Chapter 244: Carol's Cuties; Carol Manages Them Wonderfully Well

Sunday, June 19, 2005 (Continued)

I made myself a comfort sandwich while I tried to work out what I'd done wrong. I remembered Julia previously telling me off for talking too long. Girls who're already eating out of my palm don't need to be led in tiny steps, which had been what I'd done. Knowing where I'd gone wrong didn't tell me what I should've done though. I couldn't have bluntly told them not to be jealous, not to be early or late, and not to rely on me driving them around. Just saying those things quickly wouldn't have gotten the message across, because people can follow instructions far better if they understand the reasons for them.

I'll definitely ask Julia her advice, but I couldn't call her now as she was doing something far more important. My problem would take too long to explain and it'd be hard for Julia to discuss it without other people overhearing. It was a pity that seducing girls was so tricky.

After a few minutes I started hearing laughter come out of the living room, which relieved me that I hadn't ruined the day for them.

The laughter got louder and more giggly for a minute or so, and then Carol opened the door to call out over the sounds of the other girls giggling, "Can you come back in please, Mark?"

"Dad's talking to the driver of a car who's dropping off two more girls now."

"While we're waiting for them will you get the ball of string and a pair of scissors please?" I got those, while Carol went to the linen cupboard to collect a pile of towels.

The two new girls came inside and Carol quickly told me their names. Then she directed us into the living room.

Carol put the towels down on the coffee table, then told me, "We decided you needed cheering up, so we were going to let you choose the fourth passenger in your car based on how much you like her breasts. Unfortunately there's a fairness problem, because some of them have more conservative swimsuits than the others. We thought it'd be fairer if they were all topless. What do you think? Would that be the fairest way of doing it?"

I had to wait for the flurry of self-conscious giggling to die down, then I said, "When Mom and Dad told me to be fair, I had NO IDEA fairness could be so wonderful! I think that's an EXCELLENT idea. After all, we wouldn't want a girl with a particularly revealing swimsuit to have an unfair advantage, would we?"

"No indeed," agreed my wonderful sister. "We're going to tie towels together and hold them up at head height so the girls can stand behind them without your seeing their faces. They'll wear towels around their waists so you won't recognize their clothes. I told them that Julia and Ava being your girlfriends proves you're too smart just to pick the biggest pair."

I quickly reinforced Carol's snow job. "Absolutely. Quality is more important than quantity. Anyone with half a brain knows that." Which pretty much excluded every male. "We now have six girls who need a lift to the pool. I can do that in two trips, and it means I need to pick three girls out of the lineup."

"Yep. Wait in the kitchen, and I'll call out loudly when we're ready."

I left the room quickly because I'm a very cooperative person; while the two latest arrivals, Summer and Nadia, were urgently asking Carol for details about everyone showing me their breasts.

There's an idea I've had in mind ever since the girls started arriving that I haven't bothered to mention yet. Unless you, my reader, have completely forgotten what 15-year old boys are like, I'm sure the same idea has occurred to you. My idea had been based on the hope that the girls would model their swimsuits for me, which would require those of them not wearing the suits under their clothes would have to get changed into them. That would be an EXCELLENT time for me to start practicing my special ki abilities, starting with a sight blob. Carol had derailed my swimsuit modeling hope - I'd express my forgiveness to her later - but I still felt a sudden urge to practice my new ability. I closed my eyes, created a sight blob, and sent it through the wall into the living room.

Carol had laid out several towels horizontally side by side, and had cut short lengths of string. Various girls were in the process of tying adjacent towel corners together. Longer lengths of string were attached to the outside corners of the first and last towels.

One end was placed on a bookshelf we have on the far wall of the living room, with several books put on top of it and wedged in tightly against the bottom of the shelf above, so the string was firmly held. Carol held the other end and walked the length of the living room, holding it up fairly high, so it resembled a clothesline of towels.

All the girls stood behind it so Carol could see that it worked okay. Then I saw Carol say something, and all the girls reacted by starting to undress.

At times like this I really wish I'd been able to find a way of making simultaneous sight blobs work, because it would've been great to allocate every girl her own sight blob. Unfortunately, I had to make do with only one, so I was very busy zooming it around the room to give me the best possible sights.

They'd all brought their own towels, so those of them who were wearing short skirts or shorts could immediately wrap their towels around their waists. Happily several of them were wearing clothes that were too long to fit under a towel, so they stripped down to their swimsuit bottoms or panties. I thoroughly approved of the sexiness of every pair of panties I saw, so I had a great time watching them until they put their towels on.

They were also removing their tops. Even though I'd be looking at their breasts in the lineup shortly, I still had a wonderful time watching them now, especially because there was lots of bending and turning as they folded up their clothes and piled them up neatly. This was one of the few times that I've been glad that girls are so fussy about their clothes.

