Chapter 112: Hot Tub Party; Things Get Sexy

Sunday, April 24, 2005 (Continued)

Julia pointed out, "If you think you all understand how uniquely special Mark is, let me tell you that your understanding means NOTHING unless you change your behavior. If you continue to treat him like an ordinary boy, then you've learned nothing. Emily, why are you wearing a bra?"

"Huh?" Emily was taken by surprise, not ready to be singled out.

"Why are you wearing a bra? Is it because you don't feel comfortable exposing yourself?"

"Yes. That's right."

Julia continued, "But I've seen your breasts dozens of times. So have most of the other girls here. You're not worried about showing your breasts to the girls are you? Only to Mark?"

Emily didn't want to admit it, but after a couple more exchanges, Julia dragged it out of her.

After Emily's shameful confession, Julia said, "Emily's reluctance would be perfectly natural with any other boy. I for one wouldn't be showing myself like this to any other guys, and I'm sure most of you - if not all of you - wouldn't either. But Mark's different. Is he EVER different! He's spent the last ten minutes holding his sister in his arms because she got a little upset earlier. Sure he looks at our bodies - I'd be quite upset with him if he didn't! - but he's a GIVER not a TAKER. He gives caring, comfort and help, whether to someone as close to him as a sister, or to Chloe, who he's probably barely said two words to all year. I'm sure that none of the girls who are naked or topless now feel as if Mark has been taking advantage of them. Most of them are probably WISHING that he would take advantage, haha." Several of them strongly agreed with that. That was VERY nice to know! I was having a good day from that point of view. EXCEPT no goddamned sex yet, argh! I did make mental notes of which girls had been the strongest agreers though, for possible future action.

^-- "When I see you wearing that bra, Emily, I see a girl who doesn't understand Mark, and is perhaps not a very giving person. Donna would probably just think you were being silly."

Donna giggled and started confirming Julia's guess. I squeezed Donna, telling her, "I think you've made that point often enough today. Let it go. Try to think of nice things to say about the girls who do treat me the way you like."

I'd been hoping Donna would remember my advice the next time she wanted to make a negative comment, so she took me by surprise when she immediately said, "Some of them have got wonderful bodies. I wish I looked like them."

I didn't want to get bogged down with Donna's self-esteem issues, especially because I knew why she wanted to be more mature, so I exclaimed, "They HAVE!" I hammed up a very pointedly staring around all the girls bodies, fairly quickly, then said, "Oh my God! There ARE some sexy, naked girls here."

I turned to face Donna, and waved my forefinger in front of her face in a scolding manner, telling her off, "How many times have I told you, young lady! Whenever you see a sexy, naked, beautiful girl, you HAVE TO tell me about it RIGHT AWAY! You know I'm no good at spotting them for myself. Good grief! You've wasted an hour that I could have spent ogling them."

I was going to say, "When we get home I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you," but that might have sexual connotations, especially with us both being naked at the moment, so I changed it, saying, "When we get home I'm going to tell Mom and Dad on you. Wait till they hear that you didn't point out ANY sexy, naked girls to me. You're going to be in SO much trouble." Donna, having been successfully distracted from her own body, giggled along quite happily.

Julia suddenly spoke up, "Emily, stop taking off your bra."

Emily said, "Ahh, I thought I should. I thought you wanted me to?"

Julia said, "Definitely not. I wasn't trying to force you into removing it. I don't care about your bra, I was just using it as an example. The issue isn't whether or not you're wearing a bra, it's whether you understand how special Mark is. One day, when you finally understand Mark, MANY of your behaviors will change. Not just bra wearing, but your entire approach to your relationship with Mark, just as the way I treat him is totally different than how I ever thought I'd treat a boyfriend. Once you understand Mark, you'll understand my behavior. I'd even prefer that Emily or any of you who are still wearing something, NOT take anything off, at least for half an hour or more. I don't want you to regret anything tomorrow or feel that I pressured you. That is ENTIRELY your choice, as I've said many times already. Mark's got plenty of naked girls to look at already, so one or two more won't make any difference."

