Chapter 98: Dakota's Session

Friday, April 22, 2005 (Continued)

With Carol and Julia correctly attached to my arms, we paraded through the middle school, to give as many young girls as possible the benefit of seeing me in my new sartorial splendor. We - mostly me, I must admit - attracted considerable attention, and we accumulated quite a group of followers, both male and female. We often encountered girls Carol or Donna knew, and the appropriate sister would make the introductions, explaining, "Mark and Julia had lunch with us, and they're going back now." There was an excess of other jabbering too, as the crowd were nearly as gaga as the lunch group had been. I won't bother quoting what they were saying, as it was all too predictable.

We kept walking, as we had very little spare time, even though the girls we walked past would MUCH rather we stopped to talk. From what I could see, a large number of them wanted to spend the rest of their life basking in the magnificence of my presence, and that's not much of an exaggeration. Easily enough girls saw us to inflame the rumor mill about my new look, so my sisters were going to be busy for the next few days.

When we reached the dividing line between the middle and high schools, we stopped so Julia could more fully explain the Liaison system to the female members of the throng. She insisted that Donna and Carol would know when we'd next come to middle school for lunch, that they were the contact point for all questions about me, and admonished the girls to behave themselves or else. Just the usual stuff we had to tell girls who were overcome by the look of my clothes.

Then it was time for the goodbyes. Donna yelled, as she accelerated away, "Bye. I can't wait to start telling my Ducklings about that lunch."

Carol called after her, "Be kind about Gia please!"

Donna waved what looked like an acknowledgment.

Carol made a more sedate farewell, involving considerably more kissing, unfortunately my share was tiny. Carol said, "It was a tough lunchtime, but I can already imagine that the next one is going to be a LOT of fun. Let me know when you want to have that. I'll go see if I can cheer up Gia now. Bye, my loves."

We went through the gateway on the boundary between the two schools and walked toward our lockers. That forced the majority of the middle-school kids to stop following us. Some of the more adventurous or smitten ones persisted, requiring Julia to warn them off. That gave me time to memorize the prettier ones, as they might be fun to play with regardless whether they were pretty and adventurous, or pretty and smitten. I could work with both types.

There'd been a question on my mind for most of lunchtime, and walking alone with Julia now gave me a chance to ask it, "Why did you ask me whether I had a rubber?"

"I was thinking of setting it up so you had sex with the winner of the RPS match."

That would have been fun, especially because Gia had been VERY good looking. I thought Julia's comment was worth following up on. I casually inquired, "That would have been fun. So how come we didn't do it?"

"When I started talking with them, I was reminded how easily they were overloaded with sexual imagery, and that would have been too much for them. It would only have been five minutes, and probably with a virgin, so you wouldn't have gotten much pleasure out of it."

"Couldn't we have made it a 'Non-Virgins Only' competition?" All eighteen girls had been eminently fuckable, so I wouldn't have minded who won. Surely, out of eighteen girls, there'd have to be at least one non-virgin? I know Corvallis is a conservative town, but eighteen out of eighteen being virgins would've been horrendously bad luck.

"Sure, but that wouldn't help with their being so easily overloaded by sex. You don't want them running back to their mommy or the Principal. Remember these girls almost never see you. Their desire for you is mostly because you're famous and the stories Carol and Donna have spread about you. I was used to dealing with 10th graders and had forgotten how easily spooked these girls would be. Don't worry, you'll have your evil way with them the time after next."

"Huh? 'Time after next'. We're going backward faster than we're going forward. What's wrong with the next time?"

"You'll get better quality fucks if we take one more lunch to prepare them. It's more about quality than quantity."

The two essential elements that Julia was failing to grasp was that there's no such thing as a low-quality fuck, and that guys get a huge buzz out of being successful with as many girls as possible - whoever invented sex REALLY knew what he was doing! Fucking is GREAT! Especially with ANY of the beautiful, highly enthusiastic girls we'd just had lunch with! The sole negative aspect was Julia's previous point about virgins, but waiting one more lunch wasn't going to change that issue, and surely I could start with the non-virgins? I was trying to think of a diplomatic way of telling Julia that she was ENTIRELY WRONG! It doesn't happen often, so I wasn't sure how to point it out.

