Chapter 16: Status Reports and the Climaxes of the Astronomy Club Meeting

Nate and Nora met Draper and Tenisha at the movie. The flick was a futuristic action-adventure yarn that pointed up the differences between male and female perception of such things; the guys were into it, their enthusiasm barely dampened by the pretense that it wasn't important for the girls' benefit, while the girls endured the spectacular gratuitous violence to make the boys happy, both vowing to subject their significant other to a more romantic feature in the near future. At a slow point, the girls hopped up to go to the bathroom, leaving the guys to their scenes of catastrophe. As they watched the girls wend their way down the aisle, Nate whispered, "So, how's 'Nisha?"

"Fuckin' wild, Man. She's in my face alla fuckin' time over sex!"

"Not uppin' any?" Nate guessed.

"Shit, no, Man! When she wants it, she fuckin' wants it -- right fuckin' NOW! Good thing I gotta car, or I'd hafta CRAWL home!"

"No shit?"

"No shit! I tried to be cool an' take it easy, but she keeps jes' crawlin' on and ridin' my ass! I'm fuckin' whipped! I guess her Mama's the same way..." Draper shook his head.

"This the same 'Nisha that slapped me into the middle of next week?" Nate wondered aloud.

"Yeh. She jes' don' wanta hear no shit, Man. It's kinda all the same thing..."

"She gonna wear the pants in the family?" Nate eyed Draper, who was considerably bigger, sidelong.

"Man, what scares me is what she becomes when she takes 'em OFF!" Draper shook his head. "I ain't got no complaints, though. An' I see where she gets it."

"What's that mean?"

"You 'member Prom night? Me an' Nisha went upstairs? You hear anythin'?"

"Some kinda uproar," Nate remembered dimly SOMETHING went on at the head of the stairs -- but he'd been VERY busy...

" 'Nisha's Poppa caught her an' me on the stairs, her buck naked dragging me along by my dick! I thought we was gonna have to go to it, an' me an' 'Nisha was in the toilet, but 'Nisha's Momma come outta her bedroom, buck naked, with cum runnin' down her leg, an' give her Poppa a tongue lashin' -- tol' him ta mind his own business an' go piss. Then she tol' me whatever happened in 'Nisha's room was cool wit' her, an' don' worry 'bout Poppa -- he'd cool down if he knew what was good for him..."

"Jeezus!"

"I was fuckin' freaked out, an' decided mebbe 'nother time was better, but 'Nisha wasn't havin' any. Took me a while, but I finally got my shit together an' I'll be goddamed if 'Nisha wasn't cherry! Didn't matter, though; once she got goin', she was off like a racehorse!"

"Fuckin' A!"

Draper grinned. "We done it once, since -- she had me take her home the other day, an' dragged me up to her room... Man, I'm bigger than she is, but... She's some kinda cum vampire, or sumpthin'! One minute we're suckin' face, an' the next, she's ridin' me like a bronco!" Draper shook his head. "An' when we come downstairs, her Momma gives me the eye an' a shit-eatin' grin. I know I'm gonna get my balls drained tonight, too!"

"There's worse things..." Nate grinned.

"THAT'S for sure!" Draper agreed. "What 'bout you? Howzit goin' wit' Nora?"

"Kinda scary," Nate related.

"Good scary, or bad scary?"

"Little of both." Nate sighed. "Nora's great, but her family..."

"Yeh. Bet they ain't thrilled."

"Actually, it ain't about that."

"No?"

"Nope," Nate asserted. "Big worry was her Daddy would freak -- but he didn't. He was all cool with things. But he's weird, Man, an' Nora's Mama is, too!"

"Like how?" Draper scratched his head.

"Like he's a serious rich motherfucker, but he don't give Nora or her Mama shit. Like MY Mama is runnin' freaked 'cause she's heard he's got pull -- you know."

"Mafia?"

"I don' think so, but local hoods don' fuck with him. He can bring big smoke, someway or another. An' he's serious inta kink -- that's where Mama made him -- he does S and M shit to all his women." Nate flicked a glance around the room. "An' he STILL does S and M shit with Nora's Mama!"

"No shit! How do you know?" Draper was amazed.

" 'Cause he TAPES it, Man! I've seen videos!"

"Shit!"

"Look, Man, this shit goes NOWHERE, 'cause if he don't want you to know, somebody'll show up to bust your ass!" Nate hissed.

