Chapter 40: I Run Faster and Put My Foot in My Mouth

Monday, April 11, 2005 (Continued)

Julia had a very busy afternoon dealing with the many people who were dismayed or panicked over whichever of her club or committee resignations was relevant to them. She also had to do a lot of talking to hand over what she'd been doing in each case. It was all very boring stuff compared with what she was doing for me!

The afternoon had its good points though, such as when I met Julia outside one classroom and we went in together. We were earlier than most of the other students, so after dropping our bags by our desks I turned to talk with her. She leaned forward over my desk and her dress fell forward again, giving me a clear view of her belly button and other anatomically significant features.

#2: <The slut!>

I TK-tweaked one of her nipples to teach her a lesson. She just made a quiet, appreciative, "Mmmmm'ing" sound, the slut!

After giving me a few more seconds to appreciate her charms, she started doing up her bow. I TK'd a soft stroke along her cheek and whispered, "I love you." One of us should maintain the moral high ground, and I'm happy to say that it didn't look like it was going to be the slut.

I was waiting for the car, when Carol happily ran up to me and grabbed my arm in the Julia-inspired fashion, which I have to admit did feel better when Carol did it. Carol announced, "I had the best day, thank you so much!"

After a quick look around, "You're welcome, Sweet Pussy."

Carol acquired a small blush, but only a small one. I obviously reminded her of something because she replied, "Isn't it wonderful that Julia likes me like that? Oh, I just thought, you don't mind do you? That your girlfriend likes me that way."

I gave that question all the mature thought it required, "Sweetie - and when I call you that in the future you'll know exactly what part of you I'm calling 'Sweet' - I think it's FANTASTIC!"

"Good. You've certainly got a one-track mind for my juice."

"And for the rest of you too. I'm surprised you said it was wonderful that Julia liked you that way? That's the first time I've heard you be so positive about it?" Carol had gotten a worried expression on her face from early on in my comment. I figured it was about the bisexuality thing, so I completed my question and listened to her answer carefully.

[Carol had spent the afternoon thinking about how good the three of us could be together, but she still thought that I didn't want her sexually. My comment's first sentence about my having a one-track mind for her body conflicted with my never getting hard with her, so she was quite confused. She was also too scared to ask about it. She thought that I was only saying and doing such things to give her pleasure because I cared for her personally, but not bodily. She knew I could do some special things, like run a world record marathon, but she never guessed about my wonderful cock-softening ability. (She explained her current confusion to Julia and me later. I'm giving you the explanation now to make her behavior easier to understand.)]

Carol answered, "I've been thinking about it. I think it'd be good. Every day I want more and more to be your and Julia's serving girl. I can't believe how much I want it. Thinking about it makes me feel things I've never felt before. Lunch was incredible. I missed my class after lunch because I spent all the time in the bathroom playing with myself. I couldn't stop. I kept tasting myself too. I've never done that so much before, but you and Julia keep telling me how delicious I am. It was the best lunch I've ever had..."

I'm sure she could have gone on for hours, but I'd gotten her drift by now and it wasn't the sort of conversation it'd be safe to get carried away with at school. So I interrupted her with, "I love seeing you so happy, sweetie. That's one reason why I'm very happy that Julia and you like each other that way." (I'm sure you can think of some of my other reasons for yourself.)

^-- "While I think of it, let's not say 'that way' because it sounds immature. You and Julia like each other sexually. I love seeing you both so happy." This was me trying to act mature. It wasn't a concept I was very familiar with so I was struggling to find good tricks to use.

"I AM so happy. Everything's wonderful. You're wonderful, Julia's wonderful. I can't believe how good my life is becoming!"

It ain't too bad being in my shoes either! And Julia has been expressing a considerable amount of happiness too. So I said, "I think Julia and I are just as happy, if not more so. As you said, 'everything's wonderful', for all three of us."

"You know, you and Julia are the first people that have thought I was sexy. I mean not just my body being sexy, but all of me. For years lots of boys have chased after me, but they've just been stupid boys. Trying to trick me by pretending to be nice, or 'accidentally' bumping into me to get feels, or lots of other immature stuff. They were only thinking about my body. You and Julia are so different. You're so mature and confident in how you tell me what you want me to do, and you're so understanding of me as a person. I love it that you want to spend time with me because of me. It melts me inside. I can't help it, and don't want to. I love you two so much."