Julia added, "We should get them to ask you for sex. They're all less likely to go running to mommy if they asked for it. I'd rather we went too slow than too fast, because too fast could get us in trouble. A high-school male going down to middle school to screw 8th graders during lunchtimes isn't something you want any adult learning about."

That argument had some merit. "Okay, you're right about that. I guess I got overly excited at the idea. They were all very pretty."

"I don't think you're going to be lacking for sex. Not with the Liaison system starting to work. Already you can ask Carol, me, Lily, Laila, Ava and Pat to jump into your bed any time you want. Dakota will join that list in a few hours. If you wanted you could add Donna any time, as she'd be thrilled to be invited into your bed. You'll pick up even more prospects after your soccer match and bowling. Which reminds me, I haven't tried to plan anything for after those two events. They're mainly to increase your attractiveness, rather than get you immediately bedded. Have you thought about what you want to do after those games?"

"No, I haven't thought about it at all. There's been too much else going on."

"Think about it and let me know. It's always better to plan these things than to improvise at the time." Somehow I wasn't surprised that Julia thought that.

I considered it during my next class (English, not a subject that needs much thinking about as it's easy to make up and write any old twaddle). When I caught up to Julia in the next between-classes break, I told her, "I know what I want to do on Saturday after soccer. I want to go home! I haven't been home for too long. I haven't talked to Mom or Dad. I haven't slept in Carol's and my new bed, and I miss Carol very much too. I want to spend some time with my family, and then sleep with my two wives in my bed. And go for a run with Donna Sunday morning too. And if that means missing a morning's study at your house, then too bad!"

"Aww, aren't you sweet? That'll be the plan then. There'll be some chatting to all the girls after your game, but let's say that from dinnertime onward you'll be at your home and we won't let anything get in the way of that. How does that sound?"

"Perfect!"

"You said you wanted to sleep with your two wives. Did you mean to include me, or would you prefer just your family?"

"Definitely you. This isn't about sex anymore. This is about being with the people that I love, and that definitely includes you."

Brownie points through the roof! I don't know what I'd use them for though, as Julia does everything I want anyway. Or would do, if I had a chance to want something before she anticipated it. I immediately got some very nice hugs and kisses though.

^

The rest of the school day was fine, apart from the aforementioned homosexual guys coming on to me. That was VERY NOT fine.

An increased number of girls came onto me too (which WAS fine). Several of them saying they'd looked for me at lunchtime. I just said, "I had my lunch elsewhere." The last thing I wanted was high-school students looking for me around middle school when I was FINALLY getting to boink any of Carol's group. I either directed them to their Liaisons, or collected their names, numbers and grades, also as aforementioned (useful word, that one. It's nice to have learned some useful English from Mom).

Lily and Pat were walking around less uncomfortably, but were no doubt thankful that a lot of time at school was spent sitting down. Not that they were perfectly comfortable sitting, but it was much better than walking. When the two of them were together, as their schedules permitted, they were openly friendly and affectionate. The "affectionate" aspect caught several people's attention.

I overheard one guy asking them about it (for some reason, it was mostly guys that noticed their affection. We must also be more observant. Or perhaps not, because he hadn't noticed me in the room).

Pat answered him, in a voice that was just a little louder than normal (good girl!), "Sure. Lily and I slept with Egg last night. Didn't you know about that? I thought everyone did. He was awesome!" Pat had observantly spotted me in the room and she knew on what side her bread was buttered.

"But, um, how come you and Lily are so friendly? How come you're not competing with each other? I don't mean to be nosey or anything; I'm just curious. I thought Julia was his girlfriend. How many girlfriends does he want?"

"I don't know. You should ask him."

Lily pointed behind "not nosey but curious" guy, who turned to see me. He couldn't have been that curious, because he was too embarrassed to hang around to ask. I don't think my prepared answer ("Lots!") would have been helpful anyway.

