Chapter 171: Revenge Gropes

Monday, May 2, 2005 (Continued)

I went via my locker to get the necessary books, etc. There was a worrying absence of Chinese lunches, but hopefully only because I'd beaten Lily to school.

Alexis was the first girl I saw that I had to talk with, although not much talking would be required with Eileen and Laci. I wanted to invite Alexis to Lily's dinner in relative privacy, rather than in the middle of class, so I walked up to her. It was fun watching her face. Because of our daily game she knew something was going to happen, but had no idea what. When I was close enough, I suddenly bent down and hoisted her over my shoulder. I stood and started carrying her out of the room, all without our saying a word, other than a "{Giggle}," from Alexis.

As I carried her down the hallway, she asked me, "Where are we going?"

"Quiet, woman!"

"{Giggle}."

#2: <It's a good thing she's not wearing a short skirt.>

#4: <I beg to differ.>

We passed plenty of other kids coming in. Most laughed, but a couple of girls checked to make sure nothing bad was happening.

Alexis reassured them, "We're playing a game where good things happen to me."

As soon as we were outside, I walked away from the path for a few yards, then dumped her onto one of the outdoor bench seats apparently roughly, but actually being careful that she landed well and wasn't hurt. It's useful to have plenty of strength. I put one foot up on the seat beside her, leaning my elbow on it so my face was in hers. "I'm going to a high-quality Chinese dinner party on Saturday. I'm taking my family and several girlfriends. If you've got a semi-formal dress you can come too."

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"I'm TELLING you that you can come, woman, IF you've got a modest, good dress. Do you own a dress?"

"Yes, woman has dresses, haha."

"A GOOD dress? Not some slaggy, indecent rag."

"I've got both sorts, haha. Do you want to see me..."

"Woman talks too much. You're coming Saturday. Ask Julia for the details. Now, thank me for letting you come."

"Haha. Thank you for letting..."

"Woman STILL talking too much! Thank me by KISSING me."

"Ha... , mmpff." As I grabbed her head and pulled it into a kiss.

We had a very nice kiss. Alexis is a good kisser, surprisingly soft and gentle. Then I ended it and stood up.

Alexis said, "Remember you said you'd give me two kisses this morning?"

I'd forgotten about that, so I said, "I'LL decide when I kiss you, NOT you! Good grief! Next thing you'll be telling me your OPINIONS!"

"Haha."

"I've thought about it, and I DEMAND my second kiss NOW!"

"Ha... , mmpff."

Alexis was in no hurry to end this one either, but eventually I did. Immediately after disconnecting lips, I put my hands under her armpits to pull her to her feet. Then I bent down and pulled her over my shoulder again, stood up, and carried her back inside.

On the way, from somewhere over my back, Alexis' voice said, "I like you. You're fun."

"You too. You talk too much, but you're a good kisser, so I come out ahead."

In a half-boasting, half-asking tone of voice, Alexis added to her list of skills by claiming, "I'm good at fucking too?"

I think my answer surprised her (it certainly surprised most of me), "Not as good as me."

"Ahh, no. You're right about that." After a short pause, "So when are we going to do it again? Saturday?"

"I haven't decided yet, Alexis. I haven't forgotten though, and I do enjoy thinking about it from time to time. I'll ask you sooner or later, and probably sooner."

"Good. 'Ask me' or 'tell me'?"

I was going to give her an answer that would've made me sound very nice - something along the lines of, "There are some things I'm comfortable playing games with you about Alexis, but I think I'd prefer to ASK you for sex. You're a nice girl... ," etc. - except I'd walked into our classroom and come face to face with the Principal; which meant he was face-to-something-entirely-different with Alexis.

He sternly demanded, "Mr. Anderson, why are you carrying a girl like that?"

#4: <I suggest we ask him how he can tell it's a girl.>

#2: <How about, "Because she's our sexual plaything"?>

#3: <Or, "She's too big to fit in our pocket"? Haha. As fun as this is, we'd better give him a polite answer. How about saying she'd sprained her ankle?>

#2: <Most of the class will laugh because they know that's bullshit. He won't appreciate being lied to.>

We decided to go for truthful but humorous, because having Alexis over my shoulder made humor irresistible. "It's hard to tell from your angle, sir, but we're good friends. We greet each other in funny ways every morning." I turned ninety degrees, and lowered Alexis to her feet. Saying, "There you go, miss. Let me know if you see another terrifying mouse." Alexis was NOT the dainty, feminine type of girl to be scared by a mouse, so Alexis and the class chuckled at that image.