#4: <Part of that makes me think she really likes being commanded. I get the feeling it's lucky that Julia discovered that first.>

#1: <Yeah. Carol might have been vulnerable to any guy who acted confident and gave her commands.>

#2: <Thank God she's in the 8th grade now. Next year she'll be a freshman, and be fresh-meat to any swaggering jock.>

#4: <Next year's not that far away either. We did good catching her just in time.>

"I just thought of something I should've mentioned before. Part of being our serving girl, even right now while we're testing you, is that you're not allowed to have any boyfriends. Or sexual girlfriends, come to that. Ordinary girlfriends are okay, of course, but no romantic or sexual relationships with anyone else, okay?"

Carol responded immediately, "That's easy, there's no one else who interests me, boy or girl. I didn't even know I wanted any girl like that until Julia."

The car pulled up and Donna came running from the other direction. I opened the door for Carol as usual, and by the time I was in the car, so was Donna.

I was looking forward to thanking Donna for the Aikido and running faster thing, so I asked her if she wanted to goof around at something. Donna thought that sounded like fun, so we went straight outside again after dropping off our school gear.

I started off by telling her, "Donna, remember how this morning you said I was running better?"

"Sure. You float along the ground." Unfortunately that wasn't literally true - I run by placing foot after foot on the ground just like everyone else does - but I understood she meant that I was even more graceful than before.

"Well, I did some timing tests at PE today, and you were right, I am running better. A few percent better. It doesn't sound like much, but it'll reduce my 10k time by a minute. The best part is that I know why I am faster, and it's because of what I learned in Aikido. I know I keep thanking you for finding Aikido for me, but I keep discovering that Aikido is more and more useful to me. Who would've thought that I could learn to run faster from it? So - once again - thank you for being so observant, smart, and especially for caring enough to tell me about it. You are a wonderful sister."

To be perfectly honest, which wasn't something that should stand in the way of a well-deserved compliment, Donna had noticed that the aikidoka on the video moved gracefully. She had already noticed that I moved gracefully, so she drew the similarity to my attention. At that time my gracefulness was caused by my four minds giving me superb subconscious control of my body (sense of balance, reaction time, muscular control, proprioception sense, etc.), which was almost certainly not why the aikidoka in the video were graceful. Judging from Sensei's abilities and comments, and the two books I'd read, it didn't appear that top level aikidoka had multiple minds. So Donna got the cause of the gracefulness coincidence wrong. Now that I'd gained extra gracefulness by discovering whatever "moving in harmony with the Universe" was, Donna was correct, but too late to make my praise of her totally accurate, which didn't concern me at all.

Donna, being Donna, said, "Good," handed me the ball, and said, "You start."

I probably could've gotten a more verbose response out of her, but she'd rather play. I could see she was very happy though, which was all I wanted.

I had to add, "Okay, I'll start. But don't think I'm going to take it easy on you just because you're a wonderful sister."

We have a variety of handicaps on me to give her a chance when we play goof off games. For basketball I have to hold the back waistband of my pants with one hand all game (or have one arm unusable in a sling), so my "go easy on her" comment wasn't as silly as it seemed. With my handicaps, we have close games.

After playing for a while, we needed a little rest, so we went inside for a drink. Donna asked me, "You'll win the 10k even easier now won't you?"

"Yes, that's right. I worked out that I can finish it about one minute faster than I could before my Aikido lesson..."

I was about to carry on to explain that one minute didn't sound like much but was actually very significant, etc., when Donna jumped in with, "Wow! That's great." I should've realized that Donna knew all about the importance of running times as she'd been in an athletic club for several years (d'oh!).

Donna went on to say, "Good. I'm going to do something nice for you. Does that mean that after you go to Aikido this Thursday you'll be able to run even faster?"

"No, the improvement was a oncer. Um, that's a silly word I use to mean it just happens one time. I won't get any faster from now on, but I'm fast enough already, I think."

"I think so too. If Carol joins us on Wednesday morning, let's get her to measure 10k with her bike's speedo' and see how fast you can run it, okay?"

"Sure, if you want me..."

"I do. I'm REALLY want to see how fast you can do it."

"We'll do that then. Carol can measure how far our usual loop is, and I'll just run it the number of times needed. I'll make sure I'm wearing my watch to time it. Also, what do you mean about doing something nice for me? You don't need to do anything for me, I already owe you big time for finding Aikido for me and for being VERY discreet about Carol and me."

Her answer was a less than enlightening, "Don't be silly!" She put down her glass and went outside. I guessed the conversation was over, so I followed her.

Donna and I had a good time playing, and were still doing so when Mom got home. Shortly after that Mom called out that dinner would be in half an hour or so, and we should come in to shower. Donna had been beating me for most of the time, but I had recently pulled ahead because she'd gotten tired, which isn't a problem that affects me much. Donna was happy to call a stop, so we went inside.

