Chapter 71: Why Females Take So Long to Get Dressed

Monday, April 18, 2005 (Continued)

In my room I started commending Carol for her great motivational techniques.

I got about six words out before Carol rudely interrupted, with a rude demand, "Too much talking. Not enough fucking." She started stripping.

I got the hint, and started doing the same myself.

Carol said, "I've been horny too long. Last night having you in me was just a tease. All day today girls have been telling me how exciting you are. Not using those words, usually just asking about your availability and stuff like that, but I knew what they were thinking and I couldn't help thinking the same. At lunchtime you and Julia were so sexy with me, and then I had to watch all those little girls want you so much. I need you now. Do me quick and hard." Carol was lying on her back, with her legs open, so "Do me now" was implied too.

I was naked so I climbed on the bed and knee walked into position. I asked, "Do you want me to use a rubber or go without?"

"I don't care. Whatever you want."

"Actually I'd like you to choose. It's a big decision, and I think it's your decision. I'll do whatever you want."

"Wow. You'd really get me pregnant if I wanted you to?"

I'd already thought about this, as a result of last night's fun, so I knew the answer. "If you wanted, yes. It's early, and I'd rather have some money first, but if you really wanted me to then I would."

Carol said, "We're going to have SUCH a great life together! You're a fantastic guy, Mark."

"I think so too. About our life together I mean."

"Haha. Can't you agree that you're a fantastic guy? Let's vote on it when Julia arrives. Umm. Put a rubber on. I want to go all the way now, not like last night, and I have to admit I'm too young to be a good mother. I can't even cook your roast chicken dinner properly yet, {giggle}. I think I need to start taking housekeeping stuff more seriously because I want to be a mother soon. I'll talk with Mom and Vanessa about it. Later though. Now I want you."

I got the rubber out of my wallet. We didn't have a lot of time before Mom or Dad could come home, so this wasn't going to be one of my multiple-position, multiple-cum sessions. This was going to be one, single fuck. With both of us cumming at the end. Best make it a good one then. I started firmly, thrusting into her hard, banging my hips into her pelvis. But I didn't rush. I stimulated her as much as I could with my hands and TK. I couldn't use my lips on her easily, but I could talk, so I aroused her verbally too. Carol responds very well to dirty talk, something I would NEVER have believed a month ago as she'd always seemed so uninterested and proper. You never can tell about females as they're VERY unpredictable.

Anyway, long story short, I easily got her very aroused, and our sex became more and more physical. Building to an almost violent level, with the force of my thrusts slamming into her. In the last few seconds I was smashing into her with ever bit of force I had. I also TK'd a pillow on top of her face, and she made good use of it a few seconds later, screaming into it with all her might. I stopped my micro-go-softs and came with her. It felt GREAT! It'd been far too long.

We collapsed, and relaxed for a while. Cuddling felt great too.

After a while Carol chuckled, then said, "Have I convinced you that I'm not really a lesbian?"

"Haha. Sorry, no. I think you'll have to try again."

"{Groan}." I could tell Carol was joking. "Maybe tomorrow. My poor body needs time to recover. You are very good, you know? You gave me exactly what I needed."

"It was easy, I just did exactly what I wanted."

"I don't believe that for a second. If I'd asked you to make love to me slowly and tenderly, you would've done that and then said exactly the same thing afterward. And probably meant it both times too. You care so much I think you lose sight of what you want."

"I want to make you happy. I love you very much."

"{Sigh}, I know." Carol snuggled in tight, with her head on my chest. A few happy tears rolled onto me.

We spent several minutes like this, then Carol quietly said, "Donna's got no idea how good love can be."

Two thoughts crossed my mind (more than one thought at a time was a very common occurrence for me). I said them both, "Donna and I had a very nice spoon hug this morning: affectionate, quiet and sweet, so I think she's getting it. Not as deeply as you and me, but I can't imagine how anyone could. I had another thought too. What did I know about love when I was her age? I knew nothing at all. You didn't like me three years ago because I wasn't likable, let alone lovable. I think she'll do well, especially with your example and help."

