Chapter 211: Unlucky 13th (Not for Me Though)

Friday, May 13, 2005

I've heard that many people won't fly on Friday the 13ths, so it's a pity I didn't marry Julia and Carol a month ago today, because it might have saved me an expensive shopping trip. That's assuming superstition would win over the lure of Rodeo Drive, which is highly doubtful.

I did have some bad luck today, Mackenzie was waiting for me to arrive at the school's parking lot. As soon as I got out of the car, she was on to me. "Mark, after you left I remembered that on your website it says you can override the rules, so it IS fair to make me your girlfriend!"

"Of course it's not FAIR. It just means it's doable. If I grabbed one of the girls out of the parking lot and asked her to be my girlfriend right now, you wouldn't think I was being fair. You'd be very pissed off at me."

Julia said, "Mackenzie, the reason the website has a statement that Mark can do something outside the normal rules is so he can remedy an injustice. If he red-carded a girl but found out later she'd been set up for failure by another girl, he'd reinstate the victim and red-card the troublemaker. Mark's exemption from the usual rules is NOT so individual girls can ask him for special treatment, otherwise every girl in school will be asking him for special treatment. I don't know what you're worried about anyway. All you need to do is join a pipeline group, because you're almost certain to win."

"I am?"

#3: <Yeah, "ALMOST certain", in the sense that 0% is almost 100%, haha. I wonder what Julia's got in mind.>

"Of course. Your winning the quiz proves you know more about Mark than any other girl, plus you've been on a date with him now, so you've learned even more. You've got a huge advantage over other girls. When Mark's famous, your earning your place by winning the pipeline competition will be far more impressive than if you got special treatment. You'll be featured in countless magazine articles and TV shows. Millions of girls all over the world will be enormously impressed by you because of that. You'll probably become a very important and powerful person yourself, because of all the credibility that'll give you."

"Wow. You really think so?"

#4: <God! How can she swallow so much bullshit without choking on it? Talk about gullible.>

"Absolutely. What girl has got a chance anywhere near as good as yours? You easily meet all the usual measures like attractiveness, clothing style, makeup skills, etc., and you know Mark better than anyone else. Plus you've got your two very unfair advantages, so I don't see how you can fail."

"What unfair advantages?"

"Diana and Claire."

"Oh, them."

"You're right to be cautious about using them. They give you such a huge advantage over other girls that it's not fair at all. The other girls could get quite upset about your winning Mark just because he likes your sisters so much."

I quickly inserted, "The fact that your sisters remind me so much of my sisters - who I love so deeply - shouldn't be allowed to affect your chance of having a wonderful future with me."

Julia gave me a smile and a wink behind Mackenzie's back, then told her, "Exactly. I was very impressed by your not taking your sisters on your date with Mark last night. If one of the girls from school saw you doing that, and realized what a huge advantage it gave you, she might get upset about it."

"But I want Mark to love me for who I am."

"Good girl," said Julia. "I admire your competing on exactly the same terms as the hundreds of other girls who're interested in Mark. You're a very moral person."

"You said I'd win that way."

"I said you'd, 'almost certainly win.' You can't be certain; that's silly. You wouldn't win if you wore old clothes, chewed gum and swore all evening. It's very important you make an effort. If you try hard enough you'll almost certainly win, but if you don't try hard enough, then you won't. It's up to you. What you need to do is obvious, and if you do it your chance of winning Mark will be as close to certain as it's possible to get."

"What do I need to do?"

"You don't want other girls to see you using your sisters. That'll upset the girls who don't have sisters the same age as Mark's, which is nearly all of them, and when you're famous some of the disappointed girls could make public allegations against you winning Mark unfairly. You want to be famous and respected, so the obvious thing to do is to encourage and help your sisters to spend time with Mark's sisters when Mark's there, that way he'll be able to play big brother four times over, which he'll love. Just make sure you let Mark know that you're providing your sisters with an alibi for your parents, and he'll think very highly of you for helping get all four girls together."

#4: <GOOD idea!>

Mackenzie exclaimed, "Or EVEN better Julia! Mom won't let me date Mark more than once a week. Now I can go out with my sisters, then leave them with Mark's sisters so Mark and I can go somewhere together."

