Chapter 3

Early on a Friday morning I finally took Pat and Julie outside to acquaint them with the 'great outdoors'. I stressed to them over and over that they were to remain hidden inside my shirt. Their heads peeked out of my collar while their twirling eyes took in all the new sights and smells.

Before we went outside I had reinforced the feelings of safety and comfort of the indoors, and in particular the safety of my bedroom. I did my utmost to convey that my bedroom was a haven to return to in case of any danger. I looked all around my room and thought calm, reassuring thought and feelings. I don't know that they understood a word as I spoke of that safety in reassuring tones.

The first test happened at the end of my driveway. My neighbor's black Labrador retriever obliged by running toward me and barking. I felt a small thrill of fear (I know he wants to lick me to death) and found myself unladen before I could swallow. I patted Rufus on his bristly head and returned to the house.

As I'd hoped, Pat and Julie were on the master bed, wings spread and eyes swirling red in alarm. I gathered them to me and spoke softly, once again thinking calm, reassuring thoughts and images. Eventually, they calmed, and their eyes were a slower green swirl. Tucking them under my shirt again, we returned outside to nature.

This time I avoided Rufus and circled the house instead. In the back yard, the squirrels were racing up and down the pines, and two heads watched intently. I flash-forwarded to a recurring image of nine teens surrounding me while their fire-lizards watched Pat or Julie blooding a squirrel.

I shook that thought off. It would as likely be a field mouse as a squirrel - the squirrels had had ample practice avoiding capture from the neighborhood cats. Except that the squirrels were semi-permanent residents hereabouts, and had never fended off a fire-lizard. And I had never fended off willing, eager teenagers.

Which, as the first creelings of hunger came from my pair, brought me to the immediate problem of Elaine. So, as a mature adult, I postponed that problem a little longer. We returned inside and I prepared breakfast, letting the girls share a slice of toast while I broiled a pound of bacon and cracked eggs for omelettes. Jay came to the table via the refrigerator, where she snagged a quart of orange juice.

While Jay competed with Pat and Julie for the lion's share of the bacon and eggs, I tried to shield my thoughts. Tonight was two weeks since Elaine's sleepover and I had told Jay to invite Elaine and any of the other girls again. I'll admit to a fear that what had happened with Elaine might happen as well with the others. I'll admit that there was some thrill at the thought, too.

But I had some other thoughts that led to a hypothesis which needed testing. Elaine was performing her own tests, and I was... less than pleased. That night two weeks ago had demonstrated that Elaine and I, through our fire lizards, shared any intense feelings and emotions. In the two weeks since that night, I had been inhibited from, shall we say, mastering my domain. Shit, let's call it what it is; I hadn't beat off in two weeks.

But I was in no danger of losing my libido, or lacking for satisfaction. Elaine had apparently had no such inhibitions. When her bedtime corresponded to my wake-up time, I had no complaints at awakening to a throbbing erection. It was a good deal less convenient if she went for an encore while I was commuting to work or while I was trying to get a turnover from the off-going shift, which happened half the time. I had excused myself with stomach cramps each time. The boys at work were convinced I was getting ulcers.

I could tell that her alarm woke her at six for school, because shortly afterwards, so did my cock. At least at that hour, I was alone in the power plant and could plan to be in the rest room.

I shared other strong emotions as well. When I awoke from my daytime sleep shortly after going to bed, consumed in overwhelming anger (which Pat and Julie echoed with orange swirling eyes), Jay confirmed with a phone call that Elaine and her little brother had had a fight. On another morning, just before shift's end, I clung to a handrail on the catwalk above the boilers quivering with unnamed terror. Jay reported that the brakes of Elaine's schoolbus had failed when approaching an occupied rail crossing. Thankfully, the emergency brakes had worked.

On Monday, I had given Jay a note to pass to Elaine:

Dear Elaine,

I think we need to discuss the phenomenom face to face. I told Jay to invite you this weekend. In the meantime, could you please restrain yourself? Some activities should be performed at a less inconvenient hour.

Affectionately,

Mr. B.

Since Monday night, I had orgasmed every day at 6 AM, 4:30PM, again at 10:00PM, and finally some time between then and midnight. She must have been alone most of Monday evening, since I got very little sleep before work. At least I was off Wednesday night, when she was suffering from insomnia.

This morning, since I once again had Friday off, I planned to teach her a lesson. My day had started with the usual erection, and I had not only resisted this time, I had taken a very cold shower. I suspect Elaine went to school somewhat frustrated.

Jay pecked my cheek and was off to her bus stop. I started the after-breakfast anointing of my ladies with Oil of Olay with one eye on the clock. I knew the block scheduling for classes this year and had planned a little payback. Instead of six 50 minute periods and a 40 minute lunch, this year the county high school lengthened classes to an hour and 45 minutes and provided two lunch periods, alternating subjects. Elaine had classes first and second block and ate second lunch.

