Chapter 16

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Wow, what a way to start a day! Danni’d energized me and filled me with excitement and it lasted through homeroom. Mr. Mesrobian strode to his lectern and filled the room with his baritone:

“Overture, curtain, lights
This is it, we’ll hit the heights
And oh, what heights we’ll hit!
On with the show. This is it!”

I thought I’d heard that before, but I had no idea where.

“Gentlefolk, the final! three! days! of this year’s instruction! I urge you to keep the pressure on.

“Learning to recognize those places where preparation meets opportunity, resulting in success, is a life skill. You have an opportunity - to excel, to exceed. You have the preparation as shown by your current efforts.

“SEIZE IT!

“Whoof.” Amusement.

“I am not ‘distributing taffy’. Gentlefolk, it is easy to see exams as a dreary finalé. I urge you, I beseech you - look at them as those chances one is offered to gather and solidify the results you have had thus far in the year.

“The next increment of effort has the possibility of boosting your future success by a far larger increment. Please take it. Finish strong, finish hard and implacable. Win!

“Anything for the record, comments, questions?”

Silence.

“WIN!”

Kyche touched my hand as I was leaving the room. “I’m gonna WIN!” “Then we both win, Kyche!” I said. They squeezed me, let go, we got on with things.

Post-exam class. Mr. Moss asked “Now that we are, in essence, off the books, any comments?” Hal raised his hand. A little smile was on Mr. Moss’ lips. “Mr. Harris?” “Weird ideas are useful.” As it usually happened with one of Hal’s comments, the place erupted and we had a delightful class experience. Leave it to Hal to put it all in such a nut.

Dr. Green’s class - finished - so Bang-ja and I went out to the glades. She felt calm, centered to me. “Things are so much better now!” “They are, yet we have to redouble our caution. Leading anyone to one of us leads them to all.”

She nodded. “Appalling, or something, to have that kind of responsibility.” “Yup.” “Weirder that it feels necessary, now.” “And I’m more and more concerned that your idea of things getting fucked into us is gaining plausibility. An expanding wave of strange abilities is not good, for it’s as Auntie said to me: people get paid to report ripples, and if they’re like a rock thrown into calm water, those ripples have a center. Isn’t it fun to find the downside of something so lovely?”

“Better us than a TLA.” “Yeah.” “Will you be coming - with or without your ‘rents - to dinner on L1/4?” “Elizabeth and I wouldn’t miss it. Diana needs to receive, unfortunately, a set of fictions and that’s where we are a bit lost.” “Ask Auntie Sumi.” “Elizabeth already has, but it has to be set up carefully. The Aunties can and will figure it out: of that she’s just about certain.”

This state of affairs was pleasant. Bang-ja and I walked into the cafeteria and once we had the - frutti di mare, yes, they were trying to make us forget the stuffed cabbages, we searched for Ali and Beck. No luck, we might have been early so we got a four-place. I looked around and saw neither Danni nor Kyche.

Bang-ja affirmed and I echoed; we sat and started in. Mussels and clams and saffron; done nicely, and we were making polite non-sensitive conversation when an individual interrupted. “I am Ruddwool Peffifoss.” “Then”, I said, “please disappear. You’re already in trouble with CIT for harassing comms. We have not, nor shall we ever be, introduced. Do not contact me again. Leave.” They reddened and left.

“What the actual fuck, Ash?” “Asked for a date. No introduction. No permissions. Nothing about them. Just ‘we could have fun’.” Bang-ja made a nasty little scrunchy face. “They go away, those CIT sanctions bite.” “Auntie warned me about presumption. It needs to be shut down in all cases. I have my head metaphorically on a swivel.” “Yes, Beck and I had an ... interval where we were fending off clowns who thought we’d fall in love with their weenies.” “Pressure?” “No, humor. You know me and Beck, deeply.” After a second I nodded. Good thing they thought -certain- weenies were OK.

We still hadn’t spotted Ali or Beck, so we headed out to the glades only to find them far, far into a PDA. It wouldn’t be pleasant if they were discovered so Bang-ja and I casually resolved to cover for them. I spotted Gary Yakovlev at two hundred meters and Bang-ja and I started making a lot of noise, throwing a pine cone back and forth. Ash looked up. “Yak!” hissed Bang-ja, and they and we were having a nice calm chat by the time Mr. Yakovlev got within his visual range. He nodded briefly at me, yet I could swear the corners of his eyes were crinkling.