#1: <You've got to admire her single-minded determination. Not anything else about her personality, just the determination.>

"You missed the point. The idea is for Mark to spend time playing Big Brother with your sisters. He has to stay with them to do that."

"But why would he want to spend time with my sisters when he could spend it with me?"

#4: <I'd LOVE to answer that question!>

Julia was somewhat politer than I would've been, "For the same reason Mark often spends time with his sisters rather than with me or Ava; he loves spending time with his sisters."

We'd arrived at our first class, so the stupid conversation was pushed to the side by my saying "Good morning" to my friends in class.

Mackenzie took a dim view of my way of exchanging greetings, standing beside me and glaring.

Alexis - with her legs around my waist and my hands under her ass to hold her up - nodded her head toward Mackenzie, asking me loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, "What's wrong with prune face?"

"Are you sure 'prune'? I thought 'lemon'. Last night I took Mackenzie out on the date she won from the pop quiz, and now she thinks she owns me."

"Haha," laughed Alexis. "Did you fuck her that good? Oh look: 'Angry Lemon', haha."

I said, "Mackenzie, why don't you tell Alexis how the date went."

Mackenzie was very eager to start ranting, so, "He did NO SUCH THING! Mark was a perfect gentleman! He took me to the orchid show, and then to a very nice... ,"

Alexis interrupted, "You wasted your date looking at flowers! God, what a fool you are..."

"Not everyone is a slut like you. Some of us know how to behave properly."

Alexis was getting riled, and started trying to get down from my hold. I could easily imagine the carnage that'd result from that, so I held Alexis tight, whispering in her ear opposite Mackenzie, "Relax. It was a TERRIBLE date. You don't need to fight."

Alexis chuckled.

Mackenzie suspiciously demanded, "What'd you tell her?"

I answered, half-truthfully, "I ordered her to relax. I like girls who're obedient, so I'm happy she did. I'm NOT pleased with you though, Mackenzie. You've seen me greet Alexis like this every morning for the last couple of weeks. We obviously both enjoy it. Why are you trying to stop me doing something I enjoy? That's very unfriendly and inconsiderate of you."

"But you shouldn't do such things now."

"I can't help it Mackenzie, I've got a weakness for friendly, open, honest, happy, fun, obedient sluts. In other words, girls who're the opposite of you." That little zinger caused some laughter around the room.

^-- "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to get back to greeting Alexis."

I started another kiss with Alexis, not expecting Mackenzie to object because I'd demolished her so well already.

Silly me; Mackenzie objected, "But you shouldn't, now that you know how perfect we are together."

I regretfully disconnected my lips, turned to Mackenzie yet again, and said, "Do you think having a very high sense of integrity and living by a strict moral code is very important?"

"VERY!" crowed Mackenzie proudly.

"Did you really have such a good date last night Mackenzie?"

Mackenzie started raving about how fantastic the date and I were. She got very enthusiastic and worked up. I had only two reasons to be nice to Mackenzie: it helped my access to her sisters, and her saying nice things about my date with her would improve my reputation for non-sexual activity. After a minute the second reason was pretty well achieved, and was therefore no longer a reason to be nice to her.

I interrupted her mid-acclamation. "Mackenzie! I'm glad you had such a fantastic date with me..."

"I'll say! You were everything I thought you'd be. You were..."

"QUIET! I have a very high sense of integrity and moral code, so I am happy that I've discharged my obligation to the winner of the quiz by giving you such a fantastic date. There is now no obligation on either of us. I am CERTAINLY not under an obligation to be faithful to you. One date does not entitle you to dictate the rest of my life. This is the last time I will warn you about it; next time I will red card you. So I STRONGLY suggest you go away and let me kiss some pretty girls."

"But we're PERFECT together!"

"So perfect you're about to be red-carded if you annoy me any more."

Speaking of "perfect", I was perfectly willing to red card her. I was sick of her crap and I could still access her sisters through mine, plus I'd had a REALLY nasty idea to help with the access issue. Mackenzie's behavior cried out for some "nasty".

"But..."

