Chapter 36: First Explorations of Carol

Sunday, April 10, 2005 (Continued)

I got home just before dinnertime, that being an excellent habit to get into. I was impressed with Julia when I saw that Carol was doing some cooking in the kitchen with Mom. Mom was in Teaching Mode, telling Carol what needed to be done, why, in what order, and that sort of thing.

Seeing me watching her, Carol proudly announced, "I've decided I want to be a much better cook. Mom's going to be giving me lots of lessons from now on." I would write "her chest swelled with pride," but good brothers don't notice such things.

#2: <Don't say, "You'll make some man happy." Not right next to Mom. Carol's reaction might give away too much.>

#4: <Good anticipation, thanks.>

I knew I had to reinforce Julia's instructions to Carol, so I just said, "Good for you, sweetie. I'm pleased."

I could see that my approval meant more to Carol than it should, although I was very happy with it. I had no doubt that Julia's analysis of Carol was right, but it was still good to see some confirmation.

#1: <Why are we pleased about Carol's cooking, if Mom asks?>

#2: <"Having more cooks in the house! That means more food for me, so this is a very good thing." Mom will laugh at that.>

Unfortunately no one asked why I was pleased and the moment had passed for me to use my joke. Oh well, next time.

At dinner I made sure to casually mention, "I'll be working in my room quite late tonight. I've got lots of stuff from Prof to read and he wants to talk with me about it soon." I saw that Carol noticed what I'd said, which was my intention. One late-night massage coming up! Hopefully after our parents were asleep. Their bedroom is across the hall and at the other end of it from mine, so if we're careful they shouldn't hear anything suspicious and come to check it out.

Donna was chatty but made no reference to my getting a backrub from Carol, which was helpful of her and a relief. Donna and I agreed that we'd get up at 6am for our run.

When Carol heard that she asked, "Can I come with you on my bike please? I need to get more exercise."

Before I could answer, Mom said, "You're getting serious about exercise, Carol. You went for a long ride this morning and now you want to go tomorrow morning as well."

"Yes. I spend too much time studying. I want to make sure I'm beautiful, healthy and fit."

I was again quite impressed with Julia when I realized that the words Carol had used - "beautiful, healthy and fit" - were identical to what Julia had told Carol we wanted of her. Carol certainly seemed to be taking Julia's instructions to heart. It was also very unlike Carol to describe herself as beautiful or to say she wanted to be beautiful. Mom made no comment on it though.

In answer to Carol's request to come with us, I said to Donna, "I asked you to run with me in the mornings as a way of our spending some time together because we don't get much chance to normally. I love Carol but I already see her more than I see you, and Carol and I will be spending a lot of time studying together at Julia's, so it's up to you whether you want Carol to come running with us or not?"

Donna is a good sort. Her immediate answer was, "Sure she can come. We don't talk that much anyway." Donna's answer had taken quarter the time of my carefully worded question, which was typical of her. [[It was even more typical of me, but I'm writing my thoughts at the time.]]

Knowing that Carol and I might have a late night tonight, and guessing she might have trouble sleeping afterward, I said to her, "Don't worry if you sleep in tomorrow morning. We'll be running again Wednesday and you can join us then. It can be a good idea not to train every day, so see how you feel in the morning." One of my minds added a good idea, "And I'd be happy to go out with you any morning you want to; it doesn't have to be with Donna. Just do what feels good for you." It might be very convenient for Carol and me to be able to get out of the house for an hour or so. Who knows what we could do!

Mom also told me that I could get my cast off the day before the original schedule. She or Dad would take me to the hospital on Friday after school. Which made me realize I'd been stupid not to get it done another day earlier, on Thursday, so I could train properly at Aikido. I didn't want to annoy Mom by making her call the hospital yet again, so I accepted that the cost of my stupidity would be losing a training session. I was sure Julia wouldn't have made that sort of mistake.

I'd spent so much time with Julia this weekend that I hadn't done much studying, so after the dishes were done I went to my room. I tried to apply myself, but I mostly just wasted time because all three of my active concentrations were appalling. After half an hour of it, there was a quiet knock on my door.

