like Ella Fitzgerald, the only other version of this I had heard before, sung by a woman, not counting Ally.

Harold wrapped her in his arms telling how good she was. Everyone agreed.

“Eileen ... you are up.”

She got up and said, “I wouldn’t mind a chorus of young ladies behind me Michael, if you can arrange it?”

“I have many chorus members who would love to be your backup singers,” I said in return. I told my orchestra about the beat count, and they were ready. Percussion began this. ‘Strings’ joined in guitar...

(I knew that Annette Funicello sang it)

MRS. EILEEN FISHER
I was at a dance
When he caught my eye
Standin’ all alone
Lookin’ sad and shy
We began to dance
Swayin’ to and fro
And soon I knew
I’d never let him go

Blame it on the Bossa nova
With its magic spell
Blame it on the Bossa nova
That he did so well

Oh it all began
with just one little dance
But soon it ended up
a big romance
Blame it on the Bossa nova
The dance of love

(She was moving in place, but it looked just fine to me)

Now was it the moon
No no the bossa nova
Or the stars above
No no the Bossa nova
Now was it the tune
Yea yea the Bossa nova
The dance of love

(My first piccoloist had two measures all alone)

Now I am glad to say
I am his bride to be
And we’re gonna raise a family
And when our kids ask
How it came about
I gonna say to them
without a doubt

Blame it on the Bossa nova
With its magic spell
Blame it on the Bossa nova
That he did so well

Oh it all began with
just one little dance
But soon it ended up
a big romance
Blame it on the Bossa nova
The dance of love

Now was it the moon
No no the Bossa nova
Or the stars above
No no the Bossa nova
Now was it the tune
Yea yea the Bossa nova
The dance of love

She had included a cute hitch dance step she added a few times.

When she came down, her twins, who both attended Citrus Heights, ran to her giving her a big hug. Then, she got some high-fives from her fellow teachers.

Next up was the final song of the first act, sung by Stuart Barry. He got up on stage clearing his throat for a moment, to sing the seminal piece of music from OLIVER (1968). An opera singer sang it in the movie.

“Are you ready, Sir?”

“Yes,” he answered.

I raised my baton, cuing the violins...

STUART BARRY
One boy,
Boy for sale.
He’s going cheap.
Only seven guineas.
That -- or thereabouts

(Another fabulous tenor, with fantastic warmth in his voice!)

Small boy...
Rather pale...
From lack of sleep.
Feed him gruel dinners.
Stop him getting stout

If I should say
he wasn’t very greedy...
I could not,
I’d be telling
you a tale

One boy,
Boy for sale.
Come take a peep.
Have you ever
seen as ... Nice
A boy for sale

The music went on until he finished, getting applause from everyone. He had a fabulous voice.

“Twenty-minute break everyone,” I said. “Those who have sung already may go home. There is no need to strain your voices today. Stay if you would like, but it’s alright with me to leave.”

After taking off the headset, I went to sit down between mom and my girlfriend

“Isn’t this amazing, Michael?” Jan said. “Did you know how good these teachers were?”

“I had only ever heard, Paul, Cece, and Jen sing before. What about Clara? Wasn’t that surprising?”

I drained the bottle of water I had, Jenn pulled another from her purse. That deserved a kiss.

“How’s your arm?” Ally asked.

“Just fine. No soreness of any kind. How did you like my lyrics to ‘Anything?’”

“They were just raucous enough to be funny, I especially liked the ‘Red wine or white’ lyric,” Alice said.

“I thought the snort at the end was hilarious,” Jenn said.

After the break was over, we all went through the rest of the musical numbers. Miss Janeway’s aria “La Boehme Quando M’en vo” was magnificent and the two principals’ delightful performance of “Hakuna Matata” from the LION KING, brought down the house. Perfect for the last number of the evening.

I sent everyone home, spoke to Stu for a while, and then my three ladies and I went home.

I suggested a group spa before lunch and they all agreed. We all met there and stripped naked for a nice comfortable relaxing moment. This time we were all enjoying this without it getting sexual at all. I caught the occasional glance from each of them, but no one seemed too wanton. Jenn moaned a little. I realized she was playing with herself underwater. She even bit her lip a little.