"Like that, huh?" Draper glanced around.

"I probly told you more than is healthy; far as I can tell, he has Nora watched EVERYWHERE! Sorry, Man -- I shoulda kept my mouth shut..." Nate looked around guiltily. "For all I know, somebody has a mic on us right now!" (Actually, somebody did.)

"Okay, Man, so why put your ass in a sling?"

" 'Cause Nora is too sweet for words, Man! You jus' don't know!" Nate mused a moment. "She tries to run things, usually, an' I let her get away with it a lot 'cause she's so damned good at it... I usually don't even know I been led around by the nose 'til I get there -- she's smooth! Gets it from her Daddy, I think. But once we're in a bed, she does this flip, an' I OWN her! And it's just fuckin' incredible!"

"No shit? So, you're whipped, too!"

"Yeh. Nora's the first girl ever offered me pussy -- but she GIVES me pussy, or whatever, an' it's like, no holds barred! Man I'd put up with a LOT of shit to keep THAT!"

"Whatever?" Draper's eyes gleamed.

"Man, I can't be braggin'..."

"Come on..."

"Okay. But if you fuck me up..." Nate gave his best friend in the world a hard look. Draper threw out his hands in denial. "Okay. Nora LOVES cum. She gives head like... I dunno what! But even when we fuck -- we're usin' rubbers until the Pill takes hold -- she takes 'em off an' sucks 'em dry! It's the HOTTEST fuckin' thing..."

Draper clapped him on the back. "Shit, Man -- no WONDER you wanna keep her! How many times you fucked?"

Nate stopped to count, and got lost. "I dunno. Last night was the first time since the Prom I wasn't in it a coupla times..."

"Jeezus!"

"Yeh," Nate grinned. "It's good shit. FINE shit. I'd go to the wall for that shit! Shhhh! Here they come!"

In the Ladies' Room, there'd been a similar discussion:

"So, Nate bein' good?"

"Oh, yeah. He's a sweetheart." Nora dimpled.

"Damned if I believe it..." Tenisha opined.

"Well, it's all in the handling. Dina put me on the right road with him. It's really pretty simple..."

"Cain't be THAT simple, Honey!"

"No, it is, really. Nate needs a lot of sex. Most girls just denied it -- maybe they wave it as the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, IF Nate's a good boy. I make sure Nate understands that he WILL get sex, if he's a good boy. Not maybe, sometime -- for certain, regularly. It's a little backwards, but it works. I was open with it up front, so he knows he's not just being strung along. The more he gets, the less uptight he is -- and the more tractable. I get my way, generally. Besides," Nora dimpled again, "it's not like I'm not enjoying it!"

"You catching any shit 'cause you're white?"

"Well, his mother wants to see me. I hear she's no catch..."

"Well, THAT's true, Honey! Nate's Mama is a crack-head hooker. It's a wonder she's still alive!" Tenisha shook her head. The line had reached the point where they could get stalls, so the conversation lapsed until they hit the mirrors, after. "What about YOUR family?" Tenisha took things up, "They cain't be happy."

"Actually, there was a lot less uproar than I expected," Nora replied. "Daddy told me that he wasn't going to get opinionated about my love life, because it might cause me to do something stupid to spite him. He's given every indication that he LIKES Nate!" She worked at her lipstick. "He gets along with Mom, too... How about you? Is Draper what you hoped he'd be?"

Tenisha chuckled. "He's a big chicken, is what Draper is! Boy's scared to death of me! Every time I want a little lovin' I have to lure him up to my room and practically lock the door!" She smiled, remembering, "Daddy wasn't thrilled, Prom night, but he's chilled out -- and Mom likes Draper."

"So, things are going well?"

"Well, mostly. I'm not getting NEARLY enough sex, though. Draper created a monster with that dick of his -- I'm itchy all the time!"

Nora tittered. "He's that hard to pin down?"

"Once we get going, he's fine, sweet, strong... But right up to it, he's worried about who's gonna walk in and what if..." Tenisha shook her head.

"Well, he's trying to be honorable. He's looking out for your welfare; give him a break!"

"Yeah, I guess -- but sometimes I wish he'd just follow his dick..."

"Hey, it's YOUR job to make all the blood rush to his little head, so the big one stops working," Nora admonished, tittering. The pair shut up and slid into their seats.