I said, "Enter," and Carol came in and shut the door behind her. I had swiveled my chair around to face her and she walked up to me.

Rather than kneeling beside me as she had last time, this time Carol asked, "Can I sit in your lap please, Mark?"

"Of course. I like cuddling you."

"Julia told me you did."

"Julia told you correctly. I like it very much."

Already my cock was getting hard because the power I apparently had over Carol and the expectation of what was going to happen later were VERY stimulating. I'd been daydreaming about it so my cock was already half-hard. A go-soft was urgently applied, and I expected to need to continually apply it too. For a second I'd thought about letting Carol see the shape of my erection through my clothes, even to have her sit on me while I was hard, but it seemed too soon to be that blatant. I was definitely looking forward to getting even more blatant later though.

Carol sat sideways on me, her knees pointing to my right. She put her arms fully around my shoulders and held herself close to me, her chin resting on my right shoulder, her right cheek pressed against mine.

I reached across her front with my straight right arm, running it diagonally down so its hand was placed on the left side of her waist. This placed my upper-arm directly across Carol's right breast. She was wearing the same clothes as she'd worn to dinner: jeans, a T-shirt, and naturally a bra. I wasn't disappointed as I knew I would be seeing far more of her later tonight if I wanted to, which you can safely assume that I did. Carol accepted my arm's contact with her breast with no sign of displeasure or concern. She showed no awareness of that contact, seeming happy just to be cuddling me.

I thought of rubbing my arm back and forth, but it seemed far too crude and immature. It would've been wonderful, but I had to resist. Instead I put my left hand on her back and lightly moved it up and down, rubbing her neck, shoulders and all of her back. I did this for a few minutes. Carol's occasional, soft, "Mmm" sounds indicating she was happy with my actions.

After five minutes or so, I confidently - mostly an 'acted' confidence as I didn't feel nearly so self-assured - grasped the back of her shirt with my left hand, just above where it tucked into her jeans, and started pulling it out of her jeans. There was no sensible excuse for me doing this. Over the past year or two I had occasionally given Carol brief rubs on her back through her clothes as extended, affectionate pats, but I had never even thought of going under her clothes. We'd never had skin contact of this type before, but she'd never agreed to massage me before either, especially with her apparent willingness that we both be naked at the time. That and Julia's confident descriptions of Carol's "hots" for me gave me the necessary confidence to try this now.

As soon as Carol realized what I was attempting, she pushed her head slight away from my shoulders, which sat her up straighter, and then she sucked her belly. For a second I thought she was drawing a big breath to scream with, but it became clear that she was helpfully making it easier for me to pull her T-shirt out, which I resumed doing. When it was fully untucked from her back, I put my left hand under it and lay it on her bare back.

Carol gave a louder, "Mmm," and leaned into her cuddle with me again.

#4: <That went well, didn't it?>

#1: <So far Julia's understanding of Carol has been perfect, as unbelievable as that seems.>

#4: <Including "unbelievably wonderful.">

#1: <And then some!>

I started rubbing Carol's back. When my hand reached high on her back, my forearm raised her T-shirt, pulling more of it out of her jeans. It was now only tucked in at the front, which was a pity because it was her front that I most wanted to rub. Unfortunately that was yet another HIGHLY desirable activity that it was too soon for.

I kept rubbing her back. Whenever my hand reached her bra strap I just rubbed over it. After a few more minutes of Carol clearly being happy with my current actions, I moved my hand to her strap and pushed my fingers under it.

Carol's hands tightened briefly around my shoulders. That was her only reaction, which meant she was passively accepting everything I was doing. Goody!

When I had the full length of my fingers under the strap, I pushed my hand sideways around the outside of her back, until my fingers reached the bra's cup. Then I bravely girded my loins - only mentally, as my loins were otherwise far too busy doing continual go-softs - and I pushed my fingers under the outside edge of her cup, putting them in contact with the side of Carol's breast.