I helped Mom in the kitchen until Donna had finished her shower, then had one myself. By the time I was dressed in fresh clothes it was dinnertime.

I arrived to hear Donna telling Mom, " ... not feeling well. She asked me to bring her a small plate of food. Is that okay?"

Mom said, "I'll take her one." Mom made up a plate and took it to Carol. The rest of us finished dishing up all the other plates, and took our food to the table.

Mom returned without the plate and said, "Carol's upset about something but wouldn't tell me what. She just needs some time, I think."

#3: <Should we go check on her? I'm worried that if Carol won't talk with Mom, then her talking to us might make Mom suspicious.>

#1: <Agreed, especially because Mom knows we're not likely to walk away from a full plate of food. Let's not take any unnecessary risks that might ruin Thursday evening.>

We had our dinner. I couldn't help thinking it was such a pity. Carol had had such a wonderful lunchtime, and had been fill of happiness. Probably her lack of sleep for the last few nights had caught up with her.

I was assigned to the kitchen to help with the dishes, after which I was tempted to check on Carol. Donna beat me to the room and I figured it might be hard for Carol to talk in front of Donna, so I diverted to my room and did some schoolwork.

About 7 o'clock there was a knock on my door and Carol came in, closing the door behind her. She looked liked she'd been doing a lot of crying, which instantly made me feel bad for not making more effort to see her. I waited for her to walk to me, but she just stood by the door, tried to put on a brave face, and said, "I agree to all your rules. I love you and Julia very much, and want to spend the rest of my life serving you." Before I could say anything, her face started collapsing into tears again.

She turned to open the door, so I called out, "Carol, stop, we need to talk."

She answered, "I'll come back at 10:30 because you said you have to see me naked every night. I can talk then." The tears started rolling down her face, and she fled my room.

#4: <I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to see her naked. Not when she's so upset.>

#3: <Coming from our resident pervert, that means a lot. I totally agree with you though. We need to find out what's upsetting her.>

#4: <We wait until she comes? That way we can talk in privacy for as long as we want. I've a feeling it might take a while and involve quite a lot of crying.>

#1, #3: <Agreed.>

I spent some time trying to work out what could have upset Carol so much, but nothing made much sense and I eventually got back to my schoolwork. Then I spent some time thinking about what I'd learned about my abilities today. I gained no new insights, but I spent some time thinking about what I did know in case that led to a good idea. It didn't, so I killed the remaining time reading OSU material.

Julia called my cellphone mid-evening. I told her that Carol was upset about something and was crying, but she was coming to my room later tonight so I'd find out what the problem was then. Julia had been out for a driving lesson with Robert, and told me she was doing well. Also, her Mom had our wedding preparations well in hand. I ended by thanking her very much for the surprise looks at her belly button.

"You enjoyed seeing my belly button, did you?"

"Oh yes! You have a very sexy belly button. You need to stay bent over for longer though, as sometimes my view of your button was obscured by some other things that hung down in the way. Can't remember what they're called, "broobies" and "nibbles" maybe. Something like that anyway. They robbed me of valuable belly button watching time, so I demand that time be made up."

"Haha. So you 'demand' more time do you? I'll see what I can arrange. Can't have you feeling deprived. Depraved is good, but not deprived. Haha."

"Good, I'd appreciate that very much, thank you."

On that silly note, we finished the call.

^

Carol came in at 10:30, on the dot as expected. She was wearing a T-shirt that stopped well above her pussy. She gave me a slow spin and I got to admire her ass all over again. I was stunned by her brazen sexuality. Not that I'd had any doubts, but if I'd had, this display would've removed them all. She was mine, and was making no bones about it; just a boner, if I wasn't careful.

"Wow, Carol. Just wow!" I looked at her some more. She was a glorious sight, that's for sure! The T-shirt was even tighter across the chest than last night's, so it was instantly obvious that she was bra-less, even though her nipples weren't erect.

I finally recovered from the shock enough to look at her face properly (I'd been distracted). I could see that she was determined, and smiling, but it seemed a shallow smile. Not brittle, not on the verge of tears, but there was sadness underneath it.

After her spin, she stood facing me for a few seconds, to give me a good look, then she walked toward me and started pulling her T-shirt off.

I quickly said, "Leave it on for a while Carol, just come and sit on my lap." I patted my lap, which quickly brought to my attention the need for a go-soft. I held it down between my legs with TK to give it time to soften while Carol climbed on my lap.

She snuggled in, and I put my arms around her. I held her for a while, and rubbed my hand up and down her back gently. She seemed content, but not much more than that, and certainly not the very happy girl she'd been at lunch or when we were waiting for the car.