"Miss Joseph, was that ride voluntary?"

"Hell yeah! Mark can carry me any way he wants. I've got some other positions I'd like him to try too."

"That'd be enough of that, thank you," said the humorless Principal as he turned away.

#2: <We don't have to worry about Alexis sticking up for us, do we? If anything, she's got 'sticking up' too much on the brain, haha.>

#3: <To be fair to her, it is what we were talking about when we were walking into the room. I'm impressed the Principal knew her surname. There are a LOT of kids at this school, especially because he's in charge of the middle school too.>

#4: <What's the chance Alexis might've already come to his attention? She hasn't exactly got a great deal of respect for authority, and she's not shy about showing it either. We've seen her get into teachers' faces a few times this year.>

The start-of-class bell rang.

The Principal did a little rant about the bullies who'd attacked me last Friday (more like "hassled me", but I wasn't going to correct him), and about bullying in general. One of his comments was that every first period class was going to listen to their teacher read out a school announcement on the subject of bullying. After his rant, he left, and the teacher read the announcement. Just more of the usual "zero tolerance to bullying blah blah."

I shouldn't denigrate it, as every little bit would help. It would, however, only help a little bit. I had no expectation of it single-handedly eliminating bullying from the school.

The Principal should've pulled his head out of his ass years ago, and not let the bullying behavior become such a problem in the first place. Now that it was firmly established, it was going to take more than the reading of a few announcements to make bullies learn that what had been normal was now no longer acceptable.

While I was half-listening to the teacher read the announcement, I had time to notice a few things:

• Eileen was looking particularly pretty today.

• Laci was looking particularly worried today, in a skirt.

• Chloe was looking exactly the same as every other day, with her blouse buttoned up all the way to her neck. So much for my 'request' that she loosen up.

• The top right of the board had:

Any girls interested in EGG, see:
www.EggsSearch.com.hk
password: 'EGG' expanded,
one word, no punctuation or spaces.

Lunch today: bring pen and paper

PLEASE LEAVE

Chloe not having any buttons undone disappointed me. Probably every other boy in class too, but I had greater reason than normal. I thought I'd done a superb job of bullshitting her on Saturday morning, but it seems not to have worked. There was some good news though, as Lily didn't have an, "Oops, I forgot your lunch" guilty expression. She smiled happily at me. I was looking forward to checking out my locker. Hopefully it'd smell nearly as good as the trunk of my car.

After the announcement, the teacher made some quick, personal comments against bullying, which were better than those on the official sounding announcement, and then he started hurrying through the lesson.

When the bell went, I leaned over to say to Julia, "Chloe's forgotten about my sermon from the hot tub. I thought I'd done a superb job."

"You did better than that, you were awesome. That wasn't just my opinion, it was hers too. You blew her away. I'll have a talk with her."

Julia went to do that. According to Julia's plan, I wasn't meant to get involved with Chloe at school, so I went to talk with Lily. My avoiding Chloe wasn't because Julia or I feared I'd mess it up. Chloe's psychology was simple enough that we weren't worried about that. I was avoiding her so Chloe would take my absence from her life as a signal that she had to try harder. Or by the look of her this morning, try at all.

Lily happily confirmed that Carol's and my lunches were in my locker. Even before I could ask, she added, "Big lunch for you." She was showing signs of developing into an excellent serving girl.

Eileen was waiting to talk with me. The top priority issues having been satisfactorily completed, I turned to her, saying, "Eileen, you're looking especially pretty this morning. That's a lovely dress. That's a nice way of telling me that you're looking forward to our cuddle and kiss."

She lapped that up, blushing mildly and smiling widely. "Thank you. You've got so many girlfriends I'm surprised you noticed me."

#1: <In other words, "Please compliment me some more.">

"You always dress well, and I know you're always very thoughtful about what you wear. Of course I noticed you made an extra effort today." I knew she was "always very thoughtful" about her clothes because I was pretty sure that she was always female. They have an obsessive genetic compulsion to obsess about clothes.

#2: <I wonder whether Alexis spends half an hour every morning deciding exactly which pair of black jeans and black T-shirt to wear.>

I added, "To be polite, I should make sure that you're still okay with what Julia said: sitting on my lap for thirty seconds of kissing and cuddling. As much kissing as YOU wish, because I won't force anything like that on you. And then when you get up, I'll pat your ass lightly. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, thank you. That sounds very nice."

