Chapter 34

Mike moved the thick, yellow phone book aside and rummaged through the papers spread out on the table until he found the one he was looking for, and brought it back with him to the whiteboard.

“Charmagne says she needs three more days to train for the contingency assault on the DC, in case negotiation attempts fail,” he said as he copied some of the figures from the paper onto the whiteboard. “Eric found a truck leasing company in Swannanoa, about three miles from there. I’m going with him tomorrow to see if we can get one or two of them running, and practice driving them around in the lot.”

Theresa sat at the table, reviewing the planning work he, Fulton, and several of the students had done over the past couple of weeks while she recovered. It was hard to believe so much time had passed since their night together.

She stretched and yawned. She was so tired, having difficulty keeping her eyes open. Nightmares regularly plagued her sleep. Dark, violent nightmares. The grotesque faces of evil men, and so much pain. She often woke in the middle of the night, crying, and she’d wet the bed numerous times.

She tried to concentrate on the important business of securing their long-term food supply, but thoughts of Mike continually pushed aside everything else.

How could he reject her so quickly, after telling her that he loved her? After she gave her body to him? He told her they could be together now. That the star changed everything. But nothing changed for her. She was still on the outside, looking in, pining away for a man who would barely talk to her.

She still bore the faint bruises from his aggressive lovemaking, now faded to a sickly yellow. She did everything he wanted. Everything. Things she would never have done with anyone else, ever. What more could she possibly have done? What more could he possibly want from her?

He never came back from Charmagne’s house the other night, like he promised he would. Not until the very early morning, when he tried to sneak back into his bunk room. But she heard the golf cart pull up outside her window, and saw him in the dim light as he crossed the hallway.

Was he fucking her? He must be. He was so tired that day, and there was no other reason for him to be at her house for so long overnight. What does she do for him that I don’t? she wondered. Freaky, disgusting things, probably. She must really love taking it up the ass, because that’s all Mike seemed to want from her that night. Does she suck his dick afterwards too? Does she let him smack her around?

Maybe he preferred chubby women. Theresa was scrawny compared to Charmagne. Charmagne wasn’t classically pretty either. Not that she was ugly or anything, but she wasn’t exactly elegant. Theresa could see how men could be attracted to her, though. She was certainly confident, and had a larger than life personality. She was probably a total whore in bed, too.

Maybe that was it. Maybe Mike wanted someone more assertive. More confident. More ... what? Intimidating? Charmagne was certainly that. A woman who knew what she wanted, and went after it. A take charge woman who cussed a lot.

She could be that for him. She could be confident and assertive. She could be raunchy. Nasty. A dirty girl. A foul-mouthed whore. I’m fucking tired of this. Why don’t you come over here and fuck me, Mike. I want you to stick your big fucking cock in my ass and fuck the shit out of me. What do you think about that?

“What did you just say?”

Theresa looked at him as the paper slipped from his fingers and fluttered to the floor.

“What?” she asked.

His eyebrows were knotted together. “Did you just ask me to...”

“What?”

“Fuck you ... in the ass?”

Her pulse quickened. Did she really just say that out loud? Shit! She cleared her throat to cover her panic. What should she do? Tell him it was a joke? No! Don’t do that. He’ll think you’re a fucking psycho. She set her jaw and narrowed her eyes. Fuck it. You’ve already lost him. What else do you have to lose?

“You heard me,” she said, rising to her feet. “I’m tired of being ignored by you, Mike. You don’t love me? Fine. Fuck it. I’m a big girl. I can handle it. And you want to know the truth? I’m not sure I really love you either.”

“Theresa...”

“Just shut the fuck up,” she said as she slowly approached. “I’ve spent months chasing after you like one those simpering little school girls in there. I’ve done everything I can think of to win you over, but nothing was ever good enough for you. But now I see why, and I get it. I was playing games when I should have been honest and direct with you, so let me be honest and direct with you now.