I glanced and saw the same looks on the other ladies, as they all must have been masturbating. That recognition got me hard and I went over in between Mom and Ally. I reached underwater and entered a finger into each of them. It was an erotic moment as I felt their fingers leave. I took over and simultaneously started plunging multiple fingers into these sexually enticing MILFs. They opened their mouths and I heard groans from them both.

I turned around and put even more fingers up inside them watching their faces go through obvious orgasms. When they caught their breaths again, I gave each a salacious kiss.

I left them alone, taking Jennifer with me to my room. She took a long ride before I splashed my first load up her.

After a quick trip to the toilet, she came out and asked, “Would you please fuck me as hard as you can, Conductor Thomas?”

I took a nice and leisure hour between her legs, before dumping another load inside this precious young woman of mine.

We lay together as I saw Mom and Ally walk hand in hand past my bedroom door. They were still naked. I think it was easy to conclude they were going to have some fun between the sheets as well.

My phone rang, and I reached over to get it, while still deep inside my lady.

“Hello, this is Michael.”

“Hey ... this is Jennifer Stapleton. I wondered if you wanted to talk about what was planned after the first of the year?”

“Hey, Jen. That sounds like a good idea. Do you work tonight?”

“No, I don’t. I have got it covered to get the weekend off. When would be good for you for me to come over so we could talk about this?”

“Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight and afterward we can sit back and talk about it?” I said. That perked up my girl’s ears. And my prick!

“I don’t want to intrude,” she responded.

“I insist. We can fix you dinner and wait on you. You know where we live. Come over at six pm, wear something sexy, and bring a swimsuit if you would like,” I said looking at Ms. Guthrie.

“Will do, see you then, Michael.”

“OK.”

“Did you just invite my enemy to dinner?” Jennifer asked with a smug look on her face.

“What’s wrong with that ... I thought you all were getting along these days?”

“We are, I was just teasing you, Big Mike.”

We got up and took a shower, and after getting dressed, fumbled around to find something good for dinner for everyone. We must have made too much noise because mom, then Ally came out of her room. “What’s with all the noise?” my gorgeous mother said only wearing a pretty dark blue matching bra and panty.

“Michael invited Jen Stapleton over for dinner. He was looking for something to fix ... I was looking for any arsenic I could find.”

I glared at her and we kissed.

“What time is she coming?” Ally asked.

“Six pm, I told her to bring a swimsuit if she wanted,” I said casually.

“He also told her to wear something sexy, so I plan to be ready for that myself,” Jenn said.

“We need lunch first, give me a minute to do that,” mom said running back into her room to put more clothes on.

Knowing we all had just been ... active with our partners, Mom and Ally made a quick batch of large tacos. I had four, while each of them got through two each, before we all said “Enough.”

Mom moved some ribs from the freezer in the garage to the sink to thaw out in time for dinner later. I was still tired, so Jenn and I went back to sleep some more.

I stayed in my shirt and boxers, Jenn crawled in with her T-shirt and panties on. We fell right back to sleep.

My alarm woke us back up at three pm. We shared a shower and got dressed for company. Mom asked that we all make our beds, so Jennifer would be able to tour our home without getting the smell of sex in her nostrils. The light scent of Glade Room Freshener was omnipresent.

J even started a load of laundry as we all had changed our sheets. I helped Jenn who helped me. The ladies dressed a little nicer than usual for our guest. Jenn even asked me what to wear, and I told her that I thought everything she wore was sexy.

She rolled her eyes at me and put on a somewhat tight top that accentuated her fabulous figure. Both Janice and Ally did something similar, but at least they all wore brassieres.

A little after 5:30, our doorbell rang. I had been selected to open it -- so I did.

“Hi everybody,” Jen said in a tight top of her own. I doubt she has any clothes that didn’t show off her figure.

“Hey gorgeous,” I answered. “Come on in, you look easy on the eyes.”

“You are such a provocateur, Michael,” she said walking in with an oversized purse.

“You are early,” Janice said with a smile.

“Sorry, I was ready early, so I just came over,” she said.

They all hugged one another, then I took her by the hand and gave her a tour of the place starting with the kitchen.