"Let's lay off a bit and get a bite to eat," Jimmy suggested. "The moon's screwing up the easterlies, anyway." They'd taken four more sequences, and the breeze was getting more and more chill.

Randall nodded and Darla Jean didn't bother to argue -- it was getting cold, and her endurance was down. Randall had been right to send her off for her jacket, and although they'd worked closely on the intervening shots, he hadn't returned to block the breeze -- and she wished he had, for more than one reason. Jimmy suspended the laptop and started rolling cords, tucking it under the telescope's tripod, while Randall showed Darla Jean how to stow it properly. "Shouldn't we take it in?" she asked.

"We'd have to set it up again, and the temperature change would fog the lenses. We'll probably just be popping up for single setups for the rest of the night -- it's getting too chilly to hang out. Unfortunately, good amateur astronomy is all about getting cold and miserable." Randall chuckled.

"It's okay, if you get warm in between," Darla Jean observed.

"That's what the cave is for," Randall agreed, then went silent, wondering if he'd missed something.

Darla Jean, turning to walk behind him, caught the slight hesitation -- and it pleased her. Randall wasn't dense; he seemed to be taking every torpedo she laid in the water, even if he didn't know what to do with them. Jimmy, catching them both from his offside position, had to hold his breath to keep from snickering.

The trio circled around and down to the cave, and Darla Jean rattled the tarp, muttering, "Amy?" but Jimmy directed, "Let's use white light -- we'll want to eat and stuff." He slid through the opening, catching Amy trying to shift the lights, "Oops!"

"No, it's okay, Honey. We'll be inside a while. I'm going to light the stove and the Coleman to save batteries," Jimmy said. Amy lurched up and followed Jimmy to the side of the cave to watch and help, while Randall and Darla Jean retired to the other side.

The cave wasn't huge, by any means; it was a lot like a four-man tent -- anybody trying to stand up bought most of the headroom. The tarp kept MOST of the breeze out, but it wasn't a sealed opening, by any stretch. Darla Jean was amazed that despite the warm, spring days, the nights were still pretty chill; she hadn't REALLY come equipped for it, despite the jacket and the sleeping bag. Amy, warned by Jimmy, had worn a sweater and had a heavier jacket. Randall took the moment to shrug out of the windbreaker and shift to a heavier coat he had on standby here in the cave, then started laying out a tarp as a groundsheet along a low shelf to the side of the cave. Darla Jean moved to help, and Randall murmured, "It's tight in here with four; Danny and Thelma or Mary and Teddy would have made this a game of Twister."

"Why the tarp?" Darla Jean asked.

"You don't want your bag getting wet. Makes things REALLY cold. What have you got for a bag?" Darla Jean showed him. It was summer-weight -- and it wasn't summer, yet. "Any blankets?" Randall eyed her dubiously.

"No."

"You'd better use mine, then." Randall laid them both out, then collected a blanket from his roll and draped it over her bag.

On the other side of the cave, Jimmy had the stove going and was heating water while lighting the Coleman lamp; in between, Amy was laying out their sleeping bags on the tarp already present on the cave floor, zipping them together. "Is she doing what I THINK she's doing?" Darla Jean whispered.

"Yeah," Randall's single syllable agreement spoke volumes; there was a lot of envy and admiration in it. "It's a warmer solution -- shared bodily warmth..." Somewhere, that phrase had become a cliché; Randall couldn't risk a glance at Darla Jean after uttering it. The other advantages were obvious to both of them, and the realization arrived separately to each that if Jimmy and Amy took advantage of the situation at all, things would be miserable for them as individuals. The fact that getting Darla Jean to sleep with him was a primary purpose in being here didn't mean it was going to happen -- and if those two got together, it'd be worse than being alone, because he didn't see how he was going to relieve himself. Similarly, Darla Jean realized that if Jimmy and Amy went at it, she'd be unable to ignore it on several levels, and it would make for a seriously frustrated evening. Randall couldn't think of a follow-up that wasn't suggestive, so he let it drop; Darla Jean went mum, too, as she joined him stretched out on the bags.

The stove was definitely improving the interior of the cave from a heating standpoint, and the lantern lent a warmer light than the battery- powered one that Amy had been using while she waited. Amy came up on Jimmy's left and pressed herself to his arm, making it immediately obvious to him that her breasts were unfettered. Jimmy turned to kiss her, whispering, "You little beast."

"You're not going outside another twenty times, are you?" she whispered back.