“I don’t want to be your girlfriend, Mike. I just want to fuck the ever loving shit out of you. Right here, right now. I want you to bend me over this table,” she said, slamming her hand down hard on top of it, “and fuck me right in my tight little ass. And when you’re good and ready, I want you to pull it out and stick it in my fucking mouth so I can drink your cum and lick it clean. Is that honest and direct enough for you?”

“Jesus Christ,” he said under his breath quickly. “What’s wrong with you, Theresa? This isn’t like you.”

“No, it’s not. You were right, Mike. That star changed everything. I never liked who I was before. Too weak and too passive. I spent my entire life helping others, while everyone walked all over me. So many opportunities passed me by because I refused to go after what I wanted in life. Because I was a scared little bitch. Well, I’m not scared anymore.

“I want you Mike. I want you in the worst way possible. I want to fuck your brains out. Every day, all day.” She cupped his groin and massaged the member growing in his pants. “I want your fucking cum all over me. On my face, on my tits, in my pussy, and in my ass. I want to drain your fucking balls. Now take out your fucking cock so I can suck it.”

He did. Without another word, he unzipped and pulled out his cock. Theresa lowered herself to her knees and took him into her hand to stroke him. She looked up at him and smiled.

“See? Was that so fucking hard?” she asked, and then took him into her mouth.

Theresa never considered herself particularly good at sucking dick. She enjoyed it enough, but it wasn’t something she ever approached with single-minded determination to get perfectly. She wanted to make the guy cum, of course, but she figured any combination of her mouth, hands, and pussy would count just the same.

That day, she sucked Mike’s big dick like she’d never sucked a dick before. She was manic. Greedy for it. Her eyes remained locked on his, and her lips and hand moved with an urgency that left him gasping for breath. She fondled and stroked him. She caressed and massaged and licked his big balls. She explored his body, and when she reached for his hands and put them on her head, he didn’t hesitate. He held her still and fucked her mouth.

As much as she insisted he do it, and as hard as he tried, he wasn’t able to get it into her ass dry. That was something she’d need to consider for next time, because there was definitely going to be a next time, and she knew how much he loved fucking her in the ass. Instead, he pounded her pussy raw with a ferocity she hadn’t been expecting, but which she thoroughly savored and enjoyed.

His only hesitation came when she put his hand on her throat.

“Squeeze it,” she said. “Harder.”

He eventually did, until the veins popped out of her forehead. The euphoric sensation caused by the oxygen deprivation heightened her arousal and boosted her orgasms. She came hard and often. When the time came for him to shoot his load, he let her know.

“I’m going to fucking cum, Theresa.”

“I want it all over my face.”

He pulled out and came around the table to her head. His large, vascular dick bulged in his hand, engorged and dark red with blood. Quivering and ready to blow. She leaned her head over the side of the table and took over for him, jerking him off with both hands until he exploded onto her face. Thick ropes of hot cum that slid over her nose and cheeks and forehead and dripped into her blonde hair. Then she took him into her mouth and sucked him clean while he shuddered and twitched from the intense sensation.

It was the best, most satisfying sex of her life, and she was ready for more.

As Charmagne pointed, Alexis named the part.

“Upper receiver, Staff Sergeant. Houses the bolt carrier group and attaches to the barrel.”

“Good. What about this?”

“Lower receiver, Staff Sergeant. Houses the trigger, disconnector, hammer, and fire selector.”

“And this?”

“The bolt carrier group, Staff Sergeant. Cycles the rounds.”

“Very good. And this?”

“The barrel, Staff Sergeant.”

“What’s its purpose?”

Alexis rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Seriously?”

Charmagne’s face clouded. “Did I ask you for a fucking commentary, Private?”

“No, Staff Sergeant.”

“You’re fucking right I didn’t, you snot nosed, rich bitch little cunt! Drop and gimme twenty!” When she was a little too slow going to the ground, Charmagne helped her along with a boot to the backside. “What the fuck are you waiting for, Campbell? Move your fat ass!”