We headed back before the warning chime, and I went to my comp. geom. class. I wasn’t that far out of it and my approaches seemed acceptable though I’d accept ‘clumsy’, not being enamored of elegant code, but rather elegant math. At least I got through the exam without drawing any blanks.

And drama. We were fooling around with a ‘Whose Line Is It Anyway’ sketch when a gentleperson I didn’t know made it so their voice was coming from Slade’s crotch - with multiple entendres - and no one could do anything useful after that.

Kyche knew my tang soo do class was not happening now so they met me at the fountain and we walked together off the grounds, whereupon they grabbed me with both hands on my upper arm. “You sent a transit already, but woman, you won’t need much of it.” “Ah, Kyche, you know I am going to lick your toes first...” “Noooo...” “You promised. I gave you what you wanted. This afternoon I’m giving you what your body wants.”

They quieted and a subtle vibration suffused them. The play had already started and I was quite sure where this scene would end, but the next would be difficult and that excited me as well. They were two distracted people Simon arrived to pick up in the beautiful blue car. He greeted me as ‘Ms. Boakye’ and I knew Kyche picked up the thrill I got from that. Kyche opened the door, I entered the machine politely and scooted over, then they got in and snuggled up.

I was, um, involved with Kyche - they teasing my nipples and muttering at the edge of my hearing - so I only gradually noticed this wasn’t the way to their house. “Ash, we are staying in Fort Ross tonight. You have nothing to study for. You have one exam on Friday. I am kidnapping my girlfriend, whom I wish to play with until she squeaks when she walks. Your mom, your Auntie and your father - though grudgingly - have signed off. You will be back tomorrow by 1400. Ride with me, ride me, girl.”

I thought it incredibly sweet, and I knew Kyche to the point I’d never get worried about this, so I said “Apart from the need for a play room, so I can fix you down properly and lick your toes, I see nothing amiss here.” “Handled, though I’d rather top you all night. After all, I agreed.”

Fort Ross is about a hundred klicks from San Hip and it’s on a famously twisty section of the Pacific Coast Highway north of Tomales Bay. Simon drove as though we were precious eggs or jewels and didn’t send his machine into more than a couple drifts as he navigated the sun-lit, tight corners and switchbacks. We passed tiny settlements and farms and had the Pacific on our left below the crags the road was perched upon. It was a trip I’d been on before but never had I felt more secure. Serge tends to attack roads in his car and one time out here I’d had to put the window down to vomit and not make a mess of the interior but Simon drove briskly yet without drama. Simon turned onto a gravel driveway and maybe fifty or sixty meters of that led to a house, built of glowing heart redwood more than a century ago. Its cochère lights came on and welcomed us.

Simon helped us bring in Kyche’s luggage and my transit. They said “foolish girl, I’m keeping you naked.” “Toys. Bound Kyche. Slow.”

Another little thrill and I knew they were moistening, odd, this was Kyche and I would have to be observant of what they might have picked up, or been fucked into knowing like the non-contact thing Beck and I had, or the contact one among us. Was I observing or sensing?

That felt weird. The idea I might be fucking wild responses and abilities into my friends bothered me; were any of these really consensual? Was I being horrible or abusive? I hadn’t had complaints, but were my friends free or was I doing ... something ... nonconsensual? I supposed I’d know more at the L1/4 meeting.

Simon was arranging food in the refrigerator and on a shelf. “Mx. Alara wishes me to leave you and to return at noon tomorrow. Dinner’s on the two of you.” I nodded. “I’ll miss your cooking and presence but Kyche and I should learn our kitchen dance anyway.” “Thank you, Ms. Boakye, it’s a pleasure having you at table.”

Kyche was rumbling around somewhere, dragging things and banging the lids of their luggage. They came and took my hand. “Thank you, Simon, I hope you have as much fun as we shall.” “I am sure of it, Mx. Alara.” “Then until noon tomorrow please indulge yourself.” “Thank you, Mx. Alara.” He turned, and half a minute later the big old car purred out of the driveway and the low note of its engine increased as he gained speed on his way north.