"No," Jimmy shook his head. "Once will be enough to convince Darla Jean that we've gotten our night's worth..." The pair grinned at one another, carefully hiding it from the others.

Soon the water was bubbling and they broke out the hot chocolate and soup packages, Jimmy and Randall opting to suck down single-serving ramen noodles, while the girls settled for clearer soups. The four chatted about this and that, sometimes broken by sex, and sometimes by subject. Things went on for a while before Amy piped up with, "I have to pee..."

The boys both began showing every tooth in their heads, grinning; the natural advantage of the male when camping had come out. Jimmy fished for a roll of toilet paper and announced, "Well, there aren't any facilities up here -- the nearest place is the pool house, clear down the hill..."

Darla Jean had automatically checked the status of HER bladder on the announcement, and realized that she'd be in trouble, too, soon. The look on the boy's faces was pure triumph; all those bastards had to do was fish in their flies -- THEY didn't have to bare their asses to the wind and wonder what was sneaking up on them! Well, it wasn't going to work! "Let's go down the hill!"

"Okay!" This was CLEARLY a male vs. female thing, and Amy was perfectly happy to deal with it that way.

"Need an escort?" Jimmy asked, rubbing it in.

"No!" Darla Jean returned shortly; she'd been up and down this hill. Amy nodded agreement. The girls bundled up, obviously irritated at being caught short by the setup.

"Take a flashlight," Randall directed, nodding at one as the girls lined up to go out the tarp.

"Don't let the bogeyman get you!" Jimmy teased.

Amy delivered a flat glare. "Is it open?"

"Danny and Thelma are supposed to be there. I'd be quiet..."

Amy snorted, and Jimmy decided maybe he'd better mend fences. "There's an old chamber pot in the bathroom. I forgot to bring it up -- really." The girls' glances said that belief was seriously lacking. "Hey, this is the first time we had to set up for girls..."

"Yeah, right," Amy muttered.

The pair passed through the flap, and Darla Jean turned on the flashlight. "I've been up here; follow me..."

Amy let her lead. "You have?"

"Yeah. I tried to sneak up on them a couple of years ago -- more like four or five, I guess. I wanted to be in the club, but girls were just pests to them at that point..." The pair wended their way down the hill, following a faint path that Darla Jean could make out using the flashlight.

In the tent, Jimmy eyed Randall. We'd better take a leak, too, while they're gone. I hope we didn't fuck things up too bad..." The boys eased out of the cave and wandered a few meters down the hill to a favorite spot off the path, and fished out their cocks. "How are you doing?"

"Jeez, I dunno," Randall replied. "She's not screaming and yelling, but I haven't exactly started playing with her tits. I'm starting to think maybe, eventually, but not tonight."

Jimmy grinned, painting the leaves with his stream, "Well it ain't over 'til it's over, some guy said. Hang in there. I figure we'll do one or two more, and you can practice keeping her warm, then we'll pack up and settle in. It's early, but when you don't have TV and stuff, people get sleepy."

"Yeah." Randall wanted to admonish Jimmy not to go fucking Amy because of how miserable it was going to make him, but he couldn't. After all, it's what they were there for... He concentrated on digging a hole in the leaves with his stream. The pair zipped up and retired to the cave to pretend they'd been nowhere and done nothing.

Meanwhile, the girls arrived at the pool house, letting themselves in through the unlocked fence. Amy led them around to the door, where she admonished Darla Jean to be silent and listened. Hearing nothing, she quietly turned the knob, and the pair slipped in.

There was a single lamp on, near the couch, where things weren't QUITE silent; there was a rhythmic rustling, and a series of low, contralto moans, "Ohhhh... Ohhhh... Ohhhh..." Amy wiggled her eyebrows and Darla Jean covered her mouth to keep from snickering. The pair crept left through the door to the bathroom.

"Think they're fucking?" Darla Jean hissed as Amy settled on the toilet.

"We'll know in a minute," Amy whispered back, "Thelma's ANYTHING but quiet!"

On the couch, Danny had a finger in Thelma's channel and his thumb on her big clitoris, rotating, while she moaned and tried to suck his tongue out of his head, her hand fondling his cock. Thelma broke the lip lock and moaned one word: "Rubber!"

