Part 122: Good Vibrations

Day 74: Thursday, November 28

Chapter 1

Christine was fit to be tied. As she drove her car, she thought to herself, This is serious! Alan is in extreme danger! Katherine and Amy are in serious danger too. Yet they all seem to be taking a "que sera sera" attitude. The football game is less than 24 hours away and all Hell will break loose then. I just know it.

We need to plan. Strategize. Prepare! Alan mentioned something about how his family has their Thanksgiving meal early, and my family doesn't have it until late. Plus, he's a notorious napper, and especially after a big meal like that he's gonna be zonked out. So now's the perfect time to stop by the Plummer house for an 'accidental' visit. With any luck, Amy and Katherine will be there too, and so can help with planning security precautions for them all.

As her car got closer to the Plummer house, she thought, I just hope he doesn't think I'm weird, like I'm stalking him or something. It's absurd that a girl like me would be stalking anybody, no matter how sexually talented and handsome they are. It's just that all those football players are going to be in close proximity to him, and going there without preparations is pure insanity! He'll understand once I explain.

I mean, it's not like I just wanna be near him or anything like that. I'm just so concerned because, well ... it would be irresponsible for me not to be. Plus, he basically made me his official bodyguard. It's my duty! I'm not just going to his house because I want him to kiss me again; I'm not even THINKING about that. Besides, if Amy and Katherine are there, and why wouldn't they be, there wouldn't even be any chance for him and me to get intimate. Er, I mean, private.

Oh God! I sound like I've got some kind of crush on him or something, which is absolutely ridiculous. True, I've had some pretty intense feelings for him, but that's in the past now. He's made it perfectly clear that he just wants a platonic relationship, and that's exactly what I want too. Nothing more, nothing less.

I wonder if this outfit is sexy enough though. I wanna look HOT! God, I hope this is sexy. I'm even showing some cleavage for once. And what's wrong with looking a bit sexy? Just because he wants to be platonic, can't I still dress a little bit provocatively? After all, we have fun flirting. And if he changes his mind about me, would that be such a crime?

Christine was wearing a sleeveless blue-and-white top that did show a good amount of cleavage (by her standards). It was a bold departure from her usual attire, especially since she was wearing relatively short shorts as well. She figured she could justify it by the fact that it was a holiday, and she was dressing more casually than she did at school. It was also an unusually warm day for that time of year.

Christine tried to convince herself that she was visiting Alan on "official business" only, but her feelings betrayed her. The closer she got to his house, the more nervous she became (not to mention hot and bothered).

As the Plummer house came into view, she was telling herself yet again to relax when something out of the ordinary caught her eye. There was a car parked right in front of Alan's house, which in and of itself wouldn't have made her look twice, but there was a surfboard on the roof.

She slowed down as her car got closer. Suddenly, it hit her: there was someone still sitting in the car, and her hairstyle looked very familiar, even from the back. Curly blonde hair, bunched up on the top of her head and held up by a distinctive red ribbon ... Holy crap! That's Ms. Rhymer! It must be her because she surfs too!

She hit the brakes and brought her car to a halt at the curb about a hundred feet away and still directly behind where Glory sat in her car, since there were only a few cars parked on the street. Because she was right behind Glory, she didn't worry much about being seen and took the opportunity to stare blatantly to make sure that her identification was correct.

It's gotta be her, she thought. It's a very distinctive hairstyle. Plus, she's tanned just like Ms. Rhymer. Hell, I can even see those small, teased curls by her ears. That's GOT to be her! Not only that, but the surfboard and all the rumors about Alan having something going with his teacher ... Holy Toledo! They must be true! Those rumors, they're actually true! What possible legitimate excuse would Ms. Rhymer have for seeing him at his house, on Thanksgiving no less, unless they're having an affair?

Well, maybe not. I suppose she could be visiting the whole family for some kind of social visit. After all, I doubt that he's the only one home in the middle of the day. But why is she just sitting in the car? I've been here for almost a minute now, and she's just sitting there! This is too weird!