Carol tensed, but she kept hugging me, now tighter than ever. She neither screamed for Mom and Dad nor killed me, so I breathed a slow sigh of relief, trying to hide it so she didn't realize how nervous I was. Julia had shown me that Carol wanted to be commanded, which meant I had to pretend to have some confidence. In reality I had none at all. If Carol had made the slightest negative response, I would've collapsed into begging apologies. To my amazement, Carol was accepting what I was doing now, even though it FAR exceeded anything that could remotely be considered brotherly.

Having determined that she was so accepting, I moved my hand back the way it came. Carol gave a brief moan of disappointment, which was music to my ears. I was now sure that Julia was right about Carol wanting sex with me, which made it unanimous. I was still very scared, but also convinced. Some amazing feelings were flowing through me.

I removed my fingers from under her bra entirely. It was too tight and uncomfortable to force my hand around under it. I reverted to just rubbing all over her back. I wanted to rub her front, especially two specific regions on her front, but that required my other hand and the damned cast made that awkward. I removed my left hand from her back entirely, pulled my face away from hers slightly, kissed her cheek, then said, "Swing your legs around the other way, darling." I pushed her knees away with my right hand, to give her the idea.

Carol quickly turned around, sideways on me again, this time with her legs out to my left. I put my right hand on her far shoulder just to hold her, then my left hand started pulling her T-shirt out of the front of her jeans. She looked down at my hand in disbelief at what was happening, then she immediately sucked in her belly to make it easier for me. We both knew I was about to rub her breasts, and she was helping me! If not for my ability to control my body, I'd be a nervous wreck by now, with messy underwear.

Her T-shirt was soon loose, and I inserted my hand under it. I placed it on her belly, feeling it flutter in what I hoped was nervous excitement. I moved my hand back and forth, sideways across her tummy, staying below her breasts. She placed her arms around my shoulders and tightened them. Then she started kissing my cheek, over and over again, and making a soft groaning/moaning sound.

I was looking down at where my left hand disappeared under her shirt. I stopped my hand when it was on her belly button, and then moved it slowly up toward her neck. It soon reached the center of her bra, then passed over it, putting my hand into her substantial cleavage. My fingers slid slowly north, rubbing the inside swells of both her breasts as they passed.

Carol stiffened, sharply inhaled, and held her breath. But as my hand continued to slide upward, she exhaled and relaxed most of her tension.

When my hand reached her neck, I slid it sideways toward her far shoulder, until I reached the bra strap. I moved my hand down her chest just a little, then inserted most of my hand under the strap. Carol didn't react to that, probably expecting me to keep moving my hand outward toward her shoulder, but that's not what I did. I had discovered from a delightful play session with Julia that I could easily enter the cup of her bra from the top, and this is what I intended to do with Carol. I moved my hand slowly down, inside her bra strap.

It took Carol an inch or so of my slow sliding to realize that I intended my hand to go south. She couldn't help herself exclaiming, "Oh!" Neither of us wanted to risk ruining what was happening by speaking, so Carol quickly closed her mouth and I ignored her exclamation. I certainly wasn't going to take the time to pat myself on the back for judging her acceptance correctly.

I kept sliding my hand slowly down. Within a few inches I encountered the top swell of that breast, and kept on moving down. Carol's heavier breathing meant I was trying to keep in contact with a moving target, but that was more than okay with me.

I couldn't believe how good it felt to have the bulge of Carol's breast under my hand, as I kept sliding over more and more of it. Soon my hand was entirely on her breast, and what a WONDERFUL feeling that was! The only other breasts I have ever had my hand on were Julia's, and they easily fit within my hand. Carol's breast was much, much larger. I had a complete handful, and there was plenty left over. It was a wonderful, glorious, very sexy feeling. Carol thought so too, as her breaths were fast, shallow gasps.

I continued moving my hand down, and very soon the edge of it contacted Carol's hard nipple, which drew a long groan from Carol.

I moved my hand farther down, so her nipple 'bounced' from finger to finger at about the level that rings are worn, causing Carol to bite her lower lip to stop herself from groaning even louder. When my hand was entirely within her bra, I stopped moving it any farther south. I spent a few seconds enjoying the thrilling sensation of having such a wonderfully overflowing handful of breast. I lightly, rhythmically squeezed it, and moved my hand around a little, rubbing its peak. Then I moved my hand toward me a little, so I could grasp her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. I was surprised that Carol's nipple felt noticeably smaller than Julia's. Surprised, but still WAY over-the-moon delighted. I manipulated it in all the ways that Julia and I loved: squeezing, rolling, pulling and pushing.

