Chapter 11: Lexi’s New Direction

Marcia asked, “Do you have any reservations about Stella’s background and work?”

I shook my head. “It’s funny. Seeing how people reacted to her, particularly at the reunion, I am thinking that I SHOULD have a negative reaction, but I don’t. Well, I’m aroused thinking about all she’s done, and might even be doing tonight, but I’m not upset by it. I’m also curious and want to hear lots of stories that she has to tell about various sex-related events and episodes in her life, but most of that betrays the pervert in me and little else.”

“Does she have an intellectual side?”

I laughed. “You know she does. She wrote Starling and has most of her next book done. Those are both deep reading. Further, if you could see the bookshelves in her apartment you’d be impressed at the scope of her reading. She has also kept all of her university books from her degree, too. On top of that, she subscribes to the Economist. Heck, she knows more about the world than I do by far. I hope that I don’t come across at a mental midget to her. There’s so much more to her for me to explore. I feel that I could never finish.”

“That’s good. We can only hope that she thinks the same about you. I certainly do.”

“You do?”

“Rob, I love you. I really do. I know it’s crazy, but I also have feelings for Matt. I love both of you.”

I sighed, “Don’t fret. I love you, and I have the same strong feelings for Stella and Lexi developing. Without the sexual component, I really like Matt a lot, too. Maybe we all just join together in some kind of commune and love each other.”

Marcia smiled. She liked that idea.

After our dinner, we returned to my place and made love for almost two hours, and then slept all night together. She left in the morning, and I washed the sheets and straightened up again.

The Sunday flight from LAX landed at Tampa about five-thirty. I was waiting just outside security with two bouquets of flowers. I joyfully presented them to Stella and Lexi as they came through the security barrier and we hugged and kissed. We actually caused a bit of a scene, especially since both girls were wearing CFM shoes, hot shorts, and crop tops, and were toting some luggage including backpacks that forced their chests forward the way the straps crossed their bodies. Sigh!

They’d also checked one very large bag for the two of them, so we retrieved that and then drove home. The two were impressed with my cleaning and organizing, especially Stella who’d seen the place a few weeks or so earlier.

I took them out to dinner at a sidewalk restaurant. Again, the two of them caused a scene because of their skimpy and sexy clothing and bodies. Besides talking about their flight, which they slept on most of the trip, they filled me in on the party the night before.

‘My’ girls had been naughty, up to a point. They hadn’t done any of the heavy drugs, but they’d both smoked some weed. They’d kept each other sober, too; frequently reminding each other to stick to water or soft drinks.

The sex, however, had been ‘no holds barred’. They’d each declared themselves ‘available’ early in the evening, and things had progressed from there. Neither of them could recall how many men they’d fucked. Lexi had pulled a train, and gotten fucked by at least ten men and maybe even twenty.

I asked Lexi with some degree of curiosity, “Aren’t you sore?”

She gave a sheepish grin, “Not really. I’m hoping for lots of sex this week and beyond. I guess that I’ve been practicing.”

I looked at Stella and she smiled, “I guess we’re real sluts in that we can fuck for so long and with so many guys that we don’t even feel anything the day after but a strong twinge of pleasure in our tight little cunnies.”

“Good to know,” I chimed. “I was just worried about how much I needed to trim back my expectations and advances with you both.”

Stella put both hands on the table, locked eyes with me, and said with emphasis: “Not. At. All.” She paused and added, “In fact, with all the teasing we’ve done with Matt, we have hopes that he’ll be one of our steady lovers somewhere starting pretty soon. I know that appeals to you, too.”

I laughed. “I think he’s hoping the same thing. There is Marcia, though. They have deepening feelings for each other. I love her, too.”

“I know. We’ve talked, plus we know she planned to spend last night with you. We both approve, and we want some time with her, too; and, as we said, with Matt.” She giggled.

I grinned. “I think Matt has been having dreams about being with each of you since you teased him that you’d give him a shot.”

“So, do you care if we do?” Stella asked me in a teasing tone.

“Only if it’s something that you don’t want to do. You need to be true to yourself and not social pressure or somebody else’s expectations or fantasy.”

After dinner, we went back to my condo and made love in my large bed. The two of them wiped me out, plus they were still operating on west coast time. I fell asleep on them. I know they both got out of bed and went into the living room to talk, but that’s all I remember.