“It’s much bigger than it looks from outside,” she commented.

I proceeded to show her the place identifying whose room was whose. She smiled as I showed her my room. I quietly told her we spent over thirty minutes cleaning up before she showed up, including changing all the sheeting in the house.

She took me by the arm and said, “That’s sweet of you to tell me, Michael. Why don’t we sit and talk about your ideas for the final six months of your tenure at Jackson Heights?”

I went and got my laptop and walked her to the living room. She sat, then I did. Mom popped in saying dinner wouldn’t be ready for another hour. That would give us a chance to talk things out for a while.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” Alice asked her.

“Yes, thank you. I have no preference ... whatever you are drinking is fine with me.”

Jan brought her a glass of red wine and me a bottle pf cold water,

After she took a sip, she asked, “So, what are your plans for after the first of the year?”

“January is short because of the start of the school year, so I figured there would be a February, March, and April concert with THE SOUND OF MUSIC going on the final weekend of school in May,” I explained.

“What kind of events do you have in mind for those earlier months?” she responded with a smile.

“An orchestra only event. I had an idea for a full symphonic piece, to really show off the talent of the combined orchestras. What do you think of that idea, Jen?”

“You mean something of Beethoven’s or Mozart?”

“I was thinking something like The Nutcracker Suite,” I asserted.

“I don’t think that would be well-received, Michael ... what about something like the overtures from a dozen or so Broadway musicals or movies. The crowds have really enjoyed music associated with movies or Broadway.”

“I agree with that, Jen. An overture usually has four to seven snippets of the music in the show. I have a bunch already ... that is a great idea! That could be the April concert.”

“I have also a complete inventory of James Bond music and an idea of compiling a whole bunch of TV theme songs. I have neglected the combined choruses and thought of an evening of choral music, along with the orchestra.”

“What kind of choral music are you thinking of, Michael?”

“A mix of popular music and traditional choral, like “Wish Upon a Star” followed by “I Believe I Can Fly.”

“I really like that idea, go ahead and run with that. The James Bond music would allow us to feature many singers in the process. You have very good instincts about music. Do you have any plans for when you are going to Lincoln?”

“I am going to be busy getting four years of school done in three, and I will be working with the choir and orchestra trying my best to get them even more cohesive than they already are. We need to work out a schedule in advance of that, so I don’t need to bother you every day.”

“We can have lunch meetings at either school whenever we need to,” she smiled and said.

My girl climbed over the sofa and dropped next to my other sided, “How’s it going, guys?”

“Your boyfriend seems to have really good instincts when it comes to music selection. So, Michael -- James Bond music for February, Choral music for March and a series of Overtures for April, along with SOUND OF MUSIC in May. Be thinking about the following year. Your ideas are very good...”

“DINNER,” came in stereo from the kitchen.

I had a Jennifer on each arm as we approached the dinner table. “Could I get a refill on the wine?” the bustier one requested.

After we all sat down, Ally refilled her glass.

“This smells different ... is it a different recipe than last time?” I asked.

“This recipe includes twelve ounces of beer along with molasses and garlic,” mom responded.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Michael?” Jen said to me.

“Is it working?” I said.

“It might just be. I brought a suit for going in the spa later, if that invitation is still on the table?”

“We all love to spa after a meal,” my girl said to our guest.

“Wonderful, I can’t wait.”

Besides the ribs, there was a large side plate of oven-baked garlic bread. I got up and refilled the ladies wine glasses. They all thanked me as I sat back down. I was between the two Jennifer’s. I served them each a helping of ribs and offered them the plate of bread. Then, I served myself some of each.

It was strangely surreal, having only women I have slept with at the table with me. There wasn’t much talking, due to the nature of eating ribs. I saw each of them glancing at me from time to time. They were all smiling at me as I got myself another rib and more toast.

Jen asked to be topped off with her wine, as did Jan and Ally. She seemed to be holding the abundance of liquor without slurring or wobbling. I think she was close to being too drunk to get home, but I kept that to myself.

“Wow, that was quite the dinner, Ladies. I don’t get to have a big meal like this very often,” Miss Stapleton said.

