Chapter 12: Eunice

<Just a little warning: This one’s kinda, well, Different. No graphic sex, more sexual politics. Just sayin’. -=Norm.>

The next few weeks went ... really smoothly. We stayed ‘on guard,’ but there were no incidents to speak of.

The business got a few new customers. Our weekends were packed, but with Brian’s help our speed and efficiency improved dramatically, allowing us to take a couple more customers per day. Of course, yardwork wasn’t all the ladies were paying for, so we couldn’t bring that efficiency up too much! We kept Tuesdays and Wednesdays open as non-working days and used them for extended study group sessions. And other fun activities.

In the study group, Brian turned out to have the same ‘Athletic Low Expectations’ that Tony had been subjected to, but we got him past that fairly quickly. (Just in time, as it turned out. His ‘easy ride’ came to a screeching halt not long after.) Both Tony and Brian showed marked improvements in their classes. Even Howie and I were showing noticeable improvement as well. The most astonishing result was Jeff. His teachers were making serious noises about putting him in an advanced academic track. Not, mind you, a ‘more advanced’ which would put him in on the ‘normal’ track, but the actual advanced track. He was apparently even helping some of the other students in his track with some of the study skills that we’d taught him. The more positive strokes he got, the better he got. His progress was just amazing.

The one cloud on Jeff’s horizon was that his mother (using the term as loosely as possible, ) continued to refuse to acknowledge him. I could tell that hurt him, but it was the expected situation, unfortunately. That said, he had moved in with us without splash or trouble. Some of the business funds went to defray the cost of groceries and other expenses involved in his support, but we’d all discussed and agreed to that. Otherwise, he was clean, quiet, and helpful. He and I slept together every night. Sleeping, and waking up beside his warm, friendly body was a wonderful experience, and the more that it happened, the more I wanted it to keep happening.

On the Athletics front, Howie no longer needed support to get through the workouts. He and I were up to ‘Run four laps, walk one’ and made about four miles in the class period. Howie was even starting to show some muscle definition, making him look even more delicious. Tony and Brian were working together instead of trying to destroy each other, and it showed in the quality of their plays. The coaches were noticing. Jeff was doing well with the swim team, too.

Brian and Howie showed every sign of becoming a very solid couple. They still participated with the rest of us in our sexy times, Howie still loved being the center of our cluster, taking dick from every direction, but was becoming more comfortable topping more often. He particularly liked ‘train fucking,’ where he’d be up one of our asses while someone else was fucking him from behind.

Most important, there were no more episodes of attempted violence. I suppose that the message finally got through to those who would try, that making the attempt was a one-way ticket to being the star of a gang-bang. Public or private, it all ended the same way. There had been some words exchanged, but we just didn’t rise to the bait. We just gave the excited individuals a concerned look, and after a while they’d either wander off or a friend would pull them aside, where they’d mutter darkly, but no other action took place. After a while even those incidents dropped off.

Interestingly, the only real problem we had was girls going after the newly attractive Howie and his suddenly very interesting appendage. Now that he had his new ‘show off’ wardrobe, a certain kind of girl would catch a glimpse of him ‘printing’ in his new, tighter pants, and would absolutely refuse to be denied. At least twice a week, Howie would come up to one of us, grab us in a hug, and give a chaste kiss on the lips. This was always public, and always in plain view of the young lady in question. Howie would then give her a look that could be plainly interpreted as “I told you NO!” The girl would usually look startled and go off to set her sights elsewhere.

The strategy worked fairly well, until one Thursday. Tony, Jeff, Brian and I were all at our usual lunch table, waiting for Howie, but that was nothing unusual. He came speed walking up, his signal for “Help! Girl Attack!” I stood, and we played out our little drama.

We came out of the kiss, but Howie continued to cling to me. He seemed particularly agitated. I looked around and saw one Ms Eunice McGraw, a true legend among the school sluts, looking back at us in a confused, but determined manner. Eunice was a fairly attractive young ‘lady’ with a distinctly unladylike reputation. She was best described as ‘Ripe’ and she’d been ... plucked any number of times by a goodly percentage of the male student body and possibly some of the faculty as well, if hallway rumor was to be believed. I wouldn’t know.

We all sat and continued our lunch, paying poor Eunice no further mind. A moment later I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and came face-to-bust with Eunice’s very impressive rack. At sixteen years old, if Eunice had been wearing a bra, it probably would have been in the large D-cup range. With age the poor girl would probably boost that by at least two cup sizes, especially after a couple of kids, and wind up with terrible back problems. But for now, those tits were large, they were perky, and they were spectacular! Hey, I may not have much use for girls, but I can appreciate the aesthetic qualities of a nice pair of breasts. It was just a shame that those incredible tits were attached to, well, her.

I met her eyes with a questioning look, but didn’t say anything. I also didn’t drop my eyes into that prominently displayed cleavage. That seemed to perplex her. Apparently, she’d never had a male resist the lure of those massive, unfettered jugs before.

We remained locked in that staring contest for about a minute, with her becoming more and more confused as my eyes refused to drop. Finally, I became disgusted with this stupid game, (Play Stupid Games! Win stupid prizes!) and I finally asked, “Was there something you thought I could help you with? Or are you just here to interrupt my lunch?” Howie tucked himself up under my arm, eyeing her like a bird eyes a snake.

I’ll give her credit. She decided to brass it out. “This thing you’ve got going,” she asked. “Is it just a boy’s club, or can a girl play, too?” I could tell she was nervous but trying her best to be sluttily attractive.

I still wasn’t in a mood to play but decided to find out how far she wanted to take this. “What do you mean?” I asked, tone interested but flat, as if she’d wandered into my bakery asking for bread and I was asking her what type.

“You know!” She said. “The stuff you guys do together! Can I join in?” I knew quite well what she was asking for. She wanted access to Howie’s cock, and probably the rest of us as well. Well, life’s full of disappointments.

I looked around our group and saw disapproval. That included a look of wide-eyed panic on Howie’s face. My first reaction was a “Hard No.” On second thought though, I knew that she was Very hooked-in to the rumor mill, and her request had a remarkable bit of ambiguity to it. Yeah, we didn’t lie about our relationship, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t gaslight the hell out of someone who meant us harm. I winked at the guys on the side she couldn’t see.

I gave her an appraising look, deliberately glanced down at her chest, and said, “Okay. I’m not sure you’ll like it, and I’m also not sure how well you’ll fit in with our group, but we can give you a...” (pause and lick my lips lasciviously, ) “shot. Meet us at the main entrance after school. Bring your books.”

The look on her face went from happy when I said ‘Okay’ to triumphant when I said ‘shot’ to confused when I got to ‘books.’ “Um, Okay!” she said, pretty sure she’d got what she wanted, but with a hint of doubt. Just where I wanted her. “It’s a date!” With that, she sashayed off, satisfied. Again, say what you want, but she had the sashay down to an art form.

We all stayed silent until she was well out of earshot, then Howie almost exploded. He turned to me and said, “Sir? What the actual fuck, Sir? Have you gone insane? That bitch has teeth in her cunt, and wants to eat us, but mostly me! Preferably alive!”