When I first squeezed her nipple, Carol jerked upright, held it for a second, and then slumped against my chest, abandoning herself entirely to the sensations my hand was giving her. I continued my nipple play, both of us enjoying ourselves immensely. This was an incredible turn-on for me. I couldn't believe how fantastic a handful of large breast felt, plus its being Carol's breast blew my mind. PLUS this meant that Carol's entire body was mine. I was more aroused than I've EVER been in my life. God knows how many times I would've blown off in my pants by now without the nonstop go-softs I was doing.

Given how excited Carol obviously was by this 'hug', I suspected that I could get Carol off just by playing with the one nipple, but I didn't dare try to give her an orgasm. If she was anything close to being as loud as Julia, Mom and Dad would rush into my room to investigate, and then they'd kill me! So I enjoyed myself immensely for a couple of minutes, deliberately keeping to a slow pace while I planned what to do next.

Carol was very happy. She was exhaling, "Oh Mark," and similar phrases, now believing that this really was happening to her.

I had to stop it though. I'd already gotten her so worked up that stopping would be a cruel let down, but every second was making it worse. I very reluctantly gave her nipple a last squeeze, then pulled my hand out. All the way out, even out of her T-shirt. I put my arms around her and hugged her tight.

It took Carol several seconds to summon the courage to look at me to ask, "You've stopped?"

"Yes, sweetie."

"Why?"

For the last couple of minutes, as well as enjoying myself IMMENSELY, I'd been frantically trying to come up with what I could say to her. I couldn't just pretend that nothing had happened. Obviously the best way to proceed was build on what Julia had already been telling her.

"I'm VERY pleased with you, Carol. EXTRAORDINARILY pleased with your devotion to me, your obedience, your beauty, certainly with your body, and more than anything else, with your love. But I know that there are going to be many girls who'll let me play with their bodies and will do much more than that for me. You've not yet proved yourself enough. You must do more than that to show me that you're good enough." I couldn't believe the crap I was spouting, but Julia did and Carol was.

I'd intended to say that there'd be "thousands of girls", the way Julia had, but it was so ridiculous I couldn't bring myself to say more than "many girls". During her phone call to Carol, Julia had made a very big deal of there being unbelievable numbers of girls interested in me, so I knew there must be some important reason for Julia's claim. Personally I was still having trouble believing that one girl, Julia, was interested in me. That Carol was a second girl was still making my head spin. It was affecting other parts of my anatomy too.

"Please. I want to. Please tell me how?"

"What time are you coming to give me my backrub?"

"What time do you want me to?"

"Asking me is a good idea, but this time I want you to choose a time, sweetie. I could tell you exactly what to do but I want to find out if you can please me with your own decisions. This is a test, just as my playing with your nipple was a test - which you passed absolutely perfectly, by the way. You could not have done any better at all. You were perfect and I'm very pleased with you."

#1: <And with your breast, and with your nipple. Talk about fantastic!>

I could tell that, "I'm pleased with you," was going to be a phrase I'd be using on Carol very often. As Julia had said, Carol did need the positive feedback. Not to mention that she was currently pleasing me so much I was struggling not to mess my shorts!

Carol was visibly delighted by my praise, so I laid it on even thicker. "I'm INCREDIBLY pleased with you, darling. You're fantastic. You make me so proud of you my heart is nearly bursting." Well, not my heart exactly, but the precise organ didn't matter. I tacked on an additional piece of praise, "Julia will also be extremely proud of you when I tell her."

Carol asked in surprise, "You'll tell Julia?"

"Of course." Julia had to be totally involved because I didn't understand ANYTHING about a girl unless Julia explained it to me first. I was going to need a lot of help with Carol to make sure I didn't mess things up.

