Chapter 25

“Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.”
― Frank Zappa

“Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric.”
― Bertrand Russell

“It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.”
― Herman Melville

“So, you’re ... THE Jamie Lazaro? The one and only? The former professional tennis star, and you’ve been a principal at my son’s high school for a while now, but only now have you shown any interest in him? Is that correct?” Celia Andrews took in the full significance of what Scott and Jamie just told Hypatia and her.

“Yes, ma’am, that’s right. I fell in love with him when he arrived at my friend here’s doorstep as a pizza delivery boy. I understand that what I did got him fired, too, and yet he wants to marry me. So be it. It won’t be a conventional marriage, trust me. It will be ... something else. An open marriage, maybe on steroids,” Jamie warned her prospective mother-in-law about her intentions toward her son.

“Fuck conventional! I just want my son to be happy! If you do that for my boy, Hypatia and I will be thrilled for him ... Did you ... you know ... pop his cherry, if you mind my asking?” Celia now probed a little further, in a manner of speaking.

“Well, yes ... and no ... he lost every cherry he could last night, but I helped engineer that, as did others. His first with me was his first up a woman’s ass. I dare say that he enjoyed that, too, right, baby?” Jamie openly caressed Scott and kissed him fully on the lips ... with a lot of tongue.

“She doesn’t even seem to mind moving us all into a shared place as soon as reasonably possible. In with her Mistress Julie and Master Jack, you see. Their family home, well, the impression that I get is that the whole enchilada will be sold off to make way for a bigger, fancier, nicer, more spacious home. I’ll be a kept man until I can find a new job, but I will be pretty damn connected, as you can see,” Scott blushed a little, still having trouble with the realization that a former pro athlete wanted him that way!

“Well, that’s ... the thing ... I’m a bit on the slutty, nympho side, but I am well-connected, but so are Mistress Julie and Master Jack here. I lost my career and my sponsors due to a sex scandal, and I freely admit that I did that to myself, even if they blew it out of proportion. Still, I’m glad it happened. I wouldn’t have become a teacher, and later principal, if that didn’t happen, and I wouldn’t have met your son. Or Mistress Julie. Or Master Jack.

“I belong to Mistress Julie most of all, Master Jack to a degree, but that’s my body. My heart and soul belong to Scott, and they both have no desire to interfere with that fact. I’m a masochist. I’m a submissive, or maybe a switch, but the point is that I need that side of my sexuality, and they give that to me.

“What your son gives me is ... the kind of love that I can’t shake off or ignore or forget. I adore Scott for who and what he is. Yes, I fully plan to give my body to him in every way that I can, of course. Including when I might let him dominate me at times, even if I might also want to dominate him now and then. It would be light, temporary bondage play, not the heavier, lifestyle bondage that I have with Mistress Julie and Master Jack.

“I love him for exactly who he is, make no mistake about it, because he fell for me first, because he appreciated my gift to him ... and accepted my welcome, my invitation to him with more than mere gratitude. Because he gave me that kind of wide-eyed, innocent, geeky, nerdy virgin love that I will never betray! Never! Because I haven’t had that kind of love shown to me for years, not like this. He didn’t judge. He wasn’t a prude, for which I suppose that I must thank you guys,” Jamie complimented Celia and Hypatia, both of whom snickered at that.