Figuring that Julia was more or less finished with this issue, I said, in a mock-reprimanding voice, "Julia! That's just SILLY talk! Everyone knows that the more sexy, naked girls there are, the better! There's no such thing as too many. That'd be like saying, 'No thanks, I've had enough pizza.' It's just WRONG! Not that I'm trying to pressure you, Emily, or any of the other girls who aren't naked. I'd NEVER pressure YOU. What I'm doing is telling Julia off. Clearly Julia should have invited FIFTY girls here today. That way I'd have TWICE as many sexy naked girls to look at. What on Earth were you thinking Julia, to ONLY invite twenty five girls? I'm VERY WORRIED about your attitude, young lady! Only twenty five girls for me! Good grief, don't you realize how special I am?"

Amid the laughter, one girl teased, "But you just told Donna that you weren't even looking, so what difference does how many make? Haha."

I knew Julia was quite happy, and even preferred for me to admit that I liked sexy girls. If nothing else, because that made it a lot easier for her to provide them. Julia had talked about my liking breasts just as we were finishing lunch, for example. I just had to make DAMNED SURE that I didn't act like a typical teenage boy about it. I had to pretend to be mature, which was a real pain sometimes, like when there were twenty-odd bodies that I definitely wanted to ogle, and had great trouble stopping myself from doing so. Fortunately, when I've determined that I HAVE to do something, I'm not easily distracted. Normally one or other of the minds won't forget to behave, or will remember quickly if I start going awry. So from the girls' perspectives, my eyeballs seem well behaved. Thank goodness none of them had a clue about what some of my thoughts had been! Not only didn't they have a clue, they actually had the opposite idea: that I was a gentleman - ha!

I confessed, "Umm. I might have been stretching the truth a little with Donna. Maybe quite a lot more than a little. In all honesty, I have very much enjoyed seeing so many good looking bodies. Emily, and the other girls who're in underwear, if you think I don't find you sexy, then you're very, very wrong. You're walking around in your little lacy things, and I think you look HOT! You'd start a riot if you came to school looking like that, so I'm CERTAINLY not complaining about how you look. I am HIGHLY appreciative of it. I'm a VERY happy teenage boy! Thank you all, every single one of you, for the trust you are showing me and the pleasure you are bringing me. And if any of you see me drooling, please just wipe it up quietly, so the others don't find out what sort of boy I really am."

"We KNOW what sort of boy you are. If you were drooling, it was because you were thinking about pizza, haha."

#2: <Hey, she stole my joke! I was setting that up. Oh well, it's still working.>

Julia said, "Let me summarize. Mark's got four things going for him. One, he's the world's best overall athlete, and could be the world's best player in several sports if he wanted to be. Two, he's an Einstein-level genius. Three, he's wonderfully nice. Given numbers one and two, it's amazing he's not an arrogant asshole..."

#3: <We probably would've been, had we been born this capable, but it's really only been the last three months that things have come together so wonderfully. But it makes you think what we might be like in a few years time. Junior jocks can turn into total assholes within two or three years of joining the team, so what're we going to be like in five years, say?>

#1: <I can't see Julia, Carol or ESPECIALLY Prof and Vanessa allowing that! Mom might have a few words to say too.>

#3: <Yeah, that's for sure.>

" ... You all heard how much time and effort Mark put into talking Brenda into realizing that he could bowl perfect games. I don't know how many of you spotted that he didn't do that because he wants to impress you with his bowling ability. If that was important to him he could easily have stayed in the alley and bowled two, three or even a world-record number of perfect games. He spent so long talking to Brenda to stop me losing my temper. I was about to blow my stack at her for not realizing how incredible Mark is, and Mark didn't want me to do that. It would've upset our afternoon and I would have been very embarrassed about it later. Mark spent that much time and effort just to save us from a temporary upset. How long would he spend on Chloe's far more important self-esteem issues?"

#1: <Personally, I'm hoping to spend a great deal of time on Chloe's issues.>

#2: <Me too. Just as well her issues are big enough for all four of us.>

Julia summarized her previous summary (she does tend to get carried away once she starts), "Number one, incredible athlete. Number two, incredible genius. Number three, incredibly nice, caring and loving. And number four is: incredible ass." Julia caught them all by surprise, but they quickly shouted their agreement. Loudly and enthusiastically, throwing in many ribald comments.

