Chapter 82: Lunch with the First Fourteen

Wednesday, April 20, 2005 (Continued)

Julia and I headed back toward the girls who were waiting for the honor of having lunch with me. They'd sat in the same classrooms with me almost an entire school year and I'd not noticed any of them feeling particularly honored. I should have made myself honorable by making girls cry years ago.

Julia had already told me who she'd gracefully permitted to have lunch in my august presence, and I'd seen most of them during the morning. Seeing them all together now reinforced my impression that they were all unusually well dressed. I found it inexplicably strange that so many girls could dress up nicely just to impress me, as Julia insisted they were trying to do. It was a mystery that had no solution, so I distracted myself with some internal joking over the difficulty they must've had selecting their clothes this morning. How do you dress when you are ostensibly meeting a young lesbian girl, but in reality (apparently) you very much want her 15-year old brother to notice you? 15-year old boys generally notice only two things (left tits and right tits), but the whole meeting is in front of the boy's girlfriend, so unsubtle tit displays would not be a good idea. To make matters worse, you've got a dozen competitors and you've got no idea what they'll be wearing. I wouldn't be surprised if their phones had been running hot trying to find out what the others would be wearing, assuming they could trust each other to tell the truth. Imagine the politics of that!

Such an interesting dynamic had resulted in a variety of approaches. No one was wearing the fairly standard school uniform of jeans and some sort of top. All these clothes were considerably classier and - in classy ways - sexier than was normal for school.

None of them had gone for 'trashy' or 'slutty'. I guess that might've been too much of a declaration of war against all the other girls, or maybe I've got no idea what I'm talking about. Given that I'm talking about how girls think about their clothes, I know which of the previous possibilities is most likely. There were several noticeably short skirts, and several tops that were showing a pleasing amount of skin and breast, by school's standards. I was sure that a few top buttons had popped open sometime during the walk out here. A couple of girls had gone for tight, a couple for semi-transparent. It was enough to make the sole boy here very happy. Very puzzled about why these girls were trying to impress me, but happy that they were (which is probably an unnecessary statement, given my previous one about the girls "showing a pleasing amount of skin and breast").

As a small aside: There were fourteen girls here, excluding Julia. Fourteen "visitors", if you prefer. Eleven were from the class I'd given my first speech in. The other three were from other classes that Julia and I shared. I didn't know how the 'ringers' came to be here. Maybe they had some influence over Julia, or Julia over them, or some other mysterious feminine reason. Julia wasn't saying anything and I hadn't bothered asking. That all three were especially good looking might have been a factor in their being invited. It was certainly a factor in my not questioning their presence.

The eleven non-ringers represented about half the girls from one class, so they weren't all A-list knockouts. That didn't worry me at all as they were all nice, friendly, 16-year old (more or less) girls, who had each made a special effort to look as attractive as they could for me. For me to write "I was happy" would be a considerable understatement, along with "I was puzzled". I was assuming that Julia understood girls better than I did.

As I approached the group an idea for a tease occurred to me. When I got close enough I said, "Wow ladies. Look at how beautiful you all are today. And please excuse me if I offend anyone, but how SEXY you all are too." No one complained that I had offended them. They were too busy smiling at the "offense".

I started briefly commenting on each of the girls individually, being deliberately but not excessively effusive. One at a time, from left to right, calling them by name and complimenting them on some sexy aspect of their dress. I always picked a sexy aspect, all the girls got roughly equal time, and I made sure that it seemed as fair and equal as possible. I never, for example, said anything similar to, "I liked A's dress more then B's". By the time I'd complimented the fourteenth sexy outfit, they'd each had my undivided attention for a few seconds and all of them were visibly happy, and I'll take a wild guess and venture that they were also honored.

^-- After complimenting the last girl's outfit, I carried straight on with, "I don't think I have ever been in a group of girls who have gone to such an effort to look as beautiful and sexy as this group has. Each of you is a sight for sore eyes and truly a pleasure to behold. Carol will be so happy that there are so many lesbians in our class who've dressed so sexily to meet her. I know boys aren't your inclination, which makes me sad. I'm sorry if I offended any of you by seeming to call you straight. I'd never do that because I do respect your choice of lifestyle as much as I respect my sister's. Certainly I will NEVER do anything as coarse as hitting on any you. I'll just sit over there," indicating a spot a few yards away, "to eat my lunch, so my maleness doesn't intrude on your gathering."

The protests started about halfway through my drawn-out punchline, but they'd been weak denials because how loudly and emphatically could the girls be about their really being attracted to me when my girlfriend was standing right beside me? They did their best, but they stumbled over each other and were weak enough that I was able to finish my tease by raising my voice and dominating their spluttered protests. As soon as I finished and started turning my back to them - as if to go sit were I had indicated - the girls' protests started in earnest. They called: "Don't go", "I'm not a lesbian", "We like YOU too", etc.

So I turned back and held up my hand, calling, "Girls, girls," until the volume of their protests dropped away enough for me to say, "There's no need for so much protesting and pretending. Relax, you're all COMPLETELY safe with me."

Anything further that I might have said was swamped by the girls' even louder protests. They'd all leaped to their feet by now, and were looking as if they might physically stop me from walking away to my lunch spot.