"I've only just started finding out for myself how wonderful it feels, but you're right that she'll learn. There's so much love around her how could she not? Anyway, I think we need to get up and get showered. Air out your room too. It smells like some girl got very lucky, haha."

We got up and I was going to walk naked to the shower, but Carol stopped me, "Don't let Donna see you naked yet. I want that to be a big thing for her. We'll make a special occasion out of it."

"Good idea. I was thinking earlier that you were very clever in how you motivated Donna to do what we want. I was very impressed."

"Thank you, but it wasn't nearly that clever. Most of the ideas for what I said were her ideas in the first place. She's asked me several times what she has to do to get you to make love to her. I just added a bit about her not being whiny and beggy because she's never been patient. We've shared our room all our life, so I'm VERY aware of her lack of patience."

"Well, it still sounded very clever."

"Let me put it this way. She's been promising me several times a day that she'll do whatever we want in order to be able to sleep with you. I just told her that if she does what we want, she'll get to sleep with you. Do you really think I was clever?"

"Put like that, no, but I bet it was your original idea for her to sleep with us some nights, and to sit in a chair watching us while we make love?"

"You're half right. Sleeping with us some nights was her idea. She asked me about it shortly after she first heard about our swapping rooms. She made a big deal about how much she's going to miss me, and is going to be lonely in a room by herself, and can she please come and sleep in our big bed sometimes. I had fun teasing her that if she comes to sleep in the double bed, then you can sleep in her room to make space for her. That frustrated her plan entirely. It was funny listening to her insist that it would be okay if all three of us stayed in the one bed. She might be a little bit lonely for me, but it's you that she wants to sleep with."

I had no trouble imagining that conversation. Donna's directness makes her easy to read. When she tries to be sneaky it stands out like a sore thumb. Which makes her very easy to tease too, although her lack of patience means you have to make it a short tease because she can blow up.

Carol continued, "I'll take credit for the idea of her watching us from a chair. That was original and quite wicked. She's going to be getting-off to that image for a long time. When it happens it's going to drive her up the wall with frustration. Not being able to join in, I mean. It's going to make her scream, the poor girl. I'll feel sorry for her, while I'm putting on good show, haha."

We opened the window, had our showers, and were sitting innocently in the living room well before Mom got home.

I remembered a little question I wanted to ask Donna, "Sweetie, I just found out today how good some of the other runners in the race were. How could you expect me to win?"

"Lots of reasons. I've seen how good you are at everything when we goof off now. Not just awesome, but freaky awesome. I saw how well you ran in our morning runs, so I asked you if you could win and you said you could."

"You couldn't have been so sure I'd win just because I said so."

Donna and Carol laughed at me.

I asked, "What's so funny? I didn't even know who the other runners were until today, so I could've been wrong."

Carol answered, "You NEVER boast! You don't even boast about things you CAN do. If you said you could win the race, then you could win it."

Donna said, "Your not asking who the other runners were gave me more confidence. You're super-smart so I don't think you forgot there were other runners in the race, haha. They didn't matter, did they?"

"Umm. I wouldn't say that exactly. The last guy was hard to beat."

Donna disagreed, "{Raspberry}. The last guy was EASY to beat. You deliberately chose to beat him by just a little bit. You weren't winded when you crossed the line so you could've beaten him much better. My brother's a SUPERMAN!"

Carol whole-heartedly agreed, "I'll say! Our brother is an absolutely incredible Superman."

#3: <I regret we asked now. They're embarrassingly proud of us, aren't they?>

#2: <Not inaccurately though.>

#3: <Which just makes it even more embarrassing.>

Donna said, "I want to add something else. I've seen you get angry several times because of the 10k, and you almost NEVER get angry so you must've been REALLY pissed off! I figured out that you wouldn't have run it if I hadn't pushed you so much to win. You did it for me and not once have you complained about me pushing you, even though you should've. You're a wonderful, wonderful brother!"

Donna threw herself at me for a hug, then almost immediately burst into tears.

I reached into my pocket for a hanky. (Are you impressed? I remember to carry them now.)