Christine settled in to observe. She was glad that she was wearing dark glasses, although she realized that they wouldn't help hide her identity much because her curly hair tassels made her hairstyle at least as distinctive as Glory's. She slumped down in her seat and was prepared to slump down more if Glory started to turn her head around.

As she waited, she thought, What the hell am I doing here?! This really is beginning to feel like stalking! What if he IS having an affair with her? Would that be so bad? True, that would be a firing offense for her, but it's really none of my business. I'm just here as a bodyguard. God knows he's having sex with a lot of women, so what's one more, even if it is his history teacher?

So why am I burning with jealousy?! Dammit! I hate feeling like this!

Chapter 2

Several minutes earlier, Alan had walked into his house still wearing the suit he'd left with, except now he was holding his coat. He heard squeals of delight as he closed the front door, and correctly guessed they were coming from his mother.

Susan shouted from the kitchen, "Tiger? Is that you?" She rushed into the living room as she was saying this and managed to visually confirm that it was indeed him.

Her squeals of delight turned to squeals of distress as she stared at him from across the living room and foyer, and then looked down at herself. "Tiger! I wasn't expecting you until later. Oh dear, I'm not even topless!" She had been cleaning the kitchen and was wearing some old and purely functional clothes that she didn't mind getting dirty.

Alan tossed his jacket on the underwear cabinet and kept walking towards his mother. He grinned. "Well, I know one way to fix that problem."

"That's true!" She pulled her blouse over her head. But to Alan's great surprise, she hurried off away from him instead of towards him. She bee-lined to the telephone by the kitchen counter even as she struggled to free herself from her blouse, and then dialed a number. All she said into the receiver was, "Alan's home!" Then she hung up.

Gloriously topless, now she made her way towards him. As she did, she yelled loudly, "AAAAAAANGEL! Tiger's home!"

Alan had been steadily advancing towards her while she was calling, and they finally met and fell into an embrace and passionate kiss. Since Susan was topless, Alan's hands rapidly found their way to her full-to-bursting breasts.

As their kiss broke, Alan hefted up Susan's tits with both hands, cupping them from below. "I've only been gone for a couple of hours and I already miss these babies."

"And they miss you!" Susan replied excitedly. "UNGH!" She grunted loudly, because of the way he was aggressively fondling her incredible knockers. "Mmmm! Tiger, you really know how to put this big-titted mommy in her place!"

He chuckled to himself. As if that's hard to do! I swear, all I have to do is touch her anywhere, and she starts moaning like she's on the verge of a big orgasm. I love it! Dang, these things feel so soft and squeezable!

For once, she didn't go for his penis, but just stood there and reveled in the way he was fondling her rack. She encouraged him, "Don't stop there, please. They're ready for a good milking too. See how they're leaking a bit? But enough small talk. Did you have a good fuck? Did you give Glory a good taming?"

While Susan was talking, Alan could hear the clomping of feet coming down the stairs. It sounded like a herd of elephants but in fact was just Amy and Katherine. And even as he heard that, he looked past Susan out to the back yard where he saw Suzanne scurrying her way towards the sliding door leading into the house. In her hurry to come over she'd gone through the gate between their backyards.

Amy, Katherine, and Suzanne all seemed to simultaneously arrive in the kitchen where Alan and Susan stood, with his hands on her big breasts.

Susan shouted out to the others, "I was right! Tiger gave her a royal pounding!"

Alan laughed. "How do you know that? I haven't even said anything yet."

"I just know. The look in your - UGH! - eyes." Susan let out a loud grunt while talking just as she and Alan were smothered in a hug by Katherine and Amy. Only Suzanne stood a ways off, as she thought joining in such a hug wouldn't be very dignified.

"Brother!" Amy and Katherine happily shouted at the same time while seemingly trying to squeeze him to death.

Alan laughed. "What's up with you all? I was only gone for a couple of hours."

