Chapter 30: Biff Number Four; Aftermath

Friday, April 8, 2005 (Continued) and a look forward.

[I'll jump ahead to describe the aftermath of the latest jock stupidity.

I won't bother describing the rest of the crap that went on regarding Biff#4. Especially with the school's strong encouragement that the police do so, Biff#4 was arrested, charged and convicted. Most importantly for Julia and me, he was also expelled, so there was one less violent moron in school. By the time I graduated in just over a year - I had no doubt I'd easily pass the 11th grade exams - this might be a decent place.

It came out that Biff#4's plan had been - and you'll need to play attention here because it was quite complicated:

• He was a very good 11th grade football player, and had been hoping to obtain a good college scholarship next year.

• It was my fault, presumably by putting my body in the way of their fists, that six of his fellow teammates had been expelled: Biffs #1, 2 and 3, plus the three extra meats in Biff#3's assault. The loss of so many players and subsequent grief from the Principal and coaches had greatly upset the remaining team, and would've harmed its performance next year as a couple of the expelled players had not been seniors. Biff#4 thought being in a losing team with a bad reputation would hurt his scholarship chances, and it also wasn't fair that I'd caused his team so much trouble.

• He knew he was not allowed to approach me, so he decided to "teach me a lesson" by stealing my girl. All he needed to do was get Julia to have one date with him then she'd never go back to me because he was a football star and I was a nobody.

• He'd approached Julia and told her that they were going on a date that night. He couldn't understand why she'd refused, so in the time-honored jock fashion he'd kept repeating himself, raising his voice to help her understand and grabbing her arm to stop her leaving before she realized how lucky she was.

• Then I'd arrived and had tricked him with the fake camera. Which was a dirty trick and unfair, especially because I wasn't allowed to hassle the football team. I don't think he ever grasped the concept that the "no hassle" restriction only went the other way.

• Because I'd broken the "no hassle" rule, it was okay for him to try to get the camera off me. And anyway, it wasn't really a camera or even turned on. It was also my fault because I hadn't handed it over when he'd asked me for it. If I'd done that he wouldn't have needed to punch me at all.

It was clearly the work of a strategic genius, so it was a pity that society would have to muddle along without his contribution for a little while. In truth, chasing a bag of air around a field was about all that he was good for. He'd be out of his depth at any activity that involved real thinking, such as life.

The local paper had some laughs at Biff#4's expense, but mostly what it did was give the school and its Principal a VERY hard time. This was the fourth separate and serious assault involving the seventh football team member. These numbers were just too large to be dismissed as random "boys will be boys" behavior. Clearly something stank in the school's football culture. The police also made statements that they were unhappy with the amount of police resources that were being spent on the violent individuals in this school's football team.

I was the common factor to all the assaults, so the newspaper wanted to interview me. My answer was, "Because of the appallingly intrusive and obnoxious behavior of your reporters last time they wanted to interview me, you can take a running jump into the river."

As I had hoped, the story's lack of prurience meant it was front-page material only briefly, although one article suggested that Biff#4 was another of Annette's boyfriends, thereby giving themselves an excuse to print another sexy picture of her.

Much longer lasting was a flurry of "Letters to the Editor" over what was wrong at the school. I was quite glad to hear about those letters, as the school's lax response to bullying desperately needed fixing.

The head football coach was encouraged to look for employment elsewhere. He was given plenty of free time to do so, and told not to expect a reference any time soon. In other words, he was fired. He'd been given formal warning after the previous flurry of assaults that another such incident would cost him his job. The school administration had to blame someone, so they chose the head coach as the scapegoat. Fairly in fact, but that was mostly by coincidence. He was the main creator of the bullying culture at the school (him and teenage testosterone), as his ability to browbeat the Principal into overlooking all such incidents involving "his boys" had allowed it to grow unchecked for several years. There were plenty of other historic examples that could've been used to justify his dismissal had he been stupid enough to fight it, but surprisingly for a football coach, he wasn't that stupid.

What with the head coach gone and one less good player, the football team wouldn't have a good next season. Their spirits were further dampened by an idea of one of the anti-bullying social workers/experts that was sent to the school to help fix the football team's cultural problems. The football players were summoned to yet another meeting, and told that the football team had brought such shame and disgrace to the school, and to Corvallis as a whole, that football jerseys were no longer acceptable dress anywhere other than on the field during a game. The season being over, there were no games. Any student seen wearing a football jersey at school would immediately be sent home to get changed. Repeat breaches of the school's dress code would lead to suspension and even expulsion. Thus jocks had to dress normally, which did much to break up their "we are special and better than anyone else" culture.

Many of the privileges extended to the team were removed. Even the cheerleaders were told they wouldn't be cheering any of the football team's games or other football events until further notice, which wouldn't be for at least a full year. They were told to concentrate on the games of other sports. My soccer teammates were very happy with me, and asked me to get beaten up by the basketball team a few times.