I encountered Dakota several times during the day, as she was in some of my classes. She was very excited about our planned session this afternoon, because of how good she'd heard I was. She was also somewhat scared, because of how good she'd heard I was. Lily, Laila, Pat and Julia had all told her stories, and she was quite worked up. I was looking forward to Dakota's session because she has an especially good figure. Even better than Pat's, although Pat's face was significantly more beautiful. If I put that mathematically: Dakota's face wasn't as good as Pat's, but BOTH her breasts were better, which gave the match to Dakota. Dakota was worried though, and asked me to go easy on her.

I reassured her, "Of course I will, Dakota. I like you," (see my previous comment about the quality of her breasts). "The other girls should have told you that I'm not a bully."

"Oh, I know you're not a bully. I couldn't imagine you being like that. But Lily and Pat are sore. They say 'good sore', but it still looks very sore. I don't want to be sore afterward."

"We don't have long. Unfortunately, because I like you. I've got a very busy evening this evening and some important quizzes tomorrow morning." That confused Dakota as we tend not to have school quizzes on Saturday mornings! Seeing her puzzlement, I added, "For some of my college courses."

"Ahh. You are busy, aren't you?"

"Not nearly as busy as I'm going to be next year! But don't worry about that. You and I don't have long for our session and we can ALWAYS finish early if you want me to. I'd never go longer than you're comfortable with. I wouldn't do that anyway, but I'd like it if you wanted to come back for more some day" (see my previous comment about the quality of her breasts).

Dakota said, "The other girls said you were a gentleman. They also said you were a nonstop fucking machine. That sounds contradictory."

"I'll make sure the gentleman is in charge of the machine, AND that you've got control of the 'Off' switch. Okay?"

"Thanks. I'm excited but scared too."

"I can understand that. These clothes would scare anybody. I look like a homosexual thug." I was using my ultimate weapon to distract her.

"Are you kidding! Those clothes are HOT! You don't look like a thug at all, not with that cute little ass." Which I took as confirmation that I looked like a homosexual.

Our conversation had already sunk to a low level (it was about my ass), so I'll stop recording it further.

The plan was for Dakota to ride her bike to Julia's, while I drove via my home. Pretty much a repeat of what we'd done with Laila, even to me having to pop into home to grab some clothes to wear to the dinner party for The Boys' girlfriends, as my current clothes were unfit for polite social company. Fine for homosexual company, but not for polite company.

When school finished, the four of us - Julia, Carol, Donna and me - quickly gathered at our car, and headed home. I didn't want to keep Dakota waiting (see my previous comment about the quality of her breasts).

As soon as we were rolling, Julia said, "Our lovely man says that he doesn't want to play around with any girls after his soccer game. He wants to spend quality time with all his loved ones because he misses us all so much. So after a little inescapable socializing we'll go back to the Anderson house. We'll have dinner at your place and stay the night in the new bed. Donna, that'll just be his wives, in case your hopes got up, but you get to go running with Mark Sunday morning if you want to. How does that sound?"

They thought that sounded wonderful. Carol said, "That sounds wonderful." (See, I told you) "I miss him very much, especially after what he was doing to my nipples at lunchtime."

I chuckled at that, because it'd been fun.

Donna asked, "What did he do?"

Oops. Donna didn't know about TK, and I didn't want her to. Carol had possibly forgotten that so I didn't want to risk waiting to hear what she said. I couldn't go "{Cough, cough}" to put Carol off because Donna would know she was being kept in the dark about something. I wanted to use TK to keep Carol quiet, ideally by pinching her lips together. By bad luck Carol was sitting behind the driver's seat, so I couldn't see her, and therefore couldn't see where to TK. But I could see her in the car's internal rear view mirror. Moving sideways just a little gave me a clear view of Carol's face in the mirror, and I tried to create TK-points, but the creation process failed. I'd never tried doing it via a mirror before, and I didn't have time to experiment now, as Carol was about to answer Donna's question.