Before I could get to her, Donna fled from the room, still crying.

I started following, but Carol said, "Stay here. There's nothing wrong, she just needs a few minutes. I'll go see her in a while. She's just not used to having so much love in her. Can't say I am yet either, but it gets easier."

#2: <I thought Donna was feeling guilty and I wanted to reassure her that it didn't matter. That the 10k crap will all be forgotten about in a couple of days anyway. I understand Donna loves me, but doesn't that just mean that her guilt is worse?>

#3: <That seems perfectly logical to me.>

#2: <Oh dear, that bad. What do you think is the explanation then?>

#3: <Don't ask me, I thought it was perfectly logical. In other words, I haven't got a clue what the real reason is.>

Carol said, "Don't worry. When girls fall in love we have to cry from time to time. It's good for us. She'll be fine, just make sure you carry plenty of hankies because I think Donna is starting to fall in love with you."

"Umm, isn't she already in love with me? I don't mean to sound arrogant..."

"{Raspberry}," from Carol, which I understood and thought best to ignore.

" ... but she's said she loves me many times."

"COMPLETELY different type of love. This one is BIG! It is for me and Julia, and I think Donna is just starting to appreciate how much bigger it might be for her too. She's changed quite a lot in the last few days."

#4: <You've got to admire the way females explain things.>

Carol could see I was lost, so she said, "It's probably easiest for you if I just say that her love of you is changing from sisterly love into romantic love."

"That I can understand! Thanks. That's much easier. I think I'm experiencing that transition toward her too, although mine is still mostly of the brotherly type. Sometimes I feel horny for her, or sometimes romantic, but most of the time I'm protective and brotherly. Probably still at least 90% brotherly. What stage do you think she's at now?"

"Are you sure you want me to answer that?"

#4: <Danger! Panic! Say "No"! Head for the hills. Duck for cover. Beam me up Scottie.>

#2: <Come on! You're overreacting. It can't be that bad.>

#4: <Are you kidding! She's telling us we're not ready for the answer.>

#2: <Donna's a 12-year old girl. How bad could it possibly be?>

#4: <She's a GIRL!>

#2: <I still don't see any danger. We've asked for a percentage so the answer must be between 0 and 100. She can't say -50 or +200 because they don't make sense. The only answers that have any meaning are from 0 to 100, and none of them are scary. Would we care if the answer was zero? Not really. What about 50? That's fine. Or 100? That's fine too. I'm not ready for Donna being totally romantic, but she's already agreed to wait as long as we tell her to. I can't see any danger at all.>

#4: <I admit that put that way your argument is perfectly logical. LOGICAL - get it! We dealing with a girl and another girl is warning us! Unlike you, I haven't tried to think about what the warning could mean. I'm happy just following her advice and running away. To me your reaction is the same as a guy hearing someone yell, "Don't look up!" who looks up to see what he should be scared of.>

#3: <Let me try something.>

#3 asked Carol, "I'm thinking about whether I want you to answer or not. Can I ask whether - if I did ask you to answer - whether your answer would be a percentage? A number?"

Carol said, "Of course not. That wouldn't explain anything. I'd have to..."

I interrupted. "Stop right there thanks. Let me think for a second."

#3: <Okay, her answer isn't going to be a number. Even though, as #2 correctly pointed out, we asked for a number. What do you want to do now?>

#4: <Do we NEED to know? Or are we just being curious?>

#2: <Good point. We certainly don't need to know. I don't really understand what we're really talking about anyway. Types of loves as they apply to Donna isn't something we're ever going to understand because it's too feminine. I can't see any urgent need to get involved. I can't see any danger either, but I'm happy to pass on it.>

So I said, "We're going to take your advice and pass on it. Don't bother answering the question."

"That'd be easier, thanks. Why did you say 'we'?"

"Huh?"

#3: <Oops. We said, "WE'RE going to take your advice...">

Carol explained what we'd just worked out, "You said 'We are going to take your advice'. Why the 'we'? You should have said, 'I'm going to take your advice.'"