#1: <Isn't she sweet? So polite too.>

"Because you're looking so pretty today, I'm feeling even more tempted by you than usual. With your permission, would you mind if I maybe rub your delightful derriere just a little bit more than I said before? Just lightly, on the outside of your skirt while you're sitting on my lap."

#3: <You devil! You're not trying to have your wicked way with a poor, innocent, little girl, are you?>

#2: <I'm just teasing her a little. Giving her a little thrill. I don't think she'll ever be in our league sex-wise.>

#1: <She's only a month and two days behind us. When we lost our virginity, I mean. If she pushes herself, she could catch up.>

#3: <Somehow I can't imagine Eileen sexually "pushing herself" to catch up to us. Not to mention the small problem that if she did, she'd probably be doing it with us, which would make catching up with us rather problematic.>

#1: <Not that we'd let that logic get in the way of our having a jolly good time.>

Eileen asked, "Really? You want to do more?"

"If you give me permission. Is it okay with you if I touch you just a little bit more than Julia said on the phone?"

"Just a little bit?"

"Yes, just a little bit, on your little butt."

"{Giggle}. Okay. That'd be okay." Eileen was visibly happy. I started thinking I was getting pretty good at making girls happy, but realized I was being FAR too hopeful.

I headed off to my next class. The website notice was already on the board when I arrived, which was especially cool because Julia wasn't in this class so one of her minions must have done it for her/me.

I was repeatedly asked what the story was with the website; by representatives of one too many genders, unfortunately. [An event which repeated itself several more times during the day.] When there were guys in the audience, I replied, "Julia and I are trying to find me a new girlfriend, because Julia is too busy with Carol to be my full-time girlfriend. There are too many interested girls for us to deal with them one on one, and Julia is tired of repeating herself countless times, so Julia set up a website to tell the girls what they need to know." Hoping to put the guys off reading it, I sometimes said, "You don't need to bother reading it guys, because none of you are ANYWHERE near pretty enough to be my girlfriend."

When I was talking to girls only, my answer was more like, "I'm hoping to find a new girlfriend, but the usual way of doing so was preventing some very nice girls - like some of you around me now - from getting close enough for us to get to know each other in a dating setting. The website describes the new way we're going to arrange my initial dates. It gives as many girls as want to the chance to go on dates with me, while also making sure that girls that don't suit me, or me them, don't block other girls from having a fair chance. Have a read of it before lunchtime on Wednesday if you can, because there's going to be a big meeting then for anyone who's interested."

There were nearly always follow-up questions, but "Read the website" was what I insisted on with the girls, while trying to avoid saying it whenever guys were around.

The only other thing that happened before the second period class started were some questions about the bullying announcement, and the incident behind it. This time I wanted guys to hear my answer. I did my best to make sure they all got the clear message that bullying could now very easily lead to expulsion. I don't think they really believed it though.

Male fascination with violence meant half the guys at school still wanted to talk about the incident behind the incident, i.e., the fight at the Eatons'. I told them, "Sorry, but the police told me not to talk about it." Untrue, but it was a very convenient excuse.

It almost inevitably led to, "You can tell us."

"Nope. I don't want them getting off on a technicality just because you were curious. I'm saying nothing until after the trial."

End of second period gave the guys the chance to ask all the fascinating questions about violence that they'd thought up during the class.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry, bye." I was telling the truth too, as I wanted to find out what the situation was with Chloe.

I got to third period class quickly. Julia arrived soon after me, so I was able to ask her about Chloe.

Julia reported, "She's got two excuses: her mother makes her dress modestly, and she doesn't believe you can be interested in a girl like her. She's also scared, because she's sure every boy in school is going to start staring down her blouse."

"The last one's probably true, but her worrying about my being interested in her pisses me off. After all the time and effort we've put into her! Oh look, Laci just came in - that means you, Eileen and Laci are all here. Do you want to do the grope now? We should have enough time."

"Yeah, go for it. The quicker the better, before the teacher arrives."

I called, "Eileen! It's time. Come here quickly please."

I urged her forward with hand motions, and she came to me quickly. Laci spotted what was about to happen, and she looked a great deal less enthusiastic about it than Eileen.

I asked loud enough for the class to hear - I specifically wanted Laci to hear, but it'd be good if word got around the other revenge-grope girls too - "Eileen, do you want to opt out, or to accept your 30-second grope?" That caught the attention of the guys in the room.

I was smiling encouragement, but she still felt the need to ask, "Like we said before?"