When most of them were correctly dressed (in my opinion topless is VERY correct) Carol raised the clothesline and the girls started lining up behind it. Carol hadn't undressed, which was both sensible and sad. Another sad aspect was the swimsuits I'd seen. Most of them were far too conservative for my taste, with the others being ordinary. I definitely had to buy a good stock of sexy bikinis for the mansion.

They realized that the clothesline dipped in the middle, so the shorter girls moved to the center, with the taller girls to either end. They all put their hands on their heads, which did very nice things to the shape of their breasts, then I heard Carol yell out, "COME IN, MARK." Closely followed by lots of giggling.

I canceled the sight blob and opened my eyes to see another late arrival biking into our driveway. I opened the living room door a fraction; just enough to say through it without seeing anyone, "Another girl's arriving, Carol. I'll wait a few seconds for her, and bring her in with me."

"Okay," agreed Carol, while a couple of the other girls joked about the surprise she was about to get.

I left the living room door open a couple of inches so what I said to the new girl could be heard by the others. I opened the front door, asking her, "Christina or Hailey?"

"Hi Mark. I'm Christina. I'm sorry I'm late. Are the others all here?"

"All but Hailey are here. They're all in the living room and we're about to do something VERY important and serious."

I was deliberately standing so I was facing the living room door, so my "VERY important and serious" generated a large amount of giggling, confusing Christina.

I wasn't going to waste important breast-judging time explaining to her, so I just said, "Follow me," as I walked into the living room.

I exclaimed, "Oh my gosh. I think I've died and gone to Heaven. What a BEAUTIFUL sight!" Rarely have I ever spoken more sincerely!

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Christina. "What's going on?"

I answered, "Christina. You were late and I've got FAR, FAR more important things to do than waste valuable judging time explaining things to you. Sit in that chair over there and be quiet while I get on with my very difficult, but oh so delightful, duty."

I earned some giggles, during which Christina repeated, "But what's going on?"

"Christina, please SIT and be quiet. You're fifteen minutes late. If you'd come on time you'd know what's happening."

"It's not my fault. Mom made me finish my lunch before..."

"Grrr! What part of 'be quiet' don't you understand?"

"But it's not..."

From behind several of the towels came a variety of yelled instructions for Christina to shut up and sit down.

Christina wisely shut up. She should've done that already, as well as removing her top, but sadly she wasn't that smart. She started walking to the chair I'd pointed her to, when there was a knock on the front door.

I groaned, "Oh God. Here we go again."

I was about to go answer it, when one of my minds had a better idea. I said, "Christina, YOU answer the door. If it's Hailey, I want the two of you to wait for us at the kitchen table. Let me know if it's someone else, but if it's Hailey do NOT come back in here until you're called."

I pushed her out of the room, closing the door loudly behind her.

I turned back to the breasts, doing my best to get back into a happy mood. It didn't take long. I also called the mind off duty, figuring that he'd like to be able to enjoy this. We made him do Active Duty, which would be a good test of his ability to concentrate on remaining centered while HIGHLY distracted.

Carol's end of the clothesline was closest to me, so I started at that end, walking so I was standing in front of the first pair. Looking down the line I could see that an improvement could be made, so I announced, "Nearly all of you should take about half a step forward, so the towel is against your face. That way what I'm judging will stick out very nicely."

While they were all shuffling forward, which definitely had very nice effects on my view, I heard Christina yell through the door, "IT'S HAILEY." Everyone, especially me, ignored her.

I had a small puzzle about something, so I took a moment to say, "Carol, I'm guessing that your friends feel more comfortable being anonymously hidden behind the towel, so I won't mention anyone's name when I'm looking at them." I could see from Carol's expression that I was right.

I also heard an exclamation of "WHAT!" from the other room. Presumably Christina had just told Hailey what was happening in here.

I continued, "Diana and Zoe don't need to be in this competition, as they've already earned rides in my car, but I guess you wanted all the girls to be treated equally?"

Carol answered, "Yes. If everyone else is showing you their breasts, Diana and Zoe should too."

"I ABSOLUTELY agree. I'm VERY happy with that because I'm particularly looking forward to seeing Diana. I like her, and it's always far better to look at a body when you like the person it belongs too. When I get down the line to you, Diana, I will talk with you briefly."

There was a quiet, "oh," from Diana, which immediately caused some "Shh's" from several of the other girls. Not that Diana's making a sound gave her position away to me, as I'd seen them line up with my sight blob, and I'd recognize her with proximity anyway, as 3A and 3B people had the identical unique proximity 'signatures'. Probably identical fingerprints and DNA too. [[Their proximity readings could be different if their life experiences were different enough, but the only time I'd noticed that was Prof's proximity reading changing a little as a result of his kidnapping and near death. That single sample wasn't enough for me to understand the process.]]