^-- I didn't want to admit to overhearing Julia's phone call with Carol, and it'd probably be best if I didn't say anything that'd let Carol know that Julia and I had a plan for her, so I explained, "Julia's very interested in what I think of you and I think she'll be very pleased by your being so cooperative, especially because you were so enthusiastic about it. Julia and I are looking for someone to serve both of us, so Julia really does need to know because it's just as much her decision as mine." I couldn't resist adding, "And who knows, maybe she'll be so pleased by how much you liked it that she'll want to do the same thing to you." The major reason I'd had so much difficulty concentrating on my study earlier was because I couldn't stop thinking about the threesome sex that Julia had virtually promised me would be happening soon. If not for go-softs, I would've messed every pair of underwear I owned.

Carol couldn't believe her ears. "What! You mean Julia would do what you just did?"

"That's what I meant, yes. I enjoyed it, and maybe she would too."

"But Julia's a GIRL!" After a brief pause, Carol thought she should add, "And so am I."

Following Julia's lead to use sexual imagery, I said, "I've spent hours between Julia's legs, licking her pussy, drinking her pussy juices, and giving her dozens of orgasms, and from what I noticed when I was down there, I think you're probably right that Julia's a girl, haha. I haven't done that with you yet, but you certainly felt like a girl when I checked to make sure a minute ago. So I think you were definitely right that both of you are girls."

I lightly stressed the "yet" when I mentioned my not going down on Carol, curious to see how she'd react to that. I think she missed it though because she asked, "But why would Julia want to do that to me? Girls aren't normally interested in girls, especially when she's got you instead."

"I said that Julia MIGHT like to do that to you. I don't know for a fact. I do know that Julia's a very unusual girl, so maybe she's unusual that way too. I'm sure you can imagine that when I am alone with her and sex is on our mind, we spend our time exploring each other's bodies and giving each other as much pleasure as possible. When my cock is going in and out of her, it's never crossed my mind to stop to ask her whether she finds girls sexy or not. I'm far too busy making sure she finds one particular boy sexy. If Julia does have any interest in girls, I'm sure she'd be very interested in you. You're a very sexy girl, sweetie."

"Really? You think I'm sexy?"

#2: <Carol is focused on us, but at least she didn't go "Eww yuck!" about Julia.>

"I think you are a wonderful girl in many ways. That's why you're one of my top two favorite girls. Of course your personality is far more important than your sexiness, but I'd have to be blind and crazy not to think you're very sexy. But I don't want to talk about that too much or I'll have trouble getting back to my studying. I was talking about Julia. I don't know whether Julia has feelings like that for girls, but that doesn't matter at the moment. Because Julia is a girl though, you'll probably have to try even harder to please her, so you'd better listen very, very carefully to everything she tells you to do."

"I'm trying my ABSOLUTE hardest now. I REALLY want you and Julia to like me."

"I know you're trying hard, sweetie. Julia and I are both proud of you for it. But you do make mistakes sometimes. When I was cuddling you last night I thought about testing your attitude to me by touching your breast, but you ran away too quickly, before I had a chance. That was very disappointing to me." I had thought about playing with her breast, and had been too terrified to do anything about it. Carol could have sat in my lap all night and I wouldn't have dared touch it even from outside her shirt, let alone what I'd done with her a couple of minutes ago.

Carol's face fell. She looked like she was about to cry as she begged, "I know, Julia told me. I am SO SORRY! I will never leave you too early again. I will always stay until you tell me you are finished. PLEASE believe me?"

"I believe you, darling. After all, you sat still tonight and let me play with your body as much as I wanted. You passed that test perfectly, so I do believe you. Let's forget about last night's bad mistake. I am sure you won't repeat it."

A much-relieved Carol gave me a happy smile. I hugged her tight and she hugged me back.

Carol said, "I love you very, very much, Mark. I don't know how I can hold it in sometimes. I feel like exploding. I don't understand what's happening now. Julia says she'll help, umm. Julia says I can be your girlfriend, but I don't understand how that's possible. You talk about testing me, but why and what for? You're the nicest person I've ever met and I know you're special in very strange ways. I'll already do whatever you tell me, so why do I need to be tested?"