I was glad she wasn't more specific, because that didn't give enough away to spoil Laci's surprise. I answered, "Exactly as we said before. Do you accept?"

"Yes."

I grabbed the nearest seat and sat on it. "For your punishment, you must start by sitting on my lap."

That she happily did. I put my arms around her and pulled her into a cuddle. I whispered, "Kiss me as much as you want."

Apparently she wanted as much as she could get. She threw her arms around my shoulders and started kissing enthusiastically. Not particularly well, but enthusiasm counts for a lot. More than technique, because that's easily learned (I was NOT going to ask Julia how good I was a month ago!).

I slid my hand down to her ass and gently rubbed the top of it, doing it obviously so the observers would see my "grope". I think Eileen noticed, but she didn't seem to care and all her attention remained focused on her kissing me.

Surprisingly soon Julia called, "Time's up. Stop."

I stopped, but Eileen didn't; her enthusiasm was still going strong. I pushed her away and off my lap, as it would be FAR better to get Laci finished before a teacher arrived than get caught.

I told Eileen, because it had a double-purpose, "I'm a stickler for the rules, Eileen, including the 30-second rule." Actually it was Julia that had been the stickler. I finished with, "But thank you for that. I hope you enjoyed that as much as me?"

#1: <Kissing Alexis AND Eileen in one day. We're a man-slut, haha. Fortunately Alexis isn't the jealous type.> Alexis had come in partway through, and had watched with amusement.

Eileen gushed, "Oh yes. Very much. I want to do it again."

"Sorry, no time now." I called out, "Laci, you're next. Come here."

A MUCH more enthusiastic Laci ran up to me, and started sitting on my lap.

"Hold it." I held her off. "Laci, do you want to opt out, or to accept your 30-second grope?"

"Accept! Accept!" While she tried to sit on my lap again.

"For your punishment, stand up straight and turn to face away from me." I put a hand on each of her hips and pushed her into position.

I was still sitting in the seat because it'd make my intended groping much easier, but being turned to face away from me confused Laci. She could sit in my lap. It wouldn't be as convenient for kissing as a sideways position, but it was still theoretically possible that something similar to Eileen's experience was going to happen to her. She tried to sit, but I was still holding her hips and I forced her to remain standing. She asked, "Huh?"

I said, "Cross your arms and spread your legs, Laci." The first command was to keep her hands from interfering with me while I was interfering with her.

My commands gave Laci a pretty good clue that her experience was definitely not going to be the same as Eileen's. As expected she wanted to turn around to talk about it, but I used my hands to hold her hips so she couldn't move. Her question was obvious, so I saved time by preemptively answering it, "It's MY choice how I grope every one of you misbehaving girls. Eileen was very nice to Tianna, but your stealing extra time wasn't nice, so your grope is going to be different. I'm a stickler for the rules and you agreed to thirty seconds of my choice before. You can say 'Opt out' any time you want and you'll never go out with me again. Do you want to opt out?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Almost exactly the same as you did to me."

"Oh." After a short pause, "Really? You mean..."

"Yes. I don't have time, Laci. We're doing this RIGHT NOW or I'll consider that you've opted out. Cross your arms and spread your legs far enough apart for me to get my hand between them."

Every guy was already totally riveted, so what I'd just said made no difference. But if it'd been possible for them to watch harder, they would have.

Laci didn't move. I said, "What a pity, I thought you liked me. Oh well. Julia, cross Laci of the list." I stood up.

Laci called, "Wait! Wait! I need time."

"You didn't give me any. I'll give you ten seconds though. 'Opting out in 10, 9, 8, 7... , '"

Laci groaned, spread her legs and crossed her arms.

I sat down, reached up under her skirt with both hands, and quickly pulled her panties down to mid-calf.

Every guy was already totally riveted, so what I'd just done made no difference ... Actually, cancel that. I just noticed that a couple of the guys were now watching less closely, because they'd gotten so excited they were having trouble controlling themselves.

Laci's hands started reaching down to pull her panties back up, while she told me, "You CAN'T..."

"What was I wearing when you did this to me?"

"{Groan}." She abandoned her panty recovery.

"I'm going to start now. Fold your hand again and you've got to stand still for thirty seconds, unless you call out 'Opt out', which you can do any time you want to stop me. Do I have your permission to start, or do you want to opt out?"

I'd asked a silly question, because Laci was silent. I helped her find her voice by saying, "Continuing the countdown: Opting out in 6, 5, 4... , '"

"{Groan}. Do it."

The whole class had heard her consent, so I started doing it.