The street looked safe for a second - there were cars all around us but they were moving smoothly - so I turned all the way around in my seat, hoping that Prof or Vanessa were not anywhere within sight of me. As soon as I saw Carol, I clamped her lips shut, then immediately turned back to look at the street. I REALLY like looking at the street when I am driving! My turning away from Carol had killed my TK-points, but I hoped the brief contact gave Carol enough of a hint. I said, with what I hoped was just the right amount of concern, "Oh no! Was my staring at you that obvious? I loved the thin top and bra you were wearing, but I REALLY hope none of the other girls saw me staring at you?" At lunch I'd been careful NOT to stare at her. I'd kept her in my field of view but I had rarely looked directly at her - just enough to be natural, like when she was talking - so we had no problem in that respect, only now about Donna's question.

Carol's no dummy (she's smarter than I am), and she got my hint. "Umm, he was making them hard. I haven't been with him for far too long, and they got hard every time Mark looked at me. I don't think anyone else noticed, but I sure did, and it made me miss him a lot. Did you notice my nipples, Donna?"

"No, but I was mostly looking at the other girls. No one seemed to notice anything. I think they were all FAR too busy looking at Mark's nipples, haha."

That caused plenty of laughter, and relief for me. I think I'll have a talk with Carol and Julia, to get them never to sit directly behind me in case I need to do that again. Donna can have that seat permanently. If Carol had been in any other seat, pinching her lips would have been far easier and safer.

Julia resumed, "Carol and Donna, you'll be home Saturday evening, won't you?"

"Yeah," from Donna | "I will DEFINITELY be home now, but would've been anyway," from Carol.

"Can you also please check with your parents tonight, to make sure they haven't got any plans to go out?"

Carol said, "Will do. Do Mom and Dad know about your finishing college next year, Mark?"

I'd have preferred not to tell them because I knew I'd hit a brick wall and fail to finish, but Mom would obviously find out about Prof's expectation from Vanessa. I wasn't looking forward to seeing Mom's and Dad's enthusiasm, knowing I was going to be letting them down, but I couldn't see an escape anywhere. I'd do what Julia said, and just go forward and cross that bridge so I could hit the wall (she doesn't talk like that, but you know what I mean). "No, they don't. That's one of the reasons I need to catch up with them."

There was something else that was worrying me. Prof said people from overseas colleges and big companies would start chasing after me next year. How would my failing to finish a degree affect that? I wanted to hear those offers because I might find something that suited my rather peculiar abilities. Mixed up in that was some worries I had about buying our mansion. I want us to have a mansion and live together very much, but if I get chased even harder because I'd started college courses, might that mean I leave Corvallis sooner? Maybe immediately after I finish 12th grade in June. That wouldn't give much time to live in the mansion, especially in the attached house for me and my girls. I wasn't comfortable with how uncertain my future was getting. Making it worse was that no one was taking my failing college seriously, so I didn't think I'd get good advice about what would happen if that eventuality occurred. I'd been worrying about it, on and off, all day. Not seriously heavy worries, because no decision was required yet, but it hardly made me enthusiastic to tell Mom and Dad about my "finishing college next year," to quote Carol.

Julia changed the subject, "Carol, do you want to come clothes shopping with Mark and me tomorrow morning?"

#2: <Could we say we didn't want to?>

Carol answered, "Thanks for asking, but I think I'll leave it to you. It'd be great fun..."

I expressed my opinion, "{Raspberry}." Yippee! I got to use one. That hardly ever happens. It felt good too, even though they ignored it.

" ... but I'm getting behind on my schoolwork. That NEVER used to happen, but my life has changed SO MUCH! I won't be able to do any schoolwork from about 1:30 tomorrow, because of Mark's soccer game and being together afterward. Sunday we've got bowling at noon and lunch after. I think I should catch up while I can."

^

[As it turned out, Carol's schoolwork catch-up plan failed. This afternoon and tonight she received many phone calls from girls in her grade wanting to talk about how incredible her brother was, and asking how they could get to meet him.

On Saturday morning Carol received more of the same, plus a visit from a very distraught and sleepless Gia. Gia had gone home right after her nipple-sucking, so Carol hadn't had a chance to cheer her up at school. That probably wouldn't have been doable anyway, as the time between classes is too short for good conversation.