I held up one finger in front of Mackenzie's face, adding, "ONE more word, Mackenzie."

Tricky things girls. Mackenzie turned to Julia to ask, "What's going on, Julia?"

"You're annoying Mark so much he's about to red card you. You're annoying me too." Turning to me Julia asked, "Mark, if Mackenzie says one more word to me about her relationship with you, would you red card her please?"

"It'd be my pleasure."

"Argh!" complained Mackenzie. Then, to the room in general, "It's not fair! We're PERFECT together. Why can't he see that?"

I said, "Mackenzie, if I hear ONE more word from you about our relationship, regardless of who you are talking to, then I'm red-carding you. I am sick to death of your crap."

"But we're perfect together. How can you not see..."

"RED CARD! Our relationship is dead. Go away and stop annoying me."

"But you're making a HUGE mistake. We belong together. You can't blah, blah..." It was difficult to hear her over the laughs, especially as I was doing my best not to listen.

Mackenzie's mouth flapped for a while longer, then she collapsed into tears. She was bawling when the teacher walked in.

"What's going on here?" asked the teacher.

Mackenzie couldn't bring herself to answer, which gave me time to start my nasty idea. I explained, "I told Mackenzie I refused to have a sexual relationship with her." It was a very unfair of me to include "sexual", but tough cheese; she hadn't exactly been fair to me either.

Mackenzie struggled to get control enough to protest that description, but the teacher got in well ahead of her, "Looks like you've got your hands full with Alexis anyway. Sit down Mackenzie. You too Alexis, on your CHAIR."

Alexis said, "But I haven't had a chance to ask Mark whether he'll have a sexual relationship with me."

"Looks like you already are. Climb down, Alexis, the bell's about to ring."

Mackenzie started protesting my description, but our teacher was totally uninterested. He shut her down and insisted she take her seat.

Julia told me, "Well done, darling," then class started.

Mackenzie's blubbering was a problem during class, but Teach had had no sympathy for her and he bluntly told her to put a sock in it.

As soon as the end of class bell went, Mackenzie made a beeline for me, to everyone's amusement. As she neared me, I loudly called, "No Mackenzie, I will not have sex with you, marry you, have children and live happily ever after with you."

"That's not fair! I never said anything about sex. You shouldn't keep saying that."

"I know you don't want to be my girlfriend so we can have casual sex, so it must be so we can get married and have children. I've got some shocking news for you, and I'm sorry to be the one to break this to you, but having children requires that you actually have sex. I'm surprised you didn't know that already."

Most of the class had hung around to witness this drama, looking forward to being entertained some more. They laughed at my joke, very much displeasing Mackenzie, but she collected herself, then launched into her prepared speech, "I've been thinking about it, and I can prove we're perfect for each other Mark. You know I won the quiz, and that..."

I interrupted, "I'm not going to have sex with you, Mackenzie."

"I'm NOT talking about sex! I'm talking about your being my boyfriend..."

"And eventually getting married and having children. But I don't want to have sex with you. It would be immoral of me to lure you into a marriage that had no sex in it, so I'm not going to do it. I'm too moral to do that. Not everyone is as immoral as you Mackenzie."

"But I'm NOT immoral! I'm a good girl."

"Be a good girl and go away then. Our relationship is dead. I suggest you set your sights on a boy who's more interested in sex than I am."

"I DON'T want sex! Stop going on about it. I want..."

"If you don't want sex then we're in perfect agreement. Let's avoid each other totally, that way you won't be tempted again."

"You're getting it ALL wrong. I want us to be FRIENDS! Sex has got nothing to do with it."

"I'm going to have to make a complaint about you if you keep persisting in this sexual fantasy about you and me."

"I DON'T have a sexual fantasy about you. Why won't you listen? I just want us to..."

"Bye, Mackenzie. I have to go to my next class now." I started walking off, accompanied by a very amused, although somewhat confused, Julia.

Mackenzie trotted after me, beseeching, "Don't go! You're making a BIG mistake. You and I are..."

"I somehow don't think I'm making a mistake. I don't know much about girls, but I know I don't want to have sex with you. Stop chasing me or I'll go to the office to make a sexual harassment complaint against you, and they'll call your mother. I'm sure you don't want that."

