Chapter 121: Sleeping with Donna

Monday, April 25, 2005

Sensei didn't mind my sisters being there, and we got on with having a fantastic one-on-one training session. Sensei started by making sure I remembered the techniques he'd shown me last time, by my using them to defend against his practice attacks. You've got to like an activity where you get to throw your teacher to the floor and pin him there. It was a pity we couldn't do that to some of the teachers at school, especially the dipstick ones.

I easily remembered all the previous lesson's techniques. I have a VERY good memory. Not only because I have four of them (three in use at one time), but each memory is also better than I remember it being a year or so ago, unless I'm mis-remembering that, haha.

Before we could move onto the next new techniques, which were several different ways of throwing an opponent, Sensei first had to teach me how to roll properly. That was easy to do so he was soon able to use the momentum of my attack to throw me what seemed like several yards through the air. It was lot of fun, as he'd shown me how to land in a type of forward roll and to quickly stand up at the end. The closest thing to personally flying I was ever likely to do. Donna thought it was cool too.

My learning rate was as good as it'd been in our last training session. There were five "projection" techniques, their word for techniques in which the opponent is "projected" away, i.e., thrown. We took a snack break after my finishing those - although aikidoka never "finish" learning - eating it in a little kitchenette they had as there was a strict rule against food near the mats.

During the break both Donna and Carol said they were impressed. Donna's actually words were, "It's really cool the way you go flying all over the place."

Carol said, "You seem to be learning very quickly."

Sensei said, "Yes, you are learning to an extremely high standard very quickly, Mark. Other students can learn the basic movements of a technique not much slower than you, but their first attempts are very clumsy. It takes several years of practice for their techniques to improve to the level that you are achieving in a few minutes. You have an advantage in having such a highly developed sense of ki, but the quality and speed of your learning are still inexplicable to me."

I couldn't make it explicable to him, not without divulging to many details about myself, such as that I could read his intentions so clearly. He'd tested my ability to sense ki by intending to punch me and seeing me dodge it, but he'd never once made a comment to me during our training along the lines of, "Can you feel my ki for this movement?" I don't know why he hadn't, because the two uses of what I called "my proximity sense" seemed identical to me. I wasn't willing to volunteer much more than I already had, as the more training I did with him, the more sure I was that my proximity sense was considerably more useful than what other aikidoka used to detect incoming punches, or to walk around the mats avoiding students. I simply said, "I don't understand it either. It's like trying to explain color to a blind person. I can't identify why others can't learn as fast as me."

We finished our quick snack and headed back to the mats.

We spent the last period doing some miscellaneous techniques, such as how to deal with someone who puts their arm around your neck from behind, or who sticks a gun or knife in your back, and several others.

Sensei finished with some interesting philosophy, and we ended almost exactly at 9 o'clock. Sensei and I were both very pleased, and already looking forward to our next session.

Almost his last comment was, "Are you not fatigued, Mark?"

"No. It was fun. I'm sorry we have to stop."

"You must be very fit, because that was an intensive session. Normally students get several rests while they sit through demonstrations, but you and I almost never paused. You might find you are sore tomorrow, as nearly all of the movements we made tonight would have been movements your body is not accustomed to."

"I shouldn't think so Sensei. I've exerted myself harder than this before, and not had sore muscles. I'll tell you next week."

We called it a night, I thanked him very much, and he assured me, "I enjoyed it very much. I have never trained anyone like you. It is very interesting and rewarding."

Carol and Donna had kept themselves amused, by either watching me or doing their homework. In the car on the way home they assured me that they were glad they'd come. Donna was especially voluble, talking about how much Aikido differed from Karate. From her comments, such as, "When do you learn to hit things?" (To which my answer was, "Never. That's not part of Aikido"), we were clearly each doing the martial art that best suited us.

At home I called Julia and let her know that Carol's cooking dinner had been a complete success, and that I was eagerly waiting for Carol to re-heat the last installment as we spoke. I also told her that Carol and Donna had watched my wonderful three-hour Aikido session.

After my little pieces of news had been discussed, Julia said, "Chloe did come over after dinner, like a fly into the spider's web, haha. I had Mom primed to tell Chloe when they were introduced, 'Oh, so YOU'RE the girl Mark likes so much! I'm looking forward to finding out why.' Chloe thinks every boy likes her just because of her breasts, so she immediately noticed Mom's belief that you had a reason different from the obvious. As soon as we got to my room Chloe asked me about what Mom had said. I told her your staying in the parking lot rather than playing with two dozen naked girls obviously demonstrated you liked her and were far too mature to be influenced by bodies. Chloe knows all about the 'playing' you did, and that you had sex with half the girls. She's very impressed that you chose to keep talking to her. She complimented you for your maturity, haha. She doesn't know you well enough to know the real reason you stayed..."

