Chapter 22: I Have News

September 15, 2002, Chicago, Illinois

🎤 Birgit

On Sunday morning, after cuddling with Dad, I went up to my room to get ready for my date with Philip. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, then put on a plain cotton panty and bra set, a grey, knee-length skirt, a royal blue blouse, and ankle socks. I tied my hair back with a ribbon that matched my skirt, then went downstairs, put on my shoes, and left the house. I walked quickly along Woodlawn and turned onto Hyde Park Avenue. I saw Philip waiting, so I hurried up to him.

"Hi!" I said.

"Hi," Philip replied.

We went into Starbucks, and I repeated our orders from the previous Sunday and paid for both of them. The barista at the register poured Philip's coffee, handed it to him, and handed me the bag with two scones. We moved down the bar to wait for my hot chocolate with whipped cream, which was ready about two minutes later. I took my cup from the barista, and then Philip and I sat at the same table we'd sat at the previous Sunday.

I really wondered why he'd changed his mind, but I didn't want to say anything that would cause him to rethink meeting with me. I decided to keep the conversation as light as possible.

"Do you have any hobbies?" I asked. "Or things you like to do?"

"I play Magic: The Gathering, every Summer, I go to the Bristol Renaissance Faire, and I'm a member of the SCA — the Society for Creative Anachronism. I go to Pennsic every year, and I'm an expert in Rapier Combat."

I wanted to roll my eyes because those were such totally boy things to do, but he was, after all, a boy! But the Rapier Combat did sound interesting.

"Rapier Combat? Is that with actual swords?"

"Yes. I fight with an épée, the heaviest of the three modern fencing weapons. Of course, the edges are blunt, and the tip is covered with a leather guard. I also use a main-gauche, or parrying dagger. I use it in my left hand, which is actually what 'main-gauche' means."

"So you're not left-handed?" I asked with a silly smile.

Philip laughed, "And I'm not a Spaniard! My family is English and Irish."

"Mine is a mix of German, English, Dutch, French, and Irish. Do you win?"

"Yes. What do you do besides karate?"

"I just joined the photography club at school. Other than that, listen to music, hang out with friends, and that kind of stuff."

"What kind of music?"

"Mostly rock and pop from the '80s and earlier, but I like some current stuff. You?"

"Classical, plus heavy metal."

I couldn't help but laugh, "What a combo! What about books, movies, and TV?"

"Science fiction, but more 'hard' science fiction than things like Star Trek or Star Wars. I also really like high fantasy. And The Princess Bride, obviously. You?"

"Mysteries and thrillers. I've read all the Agatha Christie books, a bunch of Sherlock Holmes books, and books by John le Carré and Alistair MacLean."

"What did he write?" Philip asked.

"Guns of the Navarone, Ice Station Zebra, and Puppet on a Chain. I'm reading the Swedish translation of the last one, «Marionett i kedjor» now."

"You can read Swedish?"

"Yes," I replied. "My dad taught me to speak Swedish. He was an exchange student there, and I plan to go there for my Junior year. I've been there a few times, and we visited there this Summer. I've been to Russia, too."

"That's cool. I've only ever been to England to visit relatives, and that was when I was six."

"Did you play any sports in High School?"

"No. I was in the Drama Club and the Dungeons & Dragons Club."

"My brother Matthew is into drama, but he goes to Oswego High."

"I thought you lived in the city?"

"I do. My family situation is complicated."

"Your parents divorced?"

"No, but don't worry about it. It's just super complicated."

"Now you have me intrigued."

I'd basically walked right into having to discuss my family situation by mentioning that Matthew attended Oswego High. Now that I'd put my foot in it inadvertently, I had to say something. I decided to say the minimum I felt I could get away with.

"My dad has a unique set of relationships," I said. "He has seven kids by four women, and they're all on good terms with each other."

"Wow! Do you all live together? Well, I guess not your brother."

"Two of my brothers live with their mom and her boyfriend in the suburbs. The rest of us live in Kenwood."

"The women, too?"

"Yes. As I said, it's complicated, but we all love each other, and we're a very happy family."

"Your dad sounds like a cult leader!"

I giggled, "That's been said before! But he's not! You know he owns a computer software and consulting firm and is good friends with your professor, my Uncle Dave. Well, not my real uncle, like I said."

"How many are older or younger?"

"I have two older brothers, two younger brothers, and two younger sisters. We range from Junior in High School down to sixth grade. How about you?"

"A younger sister, who is a Junior in High School. What you said, last time, about your dad? You were telling the truth?"

"Absolutely. We could walk to my house, and you could ask him. He might ask you a few questions, but otherwise, I get to decide who I go out with. The same is true for my siblings. My dad believes kids should have maximum freedom and be treated as if they were adults. You told me you live on campus because your parents were too strict, so you know what I'm talking about."

"I do. My parents wouldn't let my sister date until she turned sixteen, and even then, they had to meet the boy and had to approve everywhere they were going. And if they didn't like anything about the guy, she was forbidden to see him."

"Did the same rules apply to you?"

"No."