After it'd gone on for long enough, I held up my arms for some silence. When I finally got some, I said, "Julia never told me how she decided who to invite today." That caught their attention. "When I first saw you all I decided it was because how good looking all of you are. That's obvious just from looking around." Many of them did look around, so I milked it a bit longer (for some reason I was thinking of milking things). "You're all beautiful. Except when you get reminded of it, you're otherwise unselfconscious, natural beauties. It's a visual pleasure being in the same room as so much beauty. But as beautiful as you all are, I've just realized that your beauty wasn't Julia's criterion for inviting you today."

^-- That puzzled them. Julia was just smiling happily, knowing me well enough by now to know a joke was coming. "When Julia was summarizing, she said I was an incredible athlete, and you all nodded your agreement. She said I was an incredible genius and you nodded." Some of them started getting it, so I had to rush on. "Incredibly nice, you nodded. Incredible ass, and you whooped it up BIG TIME! Julia invited you because you've all got DIRTY minds!"

They reveled in it! I particularly liked the response of the girl who yelled back, "Someone's got to have; you sure don't!" Lots of the girls yelled or laughed their agreement with that. Maybe Julia's criterion had been "Easily fooled", because they didn't know me worth a damn. Julia looked extremely pleased that they'd fallen for that lie so well.

I was therefore a little surprised when Julia called back, "You're all totally wrong. Mark DOES have a dirty mind."

^-- They quieted down quickly, so Julia could explain this interesting new development, "He LOVES that you're all naked or down to your underwear. This is a dream come true for him. But - and this is a HUGE but - he's also an EXTREMELY cautious, caring gentleman. Mark, is your cock hard? Come out from behind Donna please."

My cock wasn't hard, but only because of about five thousand go-softs. We'd been having to do them so continuously that we'd gotten the centered mind to try maintaining center and maintaining the feeling of being soft, and we'd found that worked well. It meant stopping practicing projecting ki, but that didn't matter for a few hours. I stepped to one side so twenty five girls, even Carol and Donna, could look at my soft cock. It's one of the prices I have to pay for working with Julia.

Julia said, "A room full of beautiful naked girls, and Mark is soft. That's how much of a gentleman he is, right down to not even feeling the desire. How many guys do you know who are that much of a gentleman?" None, apparently.

^-- "Just while we're on the topic: Mark has been hugging his naked sister to his naked body for the last ten to fifteen minutes, with her ass pressed against his cock, and he's a soft as a wet noodle. I'm sure none of you were still thinking about that issue, but if you were, there's the proof."

#3: <Julia's got a LOT of faith in our being soft. I know she gave us a little warning before asking us to step out from behind Donna, but two seconds is NOT enough time for most guys. Her faith is scary, and you know what I mean by that, don't you?>

#1: <Here's an idea, let's NOT talk with Julia about it. Our life seems to be going quite well at the moment, so let's not rock the boat.>

They all looked at the proof again, including Donna, who giggled. I got a little worried about her getting cocky and putting her foot in it, so I said in a mock-serious tone (hoping she'd understand that even the mock was mock, and that I was serious), "Mind yourself, young lady. I brought a spare sister here today, just in case you act up."

"{Giggle}. I just think it's funny that I never noticed. Really, I didn't." Phew, that was innocent, and I understood her message.

"I'm VERY happy to hear that! That was Julia's point about me and my sisters."

"I know THAT. It's just funny is all. Any other boy did that to me, I'd rip it off and throw it away, but I didn't even notice with you."

#2: <I'm not sure Donna should be taking karate lessons. I wonder if we can suggest she changes to piano lessons, or ballet, or some other non-body-part-ripping-off hobby?>

Vanessa walked in, again without a warning knock. She said, "Hello everyone." There was the usual surprise, sudden modest movements, which quickly settled down. This time one of the modest urges was mine. I was totally exposed, but I knew Julia's theme so I stood there, naked, in front of my girlfriend's mother. This would be another one of the prices I have to pay for working with Julia. I sure didn't expect this one though.

After the greetings, Vanessa said, "The clothes have been washed and dried. I've put them in one of the cubbyholes, Julia. How's it going?"

"Thanks very much, Mom. We're going great, RIGHT GIRLS?"