#1: <Does anyone want to ask Julia what the "real reason" was?>

We feared it wouldn't be complimentary, and more to do with our immaturity than the reverse, so we decided that "ignorance was bliss" and let Julia continue uninterrupted.

" ... I made a BIG deal about how caring and unselfish you were in the parking lot, and how her suspicions and implicit accusations were an appalling way for her to treat you. I laid it on thick, and she ended up feeling miserable about her behavior. I also told her that my mom is very smart, and knows that you're far too mature and intelligent to consider breasts important. I'm a superb example of that, because mine are so small. I teased her with things like, 'How on Earth could you believe that any boy who has me as his girlfriend thinks breast size is important?' I gave her a hard time about her being the only person among the three of us thinking about her breasts, and that it was HER fixation on her breasts that caused her to mistreat you so badly, and HER that messed up her relationship with you. She's so used to thinking that guys mess up their relationships with her because of her breasts, that for me to accuse her of the same thing shocked her. She had to accept it, because of all the seemingly altruistic effort you expended trying to convince her that they weren't important to you, and because you've never made a nuisance of yourself to her. I was going to hammer that point over and over, because that's the key we're going to use to flip her, but she accepted it without much hammering being required.

^-- "Then we mostly talked about generalities, things like how with you it's all about who she is as a person not as a body, why I wasn't jealous of other girls, how I thought that she was a very nice caring girl, how I hoped she'd be able to convince you that she'd be a good girlfriend for you, what a very special guy you are, etc. I had no trouble convincing her how special you are, as the girls had told her about your sporting prowess. Your finishing your undergraduate degree next year had also been mentioned to her, plus she saw you bowl 300 so she's seen how athletically incredible you are. To start with, I couldn't tell whether she genuinely likes you, or it's just that she's very lonely for any guy to like her for herself. It doesn't really matter either way, but I now think it's probably the latter, as she doesn't seem to know you very well. Even though she's totally paranoid about her breasts, she quickly accepted that they don't matter to you, so she obviously doesn't know you at all! Haha.

^-- "Even though EVERY guy is either obvious about his interest in her breasts, or he tries to pretend he doesn't notice them but invariably slips up soon, she's still willing to give up her suspicion about your being motivated by them. Of course you'd slip up quickly too, which is why we're doing what I've suggested." (I could tell you what Julia suggested, but - as Julia often says - "You'll enjoy it more if you don't know about it in advance.")

Julia gave me many more details, presumably because she had enjoyed herself so much. The details weren't necessary, as it was obvious that Chloe was hooked. There were a couple of slightly troublesome issues, the first being Chloe's low opinion of herself. Julia spent most of the time reassuring Chloe that I did truly like her. "More than any of the twenty four girls who were here yesterday." Also, "You're a very caring person, Chloe, similar to Mark's sister Carol, who you saw at lunch. The girls who were here yesterday would have told you how much he loves his sister, and you heard his speeches about that a week ago. He values Carol enormously, and you're similar to Carol, so I think he sees a great deal of value in you."

The second problem came about after Julia talked up how wonderful I was and how much I already liked Chloe. Chloe started questioning why I was intending to date any other girls if I liked her [Chloe] so much. She didn't think my dating other girls was needed any longer, now that she and I liked each other. It was a wonderful sign. Wrong of course, but wonderful anyway. Julia blamed everyone except me, saying something like, "I'm insisting that Mark has to have the best possible girlfriend, and he's such an incredible person that he deserves the best, but finding such a girl isn't easy. Mark's not the sort of guy to judge a girl by her looks, so he has to spend some time with every girl who's interested in him, and there are MANY of them. He's getting it over with as quickly as he can, especially by doing multiple-girl dates like yesterday, but he's only just started and it's going to take a while to do it properly. As you know - because he's never flirted with you - he's not a playboy type of guy. He's been concentrating on his studies and mostly ignoring girls for years, so he has to start from scratch. You've got a big lead over the twenty four girls that he kept waiting while he tried to help you, but I wont let him concentrate on just you. He and I both know that it wouldn't be fair to him, because even though Mark likes you a lot, so far you've only used your one-on-one time with him to be highly distrustful and accusatory. From that we know that you have trust issues. Successful relationships are built on trust, so your problem is very serious. I appreciate you want Mark for your boyfriend, but so far all you've done is show Mark that he shouldn't want you as his girlfriend.