I kept walking, while Mackenzie thought about how much she REALLY didn't want that. She let me go, and returned to the room to get her bag. That was the end of the entertainment for everyone.

I didn't have a chance to talk with Julia for a while because too many people rushed after us, wanting to know, "What was that all about?"

When we finally got some privacy, Julia wanted to know the same thing. I told her what my nasty plan was, intending to ask her whether she thought it was too nasty. I had to wait for her to stop laughing before I could ask.

"Wicked! Mackenzie's not going to be pleased, but she'll get over it. Her parents will keep a close eye on her for a while, which is probably a good thing. I worked out a while ago that she might have won the quiz about you because she's got an unhealthy fixation on you."

"You're probably right, but I think it's mostly because of the date. It was so close to her opinion of ideal that something flipped in her head. Plus there's the undisputed fact that I'm irresistible, so we shouldn't blame the poor girl."

"That's true. Even in her madness she does show remarkably good taste, haha. I think we can improve on your plan a little. You should call her parents after dinner to express your concern about Mackenzie, and also to ask whether it is safe for your sisters to associate with Diana and Claire. You can play up your Big Brother act. You'll have to warn Diana and Claire that you're going to do it, in case their parents grill them."

"Good idea. We'll do that."

"I'm very proud of how you handled her. A month ago you wouldn't have done so well."

"That's for sure! I would've made it even worse. I owe you a great deal."

"That's true, but the FIRST trip to Rodeo Drive will make up for most of that..."

"Ha! 'First trip' indeed! The next time I rent a seven-seater private jet, all it's going to do is fly in circles until I've boinked all six girls on the bed, then land, pick up six more girls, and repeat the process until I run out of girls."

"If my landing is in LA that'll be fine with me. But back to my point. You would've learned everything I've taught you anyway. It would've taken you longer, with a few unnecessary dramas along the way, but you still would've gotten there. You're learning about people and how to assert yourself very quickly. You're responsible for most of what you've learned, not me."

"You've also helped by giving me experiences I NEVER would have had otherwise. You've done a lot better than save me a few weeks or a few months. You've probably saved me YEARS of making stupid, painful mistakes."

"Do I get anniversary presents for all the time I saved?"

We joked around for a while. Then Julia added a couple of sensible comments, "During the first class I was thinking about Mackenzie. I had a couple of thoughts that are superseded now, but I'll tell you anyway. Mackenzie's behavior would've become even worse after she learned you're rich, so it's best to get rid of her now. Also, she's obviously unsuitable for being even peripherally involved in your lifestyle, so it's better to get her out of it before she learned anything that could cause you trouble, such as your playing around with her sisters. All things considered, I'm VERY glad you red-carded her. She was going to be more trouble than she was worth."

"Agreed. Not to mention that she's a pain in the ass."

Mackenzie tried to approach me again at the beginning of lunchtime, but was quickly chased off - which was a nice change - by my threatening to go to the office to complain about her.

Carol and Donna had no trouble with other middle-school kids following them when they brought their friends to high school for lunch. During the car ride to school Julia had suggested not telling any of the girls about it, not even the girls they were bringing. Carol and Donna were to just ask their girls to gather at lunchtime, telling them, "Mark's not coming to have lunch with us, but I want to get together at lunchtime to talk about him."

The two groups had met, then walked a roundabout route to high school, and then to our comparatively remote lunch spot. Not all the girls had thought it was important enough to break their other engagements to attend, but most had, including Diana and Claire. In the car I'd asked both my sisters to ensure their respective Norris girl definitely came, but my sisters later told me that Diana and Claire hadn't needed any extra encouragement.

The downside to this plan was that the Ducklings still had their panties on, but we all have to make sacrifices. If word had gotten out, and they'd been followed by half of the middle school, I wouldn't have seen any pussy anyway.

They were all very excited and happy to be having lunch with me, especially the Ducklings. It was third time lucky for them, and on Friday the 13th too. I welcomed them all by name, which delighted each of them in turn. Lucy, the Duckling who was supposed to be banned from attending one event, was present. I'd forgotten about her when we'd planned this in the car. She'd not attended yesterday's aborted Duckling lunch, but that shouldn't really have counted as a punishment. Never mind; she was quite pretty.