The girls all enthusiastically agreed. A few seconds into their agreements, one of the girls said, "Mark's incredible." Which soon got picked up on by all the other girls, and they all started yelling their comments.

They were yelling stuff I had no interest in, so I spent the time looking closely at Lily. She'd been puzzling me since the end of my Barry the Bully speech to Brenda. For quite a long time thereafter Lily's expression had been one of self-satisfied elation. Like she'd achieved some huge victory. This puzzled me because she hadn't done anything. Maybe Julia could've felt that way, because Julia had set this up, but for Lily it didn't make sense. Her expression had gradually subsided, but she still looked somewhat self-satisfied and proud. I couldn't think of a reason for it. I let her see me looking at her, and her reaction was immediately a great deal of happiness that she was perfectly happy to show me. Certainly not the reaction of anyone up to anything surreptitious. I decided I didn't understand females.

I glanced around the room, trying to find things to look at. For some reason I felt uncomfortable looking Vanessa in the eyes. I saw the snacks, and almost went to grab some. All that talk about pizza must've made me hungry. But I realized walking to get them would've drawn attention on to me, so I stood still. I'd wait until Vanessa left. I noticed Savannah and Carol were standing next to each other. They had been for some time, but I just remembered my hope of Carol having sex with Savannah. I wouldn't be able to see it, but it'd still be fun to think about. They weren't holding hands or anything like that, which was a pity, but at least they were standing together. I took a moment or ten to admire Savannah's body. It wasn't as sexy as Carol's, but it was very nice in other ways. She was slightly taller than Carol, but seemed much more so because she was so slim and toned. Black skinned, with very short pussy hair and slightly smaller than average-sized breasts. If she wanted to eat crackers in my bed, I'd fetch them for her.

What else could I look at? There was some sort of MTV video playing on the big screen, with the sound turned down low, which caught my attention, so I watched that for a while. I listened to the talk, and nothing of any consequence was said, and then Vanessa made to depart. I turned around to say goodbye (least I could do). It came out as, "See you later, Vanessa."

"I see you too, Mark. Now I know what Julia sees in you." Vanessa left, while the girls discussed the pretty shade of red I was.

Emily said, "Julia, I'd like to take off my bra. I feel comfortable about that now. Is that okay with you?"

"You know the answer to that. It's entirely your choice. I don't even want you to think you need to ask me. Just do whatever you want."

"Okay, thanks."

Don't ask me why, because it makes no logical sense, but I felt a rush of arousal at the image of Emily taking off her bra for me. All the tits already exposed in the room, and I get aroused over two more! Weird. The continual go-softs prevented any physical sign of my interest, but I still felt it. There wasn't anything noteworthy about Emily's breasts either, they were of average size, which was perfectly fine by me. In my experience (recently VERY much increased), there's no such thing as unattractive breasts, from Donna's up to Chloe's. Obviously Chloe's are magnificent, but all girls' tits are good. Certainly all the ones here were VERY good!

Emily, without having yet made any attempt to remove her bra, started heading out of the room. I realized she was going to take it off by the cubbyholes. Because I'm a pervert, I said, "Emily," she stopped, "ONLY if you are comfortable doing so, but I'd appreciate watching while you took it off. You can certainly do it in the other room if you prefer, but I'd enjoy watching you do it here."

Emily dithered briefly, then she said, "I guess I'd be silly to mind. You're going to see me when I come back anyway. Okay then." She started reaching behind her, looking a little nervous but doing it anyway.

Julia said, "Emily. Stop for a moment..."

#2: <We've got to get ourselves a better girlfriend. This one's no good!>

" ... It's good that you agreed, but think about this. Your breasts are the first ones that Mark has shown any interest in all day, and this is the first time he's taken the initiative with any girl. Rather than your having an 'I suppose so' attitude, you should be PROUD to undress in front of Mark, and he would enjoy it a lot more that way too. The reason you are undressing is to make Mark happy, so why not do the best job of it you can?"

After a moment, Emily wondered aloud, "I am the first, aren't I." Not really a question, just her working it out for herself. Then I saw her stand straighter with pride when she knew she was. "I AM the first!" she declared. With pride she faced me square on, reached behind her with both hands, wiggled her chest from side to side a few times to build my interest. It did, without affecting my cock visibly though. Then Emily undid her bra and lowered it in a slowly revealing way. It was a very enjoyable mini-striptease.