I said, "Okay, I'll start my judging of the three pairs of breasts I'd like to take in my car to the pool."

I was amused to be looking down the line to see several of them stick out their chests more. I was facing away from Carol, so I quickly shut my eyes and sent a sight blob down the line, so I made sure I knew who every breast belonged to.

Then I slowly, studiously, and VERY enjoyably started making my way down the line, namelessly complimenting each girl's breasts. In part so the girls could hear that things were moving along, otherwise it'd be boring for them. Also because girls should be complimented for showing me their breasts. Hopefully word would get around about how much I enjoy it, so more girls will do it. Plus saying nice things to each girl would make her like me more, which is a highly desirable situation with good looking girls who're willing to show me their breasts.

By this point in my autobiography, you should have gotten the idea that I'm rather partial to girls' breasts. They are very, very beautiful and wonderful creations. God made all sorts of screw-ups designing people, but he DEFINITELY got breasts right! There were thirteen girls participating in the lineup, so twenty six bare breasts to look at, every single one of which (not that they come in ones), I'd already seen were lovely. I was going to thoroughly enjoyed studying each of them. Carol had invited only good looking girls, so I was having a GREAT time!

I was on my third pair when I heard the living room door creak open slowly, followed by a shocked inhalation of breath. I looked behind me, to see two faces looking through the small gap they'd created.

I would have preferred to ignore Christina and Hailey, but I wanted to make sure all of these girls clearly got the message that being late was BAD. I put on an annoyed expression (that was easy), and marched straight toward the living room door.

The two heads retreated out of sight.

I grabbed the handle, opened the door, and half-yelled at the two of them, "I specifically told you to sit at the table. Are you both so stupid that you can't tell when 1 o'clock is, don't know what 'sitting' means, and don't know what a table is? SIT at the TABLE and stay there until you are called." I slammed the door closed to prevent any excuses.

I walked back to Carol, saying, "Carol, in the future I think we'll lock the front door ten minutes after the start time. Anyone who arrives after that can turn around and go home again. I strongly dislike inconsiderate people, especially when they're repeatedly inconsiderate."

Carol answered, "Okay. I'll tell the other Cuties who couldn't come here today too." Which answered my low-key wondering about whether it was okay to refer to them as "Cuties"?

"Thanks. This is their very first time for meeting me, and you'd think they'd be trying to make a good impression. If they so uncaringly and selfishly make a dozen people wait nearly half an hour for them on the first meeting, and then to keep causing disruptions, then they're no good as potential girlfriends."

"Do you want me to kick them out of the Cuties?"

"I'm VERY tempted to agree to that, but that'd probably be unfair. They should already know better than be so inconsiderate to everyone here, but I'll give them a little bit of slack THIS time. Let's forget about them." I put on an overly dramatic voice to say, "NOW I have to start ALL OVER AGAIN! It's such a hardship having to look at all these lovely breasts again, haha."

I restarted the terribly onerous hardship. That word reminding me to do another go-soft.

I enjoyed myself for breast after breast. I continued to compliment every girl's breasts in some way, having no trouble whatsoever to find something nice to say to each of them: "Wow, your nipples point upward very sexily. I love that so much more than nipples that point down," (I already knew none of these girls pointed down); "What a wonderful pink color your nipples are. They're very pretty"; "Hmm, the underside of your breasts look VERY lickable. I love licking the underside to turn a girl on." Etc.

When I got to Diana I said, "Ahh. I thought you would have, but I'm very pleased to see how pretty your breasts are, Diana."

"Ohh! You know it's me?"

"Yes indeed."

"How do you know?"

"I won't say now, but I'll mention something when I announce who the three extra passengers are."

I raised my hand and placed a couple of fingers against the center of Diana's chest, a few inches below her neck.

Diana jerked in surprise, but then stood still, remaining in contact with my fingers. That was a good sign, so I slid my fingers down and onto one of her breasts. Near the nipple I moved my fingers so they slid around the outside of her breast, then under it. I cupped its weight, then lightly brushed the top of her nipple with my thumb.

#3 (the mind that was on Active Centering duty), lost center. We could all instantly tell that as our proximity sense failed. He got internally booed, then told to go on Inactive Duty. Diana was near the end, so he wouldn't be missing much.

I could see the top of Diana's chest turn pink from her blush, and she groaned a little, but made no sign of rejection. I said, "Good girl, Diana." I slowly pulled my hand back, letting my fingertips slide along her underside and then out of contact.