#3: <Leave it to me.>

"The 'we' is the winners between the pros and cons. I try and think of all the pros and cons for each choice, then I imagine them like soldiers wrestling, trying to cancel each other out. The advantage is that sometimes a pro gets matched with a con I normally wouldn't associate together, and then I suddenly realize something interesting because of their collision. Like I might think of another pro or con that didn't occur to me before, or I might think of a whole different way of solving the problem. If I had paper and pencil I could just write down the list of pros and cons and join them all with lines and think about every pair, but just in my head I find it better to imagine them like soldiers. Because it's so visual it makes it easier and more fun for me. In my imagination, at the end, the winners yell out "We win!" I just let my imagination get a little carried away and said 'we'."

#4: <Pretty good. Bizarre, but safe.>

Carol said, "What a load of codswallop! If you don't want to tell me, just say 'you don't want to tell me.' Sheesh!"

"Umm. Okay. I don't want to tell you."

"Wasn't that much easier? I'd better go check on Donna now. I shouldn't be long." Carol walked away, shaking her head in bemusement.

#4: <That didn't exactly go to plan, did it?>

#3: <Not quite. Let's try harder not to say "we", if we can.>

#4: <I can't help wondering what Carol thinks the 'we' means? She obviously knows it means something because we got bizarre about it.>

#2: <Her point was that she is loyal. I imagine that she's deliberately NOT thinking about it because she knows we don't want her to know. That's how loyal Carol is. But we do need to try to be more careful, especially when we are talking to anyone other than a wife! That could cause trouble.>

I heard a car come up our driveway, so I went out to see who it was: Vanessa. She was delivering Julia and a couple of suitcases full of Carol's new clothes for me to carry to the girls' room.

I answered, "I'll just leave them outside in the hallway. Donna is having a little cry and Carol has gone in to check on her. Carol suggested I leave it to her."

Vanessa said, "I'm glad things are going so well between the three of you. I'm going to enjoy watching you with all your girlfriends in the new house. I have some news about that, by the way, so let's go inside and talk about it."

#2: <I thought that when we said Donna was crying and Carol had asked us to stay away, that Vanessa would have been upset with us. Or at the least concerned. But she said "things are going so well." That's the opposite of what she should have said.>

#4: <Vanessa has been here ten seconds and hasn't seen either girl. We've been here for hours. Who do you think understands what happened the best?>

#3: <The scary thing is that you're probably right.>

Once we were in the house Julia told me, "I already know what Mom's going to say, so if you drop the bags in the hall, I'll take them in and praise Donna."

"Sure, but, um, praise Donna for what?"

"For maturing so well. I'm looking forward to getting to know her if she's so devoted to you already."

#2: <First Vanessa, and now Julia. How do they keep doing that? I'd almost swear that Carol called them on her cell and explained before they arrived.>

#3: <I'm going to ask Vanessa. It's as if they've got ESP, or something. There's been absolutely no information given to them, and they both KNOW what's going on. They even act with complete confidence, just to rub it in worse.>

I offered Vanessa a coffee. I was kind of hoping to get a chance to grab a snack, but she turned me down.

Vanessa said, "I had a good chat with a couple of people in the drama department about makeup to age you. It's very easy and I have what we need here. I want to make you up, photograph you, then pass the photo on to Robert to get your ID done. Is that okay with you?"

I wasn't sure about the makeup part, but getting the ID quick meant sleeping with all my girls sooner rather than later, and that was GREAT motivation. "Absolutely!"

Vanessa said, "There are only three steps to it and they're very simple. I'll explain them so you can do them yourself after this. You should wash first and I see you just have, so that's good."

#4: <How does she know we washed recently? I'm sure we're completely dry by now.>

#2: <Who knows. She's a mother and they have X-ray vision, or something.>

Vanessa pulled a perfume bottle out of her purse. "This is a perfume bottle, but I've emptied out the perfume and replaced it with a type of alcohol. I spritz your face then alcohol evaporates, drying out and tightening your skin. The tightening creates very small wrinkles. The more you put on, the drier, rougher and more wrinkled you'll look, up to the limit of what this liquid can achieve, which isn't much. It'll add a few years, but that's all. It won't make you look like a wrinkled old grandfather, even if you soaked your head in a bucket of it. It wouldn't even make you look thirty, but it can add a few years. You already look to be in your late teens, so we don't need much of a change."