There was much protest from the surviving football players about the unfairness of their having to suffer because the actions of a few. They were asked how many times they'd stood by while one of their teammates bullied another student? Had they ever physically dominated another student themselves? Had they ever swaggered down a hallway expecting all the other kids to get out of their way? Had they ever treated a girl without respect because of how important they considered themselves? That sort of thing. Most of them must have done those things because the volume of protests dropped considerably. It was also pointed out that seven assailants was clearly not the "actions of a few".

An anti-bullying campaign was started up at school: talks in class, posters, etc. "Zero tolerance" became an oft-heard phrase. There were of course still incidents of bullying, as jocks weren't the only bullies, I wasn't the only victim, and bullies are not quick learners. Bullying behavior did get jumped on though. The book was thrown at them, and their punishments well publicized. "Stop bully!" became a cry that caused fear in many thugs' hearts. So eventually a good result started happening, and about time.

Over the summer vacation, some of the jocks - not all of them, but quite a few - got together and spent a fair bit of time doing a variety of community volunteer work as a way of apologizing to the community and trying to repair their reputation. Which just goes to show that not all jocks are as stupid and bad as the ones that kept intruding into my life.]

Mom and the Principal had their little chat, the first of a few over the next several days, generally on the phone. Mostly Mom did the chatting and the Principal did the wincing. Mom kept Vanessa informed of subsequent developments.

Julia got to go back to class before I did, but when I joined her mid-class, I used TK to lightly stroke her cheek. She loved it. I made a mental note to make sure we told Carol about TK in a nice way and in a safe environment. My doing so with Julia at school after an assault had been VERY stupid. If she'd freaked out, which I should have expected her to, I might not have been able to contain her hysteria before too many people heard too much. Plus it was unfair to freak out Julia that way.

After that class, Julia rushed to grab me and several other people gathered around. They'd all heard about it, especially the camera bluff. There were lots of congratulatory comments, hopes that I hadn't been too badly hurt, and that sort of thing. Julia's rather livid bruise got her much sympathy too. She was dismissive of her injury and happy just hugging her "awesome man".

While Julia was hugging me, I somehow became aware that she wasn't wearing a bra. This was a first for her at school! I would've put a big grin on my face, but one had already gotten there all by itself. I gently moved my arm back and forth. Pretty soon Julia realized that I knew, so she helped by unobtrusively rubbing herself against me too. Julia's top wasn't particularly attractive to look at, some smock type of dress with a big bow on the front under her breasts, but she sure felt nice under it. Several go-softs were required. (The way my life has been going recently, it might be easier to tell you when go-softs aren't required.)

When we were walking to our next class, cutting across an open area of grass without anyone else close to us, I decided to show my appreciation for Julia's lack of an undergarment. I looked down at her, saw where one of her nipples was advertising its presence (she was still very excited by my "awesomeness"). I used TK to apply a quick but reasonably strong pinch the outside of her dress, over the nipple. The dress fabric moved of course, but no one else noticed. Julia sure did though! She gasped and her steps stumbled.

She stopped us, demanding, "Do it again."

I over-complied. I got two minds involved, and pinched both her nipples at the same time, and several more times when I saw that Julia liked it a great deal. Julia moved her arms up and grasped my arms, her forearms blocking anyone else from seeing the rather strange movements of the front of her dress.

Julia was really getting into it, so I pinched again, and did not release. I held both nipples and gently pulled and pushed them, varying the amount of squeeze as well. I could even rotate them by using other fingertips to spin the clamping pair. Everything I did delighted Julia.

She breathed at me, "I want to fuck you so bad it's hurting. My juices are running down my leg. I have to go to the bathroom to frig myself silly."

"So I don't have to worry about you complaining of invisible sexual harassment then?"

"Do you have ANY idea how loving a powerful man affects a woman?"

#3: <I don't have ANY idea how ANYTHING affects a woman, least of all loving a man.>

"Umm, no?"

"It's the best aphrodisiac there is BAR NONE! When you do that to me, you're proving to me that you are the most powerful man EVER! What you can do is unbelievable. I'm in love with a GOD! Do it again my love - harder, harder, HARDER! IieeeEEE..."

I realized what Julia was about to do - was already doing - and I remembered how loud she gets. I quickly clamped my hand over her mouth as she screamed into my hand.

"Shush," I said. I'm sure it helped. No more than twenty or thirty people looked around at us as Julia slumped.

My right arm was still in the damned sling, but I managed to catch her about halfway down. I eased her to the grass and sat beside her, holding her. I called out to our audience, "She's just overcome." I didn't specify by what.

[[At the time, I'd thought I was very clever for making Julia orgasm so easily. Later I had learned enough to know that her orgasm had been 95% emotional. As she'd said, but I hadn't understood, a powerful man is the best aphrodisiac for a girl like Julia, who is very aware of the uses of power and authority over other people. Julia had just learned that her boyfriend was superhuman, and it'd affected her VERY strongly. Using my superhuman power to tweak her nipples pushed her buttons VERY effectively. (Actually it pulled and squeezed her buttons, but I'm sure you take my point.)]]