This wasn’t exactly a heavily traveled road and the quiet was delicious. Kyche took off their uniform and I took off mine. “Here we are, Ash, almost eighteen hours, I might let you get a couple hours’ sleep but you’re mine, after you play with my toes.” They stepped up and stroked my nipples lightly, which promptly erected as did my clit. “Much better. I want us to get closer before you tease me.”

They led me out to a deck at the back of the house, which like all truly well-appointed decks featured poofy furniture, a hot tub, ceiling fans, a stocks, a bondage bench and a wet bar. Kyche showed me how to make Negronis and we took them back to a long wicker couch with cushions in a floral pattern. They patted where they wanted me to sit and then they sat in my lap and looked in my eyes. “Remember how I said I’d wanted you, very much, two years ago?” I nodded. “I’m going to prove it. I’ve only waited 713 days. I mean business, girl.”

I kissed them. I liked their wetness, their surprising softness given their rigorous gymnastics training, the look of their nipples in the falling light, the taste of their mouth... “No, girl, I know you’ll trap me like that. Just a little, sweet, kiss.” I obliged. Still delicious but too short from my point of view.

Kyche has features I admire, pretty green-grey eyes, tight muscular body and I felt a ‘this is Kyche’ feeling, knowing them and their body and their sense of themself and they planted their lips on mine. After their first orgasm they said “into the play room with us, I am filled with anticipation and fear.” “I will not hurt you even a little, Kyche.” “That’s what I fear.”

They led me into this house’s play space. A bit IKEA but functional, all blond wood against the dark panelling and slightly cushioned black floor.

“Kyche, I am going to bind you on this table, then I am going to please your body. I’ll use my hair, teeth, breath, eye-lashes as you taught me; lips, mouth, cock, fingers and tongue as I know. No toys this time, just your body and mine.” I saw or felt their excitement increase: dilated pupils, pussy becoming more pink, hesitancy in their motions, and I sought to dispel their agitation. “Nothing to it, dear heart, just a little play.”

I strapped them down to the table, supine and legs widely spread, petting them frequently as the pulse in their neck and wrists increased, and began once again with their big toes. I felt them trying to hide their arousal, and made it plain they couldn’t do that. “Please, Ash, it’s so soft!” “It is soft, Kyche, it will remain that soft.” They shuddered and I painstakingly caressed every square millimeter of their feet.

They tried to cum, once, and I told them “you might be allowed to cum, when I wish. I know you, Kyche, much better than I understood.” They did a single rapid in-draw of their breath and I started afresh.

They began pleading: “oh, please, Ash, it’s so ... difficult.” “It is difficult, Kyche, and you will wait to cum until I permit it.” “Ooooh.”

It wasn’t until then that I knew I could possess them, and I decided since they made me want to be their girlfriend, it was fair that I would make them want to be my man-whore.

Ten minutes or so later, they were begging. “Next time I make you my man-whore I will gag you, Kyche, with a thick cock gag, and I will make the scene far longer.” I touched their clit jewelry with my tongue and they froze. “Cum, Kyche.”

They forgot to make their vocal cords work and did a long exhalation and then they were inert. Taking cues from Danni I started counting down, this was one of those thingummycopes and I was frightened. I called Danni! In the middle of a scene!

“Danni, syncope, timing?” “Four minutes, then call 7700.” “Thanks.” “Can’t wait to hear the story.”

And it was three minutes and seventeen ticks until Kyche fluttered their eyes. I climbed atop them. “KO’d, boyfriend, round goes to Ash.” They whispered “kiss me, Ash?” “This was a physiological event. You will lie there, I’m guarding you. You are, to the best of my knowledge, safe as long as you remain quiet for ten more minutes.” “But ... but... “ “My friend watched me through one of those. Without them I might not have lived. They taught me. I am teaching you now. We let you recover, precious man-whore (they twitched) and then we see if it’s time to play.” I kissed their ears, neck, eyes, nose, forehead; stroked their hair and arms and neck, and I sang them a little song about how they were the most delightful man-whore ever.