Danny hadn't been an idiot about it; there were condoms on the end table. He surged up and collected one, then settled back atop his narrow girlfriend. "Gimmee!" she moaned, and snatched the package, tearing away at it in a frenzy. Thelma's response curve had been amazing to Danny -- once she got going, he didn't think a camera crew filming would stop her. Such was the case now; some girls might have used the respite offered by Danny going for the rubber to regain control of the situation, but Thelma was all for moving on to the next phase. Thelma got the package open and pushed Danny up into a vertical position, then somehow hunched herself into a position where she could start fitting the thing. Since it looked like she was going to break herself in half, Danny reached around to support her back, lifting himself a bit in the process. Thelma's voice shook as she repeated an earlier promise, "I promise you, Baby, that we're gonna do away with these things just as soon as the pills take..." Finished, she lay back, lifting her knees while maintaining her grip on Danny's erection.

Danny grounded himself as best he could on the couch, assisted by his lover's narrow frame. He punched an arm through under each of Thelma's knees and grunted, "Get that blouse off, I want your nipples!" while rubbing his sheathed cock along her gaping nether lips.

Thelma was a little surprised; this was the closest he'd ever been to demanding -- not that she was unwilling to oblige! The thin, round- necked blouse flipped over her head, leaving her naked beneath him, both of them having wriggled out of their pants and other underclothing a bit before when they became seriously inconvenient. "I wanna feel your chest, too!" she moaned, and Danny rolled his eyes and stopped, repositioning to tear off his shirt. But Thelma's hands came up to rub him possessively as he settled back, then moved to make insertion.

"Oooooooohhhhh!!" Thelma's low moan as Danny's glans passed the gates of her vagina echoed just as Darla Jean settled onto the toilet, and she clenched up instinctively at the sound. Peeing was going to be difficult, if she got seriously aroused...

Amy grinned and hissed, "NOW, they're fucking!" Darla Jean grinned back, managing to let go. With the bathroom door shut, things were relatively quiet after that, for a bit; Thelma's quiet gasps as she absorbed Danny's erection slowly the first few times weren't loud enough to penetrate. Darla Jean finished and reached instinctively for the flush handle, but Amy grabbed her hand, shaking her head 'No'. "It'll wait..." Amy hunted around and found the small pot Jimmy had mentioned, and they gathered at the bathroom door, slowly opening it.

As it turned out, they probably could have banged doors, for at that moment, Danny took up his full rhythm. The pair watched, wide-eyed, as a broad back appeared over the couch top as counterpoint to a series of fleshy smacks, and Thelma turned on her litany, "Ohh! Ohh! Yess! There! There! Baby! Oh, God! Ohh! Yess! Huh! Baby! Yess! Huh! Huh! Yess! Danny! Danny! DANNEEEEEEE!!!!!" Thelma's feet appeared above the back of the couch as she locked both knees, going rigid and stiff while the EMP pulse went through her nervous system. Danny was unable to continue for a moment, because her position held him off. Then she collapsed, and he moved slowly in her while she re-gathered the frayed threads of her consciousness.

Freed from their paralysis generated by witnessing Thelma's completion, however poorly, the girls hurried out of there, quietly closing the door on the "Umm... Umm... Umm..." of Thelma's warmup for her second pass. They hadn't cleared the fence before the muffled sound of Thelma's exclamations began to carry to them again, and were just a bit up the trail when Thelma's "WAAAAAAA!!!!" of completion signaled her second orgasm.

Danny, ears ringing from her scream, was pouring semen into the rubber, having pinned Thelma's knees back tight and seriously pounded her to this second cum, knowing he wouldn't make it to three. Maybe if he kissed her, she wouldn't screech so loud... Thelma's stomach clenched as she grabbed his erection with her fleshy glove, milking it. 'Well', he thought, 'now we'll nap a while... ' Thelma's response curve took its toll on BOTH of them.

Darla Jean turned startled eyes on Amy, "Jeezus!"

Amy shook her head. "That's one happy girl -- now I'M horny!" She smiled to herself as she followed Darla Jean up the hill. Thelma had done them all a favor; Amy KNEW Darla Jean was hot, now, too, and it provided Amy with a prime excuse to initiate sex with Jimmy.

Darla Jean paid slight attention to the ascent; her twat itched like MAD! Danny the Wop wasn't on Darla Jean's short list, by any means, but she was frankly envious of Thelma at that moment. Did she DARE make the moves that would get this gawdawful itch scratched? What would Randall think of her if she did? Would he broadcast it to the world that she was a slut? Shit, did she care?