When I thought we were both well settled, I said, "Carol, darling, your happiness is one of the most important things in my life. Please explain to me why you were so unhappy since we got home?"

"I'm okay now, Mark. You don't have to worry about me."

#3: <When was the last time she called us "Mark"?>

#4: <And her nipples are soft? She's not aroused at all. Last night she was pebble hard all the time.>

#3: <Crude but accurate. She obviously isn't happy.>

"Sweetie..."

#3: <That didn't even put the ghost of a smile on her face.>

" ... I can see that you're not happy. I know you too well for me to believe you're okay. I AM worrying about you, even though you told me not to, so you have to explain, please."

"It's just that you gave me a hard choice, and it was difficult to make. I'm sorry I hesitated, I don't want you to think I don't love you and Julia enough. I really do you know. That's why I've agreed to everything you said."

#4: <Not that I had any doubt that Carol was a female, but if I had, that explanation would've confirmed it. It was USELESS! I didn't understand a single part of it. I understood all the words, they just didn't have any meaning. How do they do that?>

I did what I usually do in such circumstances, asked to have the explanation explained to me. "Carol, I'm sorry, but I'm just a silly guy. Even Donna called me silly this evening, so it's unanimous. I didn't understand your explanation. Can you please explain it another way?"

She smiled at me, and said, "You're not silly, you're a genius..."

"Not when it comes to females I'm not. Then I'm a moron."

Carol tried again. "You said that to be with you and Julia - to be your serving girl - I can't have a boyfriend. I'm sorry how long it took me, but I agree to give up having a boyfriend in order to be with you and Julia. Giving up a sexual girlfriend other than Julia too, although that doesn't worry me."

#2: <I think we're a little bit closer, but I still don't know what the problem is. She doesn't even have a boyfriend, does she? Even Julia said that my idea there was another guy who rejected her was wrong. So what's the problem?>

"Why was it so hard for you to give up boyfriends, Carol? You don't have one, do you?"

Carol unhesitatingly answered, "Of course not. I was thinking about the future. One day I wanted to get married and have a family, but you're right that I can't do that and serve you and Julia. I was stupid in not thinking about that before. You were right that I have to make a choice, and I've chosen you and Julia. I want to spend my life with you two. I'm sorry I didn't realize that sooner, but I'm okay now, I've made my choice. If you still want me, I mean? I didn't hesitate too long did I?"

#3: <Christ on a biscuit! We didn't mean to cause her so much upset. The "serving girl" tease has gotten WAY out of control if she thinks she just threw away ever having marriage and motherhood. We HAVE TO fix this, but how?>

#2: <Let's hold back on revealing our marriage on Thursday if we can, even more so about our possibly having babies one day. If we can, let's cheer her up by telling the truth about the "no boyfriend" rule, that it was only to protect her from jocks, it had nothing to do with her future ability to serve us. Okay?>

#3, #4: <Agreed.>

"Carol, my love. You know how Donna called me silly? Well she was wrong. I'm not silly; I'm far, far stupider than that. Let me tell you how stupid I am. The 'No Boyfriend' rule was something I made up while we were waiting for the car. I'd never thought of it before, but then I suddenly realized how beautiful and wonderful you are, and I worried about some high-school guy strutting up to you and asking you for a date. I was worried you'd agree to date a jock, or some other confident-seeming guy, and Julia and I would lose you.

^-- "I was just being short-sighted and selfish. I didn't even think about the future beyond the next few weeks. I feel really horrible for how bad I have made you feel. It was never my intention to force you into a choice like that. You have my promise that I will never, ever stop you marrying a man you love, or from being a mother. I love you too much to take something so wonderful from you. I am very, very sorry. Please forgive me?"

Carol visibly perked up. She was smiling honestly again, but still puzzled, "But how can I get married and be a mother, and still serve you and Julia properly? I'd love to serve you and Julia for the rest of my life. Really, I would!"

"I know you would. I know that the idea of serving us brings you a great deal of happiness. And it makes us very happy too. All I can say is I won't restrict you in any way about marriage and motherhood. It should be, and it will be, your choice. If you want to stay with us, you can. If you want to get married, you can. If that happens we'll be very happy for you, and I'm sure we will spend the rest of our lives being your very, very close friends. Both of us want you to be happy. We NEED you to be happy, and we'll do everything we can to help make that happen."

"I don't have to choose?"

"Definitely not. You can do whatever you want. I apologize very, very much for making you think you had to choose. I was stupid and selfish. When we were waiting for the car I just had a sudden image of a high-school jock telling you to go on a date with him. I know you like following commands, and I feared you'd follow his."