Fat ass? Look who’s fucking talking, you behemoth! Of course, she’d never say that out loud, because the Staff Sergeant scared the shit out of her, but still. What the actual fuck? Alexis had performed squats and lunges every day for years to sculpt her ass to perfection. Her upper body, though, wasn’t nearly as developed.

“ ... sixteen, seventeen ... eight ... teen ... nine ... teen ... What’s the matter, Campbell? You too fucking weak to do twenty fucking pushups?”

“N-no, Staff Sergeant!” Alexis grunted as her arms trembled beneath her.

“Bullshit! You ain’t nothing but a weak, gap-toothed, fuck ugly little cunt, and I don’t need no weak cunts in my fucking army! Get your fat, lazy ass up off the ground and get the fuck outta here!”

“No, Staff Sergeant!”

Alexis gritted her broken teeth and growled loudly, almost screaming, as she forced herself to complete the twenty. When her arms reached full extension, she collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath.

“Shit, maybe I got you wrong, Campbell. Maybe you ain’t such a weak fucking cunt after all. Now stop laying around and get your fat ass up. This ain’t one of your fucking country clubs.”

Though her arms felt like noodles, Alexis managed to get herself off the ground and standing again in the shade of the Deuce, where the disassembled M4 sat on the edge of the flatbed.

“We’re gonna try this again, and I swear to fucking god, Campbell, if you roll your eyes at me one more time, I’m gonna rip ‘em right outta your fucking skull and feed ‘em to you. You got me, Private?”

“Yes, Staff Sergeant!”

Charmagne pointed to the barrel. “Good. Now, what’s this fucking part, and what’s its fucking purpose?”

“That’s the fucking barrel, Staff Sergeant! It guides fucking bullets out of the fucking weapon and into the enemy’s fucking skull!”

The Staff Sergeant put her hands on her hips and smirked. “You a fucking comedian now, Private? Is that it? You planning to quit your job sucking cocks behind the school and start doing fucking standup now?”

“No, Staff Sergeant!” Alexis said, coming to attention.

Charmagne stepped closer, so that her mouth was right next to Alexis’s ear.

“You wanna fuck that man one day, or not, Private?”

“Yes, Staff Sergeant!”

“How much?”

“With every fiber of my being, Staff Sergeant!”

“Well, it ain’t never gonna happen if you’re in a fucking wheelchair, eating from a fucking tube, ‘cause if you ever mouth off to me again, I’m gonna snap your scrawny fucking neck. Are you reading me, Private?”

Alexis swiveled her eyes to gauge the Staff Sergeant’s seriousness. She looked pretty fucking serious.

“Loud and clear, Staff Sergeant!”

Charmagne pointed to the mountain home on the peak of Fitzhugh Mountain.

“It’s eleven-hundred yards from where we’re standing to the lookout on top of that mountain over there. I gave Sgt. Chapman a code word this morning. You got forty minutes to climb that mountain, get the code word from him, and then get back here to this truck. If you’re even one second late, or you forget the code word, you’re gonna be cleaning my itchy ass with your fucking tongue, and I ain’t joking about that even one tiny bit. Do you wanna clean my itchy ass with your fucking tongue today?”

“No, Staff Sergeant!”

“Then I suggest you move your fat ass, Private, ‘cause your time’s already ticking.”

Abby Allen brushed her brown, pixie-cut bangs off to the side as her hazel eyes darted back and forth between Endora Hardin and Grace Hasselbeck, before finally settling on their clasped hands.

“Do you understand what we’re telling you, Abby?” Endora said.

The young freshman could hardly respond. “Y-you’re... together?” she finally managed to say.

Grace flashed her a gorgeous smile. “Yes.”

“Oh ... Okay...” Abby was at a loss for words, and just stared at their hands.

She seemed terribly uncomfortable talking to the two upper classmen. Especially to the breathtaking new leader of the Elite. Endora didn’t know Abby very well. She was part of the new crop of freshman that included Izzy Cabrera and Addison Murphy. They had one class together. Studio Art with Ms. Stafford. That’s where Endora saw Abby’s sketchbook one day, filled cover to cover with female nudes in a variety of erotic poses, many of which bore striking resemblances to girls at the school, and also Ms. Stafford.