^-- "Because Mark likes you so much, and because I trust his judgment, I'll help you the best I can - you can ask me any question you want, bounce ideas off me, and ask me for whatever else that might help you - but it's eventually going to be up to you. Unless you can prove to Mark how much you trust him, and that you can be a good girlfriend for him, he'd be foolish to spend any more time with you. Mark is VERY smart; easily smart enough to like you despite your nastiness to him yesterday. He knows your problems aren't the real you - that deep down you really are a lovely, loving person - but you still have to prove to him that you can open up and share the real Chloe with him. To show him that you can openly trust and love him the way someone as wonderful as Mark deserves."

After much more girly talk, Chloe eventually decided how she was going to prove to me that she trusted I wasn't interested in her for her breasts. This had happened after some more subtle 'help' (snigger) from Julia. Julia steered Chloe right into having the idea that Julia planned for her to have. Chloe said she'd do it tomorrow, in the gap just before the last class of the day, "So if it doesn't work, I don't have to face him for the rest of the day." (Chloe and I don't share the last class tomorrow.) Julia promised to make all the arrangements, and also promised, "Of course I won't tell Mark. This is private between you and him."

Because Chloe had had the 'idea' of doing exactly what Julia and I had already planned for, we didn't need to discuss what to do next. So Julia finished the topic with, "She's very eager to find a guy who values her for herself, and is amazed that it's someone that she thinks so highly of. I'll get a nice feeling from lifting her long-running depression, and you'll get a nice feeling too, haha." Julia knows exactly how my mind works, regardless of her not knowing how many of them I've got.

With those two very pleasant images in mind, I told Julia, "Excellent work with Chloe. You're right that I'm looking forward to your plan succeeding, for both selfish and altruistic reasons. I'll come study tomorrow morning, so I'll see you when you wake up."

"Okay, darling. Have a nice night with Donna and Carol. Love you. Goodnight."

"I love you too. Goodnight." It was getting easier and easier for me to say that, for reasons that had nothing to do with Chloe.

Carol had the rest of my dinner ready - such good service - and then sat on my lap to supervise my eating it. Mom had recently installed some "ready-made drapes" in the kitchen to make Carol's and my cuddling safer.

We chatted with Mom and Dad during my meal. The four of us initially talked about Aikido, but soon Mom moved the conversation on to what was obviously her idea of the main topic: she seemed to have developed a bee in her bonnet about how our three-way marriage was working out with my playing around with all the extra girls.

I told Mom that I thought it was working out fantastically, but for some reason Mom seemed to assume my opinion was somehow biased. Mom was mostly worried about how Carol and Julia were managing with my "playing around", which was said with tone of voice that would have been used for "cheating".

Carol wasn't going to take Mom's accusations sitting down! If anything, she was even more enthusiastic than I was, although I couldn't imagine how that could be possible. Carol firmly disagreed with Mom, making a big deal about how she and Julia were strongly in favor of my playing around, and how they supported each other so weren't under any threat.

I expanded on one of Vanessa's previous comments, "Vanessa pointed something out to us recently. In a traditional marriage a second girl must be in a 'winner takes all' competition with the wife, but because our marriage is open there is no such competition. Any girl could enough to threaten Julia and Carol can simply join in. There's no possessiveness, jealousy, fear, and the like. Adding Carol to my relationship with Julia made everything better for all of us, and we expect adding another girl should do that again, so no one is worried about that happening. We're looking forward to it, although we have no one in mind yet. We're all starting to understand that a multi-way marriage is a lot safer. Julia, especially, now feels far less worried about being pushed out than she used to be. Amusingly it's the second girl, Carol, that's made the first girl feel so secure, the opposite of what would happen in one of those silly two-way marriages, haha. You're the only person worried about this, Mom."

Carol confirmed, "Julia and I are very happy. We're having a fantastic time. We not only don't mind Mark playing around; we think it's good for him and fun for all of us. Julia's main worry is how to get as many girls as possible for Mark to play with."

Mom talked it around a bit more, while I finished my dinner, but it was hard for her to argue with our logic and happiness. She couldn't pull the "mother knows best" routine, because mother knew nothing about multiple-way open marriages, but she did try to claim that she knew more about people in general, but I shot her down with my prepared answer, "Vanessa and Prof understand people even better than you do, and they're in favor of and actively help our three-way marriage and the playing around that I do."