Vanessa spritzed all over my face, even the back of my neck. She also did the back of one hand. I could feel the cold of it evaporating very quickly.

"They never said anything about hands, but I figure that it should work in both places. Where you're going they'll be looking at your hands a lot, so I just did one so we can compare to see if they look different. I also did the back of your neck because you'll be hunched over a table, and people could be looking at you from behind. That should be long enough, let's look at your hands."

I held them up side by side, and the sprayed one did look noticeably drier and more wrinkled. Older, presumably, although I can't say I've noticed what the back of hands look like. Vanessa was pleased, so I was too, especially with it being such an easy process.

"Your skin slowly regains its moisture naturally so you'll need to spray yourself every couple of hours, although how often depends on your skin type and the environment you're in at the time. If you're going to be 'working' for more than about an hour I suggest you take the bottle with you and go to the bathroom every hour or so. Just make sure you allow enough time for it to dry completely before you leave the stall. A minute will be ample."

^-- Vanessa replaced the lid, and placed the bottle on the living room table. "The next item is a couple of small glue-on sideburns. Small ones, just to make the point that you can grow hair in a mature manner. Let me just hold them up against you. Yes, they match your hair color well enough. This is the glue, and I'll show you how to put them on. Normally you'd use more glue than this, but I only need a couple of drops to hold them on long enough for the photo."

^-- Vanessa attached them. "When you're at 'work', don't try to scratch or do anything else that might pull one off. The last item is makeup that makes a man look like he hasn't shaved for a few hours. 'Six o'clock shadow' is a phrase you might've heard. In this case it's about an 11am shadow. Just enough to give a viewer the impression that you're a man who shaved a few hours ago. I have two versions with slightly different colors so we can match it to your skin. I'll do a different one on each side, and then replace the one that doesn't look as good."

Vanessa applied them, showing me what areas to apply it on. At the end she looked at me carefully, declared one the reject and put that in her bag. She wiped the rejected side of my face, and applied the better coloring to it. When she was finished, which took less than a minute, she got out a mirror and showed me how I looked. Which was twenty five, I thought. A lot older than I was used to, that was for sure. The whiskers-appearing makeup particularly weirded me out.

Vanessa said, "The drama people said that because you're slim and your face is angular, you look considerably older than fifteen already. There's no sign of the baby fat that many 15-year olds still have remnants of. To my eyes you look 21. What do you think?"

I said, "I'm impressed. I think I look even older, maybe twenty five? I've never seen myself with a whisker shadow like this and it looks weird. Weird and older, of course. It looks perfect for our purposes."

"I agree. Let's take some photos."

"Good idea, before the girls come out."

"They won't. Julia will keep them busy. But let's get them done. Stand in front of that wall with you head in front of that clear space."

Vanessa took several shots, and pronounced herself satisfied with them.

She showed me how to remove everything, including how to use the solvent for the sideburns, then sent me to wash my face. I looked in the bathroom mirror carefully, and my face still looked a little strange because of the alcohol spritzing, as did the back of one hand.

Back in the living room Vanessa had all my makeup equipment laid out, and told me to store it in my room somewhere.

I did so and on my return she said, "We're going to get your new ID to match who you really are, same name, birth month and day, just six years earlier, making it November 9, 1983." I hadn't known that Vanessa knew my birthday, but she was a Williams so it was hardly surprising that she had it down pat.

^-- "If anyone asks you anything about your life, just tell them as much truth as you can, except you have to pad out the extra six years. I suggest a normal high-school education, leaving at eighteen, then three years of Math at OSU. Prof will take you to OSU before your big trip so you'll have some idea, although no one should ask for that level of detail. I think he just wants to take you anyway.