“We want you to be a part of our club, Abby,” Endora said.

Abby’s eyes flicked to hers. “Really? What club?”

Endora and Gace found Abby sitting alone in the cafeteria, sketching. The freshman snapped her sketchbook closed when they approached, flustered and surprised that the two of them had taken a sudden interest in her. They dragged her along with them to the horse barn to talk, telling her they had something important to share with her. She hesitated at first, but Endora had been remarkably persistent.

“A club that’s friendly to girls like us, and accepting of who we are.”

“W-what do you mean?” Abby asked, the color draining from her face.

“A club for girls who are different,” Endora said. She nodded to the spiral-bound book of drawings in Abby’s hand. “You know what I mean, right?”

Abby clutched her sketchbook to her chest, hugging it protectively. “N-no...”

“I’ve been alone my entire life,” Grace said in a soft, understanding voice, “because I’ve had to hide the fact that I’m a lesbian.” She looked at Endora lovingly and smiled. “Endora rescued me. In more ways than one.”

Endora lifted Grace’s hand to her lips and kissed it, then addressed Abby. “We’re looking for other girls like us, Abby. Lesbians, and bisexuals like myself. We want to form a community.”

“B-but ... why are you telling me?” Abby asked. “I’m not ... like that.”

Endora and Grace shared a quick look. “Forget about labels,” Endora said. “They’re stupid anyway. Let’s just say that it’s for girls who want to express their sexuality in ways that are different from the one way they tell us we should. Whatever that may be. If you’ve ever felt like you don’t fit inside the tiny little box society made for you, then this club is for you.”

“We want to be free to express ourselves,” Grace added. “That’s why we’re planning to come out together to the school. I’m tired of hiding who I am. But it’s scary. Having a community means we can support each other. That way, no matter what anyone else might think of us, we’ll always know we have each other.”

They waited for Abby to respond, but she was too shy or embarrassed to say anything more.

“I love your hair, by the way,” Endora said. “That cut is so cute on you.”

Abby nervously adjusted her bangs and gave her a weak smile. “Thanks,” she said in a small voice, then her smile faded. “My dad hates it. He says it makes me look like a boy.”

“Oh, sweetie...,” Grace said, reaching to caress her cheek. “That’s not true at all. You’re so pretty.”

Grace’s soft touch jolted the young girl and her face flushed. She looked down in embarrassment, but couldn’t keep the corners of her lips from quirking up. Grace looked at Endora.

“She is such a little cutie pie, I just want to adopt her!” she said with a melodic laugh.

Endora smiled, then lifted Abby’s chin. “We’re also thinking about getting our own room, too. A room just for girls like us.”

Abby’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Mm-hm. I figure there are at least a few more of us out there. My friend, Olivia, for one. I’m not sure how bi she is, but she’s at least a little, I think. She let me get her off one time.”

Abby’s jaw dropped and Grace whipped her head around.

“What?” she said, tightening her grip on Endora’s hand. “When was this?”

“A few days ago. It was before we started having sex.”

Abby’s jaw hit the floor. Grace noted the girl’s stunned reaction and cleared her throat.

“Maybe we should talk about this later,” she said under her breath, indicating Abby with flicking eyes.

“I don’t mind if she hears this,” Endora said, then turned to the freshman. “Does any of this bother you?”

“Uh-uh,” Abby said, shaking her head, her mouth still hanging open.

“See? She’s fine with it. Besides, if she moves in with us, she’s going to see us having sex anyway.”

“Endora!” Grace said with an appalled expression, then immediately lowered her voice. “That’s not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny. Having sex outdoors is fine right now, while it’s still warm, but it’s going to be winter soon.”

“Oh my god,” Grace said, her face blanching. She let go of Endora’s hand. “You are being serious.”

“Of course. What else would we do? Make her leave the room every time we wanted to have sex? She’d never be allowed in there.”