Katherine replied, "But they were such important hours! We've all been thinking of you, wondering how things were going. Would Glory be joining our harem yet? Why, Amy and I were so excited just now that we were having trouble shaving each other's pussies."

"So that's what took you so long," Alan said, thinking about the delay between Susan's yell upstairs and when the two of them finally clomped down the stairs.

Suzanne was trying to act cool and dignified, but she was having a hard time containing her curiosity. "Enough small talk," she complained. "Come on, you stud. What happened? We all know you fucked her, but we want details."

"Is it that obvious?" he asked.

Amy giggled. "You're all happy and glowing."

Alan ran his hand over Amy's cheek endearingly, and said, "Well, if you all let me breathe I'll sit down and tell you about it. But I have to be brief. Very brief. Glory is waiting out front in the car even as we speak."

This little revelation was met with ooh's of approval and knowing nods all around.

Alan sat down at the dining room table and the others joined him, filling up all the chairs there. Everyone kept their clothes on except for Susan, who deliberately remained topless. She also made sure to sit right next to him so that her milky breasts would remain within easy reach, in case his hands wandered.

Alan smiled at everyone and said, "Well, to make a long story short, yes, Glory and I had sex. And it was great. Epic, even. It just kind of happened. I don't think either of us was expecting it." He turned to Susan. "But no, Mom, I didn't 'tame' her. Glory's not a Brenda-type of woman."

Then he turned to Katherine. "And no, Kat, she won't be joining our harem now, or ever, probably. She's not like that either. She's having a hard time with things, but we've agreed that we're back together ... kind of. It's complicated. We're just going to take things day by day. And she wants a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy - she doesn't want to know about my other lovers, and especially doesn't want to know what goes on in this house. Which helps explain why she's in the car right now. We're going to go to the beach for a couple of hours."

Suzanne said, "Well that's great. It's just as I hoped. But how do you FEEL about it?"

"How do I feel? I feel great! I just took a nap before I left her place but I'm still riding a wave of euphoria from before."

As soon as Susan heard that, she reached for Alan's crotch. But even as she did so, he stood up.

Susan complained, "Where are you going? Let's celebrate the good news! I say four-way blowjob, so we can all share in the fun! Is anyone with me?"

The faces of the others clearly showed they liked that idea. Even Suzanne looked keen.

But Alan started to walk away, and said, "As much as I'd love that, my dick isn't up for it. I'm really fucked out, no joke. Besides, now I've got to run 'cos I wasn't kidding that Glory's waiting in her car out front. I just came here to get a change of clothes and towel and whatnot for the beach."

"Oh, POO!" Susan pouted. The others looked disappointed too.

But Alan was serious about being in a hurry. He rushed out of the room and up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

The others left him alone as he went to his bedroom. He thought while he changed, It's pretty cool how they're all so excited to see me. But it is a bit much. Is it always going to be like this? I don't know if I can handle that much attention.

He put on a T-shirt and bathing suit, but also brought a windbreaker and sweat pants in case it got windy, as beaches sometimes did at this time of year.

He made it back downstairs to find all four women were waiting for him at the foot of the stairs.

Susan handed him a towel, then a bottle of water, and then a bottle of sun block. She was still topless, and said, "Son, are you sure you wouldn't like a nice glass of milk before you go? If you know what I mean..." She smiled and looked down knowingly at her bare chest. She rocked her shoulders ever so slightly, which made her magnificent breasts wobble enticingly.

"I'd love to, Mom, but I really have to run. I told Glory I'd be five minutes, tops. You know she's got big issues with the whole incest factor, and as she's sitting there with nothing to do she's probably imagining all kinds of depraved things happening in here."

Suzanne gave a chagrined look and couldn't help but mutter, "If only..."

Alan looked at his mother's leaking nipples and said, "Are you going to be all right?"

"Sure. These three will help me, I'm sure. But the next batch is for you, okay?"

"Sure, Mommy. I'll be back in a couple of hours to do just that." He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

He was going to leave it at that, and just kiss them on the cheek one by one before leaving, but Amy, at least, wasn't content to leave it at that. She rushed forward, giggling and shouting "Tit attack!"