When she was fully exposed to me, after a couple of more wiggles to show them off well, I said, "Thank you VERY much, Emily. They're lovely breasts, and were well worth waiting to see. And especially thank you for your attitude, that's marvelous."

"{Giggle}. Thank you, Mark. I'm glad you like them. They're nothing special, they're just..."

That attitude had to be squashed. "Emily! They ARE special! ALL breasts are WONDERFUL." I'd overdone the pizza jokes today, so I went straight on with, "Second, and by FAR the most importantly, you happily presented them to me as a GIFT. A gift that I very much appreciated because, as Julia said, I truly do have a dirty mind, haha. How could a dirty-minded boy NOT have just had a wonderful time? Thank you very much for your very special gift." In retrospect, it was probably too elevated. Sooner or later we've GOT TO lower the tone of this afternoon. Preferably soon and by a LOT! Nonetheless, Emily was EXTREMELY happy, as any girl who's honored enough to be allowed to remove her bra to show me her tits should be.

Emily gushed, "Thank you so much. You're SO NICE. Thank you so much too, Julia. That was so much better than how I would've done it. I feel great."

Julia suggested, "Why don't you walk up to Mark then, and let him feel your breasts for a few seconds."

#2: <I seriously like our girlfriend. Let's keep her!>

"Oh," said a startled Emily.

"It's up to you, Emily. You know for a fact that Mark will never impose himself on you. It's your decision whether you like him well enough. Obviously you TRUST him well enough, because all of us can see that no one is more trustworthy than Mark. So the only questions are: how much do you like him, and do you want to show him that you like him." Logically speaking, there were other ways she could show her liking me, but giving me her breasts to play with was a sufficiently enjoyable method that I didn't feel inclined to speak up.

Savannah said, "If Mark doesn't want to play with Emily's, he can play with mine ANY TIME he wants!" Carol turned around to talk with Savannah, and I REALLY wanted to hear what they said, but it was drowned out by all the other damned girls clamoring to tell me I could play with their breasts too. [I asked Carol later. Disappointingly she was just thanking Savannah for being nice to me.]

To my surprise, I wasn't instantly swamped by a rush of girls running up to stick their breasts into my hands. They were only offering verbally, which was confusingly well behaved of them, as any idea I'd had that these were proper young ladies had long since been destroyed. The insane "Strip then Attack Mark in the Hot Tub" incident at the beginning had convinced me of the dangers of a mob mind, especially a female mob. That they were still standing back was probably a testament to their respect for Julia or fear of Donna, behind whom I was standing again. You may think I'm complaining, but you didn't see how voracious they were when they mobbed me in the tub, and later when they re-stripped and felt me up. I was prepared to dive under the pool table if they charged.

By the way, I was behind Donna, but self-consciously far enough behind her that my cock and her ass weren't touching. Several minutes ago Donna had tried to quietly back her ass into contact, but I'd turned my hold of her into a forceful holding away, strong enough that she knew I was on to her game. She'd behaved since.

When the noise level dropped, Julia said, "While Emily's making up her mind, I'm going to promote myself to the head of the line and get Mark to start by rubbing my breasts." Julia took the couple of steps required.

Amid the delightful clamoring of the other girls, Emily loudly announced, "I've made up my mind. I'd LOVE to let Mark touch me." It was obvious that peer pressure had worked its magic on her. It had only partially worked back when Emily had first got undressed, but she'd received a GREAT deal of positive reinforcement and approval since then, plus some sweet personal attention from yours truly.

Julia said, "Strangely enough, Emily, I don't want to hear your answer until Mark has finished with me, haha." I was looking forward to feeling Julia's breasts, but she pulled my head down into a scorcher of a kiss instead. That was nice too.

After some very enjoyable kissing, Julia pulled my head into a hug, saying loud enough for the girls to hear, "What an amazing day this has been." Under the noise of all the girls agreeing with that, Julia quickly whispered to me, "Get hard from now on. Unless sisters are involved. Use your judgment."