"That's total BS!" I declared. "My dad has the same rules for all the kids, boys or girls. And the rules are pretty simple — no drugs, no drinking without permission, do our chores, keep the family calendar updated, and let them know where we're going. I wrote on the board in the kitchen I'd be at Starbucks. And yes, Dad knows I'm meeting you again."

"And how would you see this working?"

"You mean like dating? You ask me out, and we do stuff. I know I can't go to some places, but neither can you because the drinking age is twenty-one. And there are lots of movies we can see that are PG-13 or PG, or I can get discs from Netflix or watch them on HBO or Showtime. And there are plenty of things to do in Chicago!"

"You seem really mature, and you're gorgeous, but..."

"It's OK, Philip," I said, interrupting him. "Nobody will say anything. You said I look sixteen. Just take a chance on me! And, as I said, my mother does know! And my dad! Let me ask you this — have you ever met a girl like me?"

"There are college girls who aren't like you!" Philip declared.

I smiled, "That's no surprise! There is nobody like me!"

Philip laughed, "You're very sure of yourself!"

"Why shouldn't I be? I'm a young woman who is perfectly capable of taking care of myself and making good decisions. The government and society don't think so, but they are wrong!"

"Who are you?" Philip asked.

"I'm Birgit Elizabeth Adams! Modern, liberated young woman! That's who!"

"You can stop with the sales job! Would you like to go for burgers on Friday?"

"Yes! There's a good place across from the hospital close to here. Come by my house at 6:00pm on Friday so you can see I'm telling the truth about my parents."

"What's your address?"

I gave it to him, we finished our scones and drinks, then we left Starbucks. I said 'goodbye' and headed home.

🎤 Steve

"Good morning," I said to Antoinette when she arrived at the house at 9:00am.

"Hi!"

"Come in, and we'll go to my study."

She did, and I led her to my study, closing the door behind us. We sat side-by-side in two wingback chairs.

"Did you complete your assignment?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm here for a mindfuck and bodyfuck!"

"First two times you've said that word in your life, right?"

"Yes. Do I get to pick the order?"

"Ostensibly," I replied. "Tell me, and then defend your choice."

"Body first, then mind. We both want each other, and it'll be a distraction if we wait."

"So, just get it over with?" I asked.

"I know it sounded that way, but I didn't mean it that way. What I meant is that thinking about it will prevent me from focusing on the mentoring the way I should."

"I'll fulfill your request, but I would like you to answer two questions first — why now? why me?"

"I was close twice," Antoinette said. "The first time, when I was fifteen, but I was too scared to go through with it. The second time, about eight months ago, I was ready, but we were interrupted and didn't have a chance to be alone again because his mom had been reassigned. Those are the only two guys I've made out with, and I guess I'd call them both boyfriends. I think I've waited long enough.

"As for you, well, first, you come highly recommended by Holly, who had nothing but good things to say about you and about her experience with you. Second, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted someone experienced for my first time. Both the guys were also virgins, and I honestly think it makes sense for an experienced person to initiate an inexperienced person. I mean, sure, some people have religious views on that which differ, but I don't. Can I ask one question?"

"Of course."

"Was your first time with someone experienced?"

"Yes. I was fourteen, and she was twenty-three."

"Whoa!" Antoinette gasped. "Fourteen? Weren't you scared?"

"Nervous, but not scared."

"That was me the most recent time. I'm not nervous today!"

"And you've taken care of the prerequisite?"

"Yes. I had a clean STI test, and Holly said I didn't need to worry about birth control with you because you'd had a vasectomy."

She opened her shoulder purse, extracted a folded paper, and handed it to me. Her STI test was, as stated, clean, so I handed it back, and she put it away.

"We have about three hours for your initiation, and there's a room off the kitchen that used to be servants' quarters we can use."

"The room with the mirrors?" Antoinette asked with a sly smile.

"I'm not surprised Holly told you about that."

"I think it'll be cool being able to watch! And I want to be initiated exactly the same way Holly was! A complete bodyfuck before a complete mindfuck!"

I stood up, took Antoinette's hand, and led her from the study, then through the kitchen to the Playroom, closing the door to the kitchen behind us and locking it. In the bedroom, I took down the suspended cloth that covered the mirror, then turned to Antoinette.

"Any last words as a virgin?" I asked with a silly smile.

Antoinette laughed, "None!"

"And you're positive about wanting to do everything Holly did?"

"Yes, though I'm not sure my boobs are big enough for the one thing you guys did."

"I'd have to examine them closely to be sure," I replied with a silly smile.

Antoinette smiled and quickly pulled her T-shirt over her head, then removed her pink cotton bra. Her breasts were perfectly round, capped by bright pink nipples, but they were small, which was what I preferred, though that did interfere with her request.

"Gorgeous," I observed.

"But too small for that, right?"

"Yes."

"Holly said it was so cool when you came on her face. Could you do that?"

"Pretty much anything is possible," I replied.

"I think you have on too many clothes!" Antoinette declared.

"So do you!"

"Less than you do!" she retorted.

She unbuttoned her jeans and removed them as I began to undress. A minute later, we were both completely naked, and I admired her sexy body, complete with wispy strawberry-blonde pubic hair, plump labia, and toned muscles. I held out my arms, and Antoinette stepped into them. She pressed her body against mine, and we exchanged a soft French kiss.