“Endora!”

“That makes sense to you, doesn’t it?” Endora asked Abby, but the freshman could only shrug her shoulders and give the tiniest affirmative nod.

Grace paced around the stall in a highly agitated state, fluffing up her hair and rubbing the back of her neck with her hands. “Endora, we never talked about that.”

“Are you saying you want to stop having sex?”

“No! I’m not ... Don’t put words in my mouth!”

“Then there’s no other way. Not unless you want to keep hiding.”

“No, I don’t want that either!” she said, sounding distraught. “I just...” She looked at Abby and closed her eyes, coughing out a frustrated gasp. “I just ... didn’t think it through.”

“Are you embarrassed by me?”

Grace’s eyes blazed. “That’s not fair! Stop trying to manipulate me!”

“I’m not. But if you don’t want to hide, and you’re not embarrassed by me, then what is it?”

The question pinned Grace to her spot. She looked at Abby and her eyebrows parted in frustration and fear, and she looked to be on the verge of tears.

“I don’t know...,” she whined. “I just don’t think I can do it.” She looked at Endora. “I’m sorry...”

Endora slowly elevated her eyebrows. “Oh, I see.” She nodded slowly. “I’m sorry too.”

“Wait,” Abby said, drawing their attention. “Are you ... breaking up?”

Endora and Grace looked at each other, and tears broke from Grace’s eyes. Endora sighed.

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“No!” Abby dropped her sketchbook and rushed forward, grabbing both their hands to try to push them together. “You can’t!” she said in near hysterics. “You have to stay together!”

Grace looked at the young girl and grimaced as more tears spilled down her cheeks.

“You’re the only girl couple I know,” Abby said, her lips trembling. She looked at Endora. “I want to be in your club. I don’t want to be alone anymore. But you have to stay together. You have to!”

Endora smiled at her and brushed her bangs back. Abby looked at Grace.

“I won’t watch. I swear,” she said in a panic, shaking her head. “I’ll look away, or I’ll leave. Whatever you want. Just don’t break up. Please!”

Grace’s expression softened and she looked at Endora, her eyes puffy and her cheeks wet. “I don’t want to be without you,” she said softly.

“I don’t want to be without you either.”

A cry escaped Grace’s lips and she kiss her. “I love you.”

“I know,” Endora said, caressing her face.

The relief and joy on Abby’s face made Grace laugh a little. She brushed the back of her hand over Abby’s cheek. “And you, little one...” She sighed. “I guess we’re just going to have to figure it out, won’t we?”

Abby bounced with happiness, then she inhaled sharply and opened her eyes wide. “Oh, wait a second! I think I might know who another one of us is!”

Endora turned up her lips. Us.

Charmagne was oddly specific about what time she wanted Mike to arrive at her house. Her accent was over-the-top thick when she told him, which meant she was thoroughly worked up and highly aroused by something, but she wouldn’t tell him what it was when he asked. Conveniently, she wanted him there late, which meant he had time for a quick dinner with Rachel, and the meal was delicious.

They opened with a light appetizer of sixty-nining, followed by a hearty entrée of vigorous fucking, and for dessert, a sumptuous blowjob. Rachel opted for a creamy load of cum as a digestif, which Mike thought was an excellent choice.

The golf cart was gone when it was time to go, which meant Charmagne must have taken it, and the long walk across campus made him realize just how quickly he’d grown accustomed to having it. As always, his eyes were drawn to the aurora overhead. Something else he’d grown accustomed to seeing every night. How much longer would they last? It wouldn’t be forever, but he planned to appreciate their beauty for as long as they did.

It felt weird to just walk into Charmagne’s house, but it felt even weirder to knock, for some reason. A needless formality given the times they now lived in. Candles were already lit, and the scent of recently cooked food lingered in the air. From the master suite, he heard the hiss of running water.

He checked his watch. He was about thirty minutes early, which was close enough in a world with so few clocks. He pulled off his shirt and headed down the hall, reeking of sex, and intent on joining her in the shower.