Early on in the "Hello" process I paused to make an announcement loud enough for everyone to hear, "Ducklings. Some of you are nervous about being - I shall call it - 'overdressed'." I paused for the giggles. "Don't be. You didn't know that you were coming here, so I don't mind. There's too much risk of our being interrupted so we'll have to behave ourselves today anyway, so don't worry about remedying the problem. Plus the weather is a bit unpleasant to be getting cold drafts in such an important place." It was raining very lightly. Drizzle is common enough in Corvallis that we ignore it, treating it the same as mist. It's a good way to spot the tourists though. They treat drizzle as rain, the wimps.

During the greetings I complimented every girl who was dressed in a way I approved of, and I gave Diana and Claire each a hug and kiss on the cheek, to the envy of the other girls.

At the end of the greetings I announced, "Some of you are probably wondering why Diana and Claire got special treatment. They deserve it, and I'll tell you why. Last week Julia held a pop quiz at lunchtime for all the high-school girls who were interested in me. The quiz was about me, with questions such as my birthday, my soccer scores, and some rather naughty questions I'm sure all you girls are too sweet and innocent to be interested in." I paused for the giggles, then continued, "The winner was Mackenzie Norris, Diana and Claire's big sister. I met Diana and Claire before and after my date with Mackenzie, and I was very pleased with how well they behaved toward me. Plus both girls behaved perfectly in the parking lot on Monday, when most of you came to see me after the fight." Diana and Claire blushed proudly over the memory of my fingering their pussies. "Both of them are darlings, and I'm glad I know them. I hope there are other girls as good as these two, or even half as good would be great.

^-- "I can see some of you look sad that I got to know Claire and Diana first. Maybe you think it's unfair, or something like that. If you do, then you're 100% wrong. Most of you probably know that the last two times I've tried to come to middle school I've been chased off by dozens of very annoying, badly behaved brats. If Claire and Diana had been unpleasant to me last evening, I would've decided to give up on meeting any middle-school girls for the rest of the school year. But because Claire and Diana are wonderful, they make me very enthusiastic about getting to know the rest of you, so I asked my sisters to bring you here today, only one day after the last attempt at a lunch. Diana and Claire have made my getting to know the rest of you far more likely, and you owe them big thanks for that, not upset looks."

The other girls told the very happy Norris girls nice things, while the Norris girls beamed their appreciation at me.

"Let me warn you about one other thing which is very important to me. I HATE jealousy, possessiveness, envy, and those types of emotions. They are negative, destructive, nasty emotions. If I see any of you showing any of those, I'll never allow you anywhere near me again. We call it being 'red-carded', like in soccer. It means being kicked out of the game. In this case, being PERMANENTLY banned from socializing with me. It's very serious, so to all those girls who were looking enviously at Claire and Diana a few minutes ago, you need to immediately stop thinking like that, or you're going to get red-carded."

#2: <How would we behave if Julia or Carol got interested in another boy?>

#4: <Very, very badly! Once we recovered from the shock of the impossible happening.>

#1: <Impossible in Julia's case, I agree, but I wouldn't be surprised if it happened to Carol one day. I hope it doesn't, but if it does I don't think I'd be jealous - PROVIDED I liked the guy. If I didn't like him there'd be trouble.>

#4: <And if he mistreated Carol, BIG trouble.>

#1: <HUGE! He'd wish he'd never been born. Which is what I'd be wishing for him too. I'd much rather Carol stayed with Julia and us.>

#2, #4: <Agreed.>

[[You can tell that I still had a lot to learn about girls. It's slightly embarrassing to record these thoughts, but they make an interesting contrast to two later instances in which I thought about Carol and I being separated.]]

"I guess most of you have read my website, yes?"

There were lots of confirmation noises. Carol spoke up, "I think all my friends have read it."

Donna echoed, "All the Ducklings too. I think so, because they talk about it a lot."

"Good, so you all know what 'red card' means. Unfortunately a couple of hours ago I had to red card Mackenzie Norris."