The next thing Alan knew, his head was somehow surrounded by tit flesh, with Susan's bare beauties pressing into him on one side and Amy's pressing into him on the other.

Katherine saw what was going on and rushed to join what quickly became a group hug, with Alan in the center and big breasts pressing into him from every direction.

Suzanne normally didn't join in these types of activities, considering it undignified, and at first she held back. But she too gave in and joined in the hug. In fact, she was happy about times like these, because they helped her let her hair down, allowing her to enjoy life more than ever before.

With all four rubbing their breasts up against him like cats on scratching posts, Amy said, "M'kay, now you have to kiss the rest of us!"

Alan was getting a great kick out of all the love and attention, but he could feel events slipping out of control. First one hand, and then two more, found their way to his crotch. Tops were sliding down. Dang! I wish I could stay and enjoy the orgy that's about to break out, but I can't forget the fact that Glory is waiting in the car. I love her, and I have to treat her right! There will be plenty of other times for fun at home.

So he shouted, "Time out! Hug time is over."

The others reluctantly let go of him and stepped back.

He saw Katherine high-five Amy as she said, "I love your 'tit attack' idea, Aims! I think you just started a new Plummer tradition."

Alan rolled his eyes at that, and said, "Oh, brother." But, in fact, he was gleeful at the prospect too.

However, time was wasting. He quickly kissed Susan on the cheek again. Then he did the same to Suzanne. "And Mother." And then Amy. "Sister." And then Katherine. "Sis." Finally, he opened the front door and stepped outside.

He left all four women a bit bewildered at the brevity of his visit, and disappointed at how little information he'd shared with them. He'd left the door open behind him. As he walked away, he heard Suzanne say, "Look, this is how it's going to be. There's four of us and just one of him, not to mention the others. We're just going to have to get used to it."

But their disappointment didn't last too long. After the door closed they quickly fell into gossipy mode, and before long they were excitedly talking to each other about the implications of Alan and Glory getting back together.

Chapter 3

Glory drove Alan to the beach. She told him they were going to a special beach and it would take a while to get there, so even though he'd taken a brief nap at Glory's house, he slept most of the way there. His energy problem was the same as ever, and he was extra tired lately from all the sexual activity.

But when they'd arrived he'd shaken off the grogginess and practically felt brand new. Glory drove them to the San Onofre State Park, and he woke up when they got to the gate where they had to pay a fee to enter.

Glory knew exactly where she was going. She parked her car at the top of a high cliff, which made it a long way down to the beach, but it was a pleasant walk. The weather was great, with very little wind for that time of year, and the view was fantastic.

Alan had never been there before, and asked, "What's so special about this beach that we had to come all the way here? You said that it was what, a half an hour drive? And then we have to drive through the park followed by all this walking."

Glory was carrying her surfboard (Alan had offered to carry it, but Glory wanted to hold "her baby") and it was a steep walk down, so she waited until they'd reached a flatter spot in the trail before replying, "Well, first of all, remember that I'm your teacher. I go to the out of the way beaches even without you just to avoid running into my students, but with you, I have to be even more careful than usual. That's one reason. But this is also one of the best surfing beaches on the entire West Coast. You know the song "Surfin' USA" by the Beach Boys?"

"Of course."

She sang:

"San Onofre and Sunset

Redondo Beach, L.A.

All over La Jolla

At Waiamea Bay

Everybody's gone surfin'

Surfin' U.S.A."

Glory looked at him expectantly. "You see? We're in the song."

Alan chuckled. "So it's really that good, eh?"

"Yep. When you see long, high cliffs like this, that almost always means good waves because there's usually a steep drop off to deep water. But that's not the only thing that makes beaches off high cliffs like this special..."

Alan waited for her to say more, especially since her voice rose in a way that sounded like her thought was incomplete, but she just kept walking down the trail. He didn't have much to say, especially since the trail was too steep to be conducive for lengthy conversations, so he just looked around as he walked down.