The first Carol saw of Gia was when she turned up on Saturday to beg me for another chance. I wasn't there, and Carol refused to say where I was or give out my cellphone number, so Gia spent far too long begging Carol for my forgiveness. All of this occurred when I was either at the Williams' house or shopping. I was even GLAD to have been shopping, when I learned I'd missed Gia. Sorry for Carol, but glad for me.]

^

At my place I ran in, grabbed a decent set of clothes, grabbed an indecent kiss from Carol (it'd been far too long), and ran back out to the car, eager to get a lot more indecency. I was eagerly looking forward to my first session with Dakota, more than I had for any of the other girls I'd had recently.

Yesterday I'd increased my 'score' from two to five - it'd been a GREAT day - but I'd been a bit nervous about the girls yesterday, whereas today I was an experienced old hand at this quick boinking business. Plus it's worth mentioning that Dakota has REALLY nice tits.

Dakota was waiting for us outside Julia's front door, and the two girls started chatting away. My wife and very-soon-to-be lover chatted happily, glad to see each other. Life is bizarre. It fell to me to unlock the front door and disable the alarm.

Dakota noticed, and with surprise asked me, "You've got your own key and know the alarm code to Julia's house?"

"Yeah."

"My parents would NEVER let me give a boyfriend a key and the codes. They'd hit the roof if I suggested it." Dakota asked Julia, "If your parents know you and Mark are that serious, how come they don't mind him having sex with other girls? That doesn't make any sense."

I was comfortable answering, "It was Julia's father who gave me the key and code. For a reason that really doesn't have much to do with my relationship with Julia or sex, regardless of who it's with. I come and go at funny times to study my college courses here because Julia's dad supervises my work. I'm doing Math courses and he's a Professor of Mathematics at OSU. It was easier for me to have my own key so I can come and go easily."

"They must really trust you, to let you into their home whenever you want."

Amusingly, our plan was that in a few months they'd be going in and out of MY home, if you consider my winning the money to pay for it made the mansion mine. Legally I couldn't care less how it was going to be organized. I tend to leave organizational stuff up to the Williamses. For two reasons: (1) They are ALL really good at it, and (2) I'm not.

"You know, we could stand here and discuss that, or we could go upstairs to bed. Can you guess which option I prefer?"

And to think that I'd been worried about how to greet Laila and Lily yesterday. I was getting 'cool' real fast. Or perhaps 'horny' might be more accurate? Yeah, probably.

Dakota didn't bother to guess, she just laughed and blamed Julia, "It wasn't my fault. Julia who was talking to me."

"Yeah. She's always making it hard for me to screw other girls. She's a real nuisance. Come in, girls." I waved them in hornily (it's the same as "waved them in eagerly," but with an erection).

On the way upstairs, Julia said, "I'll be in our study. Have fun, Mark. I don't have to wish for Dakota to have fun because I know EXACTLY what she's going to be receiving. It's going to be fun, all right!" Julia left us at the doorway into her bedroom.

Dakota stopped and asked me, "What does the sign mean?"

"It means, 'Run into the room, take your clothes off, and lie on your back.' You'd better do what it says right away, because it means business!" Thinking about the previous "Cool or Horny" question, I can confirm that "Horny" was the right answer.

Dakota didn't run, but there wasn't far to go so I was prepared to accept her merely walking in. I quickly hung up the change of clothes I'd brought, and turned to face Dakota.

I'd used up all my cool by now, so I went with honesty. "I've been looking forward to seeing you naked, Dakota."

"Not as much as I've been looking to seeing you, especially after the stories I've been hearing all day."

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours?" Was that cool or stupid? I couldn't make up my mind, and I was too horny to care.

As I was in a hurry, the obvious next step would be for me to speed the Dakota-stripping process by starting to undress her myself, since she hadn't yet started. I walked up to her and tried to figure out how her outfit came off. I couldn't see how. I looked again because I was very motivated, but still couldn't see how. I walked around her. Nothing - no buttons, zips, or levers labeled "Open in an Emergency".

