Chapter 3

I felt like I needed a shower when we got home, so I took a quick one while Bonnie closed up the house. When I went into Bonnie's bedroom, our bedroom now, Beth was laying on the bed, under the covers. As I walked toward the bed, she threw the covers off and held up her arms to me.

None of us had been wearing clothing to bed for the last couple of weeks. We had done a lot of naked cuddling and some great oral sex, but hadn't taken the big step. I climbed in next to her, and we held each other for a while.

I gently kissed her and told her she shouldn't worry about being too rough with the asshole tonight. "Whether you read his thoughts or not, he is a piece of shit. You could tell it by looking into his eyes. Even when he was smiling at you, his eyes were cold."

"I know. It just kind of scares me that I have that much violence inside me, ready to erupt."

"Who erupted? I sure hope he hasn't errupted yet. I have plans for him tonight," Bonnie said as she walked toward the bed.

She was wearing a very sexy nighty. It was black and nearly transparent, with solid patches discretely covering her more interesting places. "My, my, getting modest are we? That is a very sexy outfit, Bonnie," I told her.

"No, I'm not being modest," Bonnie told me, then kissed me with as much passion as I've ever felt in either life. "I just thought you might like to take it off me."

It was fun. We kissed and cuddled, with me in the middle. I had an erection that would have cut diamonds. Bonnie moved down as if she were going to take me in her mouth, but then swung her leg across me. She rubbed the head of my cock up and down through her pussy, then looked me in the eye and asked, "Are you ready for the next step?"

"Oh God, yes!" I moaned. We had all known it was going to happen, but we had all been waiting until we were really comfortable with the idea. I guess Bonnie was comfortable, I know I was.

Bonnie positioned me at her opening, then looked me in the eye. I nodded and she started lowering herself on me. When the head of my cock popped into her very warm, very wet vagina, I thought I'd gone to heaven.

Beth was watching her mother and I, a little surprised, but a lot turned on. "Beth, my sweet, sexy sister, would you please make my most erotic dream come true and put your beautiful pussy on my mouth. I want to make love to you while you watch Bonnie and me."

Beth smiled, then kissed me with as much passion as Bonnie had shown before. When we broke the kiss, she moved up then brought her leg across me as she faced the junction of mine and Bonnie's bodies. Her sweet pussy was only inches from my face, so I took hold of her thighs and pulled her down so my tongue could taste her center.

I wish I could say I lasted for hours, but my overcharged sixteen year old body and my highly stimulated fifty-eight year old brain reacted and I was pumping Bonnie full in less than a minute.

Thanks to my sixteen year old body, I remained hard, and Bonnie never even slowed down. I know Beth had at least four orgasms before we fell exhausted onto the bed. I have no idea how many Bonnie had, but for the last several minutes she was riding me, she was in an almost constant state of orgasm. I had cum three times before Bonnie finally pulled off me.

God, what a night! What a week! What a summer! What a life!!!

From that night on, we completely lost all of our inhibitions. We rarely wore clothes when we were home and even bathrooms were shared. Two days later, Beth gave me her cherry while Bonnie held her hand and kissed her eyes. It was one of the most loving things I had ever experienced.

The day after Beth and I made love, Bonnie told me she thought it was time to get me a car. I hadn't minded going everywhere with Bonnie, but she insisted. "Do I have a drivers license?" I asked her.

"You most certainly do. You took Drivers Ed last year, got an 'A' in the course, and passed your driver's exam on the first try. What kind of car would you like?"

"Well, I know it's expensive, but I really like the Chevy Suburban."

"What? No muscle car? I'd have figured you for a Camaro."

"Mike would have probably liked the Camaro, but I'm thinking about the three of us camping and maybe taking some long trips together, so I'd prefer the Suburban."

So, that's what we got. If was fully decked out and I got the trailer towing package which included an oil cooler and a transmission cooler as well as a heavy duty transmission and rear end. As we left the lot, Bonnie grinned at me and said, "I'll bet I know what our next major purchase will be."

I just grinned back and said, "I guess you should start shopping then."

"What are you guys talking about?" Beth asked, looking confused.

"I think Mike is thinking of a travel trailer," Bonnie told her. "It would be nice, and Mike got them to install some kind of thing that changes the car electricity into the type of electricity that can be used in a house or travel trailer, so we could go anywhere and still have all the comforts of home. He even got an oversized fuel tank for the Suburban so we could let it run all night if we needed air conditioning."

"Wow! That'd be cool. Wouldn't it be nice to find a place we could park the trailer with no one else around? We could run naked through the fields."

"Yeah, and run back to the trailer when the mosquitos tried to carry you away," I laughed.

School was about to start and I was looking forward to it with mixed emotions. High school had not been particularly nice the first time through. I had been a slightly over weight nerd from a poor family. I was sure this time through would be a lot different.

We'd had a lot of free time this summer, and so we all started to work out and run. Dad had quite a bit of exercise equipment that he had never really used. It was in a nice carpeted area in the basement and with a little bit of work, we had it set up to work for us.

We also started running. Damn, the first time we went out for a run, I was panting by the end of the first block and had a stitch in my side by the middle of the second. Bonnie and Beth were in a little better shape, but still needed a lot of work. We kept at it, and by the end of summer, we were running six miles and feeling good when we finished.