School started at 8:15. Homeroom ended at 8:30. Elaine's first class began at 8:40, and so did I. With Pat on my left shoulder, and Julie on my right, both tucked in and sleeping, I called up an erotic story on the computer. Next to me was a bowl of cold water and a washcloth. I selected an erotic website, set a story on slow scroll, and added a little more Oil of Olay to my hands after lowering my zipper and fishing out my flaccid cock.

The story was arousing. A nice Catholic kid loses his parents and moves in with a foster family, an attractive mother and two teenage girls. The older girl is a cheerleader who takes their mutual virginity and sets him up to take the virginity of the rest of the cheerleading squad. It got me erect and I took care to stay just at the edge - watching the clock helped. Picturing Elaine squirming in her seat waiting for the bell to ring so she could rush to the girls' room almost put me over the edge, and I had to think baseball to back off. I was as stiff as a bat.

I paused the scrolling a few minutes before the end of her first class and tried to clear my mind. I could tell the instant Elaine reached a stall in the rest room, however, and that was my cue to dunk a washcloth and apply it to the affected area. I gasped as my erection shrank. Poor Elaine.

I was still limp when the clock said Elaine's second class started. I started scrolling and rubbing again, seeking the edge once more. Holding off satisfaction was a more difficult tightrope walk this time. I suspected Elaine was wiggling one crossed leg, trying to get enough stimulation. Maintaining this level without going over was beginning to be painful. Every now and then, Pat or Julie would pen barely hooded eyes, swirling in a slight amber tinged shade of green. I maintained the stimulation right through the end of her class into her lunch period.

The phone rang. As I expected, caller ID displayed the number of the pay phone in the cafeteria. I answered, "Hello, Elaine."

"You win. You've made your point and I'm sorry," she said breathlessly. "I won't do it again."

"You sound like you're out of breath," I gloated.

"You're driving me crazy," she whispered fiercely. "If I go to the rest room, are you going to hit yourself with a hammer again, or whatever you've been doing?"

"No. But you'd better hurry because..." The phone clicked off and a dialtone filled my ear. I grabbed a kleenex and chuckled.

I leaned back and waited. It must have taken ten minutes for her to get an empty stall. Ten minutes while I tried to get even closer to the brink without going over. At the first hint of external stimulation, I let myself go. And go. The male orgasm isn't meant to come so long, and I began to wonder if there was a reverse side to blue balls.

Finally, the climax ended, but the stimulation didn't, and neither did my erection, something that hadn't happened to me in at least a dozen years. I needed more lotion. I needed more air. Then I just needed more. I passed out from the intensity of the pleasure.

I awoke to the phone ringing again. Same number on the caller ID. "Hello?" It might be Jay.

"Wow. That was... wow. Thank you so much. I'll see you later, okay? Wow." She hung up.

I woke up from a short nap around 5 o'clock. Jay's bus generally drops her off at half past four, so hers had to be one of the female voices chattering away down the hallway. Interwoven with the feminine voices was the higher pitched warbling of an indeterminate number of fire lizards. Julie and Pat were absent from my neck and shoulders.

One of the girls shrieked and I wasn't surprised to find Pat, Julie, and Zander flitting above my bed, eyes swirling in alarm. When Pat and Julie dropped quickly to my chest, Zander dropped to the bed by my head. I talked to them all softly, scratching behind eye ridges, until the swirling changed back to green. Zander accepted my touch as readily as my girls, and soon all three were curled on my chest. I almost dropped back to sleep myself.

There was a light tap on my door, and Jay opened it a crack. Seeing that I was dressed and above the spread, she turned and whispered something, then she and Elaine entered and collected the limp flits. Elaine had a bemused look on her face. "What's the matter, Elaine?"

"All the others' fire lizards returned to their homes. Zander went to you," she whispered.

"I find that very flattering," I whispered back. "Why do you suppose he chose here instead of your house?"

"I don't know. I did what you suggested, I pictured my room as a safe place and all. Maybe that got undermined a little when my little brother or my parents knocked on my door and startled me. Or maybe he just followed Pat and Julie. I can tell he likes them."

"Well, he's welcome here any time," I said, and my subconscious supplied silently, "and so are you." I really didn't want thoughts like that coming without my conscious involved. Besides the obvious jailbait issue, there was the whole age difference thing. Sooner or later, Elaine would find someone her own age, and we needed to discuss that and the fact that I would know when he reached each base, and would be embarrassingly aware of the day he stole home.

And if I started dating, a teenager would know every time I was aroused. I'm not so old that a women bending over, a silhouette of a breast, a glimpse of cleavage didn't stir my interest. Unless Pat and Julie learned a lot more control and circumspection, I would have to learn to be both a voyeur and an exhibitionist. Even now, as the girls carried our fair back to the living room and the hallway light exposed the gap between Elaine's thighs through her demure knee length skirt...