"Oh no!" from Claire. Diana's face fell too.

"Don't worry, you two. I still think YOU are wonderful girls; just not your big sister. After just one date with me she got horribly jealous whenever I kissed another girl, which was a huge problem, because I kiss a LOT of girls! Haha. And she got very strange about sex too, but I won't go into that now. What I want to do is take Diana and Claire to one side for a few minutes, to explain to them what happened. Otherwise Mackenzie could tell them all sorts of horrible stories when they get home from school. I'll let Julia entertain the rest of you for a few minutes."

Julia said, "I'll come with you because I saw everything that Mackenzie did. We'll only be a few minutes, so I suggest Ava and Carol tell the rest of the girls about the quiz. What some of the question were, and some of the funny answers we got. We had some good laughs over those."

I led Diana, Claire and Julia (my impartial witness) to the side. The two Norris girls looked downcast, so I moved between them and put an arm around each shoulder, hugging them to me as we walked.

Claire immediately put her arm around my waist. She asked, "It's okay?"

I answered, "It's okay for everyone except Mackenzie. It's certainly okay for you two. I definitely want to spend more time with you two. I think you're both marvelous girls. Beautiful, sweet, well-behaved, happy, friendly, lovely girls."

We were far enough away so I stopped, and we formed a small circle.

"Let me start by telling you what Mackenzie did. She was waiting in the parking lot for me to arrive this morning, and she was glued to me after that. There are some girls in my class that I get along well with, and we give each other some nice 'good morning' kisses every day. Mackenzie has seen that happening every morning for weeks, but this morning she was jealous and angry about it. After only one date she decided she and I were perfect together, that I shouldn't look at any other girl, and no other girl should look at me. Mackenzie was crazy, because I strongly disliked last night's date, and never..."

Diana exclaimed, "You did! Mackenzie thought it was the best date she's ever had."

"Her prize for the quiz was a date with me, so I did my best to give her a good date, because that was the honorable thing for me to do. I behaved the way she liked, so naturally she had a great time. She stupidly assumed that I had a great time too, which I most definitely did not. It was an EXTREMELY boring date! She spent the first two hours running around looking at flowers and pretty much ignoring me. Then we had dinner where she mostly wanted to talk about her interests. And there was no sex, of course! In Mackenzie's opinion sex is a dirty, unpleasant thing. I don't know how she can know that, considering she's never tried it. I've tried it many times, and I know for a fact that when it's with a girl that I like, sex is a huge amount of happy, enjoyable fun. That's why I very much enjoy doing sexy things with you two."

Both girls excitedly asked, "You do?"

"Absolutely. I like both of you very much. Unlike Mackenzie and your mother, I know that sex with people you like is great, and the more you like them the better it is. I like both of you, so doing more sexual things with you two would be great fun. That's if you like me enough to do sexy things with me?"

The question was totally unnecessary, given the expressions of delight already on their faces, but it's polite to ask.

The girls ran all over each other and themselves in their voluble, enthusiastic declarations. It was music to my loins. Diana asked, "Umm, how much sex? How far will you go?"

"I'm going to treat you both as adults, and give you an adult answer. Provided we have total privacy at the time, such as being locked in a bedroom with just me and one or both of you, then this is my rule for how far we go..."

#4: <Great, neither of them blinked about the "both of you" point. I LIKE these girls!>

#2: <If we have them both at the same time, their average age would be 13. Our lucky number today.>

" ... It depends on just two things. The first thing is how far the girl - or girls - want to go. If you want to stop, I will stop. If you want to go halfway, that's as far as I'll go. Obviously I've had a lot more experience than you, so I will probably suggest things you're not sure about, and I might say, 'Trust me, I think you'll like this.' But if you tell me 'No, ' then I won't do it.

^-- "Sex is ONLY fun if everybody wants it. Last night, for example, Mackenzie didn't want ANY sex, so I didn't even try to touch her. You don't have anything to fear from me. Unlike most boys who're desperate to have sex and don't want to stop, I can very easily get sex from other girls if you don't want to. That makes it extremely easy for me to be a gentleman, and it makes it very safe for you.