“It was a pleasure to have you here,” Ally said. “How about joining us all for some time in the spa?”

“The only suits I have are quite skimpy; would that be OK with everyone?”

“OK by me,” I think I said too quickly. I got a slap on the back of my head from my girl.

“Michael prefers skimpy, if we wear anything at all,” Alice said.

“You all spa together, naked?”

“I don’t think I was supposed to say that,” Alice giggled, obviously past her limit as well.

I blushed deeply as I got a look from everyone else.

“OK by me,” I repeated from before ... this time with more authority in my voice.

“Could you handle it if we all were naked in the spa together?” my mother asked me point blank.

“Bring it on, ladies,” I said feeling my hardness happening.

“If you insist, I will. I am not sure if I am able to drive myself home. I may have over indulged in the wine,” this beautiful woman said looking at me with those eyes that bore right through me.

“We have enough bedrooms to let you stay overnight,” Alice said.

“I don’t want to cause any trouble around here. Maybe if I drank enough coffee, I could have one of you drive me home.”

“Jen,” I said. “Stay ... we can talk some more in the morning after breakfast. Let’s all spa first, why don’t we?”

Janice, Alice and Jennifer all looked at me after saying that.

We all went to our rooms and stripped down. I was out first getting towels for me, and my two Jennifer’s. My naked girlfriend came out next, followed by the voluptuous guest in the house. Mom and Ally followed her as I got in and helped everyone else to join in. I was really trying to keep eye contact with each of the ladies, but my eyes easily wandered as I looked at the magnificent melons of my favorite teacher. They were all shaved, interesting?

“Oohh, this feels like heaven,” Jen said slipping herself into the spa.

“We do have four angels in here, so the metaphor certainly applies, my dear,” I said to her.

“So, Michael regularly spas naked with his girlfriend, her mother, and his mother. How did that all start?”

“That’s need to know, my dear,” I said still ogling her.

“I have something I should tell you all. Michael knows already, I was pregnant and had planned to get married and have the baby sometime next year, but I lost it and my ex-fiancé left me alone making it doubly disparaging. I was at work the next day. Michael visited me, and I told him. He so understood. I spent overnight in the ER generating a bill that will take me years to pay back. Inviting me here tonight was very generous of Michael and you all,” she explained, starting to tear up.

“That’s so sad,” Mom uttered. “You are welcome here as often as you would like. We love to cook and consider yourself invited whenever you would like. I am so sorry you went through that alone? Some men can be real assholes, can’t they?”

“Michael actually motivated me to feel better. He said that if it had been his child, he would do the right thing,” she said to the ladies looking to see if that shocked anyone. It didn’t appear to.

“My son is remarkable, as you well know. Sometimes he acts more like a twenty-year-old than a fourteen-year-old.”

“That’s because you taught me how to treat people, Mom. I love you all and that includes you, Jen.”

“He is so loving and gentle, isn’t he?” she said, touching my face.

Miss Guthrie took my hand and said, “He is the best man I ever met. I love him so much it is difficult to express sometimes.”

“I agree with that sentiment,” our guest said taking my other hand. “I could really get used to getting in a spa every night after school before I go to work at Hooters.”

“How long before you give them notice?” I asked.

“I need the job to help pay my rent, so I will probably wait until early next year,” she answered.

The next thing out of my girlfriend’s mouth shocked us all, “Why don’t you move in with us, and save all that rent money? After the school year is over, maybe we could help you find a more permanent solution?”

“I ... couldn’t possibly do that. That’s very accommodating, but that sounds like a huge intrusion in all of your lives,” she said.

“Nonsense,” my mother said. “I was thinking the same thing myself. When is your next month rent due, dear?”

“On Wednesday of next week. But, I don’t...”

“It sounds like a perfect solution,” I said. “Tomorrow, we could all go and help you move out. If the ladies don’t mind, neither do I. A chance to see you every day, would be marvelous. You could take Jenn and me to school and bring us home. You could give Hooters notice right away.”

“I don’t know what to say to all of this?” she said, looking like she was about to break down.

“You could move into my room,” Fantine said. “Michael and I end up in bed together most nights anyway.”