Good grief! I have never, in my whole life, had a moment's hesitation in knowing how to remove any item of male clothing (always my own, I hasten to point out). Men have shirts with buttons up the front, or if there are no buttons, then simply lift the item up over the head. That's it! It doesn't take long to work out which procedure to use for any specific male top. Men's pants are even easier. You undo the fly and push them down. Unless I'm wearing shorts, in which case you can often skip the "undo the fly" step, and the rest of the procedure is unaffected. It's not rocket science, because it SHOULDN'T be rocket science. Clothing needs to be removed often, which makes removal one of its functional requirements. So why make it apparently impossible?

I was stumped, and Dakota was just smiling, looking at me.

I said, "Change of plan. I undress me; you undress you."

I didn't wait around. I pulled my shirt over my head, hearing her say, "Wow!"

I threw my shirt on the bed; the wastepaper can being by Julia's vanity and too far away. Dakota stepped closer and put her hands on my naked chest. Which would be nice in the fullness of time, but I wanted to put MY hands on HER naked chest, and we were still no closer to that. She started telling me how amazing my body was.

#4: <If we grabbed her by her ankles and shook her upside-down, do you think her clothes might fall off?>

#2: <They're too tight. I suggest a pair of scissors.>

#4: <If we strip entirely, will she get the hint or be even more distracted?>

#3: <Let's take our shoes and socks off. I doubt our feet will distract her and our removing things might get her moving.>

I sat on the bed and start to carry out my hopeful plan.

Dakota took the couple of step required maintain her position beside me, and continue to explore my torso with her hands. "You've got fantastic muscles, and I can't get over how narrow your waist is. How do you get it so narrow?"

I was, in fact, quite happy to talk about my exercise program, as the entire conversation would be over before it started. In a logical world it would have been anyway, but I could easily imagine me saying "I don't exercise", and then her asking "But how come yaddah, yaddah, time-wasting-yaddah." Several possible answers crossed my mind: "I exercise by beating girls who don't strip fast enough", "By climbing the walls in frustration", and several others which were even less useful. I was forced to resort to a tactic which rarely works on girls. As a measure of how desperate I was, I used logic: "Dakota, I am very horny for you, and can't do anything about it while you are still fully dressed. Would you please strip for me?"

"I'm a bit reluctant. Not scared exactly, but..." Dakota's explanation tailed off.

I had a feeling that my saying, "Don't worry, I'm enthusiastic enough for both of us" wouldn't work. Why did this have to happen with the girl with the best tits?

Which gave me an idea, "But you had no trouble taking off all your clothes yesterday morning, when I chose you to be one of the Liaisons?"

"That was different."

Which wasn't exactly a very helpful explanation. I was internally debating calling in the big guns (going to get Julia), when Dakota giggled, and added, "That was very funny, wasn't it?"

VERY! But I answered, "Yes. How good you looked then was one of the reasons I picked you as my Liaison. Also because of how confident you seemed." The last point being a complete fabrication that I just made up and tacked onto the end. I was getting desperate. (If you think I was looking at all those naked girls yesterday, and noticing their "confidence", then you don't know me at all.)

"You like my breasts, don't you?"

#4: <Uh oh. In an ideal world we'd say "Yes", and she'd say, "Let me show them to you then," but I've a feeling that's not going to happen here. If we say "Yes" are we going to get slapped?>

#3: <She doesn't seem angry. On the other hand, she's not smiling. And she's not naked either!>

So I asked, "Umm, what makes you say that?"

"You've been looking at them since yesterday afternoon. You never used to do that."

#4: <Busted! I'd point out there was a pun in that, but I'm not feeling humorous. We might as well start our studying now because this session is doomed. It looks like we're not going to be short of study time tonight after all.>

#3: <Look on the bright side: this way we definitely won't miss any shopping time tomorrow morning.>

#4: <{Groan}.>

I grabbed the joined-together holes that pretends to be my shirt, and started searching through it to work out how to put it back on (that's actually quite difficult. In a normal T-shirt you stick your head in the big hole and push it out of the middle small hole. Identifying the correct holes is considerably more difficult with this shirt). I was also thinking that Julia would probably insist we find a replacement Liaison, because I was pretty sure Julia wanted all the Liaisons to have been boinked by me.