They were nearly to the bottom of the trail, which opened onto a dry riverbed cutting across the beach. "Hey!" he suddenly said out loud. He pointed to two men lying on the beach that he could see off in the distance. "Are my eyes deceiving me or do they have flesh colored bathing suits, or what?"

Glory laughed, her eyes were sparkling. "Or what. Like I was saying, the other thing that makes hard to reach beaches like this special is that that's where you'll find the nude beaches."

He'd paused in surprise, but he kept walking. "Whoa! Nude? You mean the whole beach?"

"Actually, no. As you can see, it's a very long beach, and most of it is a regular beach. It's only the little bit to the south of this gully in front of us that's the nude part. Do you remember a couple of weeks ago, you talked about seeing the 'Surfer Girl' surf nude? We made plans to spend all day at the beach sometime? Well, I've been looking forward to that and it's finally here, even if it's only a couple of hours."

"Oh yeah. Cool. You don't know how long I've wanted to see you surf, but to do it nude - wow!"

She laughed happily. "Have you ever been to a nude beach before?"

"As a matter of fact I have. We went to Black's Beach over a month ago. That's the one time for me."

"We?"

"Um, Amy, Suzanne, Susan, and me, to be honest. Katherine couldn't go for some reason. But one thing I remember from that was that there was this weird mix of nudists, mostly Europeans, gay men, and homophobic surfers. Is that how it is here?"

"Yes to the first two, but no to the latter. Since the vast majority of the long beach is not for nudists, the surfers don't need to come to the nude part. In fact, since it's Thanksgiving afternoon, most everyone will be off eating. I don't think we'll be seeing many people, surfers or not."

"But it's such a nice day," Alan pointed out.

"True, but see for yourself." They'd finally reached the bottom of the trail and Glory waved a hand in the air in the direction of the nude section. Sure enough, the beach was nearly empty. The two men he'd seen from higher up were the closest, but besides them Alan could only see a handful of people. And a couple of them appeared to be packing up their things to go.

"That's IT?"

"Well, as we walk you'll see some more back by the foot of the cliff. Nudists like their privacy. I was thinking we could find a secluded spot like that for ourselves. There are some nooks in the cliff wall that hide you from everyone except people walking right in front of you. And everyone walks on the water's edge, so they're like two hundred feet away at the closest." She smirked, but in a friendly way. "After all, I'm here with the notorious Alan Plummer. There's no telling when a sexual emergency might 'pop up, ' so to speak."

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm totally sated from before." He left that comment deliberately vague, as he wasn't about to tell her about his encounters with Xania and then Heather earlier in the day.

"We'll see." But her look said, "Ha, fat chance of that!"

"No it's true. You really put me through the wringer."

"I put YOU through the wringer? HA! Look at me, young man, I'm not walking down the beach, I'm staggering." She started awkwardly shuffling along bowlegged for a few paces, until she heard Alan's guffaw of laughter.

They walked on through the nude part of the beach, but Glory explained that it was okay to wait until they'd picked a spot and put down all their stuff before undressing.

The spot they found was near the end of the beach, just before a fence bounding a military base. Few people would walk that far, and she picked a nook by the cliff wall that gave the privacy she'd described. She wanted to be ready for any sexual situation that might come up without having to worry too much about getting arrested.

"This is weird," Alan said as he pulled his shorts off. He really was worn out from before, and for once, he didn't have a hard-on.

But Glory looked at him as she undressed and said, "You know what I'll bet is weird for you? Having your shorts ON."

Alan grinned sheepishly, even as he felt his face growing warm. "I guess there's some truth in that."

"And you can't tell me that you're a stranger to being nude in public either. I've heard some strange rumors at school lately. Like, there was a rumor a few weeks back of a couple having sex buck naked in the upper parking lot. The more I think about it and learn about you, the more I suspect that it was you."

Alan blushed slightly. "No comment."