I pulled this blonde amazonian woman to straddle my lap and gave her a kiss on the lips, “That seals the deal, all right?”

“Oh, Michael. Thank you ... thanks to you all. I can cook as well. I will not be a freeloader around here! I can pull my weight. Or ... anything else Michael wants me to.”

I reacted against her shaven honeypot to that remark, and she smiled looking into my eyes. She got off me and hugged everyone.

She came back to me, and we kissed for a long time, until my girl cleared her throat.

“I am sorry Jennifer, he is such a good kisser, isn’t he?”

“Don’t be, I know how to share,” was her response. I laughed internally.

We spent about fifteen more minutes in the spa, before our guest thought she should get out. I got out first, helping her with a towel, and then taking her to her room.

“Is that erection for me or someone else?” our guest asked seeing me flopping around as I helped her to her bedroom.

“Right of first refusal is my girl. See you in the morning. I’m very glad you are staying with us tonight.”

I gave her a kiss good night, as my girl came in and pulled me away, by my still very stiff staff.

Sometime after midnight I woke up hungry. I slid myself out from under my beautiful girl and quietly padded out my bedroom door to the kitchen. I saw a most adorable pair of blue panties sticking out of the refrigerator. Apparently, Miss Stapleton had the same idea. I took hold of her butt causing her to jerk a little looking back at me with that smile of hers.

“See something you like, Michael?”

“Yes ma’am. You have a beautiful ass, if I do say so myself,” I said pulling her butt up against my growing erection beneath my boxers. She moaned a little and got out a couple of pieces of garlic bread.

“Do you want a piece?”

I smiled and said, “Yeah, I’d like some garlic bread as well.”

She giggled and stood up. I released her, and she got a paper plate and put the bread in the microwave for a couple of seconds.

“Are you randy enough to assault me in your own kitchen, Michael?”

“No, but I would like a moment to just look at you and your body for a little while.”

She got the bread out before the ding, and I got the water to wash it down. She put it on the table, and I turned her around and began a kiss. She melted against me, and it was quickly reciprocal. I remembered her flavor, which was still as intoxicating as it was on our weekend. We heard a noise, so we broke it up and sat down to eat.

“Oh dear,” she said. “That was really nice Michael. Just like I remembered it.”

I picked up a piece of the bread and started to munch on it. She watched me as she picked one up herself. I looked down to see her unencumbered titties giving a little shake as she ate. She caught me looking and smiled between bites.

“You just can’t keep from looking at my girls, can you?” she giggled.

“No, they mesmerize me ... like a bug to a light. I doubt I could ever stop looking at them and you the way I do,” I said, stopping to take a drink of water.

“You had left some small teeth marks from ... before. I was really turned on looking at them until they went away. You were quite the animal. Even Cece thought so, but she swore she would never do that again because she loved Paul so much.”

“I didn’t mean to get so drunk last night. It was the first relaxing evening I have had in quite a while. You and your ladies were so nice to let me stay over, but I really should get home.”

“Home? What about coming to live with us to save money?” I said.

“That was sweet of you all. I think, because of our past -- I should just go home.”

“I think our past is the reason we all want you to stay. I want you to stay! I don’t give a damn about what people may think who find out about your living arrangement. We all care about you. My girl has even mentioned the two of you could have me together,” I said taking her hand.

“Michael...” came from my room.

“Go to her,” the tantalizing top-heavy teacher said. “I will stay since you asked me so nicely. Get some sleep, honey. If you two shake the sheets a little, I wouldn’t mind.”

I gave her a kiss and walked away. She took our trash to the kitchen and vanished back into her room.

I carefully crawled back into my bed, “Where did you go?”

“I got a snack and talked for a while to our house guest,” I answered.

“Did you go into her room?”

“No ... we both were up looking for something to eat. We did and now I am back.”

“Was she naked?” her voice asked.

“No, she had on a T-shirt and pretty blue panties. No bra.”

“Oh...”

“She knows that I love you. All we do is flirt, Jenn.”

“You have done more than flirt with her in the past. What’s to keep you from walking into her room and fuck her silly?”

“She’s already silly. I wouldn’t do that unless you had pre-approved, it’s you I love.”