Carol's question had initially had me worried about how to answer because I only had a vague idea of what Julia was doing, but Carol had talked long enough to give me time to come up with something I thought was a pretty good answer.

I pretended to explain, "Finding girls who'll do what I and Julia tell them isn't that hard. Julia knows there are going to be quite a few of them soon. Obedience is a very important trait for us, but it's not the only trait. You're right that I am special in some mysterious ways, so another trait that's important is how well a girl can handle mystery. If a girl is obedient but very nosey, that'd be no good for us. We don't want someone who's going to stick her nose into places we don't want it. We want someone who respects other people's secrets because that's the sort of person who's also going to be good at keeping secrets herself. That's why Julia and I haven't explained to you what's going on. By keeping it a mystery, we're seeing how you react to mystery. Even the way we're testing you is a test. Do you understand?"

"I think so, but it's very confusing. This isn't easy for me. I've been feeling very strong emotions that I've never felt before. Some of them are wonderful, but some are very scary or very confusing. I don't know what to think about your touching my breast so sexually. You've NEVER done anything like that before! I don't want to do anything wrong, but I don't know what to do?"

Poor Carol. It was no wonder she couldn't make sense of it, because it didn't have any sense. It was literally a nonsense. What I was doing was mainly because I couldn't resist the sexual pleasure I was getting from her and had to think up some bullshit reasons to explain my actions. It'd also be good to ramp up Carol's excitement so she'd get the maximum enjoyment out of the culmination on Thursday, but it was my excitement that was most on my mind. Also my stupidity, as I stupidly hadn't asked Julia enough about what Julia was doing with Carol. I knew Julia was teasing Carol to find out how interested in me Carol was, and soon whether Carol was bisexual or not, but I didn't know what reason Julia was giving Carol, so I was having to guess my way through Carol's questions. It was no wonder Carol was getting frazzled. I didn't understand Julia's plan anywhere near well enough to be confident about not ruining it by telling Carol any of the truth, so the best I could do was try to ease Carol's worries. I said, "I know you don't, sweetie, and I apologize for that. Unfortunately that's part of the test so I can't really explain what's going on now. If I did Julia would see that you weren't confused anymore. I'm not supposed to tell you that part of the test is seeing how you handle not understanding what's going on. Please don't tell Julia I told you about that. I'm VERY eager for you to pass the tests so I'm helping you as much as I can, but I really shouldn't. It's just that I love you so much."

I paused to give her a squeeze. I could see the reassurance was helping, 90% of the help coming from my last sentence. Logically speaking, the most reassuring statement should have been "I'm helping you." I'd heard Julia tell her the same thing, so between both of us each secretly helping her, there was no chance at all of Carol failing our tests. I guess girls prefer "I love you"-type reassurances over the logical variety.

Carol brightened a little, replying with a heartfelt, "I love you too. I love you so much that it's too much for me sometimes."

"I know, sweetie. It's very nice that someone I love so much, loves me back like that. If I'd known you loved me that much, I would've started feeling your breasts ten years ago." The idiocy of that statement (and perhaps me) lightened the mood a little.

^-- "Because I am so special, it's very important to Julia and me that we test you. I'm sorry I can't tell you why now, but I promise that you will understand later. I'm also sorry that you find the testing hard, but unfortunately it has to be. There'd be no point in using tests that every girl could pass. The only things I can say that might help is that it won't last long, and you shouldn't worry about the big picture. You don't know nearly enough to work it out, so it's not worth worrying about.

^-- "My advice is that you should just concentrate on the present without worrying about the future. Right now you're doing a very good job of being cuddly. I'm enjoying having my arms around you, and you seemed to have completely gotten past wanting to rush away after a minute or two. I'm very happy that you're doing so well. I'd like to talk with you about the next little test. Can you forget about everything else that confuses you and just concentrate on the backrub?"

"Yes. I'll be okay, thanks. I'm very glad you love me."

"I'm even gladder that YOU love ME!" I poked my tongue out at her, to remind her of our back-and-forth fake argument game. I didn't want to play the full version of it now, just wanted to get a smile from her, which I did.