Monday morning, I was up before they were. I’d taken the day off work. I also knew that Marcia was expecting to meet Stella at ten a.m. at her office. They were going to talk for a while about the books, and then drive up to the publisher’s offices in Tampa.

Accordingly, I roused Stella up about nine a.m. She was bright and cheerful and went off for her shower. Lexi waited until the one bathroom in my condo was free. As I thought about it, I realized that Stella was probably going to need a car during her stay. I called up Enterprise Rentals and had a car being dropped off in twenty minutes for her.

As she ate breakfast, I explained about the car, that I was paying, and that I wanted her to be a success and that her maneuverability was key to that, especially between Marcia’s office, home, and the publisher. I also programmed into her cellphone’s GPS app Marcia’s office, the publisher’s offices, and, of course, my home address.

Stella left the apartment about ten-of-ten to drive to Marcia’s. She expected to be home about six p.m.

Lexi sat in one of my t-shirts eating the scrambled eggs that I’d prepared. “What do we do today?”

I smiled devilishly at her. I made a call this morning, because I want to show you something and also have you ‘interview’ locally for the next stage in your life.”

“Huh?”

I expounded, “You agreed that a college degree would be helpful in your career but you have no money and are doubtful about getting a scholarship. We have a good university in town. I want you to try to gain admittance to the school. Don’t worry about anything else, other than getting in. Do not worry about money or other arrangements at this stage. The stuff around that task are the things that I’ll help you with.”

“Really?” Lexi looked at me with a sense of awe.

“Really. So, dress nicely – professionally but casually. We’re having lunch on campus, and you have an interview with the admissions’ staff at one p.m.”

Lexi shot up from her seat. “My hair. I have to fix my hair.”

I wondered what fixing her hair entailed. She had a shag cut around her face, and the back hung down past her shoulders in beautiful brunette tresses that she’d sometimes corral into a short ponytail of sorts.”

I heard the shower come on, so got busy with some other tasks including a couple of other phone calls.

When Lexi finally surfaced, she looked gorgeous, and like a young professional. Her hair was beautiful, of course. She wore a pencil skirt, low-heeled shoes, and a colored scoop-neck blouse. She also had a small shoulder bag for her cellphone and whatnot. She was not sexy, but definitely came across as a co-ed.

We drove to the university campus, and I actually found a place to park near the student union. We took the long way into the building, giving her a look at the exterior of many of the campus buildings. I rattled on about the history of the place as I knew it, especially the computer sciences building. This was my alma mater.

We had lunch and with plenty of time to spare, walked over to the administration and admittance offices. The aide in the admissions office was a female student, and was very nice and solicitous to Lexi. We were finally greeted by Dean Faye, exactly at one p.m.

I did not go into the interview with Lexi. I think she expected me to do so, because when I sat back down in the reception area, she gave me a panicked look as she followed the Dean of Admissions into his office.

Dean Roger Faye escorted Lexi out to the foyer forty-five minutes later. She was smiling and he looked happy. He came over and shook my hand, “Rob, thank you for bringing someone like Lexi to our attention. If she completes the admissions forms and such, she’s in. We look forward to having her here. I think that I can get her tuition pretty much forgiven with various scholarships. We can work on her application for those once she’s got her initial paperwork submitted. I already started an electronic folder on her and put that note in there.”

I nodded, “Roger, thank you for seeing her on such short notice. As I mentioned on the phone, I have a romantic interest in her and will also be her mentor on her educational journey.”

Lexi’s head snapped back and forth. She finally asked, “You two know each other?”

Roger chuckled as we bumped fists, “Fraternity brothers. Rob was my ‘Little Brother’ when he pledged Theta Phi Rho – TPR here on campus. I suspect we’ll see you at one of their parties sometimes. I go to one every now and then, and I’m hoping Rob will start to do that, too. Work on him. I think he’s only been to one event since he graduated. He was kind of a nerd.”

Lexi’s head was spinning by the time we were walking back to the car. “What are you thinking about me, the school, and everything? What are you doing – or trying to do?”

“I think you should start college here next semester. I want you to live with me, and hopefully Stella. I think we get along great, and we can be very supportive to your education and career goals. I can even help you with some elements of your homework and studies. If I haven’t been specific enough, I think you should become a computer science major. You have an innate understanding of the technology that most others don’t.”