^-- "Julia can still be your girlfriend, five years younger than you - you cradle robber, haha. Prof is your girlfriend's father and a Professor at your college. You shouldn't have any trouble. Robert's been assured that the ID will pass any sort of visual inspection. Just don't give it to a policeman. That would be very bad! When I go home shortly I'm going to give Robert the photos and he'll deliver them to his contact tonight. We're told it'll take a few days. Prof wants you to come over one evening soon to plan your first test run to one of the nearby Indian casinos. Any questions or comments?"

"Only, 'Wow.' I was thinking about calling Prof to see if we could hurry this along because I want to get into our new house asap, but you've taken the wind right out of my sails. I never thought we'd be going this fast. This is excellent. Even the disguise, if we can call it that, works really well. I'm very eager now."

"Then my work here is done! You can go get the girls now if you like."

"Umm, shouldn't you do it. Carol wanted me to stay out."

"No. It'd be a good time for you to go now. I'll wait here."

#2: <This time I know for a fact that she hasn't received a cellphone call. How can she possibly know that we should go in now. I want to ask.>

#3: <Me too.>

"I've been trying to work out how you and Julia knew what was happening in the girls' room. When you arrived and I told you Donna had been crying, you said you were glad things were going so well. I thought what I said should have created a bad impression, but you were happy. Then Julia said she'd praise Donna for maturing and being devoted to me, and just now you said it'd be a good time for me to go in. NONE of that makes any sense to me. How can the two of you possibly make accurate statements so confidently when you haven't received any information at all? It's freaky. My only guess is that all females secretly have ESP or telepathy or something!"

"Haha. I'm afraid your guess isn't very good. The explanation is that we had PLENTY of information, nearly all of it from you. If you'd done something stupid or accidentally cruel, you would've had a total hangdog expression. You'd have been apologizing to us for upsetting Donna, even though we weren't here at the time. That's what you're like. You weren't apologizing, so it wasn't your fault.

^-- "Maybe Carol had upset Donna? That didn't seem likely because you said Carol was just checking on Donna. 'Checking', not 'apologizing'.

^-- "The only other bad possibility is that something happened outside the house, but you probably would've made some reference to it, like, "Donna's running coach died", or whatever the news was.

^-- "So nothing bad seems to have happened, which means Donna was crying over something good. Obviously involving you as Carol suggested that you stay out of the room for a while. The most likely good thing that could happen between you and Donna, that would lead to her crying, is that she's happy about falling in love with you. That's why I said I was glad things were going well, and why Julia was going to praise Donna for her developing enough maturity that love can cause her to cry. Young girls don't cry for that reason. So you see that it was quite simple."

"I don't know what to say. Your logic is brilliant and perfectly accurate, but I can't believe that you worked all that out within one second of my first sentence finishing. It's particularly galling because your logic is flawless, darn it. I'm stunned and impressed by both you and Julia. You were both totally accurate, and totally confident about it, which makes it even more impressive. I feel like an inadequate fool now. I'll NEVER get as good with people as you two are. I thought I was pretty good, but I'm nowhere near your league."

Vanessa said, "So I guess I shouldn't tell you that Julia and I knew this was going to happen about now, and we were waiting for it."

"Huh? What was going to happen, Donna crying you mean?"

"Donna falling in romantic love with you. The tears follow from that."

"You knew Donna was going to fall in love with me?"

"Yes. In the next day or two probably, depending on how much time you could spend with her."

"Now I'm confused again. How can you know when someone's going to fall in love? I thought love is one of life's great mysteries?"

"Ordinarily yes, but not in the case of Donna's feelings for you. Donna was already as totally in love with you as it's possible for a sister to be without it being romantic. She thought you were the best boy alive and she was overjoyed to have you as her brother. So as soon as you started doing anything sexual with her, her hormones were going to explode. She's just hit puberty and her body's awash in hormones she's got no experience with. With her love of you, some sex play with you, and the state of her body, she was on a very short fuse. Her already existing love of you would turn into romantic love almost as soon as your first kiss was over. Julia told me you were starting to get romantic with her, so it was only a matter of hours. When we arrived and Donna had been crying, Julia and I instantly knew exactly what had happened."