Mom couldn't think of any other good points to put forward, so the discussion ended with Mom not being happy with the result. She wasn't angry, just unhappy, but I worried about it. Her attitude to my sex-life was fluctuating for reasons I didn't understand - moms tend to be females, so there was little chance of my understanding my mom's feelings. I couldn't see how she could win in an argument over how we ran our marriage, but I didn't want her to be unhappy about it. If she got worse, I'd have to talk with Vanessa about it.

After dinner I would've liked to take Carol to bed to thank her for my dinner properly, but it was late and Donna wanted to get to bed for the unusual combination of her being both tired and eager. So the three of us called it a night, and headed for the same bed.

I'd been worried about how to handle Donna being in our bed. On one hand I wanted to give her a good time to thank her for being so mature recently and for her $2,800 gift, but I didn't want to treat her too maturely. There was no possibility of "Practice Mark" being retired any time soon! Donna had a not unreasonable expectation that if she behaved herself then the amount of sex she had with me would slowly ramp up. That made it very important to never give her too much sex, because she wouldn't take kindly to the next session going backward. I also feared doing too much as I don't exactly have a lot of experience slowing girls down. Fortunately I'd already told Donna that I'd be wearing underwear, and that they were a "no-go zone" for her hands. As long as I kept her out of my underwear, nothing much could go wrong.

I was first into bed, waiting for the girls to come back from the bathroom. They entered the bedroom together, in their nighties, but not for long. They pulled them off, and wearing nothing but smiles, climbed into bed on either side of me.

I wanted to keep things decent, so I mentioned my going to study at Julia's in the early morning to remind them about important things like good behavior, seriousness, maturity and the like.

In response Donna said, "I'm so excited I'm sopping wet. You can feel if you like?"

So much for Plan A. Too subtle, I guess. I tried Plan B. "Haha. No thanks, Donna. I think that's more than we should be doing for a fair while yet. Tonight's about friendly affection, not sex. I'm not going to be doing things like that, and remember that I told you that you have to keep your hands away from my underwear too." As soon as I'd said all that, I realized it was full of negatives, which wasn't a very friendly way to talk with anyone.

Donna answered, "I remember. I don't mind you touching me though."

"In that case, sweetie, I think I'd like to very closely check out your breasts." Judging by the way she instantly threw the bed covers down the bed, and the way she stuck out her chest, that seemed to get Donna's approval. (I'm getting better at understanding girls.)

After careful and mutually enjoyable tactile and visual scrutiny I said, "They even seem to be a little bit bigger than the last time I looked. I didn't expect that in such a short time."

I wasn't completely sure they were bigger, but I thought so. One thing I was sure about though, was that my saying so would make Donna happy, which it certainly did. It also led her to ask me, "If they're growing quickly, does that mean I'm going to end up with big breasts?"

I didn't have a clue whether that was the case or not, but was impressed by how much faith Donna had in my expertise (ha!). I hesitated, and Carol filled the gap, "You can't tell from the speed, because it also depends on how long they keep growing. But like we told you before, Mom and I have quite large breasts, so you probably will too."

"Yeah, but you've been saying 'probably', and I thought we might be able to tell already."

We got into a, quite frankly, somewhat boring conversation about what size breasts Donna wanted, especially as we'd had a very similar conversation not long ago. She wanted to be sexy, but she also wanted to remain competitive at sports. I guess it must be a scary thing for a girl, as girls are so easily and often judged by their breasts and they have no control over them. I had the obvious answer readily available, "Donna, I think both my wives have sexy breasts. Yours will be sexy no matter what size they are, because you're a sexy girl."

Donna thought that was wonderful, but she had a valid point when she added, "I'm sure you like looking at girls with big tits though, just like every other guy. I'm much slimmer than Mom and Carol, and didn't start maturing until much later than they did, so I might end up with small tits. It's nice you say that Julia's are sexy, but I know that small tits really aren't."

Good grief! Why worry about something that hasn't happened yet, may not happen, and you've got no control over anyway. And it's not like Donna to behave so depressingly self-conscious. I didn't know why she was behaving this way, but I had an idea what to do about it. My idea was already in my mind, as I'd been resisting acting on it for several minutes. Telling myself I was doing it to reassure Donna, I leaned over and starting sucking on one of her nipples.

Donna enthusiastically agreed with that development, "Wow, that's great. Ohh, that feels wonderful." I sucked and licked her for a while, then gave her some kisses before swapping to the other nubbin. I kept it up for several minutes, and ended up kissing Donna far more than I ever had before.

Donna thoroughly approved, making several statements like, "This is SO much better than playing with myself," and "Sex is REALLY good fun." If Donna thought having her nubbins sucked was such good fun, she's going to be blown away when she finally gets full-on sex with someone.