#1: <Crikey! Julia's got a high opinion of our abilities.>

#3: <It's not as if it's hard to be hard, haha, is it? Julia did say "from now", so, #4! - stop the go-softs, okay?>

#4: <Yippee! Call me when it's my turn.>

We were rock hard before you've read this sentence.

[A bit of background information. Back when we'd first discovered centering, we'd rotated the on-duty time purely by the clock, an hour at a time. That was still our default process, but if there was something interesting going on (this party would qualify), then we'd learned to be fairer, by trying to ensure that each mind had an equal amount of fun. We'd also discussed decentering as an option, but we had a belief that getting REALLY good at centering might be something that would be very important in our life, even more important than each mind missing out on a quarter of the sex. We were getting better at centering too, as indicated by the success of our experiment of getting the on-duty mind to do the go-softs. That mind was able to do them without losing center, and more reliably than an active mind because those minds were too easily distracted by whatever they were actively doing, especially because it was the events that required go-softs that were the most distracting.]

It was not difficult for Julia to feel the result of her request. In fact, I got hard so quickly I was surprised it didn't injure her. I was sure she'd at least have a bruise where it stabbed her.

#1: <I bet she's impressed by how obedient we are!>

"Feel my breasts please, Mark," Julia breathed out as she pulled me into another kiss. I happily proved my obedience again. After our kiss, Julia lowered her hands to around my waist, and while still holding me tight against her body, turned the top of her torso and her head around to face Emily, saying, "Emily, it's your turn to kiss Mark while he plays with your breasts... ,"

#2: <Julia just upgraded the activity. That was nice of her. Good girl.>

" ... but you might want to reconsider."

"No. I definitely want to, OH!" Julia had just stepped to the side, revealing the recent change to my physiology. Emily said something else, but I couldn't hear it over the din (make that "over the DIN!"). I had no hope of lip reading what Emily had said, not that I can do that anyway, because her head was tilted downward, as was every other female's head in the room. I could hear plenty of the other comments though. You'll be glad to know that lots of the girls thought I had a "NICE COCK, Mark!" Also heard were:

• "Wow, I want some of that." There were several enthusiastic agreements with that, including my agreement with their agreements.

• "He CAN get hard!" I did NOT appreciate that there'd EVER been any doubt!

• "You're beautiful, Mark." That was just silly - it's a COCK! And don't even start me on the gender of "beautiful".

It was quite embarrassing. On the other hand, two dozen good looking, naked, turned-on girls is a LOT MORE than quite arousing, so there wasn't a chance of me softening even a fraction. Especially as I strongly suspected that this latest extension of my anatomy was going to get a workout soon. I had no idea who with, but by now I didn't care, especially because I also hadn't cared earlier. Just so long as it involved ME! I was horny! In fact, I'd shot past horny well over an hour ago.

A girl asked, "Julia. I know you said no photos and we had to put our phones over there," indicating a pile of phones on the bar, "but I'd LOVE to take a photo of Mark now. Can I please?"

[The bar was far enough away from the rest of us to not annoy us when the girls had their phone conversations. I couldn't believe how often girls have to talk with someone! It hadn't been "a constant stream", but it certainly wasn't uncommon for one or even two of the girls to be on the phone rather than being brainwashed. I was surprised Julia hadn't insisted they turn their phones off, but I guess even Julia has limits on what she can achieve.]

Every other girl who had a camera on her phone had the same interest in suspending the party while she pursued her photographic hobby. Every other girl who did NOT have a camera urgently requested that they be sent copies from all the girls that did.

Julia eventually got them to quiet down, to tell them, "Mark would NEVER allow that. He is FAR too modest."

There were many disagreements with that. For some reason they couldn't believe that, standing the way I was, I could have any modesty at all.

Julia let them speak for a few seconds, then insisted, "Have any of you EVER heard Mark boast? You've seen him in class all year and he's never once shown off, either his intellect or physically. He didn't even want his photo on the wall at the bowling alley, let alone what you're asking for now. He doesn't want to be world famous at any sport, even though we all know he could be world famous in a dozen different sports AT THE SAME TIME if he wanted. Can you imagine how the world's media would GO MAD over a guy who could be number one in a dozen different sports at the same time and look as handsome as he does, but Mark doesn't want that. He hates the idea of it!