"Now you get to be the lucky recipient of my first-ever blowjob!" Antoinette declared.

"Bed or loveseat?"

"Bed, so you can watch in the mirror!"

I pulled down the duvet, got into the bed, and adjusted the pillows so I could lean against the headboard and watch either directly or in the mirror. Antoinette got into bed with me and positioned herself so her head was at my groin. I watched in the mirror. She gently grasped my semi-flaccid shaft and planted a kiss on my glans. After a second kiss, she made two circles around my glans with her tongue, then kissed the base of my shaft and ran her tongue up to my glans, which was enough to bring me fully erect.

Antoinette took my glans into her mouth, swirled her tongue, sucked gently, and proceeded to give me a slow, sensual blowjob. She appeared to be in no rush, and I certainly wasn't, enjoying the pleasure she was providing with her soft mouth. I knew she intended me to cum when she began gently stroking my shaft with her hand, bringing me closer and closer to release. She achieved our shared goal, and I groaned as my shaft pulsed and my cum spurted into Antoinette's mouth as she sucked softly and ran her tongue around my glans.

After the last pulse, Antoinette released me and moved up next to me. I put my hand under her chin, touched my lips to hers, then pressed my tongue into her mouth to discover she hadn't swallowed. Having had numerous girls do that before, I didn't let it bother me and enthusiastically kissed her, our tongues tangling for several minutes.

"How did I do?" she asked when we broke the kiss.

"Perfect," I replied.

Antoinette smiled, "Then it's time for you to kiss me all over, lick me, and then provide the longest, gentlest, most sensual first time possible."

"Your wish is my command!"

🎤 Stephie

"Remember," Yuriko said as we drank green tea in the kitchen. "It's not about being selfish, mean, or convincing a man to do something not in his best interest. It's about ensuring he is the best man he can possibly be."

"I thought it was about getting them to do what you wanted!" I protested.

"It is, but you should never want anything that is not in his best interests or in your interests as a couple."

"But how is that getting what I want?!"

"Because what you actually want is for you and your man to be happy together, to be successful in life, and to enjoy the benefits of being a couple!"

"But I thought it was getting them to do what I want!"

"Nobody will be your slave, Stephie, no matter how expert you become at the art of love! You have to think about what is in both your interests, not just your own. Then what I am teaching you will help you achieve your true goals."

"My true goals?" I asked.

"You want your black belt, right?"

"Yes, of course."

"And to go to college and have a career?"

"Yes."

"And then marry Nicholas and have children with him?"

"Maybe."

Yuriko smiled, "In this case, I believe 'maybe' means 'yes'! May I tell you another secret?"

"I suppose."

"To keep a man happy, you need to let him do the things that make him happy but which do no harm to you or your relationship. Hiro-sama would maintain bonsai trees; Hideki-sama carves wood; your dad plays poker; Nicholas plays video games."

"But that's the problem! He would rather play video games than be with me!"

"Are you sure about that?" Yuriko asked. "Or did you force him to choose?"

I didn't say anything because she was right — I had forced Nicholas to choose, and he chose wrong!

"How old is Nicholas?" Yuriko asked.

"Thirteen," I replied.

"Perhaps he has not started his change of life in a way which makes him interested in love. That makes his video games more interesting, for now. That will change soon!"

"You're sure?"

Yuriko smiled, "I'm positive."

🎤 Steve

Antoinette tasted wonderful, and I very much enjoyed pleasuring her with my lips and tongue, but both she and I obviously wanted what was next, so after she had a single orgasm, I moved on top of her and lodged my glans against the slick, plump labia.

"Gentle," she whispered.

I smiled, kissed her, and carefully pushed my hips forward.

"Oh!" Antoinette gasped as my glans split her labia.

Antoinette spread her knees wide and put her heels on my upper thighs, and with three gentle thrusts, I buried myself inside her tight, silky tunnel. I waited, looking into Antoinette's eyes, and after about a minute, she flexed her hips. That was my signal to begin, so I lowered myself onto her body, then began thrusting slowly in and out, grinding against her mons each time I was fully embedded.

"Jesus," she breathed.

I smiled and kissed her, our tongues tangling as our bodies moved in slow motion. Over the next ten minutes, Antoinette had a series of small orgasms, then a much larger one, her tight tunnel spasming hard around my shaft, creating even more delicious friction. That orgasm was followed by another series of small ones, reminding me of my time with Jennifer, another gorgeous strawberry blonde. After the third series of small orgasms, I allowed my own pleasure to build, and when Antoinette had her bigger orgasm, it brought me over the edge, and I pushed in as deeply as I could as jets of my cum spurted into her spasming pussy.

"Wow!" she gasped when our orgasms had passed.

I kissed Antoinette once more, gently pulled out, and slid down to plunge my tongue between her labia, sucking on her clit, and teasing her to an additional orgasm, before moving up to French kiss her once more. I moved next to her, and she turned to snuggle close to me. I waited for her breathing to return to normal before I spoke.