"HA! I knew it! You're incorrigible, young man, completely incorrigible. But if you'll excuse me, I have some surfing to do." To Alan's disappointment, she'd taken all her clothes off but then put a thick black wetsuit on. "You care to join me in the water?"

"Um, sure. But I was kind of hoping to see you surf naked."

"Sure, if you want to pay for the hypothermia medical bills. Don't be deceived by the sunny weather - the water's butt cold. The current comes down off the Bering Strait up by Alaska, you know, and it's a wee bit nippy up there."

"Shucks."

Glory looked around conspiratorially. "Truth is, I've always wanted to surf naked, too. I'll make you a deal. If you wade out with me, maybe I'll hand you my wetsuit before I'm done."

"Sweet! Deal!"

Glory briefly explained a few things for Alan to watch for when she mounted and rode the waves, such as how cleanly she stood up on the board, the depth of her crouch and sway of her arms as she balanced, and so on. Then she went off to surf while Alan stood watching waist-deep in the water. Glory was right about the water being "butt cold," so Alan had to keep moving about to stay warm. One thing he'd never done before was swim in the ocean while naked, but he grew accustomed to it surprisingly quickly, although his teeth chattered a bit. He noticed Glory did a lot of paddling on her board instead of passively waiting for the waves to come, no doubt to help stay warm as well.

Glory gave the surfing her all to impress her lover, catching wave after wave.

The waves were about six to eight feet measured from the front, which looked impossibly huge from up close. It seemed to Alan like she was catching mini-tsunamis.

As he watched, he thought back to the two years he'd secretly lusted after Glory, and the many times he'd dreamt of being at the beach with her. So far, thumbs up on the reality meeting the high expectations. This is just like I dreamed it. In fact, the beach, the waves, the surfboard - it's like they were all taken straight out of my dreams. But what's totally amazing is that Glory really is "my girl" now. MY "Surfer Girl." She even dropped her boyfriend for me. Man, if any of my classmates could see us now...

Glory didn't stay out in the waves long - less than twenty minutes. She wanted to spend her time with Alan and surfing was a solitary sport. But she did keep her promise and shucked off her wetsuit while out in the ocean, then paddled to Alan and handed it to him.

As soon as she turned and paddled back towards the waves, Alan turned and sprinted back to the beach. He'd brought a camera and wanted some pictures of Glory surfing naked. So he hurried back to the shore line, snapped his pictures, and rushed off to put the camera away again. He also put her wetsuit away.

Glory didn't surf naked for long, really only a few minutes, catching just a few waves before she started shivering too hard. By the time Alan started wading back in the water, she was already coming out.

They were both all smiles as she waded close to him with her surfboard under her arm. "You bastard!" She shook her fist, but in a playful manner. "I'm gonna get you for that."

"You've got to catch me first!" Alan pretended to be afraid and got out of the water, then started running from her. But he made sure to run slowly and in circles so she could catch up.

Once Glory was back on dry land, she put her surfboard down on the sand high enough on the beach to prevent it from being washed away, and then ran after him.

"Young man, come here and take your punishment!"

"Fat chance!" Alan found it incredibly liberating to be running around in the nude. He didn't see anyone nearby, but he didn't really care if they were being watched or not. As far as he was concerned, the only two people in the world at that moment were him and Glory.

He let her catch him, or perhaps it was the other way around. Either way, they soon found themselves Frenching and rolling around in the shallow water. The water lapped against them and every now and then a bigger wave would come and wash over most of their bodies.

But Glory was shivering a bit and when the kiss broke she said, "Mmm, good, but cold. I'm so cold!"

Alan had been underneath but he rolled on top. "Then we should stay warm with our body heat." His dick was reviving and it pressed warmly against Glory's lower abdomen.

Glory laughed. "You truly are incorrigible, young man. But not here. This place looks deserted, true, but they do send police around here from time to time to check on lewd behavior. Just imagine the scandal if you and I got caught! Not to mention, this water is freezing me half to death." Just then another larger wave came by, nearly drenching Glory since she was underneath, accenting her point.