Julia was only out of it for a few seconds, then she announced, "I am SO glad I'm your girlfriend."

"Me too, but we really should get to class. Quite a few people are looking at us."

"You have to give me a minute. My legs won't have enough strength yet. And I better clean up before class. Can you smell me?"

Now that she mentioned it, yes I could.

Seeing me sniff and smile, Julia added, "That's all your fault. That's what happens to me for being out with the MOST FANTASTIC guy in the whole world!"

I'd learned not to argue with her when she makes such pronouncements, even though they're embarrassingly wild exaggerations.

She saw my expression, and added, "The amazing thing is that you really don't see how fantastic you are, do you?"

"Um, no, not really. I know I can do some special things that other people can't, but that doesn't make me 'the most fantastic guy in the whole world.' That's an exaggeration. I'm just an ordinary guy with a few extra tricks."

Julia gave me her reasoning, "Look what you did back at the fight: Rather than charging in which might've got me hurt, or destroying him as you easily could have, you intelligently tricked him into letting me go, so I was safe. Then you avoided a fight for a while, until you realized we were safer in the long run if you let him beat you up a little. Today you were intelligent, compassionate, willing to sacrifice yourself, and powerful. And let's not forget what you just did with my nipples, so you were also awesomely sexy. I had an orgasm without you even touching me. How many guys could make their girls orgasm without touching them?"

"To me it does feel like touch, with my mind rather than my fingers. Obviously you can't see anything, so it looks like magic to you."

Julia agreed, "Yes, that's exactly what it is. No one can see anything. Except a very happy girl being made to orgasm without anyone touching her. This is a very good skill for a boyfriend to have! You're REALLY over-delivering in the 'Make Your Girlfriend Orgasm' department, haha."

I was still thinking about what to say next, when Julia interrupted, "Oh gosh! I was just thinking that you get better and better every day. Then I remembered that a couple of days ago I told you not to get any better or I'd explode. And now you've gotten FAR better. That no-touching touching you do is impossible, but you do it for fun, just to give me a very good time. How can you keep getting so much more amazing? And to think I wanted to keep you for myself." And Julia shook her head to indicate disbelief in herself.

#4: <What does that mean? She gets crazy if any other girl comes near me. Remember what's-her-name: Betty, I think. The "I'm twice the girl" from the lunchroom. Julia nearly scratched her eyes out. There's been the "Get lost Bitch!" girl and all the others she's given dirty looks to. I don't understand Julia sometimes.>

#3: <I don't understand her SOME times either.>

Julia continued, "Darling, what do you want my parents and brothers to know about what you can do? I'm stunned that you have so much trust in me, and I think it's wonderful that you're going to tell Carol. I think that's PERFECT. But beyond her, who do you want to tell?"

"Um, I haven't really decided anything, other than to trust you and Carol. I think Donna is still a little flighty, although I got her to help me with a small new thing last night, to do with telling who's very close behind me. You and Carol are both very loyal to me, which makes me feel very good about your knowing. It's a relief for me to be able to talk with someone about these things, or to ask for help like I did with Donna and Carol last night, or to try things out that I haven't done before, like playing with nipples!"

Julia offered, "I am VERY happy to help you try out those types of things!"

"Yes, I could see that. I also want to try my no-touching touch, as you call it, up your ass next time we're naked."

"Yes please! I knew I was going to have a good life with you, haha."

"With regard to telling anyone else, I haven't thought it through yet. I haven't had time because I've only just started learning these new things. They emerged out of something I learned from Aikido last evening. I didn't tell my parents this morning, but I didn't really think about that. I can always tell them later if I decide to, but it's probably best to be cautious, I think."

Julia suggested, "I agree. The no-touching touching is superhuman, so that has to be kept quiet. Otherwise hundreds of girls will be offering you their nipples and assholes, haha.

^-- "Seriously, it's an important secret. If that became public knowledge there'd be some major problems. Normally I tell my parents about things you and I do, but I won't tell them about that. That secret is so important it has to be your decision who you tell it to. Let's talk about it more when you come over tomorrow. I know my parents are eager to help you, but you don't need to tell them everything that you're capable of."

We got up and went to class. In Julia's case, via the girls' bathroom.

When I got to the place where we wait for the school's car, both of my sisters were already there. Donna just wanted to check that I was okay before she shot off to her game. I assured her that I was, that the bully had been weaker than he looked as even the few bruises he'd given me didn't hurt.

Before she left Donna said, "I've had lots of people tell me about your camera trick. Everyone thinks that was very funny and clever. It's fun being your sister."

"People don't care that I lost the fight?" That had been worrying me somewhat, as I'd behaved like a wimp.

Carol answered, "No. You get major credit for bravely and cleverly protecting your girlfriend. ALL the girls thought that was very cool. You've got a broken arm so no one blames you for losing the fight. You're walking around while he got carted away by the police, so it's obvious who really won. Everyone thinks you did very well and I agree."