I used a lot of free weights and Beth and Bonnie worked more on tightening their stomachs and in toning their legs. I hate to say it, but Beth and I looked and felt like someone out of Body Beautiful when we walked in to school that first day. I was a Junior and Beth was a Sophomore.

We had done a lot of talking during the summer about our relationship and the need to keep it secret. Bonnie said that Beth and I both needed to date other people. Neither of us were for it, me especially. The thought of another guy kissing my Beth about drove me crazy.

Beth was a little easier about it, I guess because she was already sharing me with Bonnie. We finally agreed to dating, but neither of us were really happy with it. "Just because you go out with someone doesn't mean you have to screw them," Bonnie told us.

**** Tuesday, September 7, 1976 ****

One of the first people we ran into that first day of school was Shiela Hansen. When we saw this buxom cheerleader type coming toward us, Beth said, "Ut oh. That's Shiela Hansen, your old girlfriend. Careful Bro, she's a shark."

"Oh hi, Mike," Shiela said, totally ignoring Beth. "It's good to see you. I'm mad at you though," she said with a pout. "You didn't call me once the whole summer. I was afraid you didn't like me anymore."

By now she had her hands around my upper arm, stroking my muscle and smiling. "Well, actually you're right, Shiela. I don't like you anymore. I was in the hospital for two weeks and you never came in once. I was an invalid at home and you never called. You are a shallow person, Shiela and I really would appreciate it if you'd let go my arm."

Shiela stepped back. I don't think she'd have been any more shocked if I'd hit her. Beth giggled, and I looked at her and said, "Shark, huh. More like a guppy."

Beth broke up, laughing her ass off. Shiela had no idea what was going on, but she definitely knew we were laughing at her. Her face got the darkest shade of red I'd ever seen on a human being. I could see she was thinking of what she could do to make herself look the best. She drew back her hand and started to slap me.

Beth grabbed her hand in mid swing and held it there. She stepped close to Shiela and said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "Shiela, you are a piece of shit. Mike would have let you get away with slapping him because you are a girl. I won't let that happen. It wouldn't bother me a bit to put you in the hospital so you can see how many people come to visit you. Do I make myself clear?"

Shiela nodded, and Beth let go of her wrist. Beth just stared at her and you could see that Shiela was completely stunned. Finally she just turned and walked away, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks.

I gave Beth a quick hug and we both headed off to our home rooms.

I was signed up for Biology, Chemistry, Trig, Government and English. Biology, Chemistry, and Trig were Monday, Wednesday and Friday classes. On Tuesday and Thursday I had Government, English, and Chemistry Lab. It was an aggressive schedule, but one I felt I could handle.

By the end of the week, I was bored out of my mind. In my previous life, I had dual degrees in Chemical and Electrical Engineering. High school Chemistry for me was like going back to first grade to learn my ABCs. Trig was just as bad, because of all the math I'd had in getting my engineering degrees.

Government class was taught by a guy who was really a Physical Education teacher. He made an already dull class into something that was as dry as cardboard. Biology was interesting because I hadn't taken any Biology classes in forty-two years.

The class I enjoyed most was English. It was mostly a composition class, and the teacher, Mrs. Barnes allowed us a lot of leeway in how we interpreted our assigned topics. When I received my first paper back from her marked "A+" I was almost as excited as a high school student should be.

I talked to Bonnie about my boredom problem and she asked if there was any way I could test out of any of the classes. I didn't know, so the next morning I made an appointment with my guidance counselor for Monday afternoon.

**** Monday, September 13, 1976 ****

Ms. Richards was a nice looking woman, who I think was just trying to get her years in so she could retire. She wasn't much interested in the problems of a teenager, and tried to blow me off by saying there was no way could just test out of the classes.

"Ms. Richards, I was reading the other day about a twelve year old kid who had graduated from high school and was enrolled in college. Are you trying to tell me he spent four years in high school and sat through every required class to get his credits for graduation?"

"I doubt that he did, Michael, but that kind of thing is for gifted children only. Do you think you're gifted?"

"I'm not sure what my previous IQ scores were, Ms. Richards, but I was in a coma for a couple of weeks earlier this year, and when I woke up, I felt very different than I did before. Maybe you should have me tested to see if I've gone up or down as a result of the coma."

"Maybe I should set up an IQ test for you," she said with a smug smile. "If it comes out the way I think it will, it will nip these feelings of superiority in the bud. Sit still, Michael. I need to make a phone call. I'll be right back."

She was back inside ten minutes with a business card. "This is Dr. Johann Franks. He is the school psychiatrist and does any special testing required. He had some time tomorrow afternoon, so I've scheduled for you to take an IQ test starting at 1:00 PM. Please be at this address at least fifteen minutes early. I will inform your afternoon teachers you will not be here."

I thanked her and tucked the card in my shirt pocket. "I'll be happy to take the test, Ms. Richards. However, I have one requirement before I'll take it. I want to be told my score on the test as soon as you find out. I feel I am old enough to know how I stack up, and I will not take the test unless you agree to this."