Julia had been holding my arm during my tease, and at this point she ruined it by bursting out in loud laughter, which I enjoyed joining in with. She had the pleasure of telling the girls, "You were all SO suckered! Haha. Of course Mark didn't think you're all lesbians. Never mind the improbability of more than half the girls in class being lesbians, just look at you. You're dressed to impress a BOY, you're hanging on every word Mark says, your eyes follow him wherever he moves. It doesn't take a genius to work out that you've all got the hots for him, and he IS a genius. It was so funny watching you all try to tell him that you really do like him while I was standing right beside him. I almost felt sorry for you, but it was too funny, haha."

Some of the girls naturally rushed to reassure Julia, "We would never dream of thinking of your boyfriend that way. That's not..."

Julia cut them off with an accusatory, "You better not be trying to tell me that my boyfriend isn't wonderful and sexy?"

"Umm," and a significant pause while they thought about how to escape that.

Julia laughed again. "Haha. You're too easy to tease. I don't mind that other girls want Mark. I'm PROUD of him for it. You're all rank amateurs compared to some of the other girls that have hit on him. Some of them have put naked photos of themselves and their phone numbers in his locker. Here comes Carol now. Remember that she's nervous about meeting so many high-school girls, so please make her feel comfortable."

Carol was still some distance away. Julia pulled on my arm, saying, "Let's go meet her halfway." Julia seemed to assume that my arm was going with her, so the rest of me thought it might as well accompany her too.

As soon as we were far enough away from the other girls, Julia said, "This is so much fun. I bet they're all blown away by that naked photos comment I left them with. I wonder how many of them are desperate enough to try it themselves, haha." I wasn't so much interested in how many would do that, but what the photos of the ones that did would look like. That was much more interesting to think about.

We reached Carol. Julia and Carol unhesitatingly entered a hug and serious kiss, which once again gave me a delightful surprise. I just didn't expect that sort of behavior at school. I gave Carol a quick kiss on the cheek, which was sad.

Julia told Carol, "They're so eager to please Mark that they'll fall all over themselves to be nice to you. I'll introduce you and then carry on talking about something else we've already started discussing, so you can just sit back and relax. Come on, sweetie." With Julia in the middle, holding both Carol's and my arms, we walked back to the others.

Julia did the introduction of, "My girlfriend, Carol Anderson," then giving everyone else's first names to Carol. All the other girls were effusively pleased to meet Carol, complimenting her on her dress, beauty, hair, shoes, smile, etc. Basically everything they could think of to compliment.

Julia told Carol, "Don't worry if you can't remember everyone's name."

^-- Then Julia announced, "Do any of you want to know the single most important way to make Mark happy?"

Quite a few of them did, so Julia said, "Make sure he gets plenty to eat, often, and never, ever delay his eating when it's his meal time, which is what we're doing now. In other words, it's time to eat! Break out your lunches."

Music to my ears! I sat down and commenced to do exactly that to my lunches. There were seventeen of us in total, so an awkwardly large number for an easy sitting arrangement. Julia and I sat side by side, somewhat leaning back on each other. Carol was in front of Julia, to the side away from me, so Carol could easily lean back on Julia. The other girls were in a staggered semi-circle facing us, roughly two layers deep.

While everyone was getting their lunches out, Julia said, "I was serious about Mark's eating. He eats a huge amount, probably 50% more than you expect. If any of you are feeding him in the future, make sure you provide him with a LOT of food."

One of the girls asked, "Why would any of us be feeding him? He's your boyfriend."

"He sure is! But there could be a reason. Maybe you're having a picnic that I can't make it to. In which case I hope someone would feed my man! There could be several reasons why he might be somewhere with any of you without me to look after him. I just want to make sure you know to have plenty of food for him."

One of the other girls said, "You're more trusting than I am. I wouldn't be happy letting my boyfriend go somewhere in the care of another girl, especially if I knew she wanted him, like you say most of us do for Mark."

Julia laughed, saying, "You ALL want Mark. That's why you've come all the way out here to have lunch with us. I'm fine with it and I'll tell you why."

At this time I remembered that I could deliberately rumble my belly. I thought Julia's lesson about feeding me was sufficiently important that it deserved reinforcement in case any of these girls might be in charge of feeding me in the future - the way Julia seemed to be implying - so I produced a loud, sustained rumble. While doing so I wondered about the girl with a boyfriend. Why was she having lunch with ME? Other than the honor of it, of course.

After my rumble, the resulting laughter, and Julia's pointing out my need for food, Julia continued, "When I'm with Mark I often see girls flirt with him, give him their phone numbers, proposition him, etc. It happens very often. I got REALLY angry the first few times girls made passes at him, and nearly got into fights with the girls because of it. Can you imagine tiny me trying to scratch another girl's eyes out! Haha."

Carol said, "I was with them once when that happened. Mark had to pick Julia up and carry her away. Julia WAS going to scratch the other girl's eyes out. Do you remember that, Julia, in the lunchroom?"

Julia said, "I remember it all right. That was the first time Mark kissed me. I will NEVER forget that kiss. No girl should forget the first kiss from the man she will spend the rest of her life with."

That produced several very girly agreements, but they quickly quieted down so they could listen to the rest of Julia's description of why she now didn't seem to mind that girls fancied me.

Julia continued, "One day I realized that I can't stop girls being attracted to Mark. I can't even fault them for it, haha. The only issue is how Mark responds to them. You heard his speech. Mark UNDERSTANDS love and commitment. He REALLY understands! Not like some other boy trying to get into our panties by telling us he'll love us forever. You all heard Mark say he'll stand by Carol's and my relationship all his life, even though that'd mean he only gets half as much time with me. How many of you don't believe he meant what he said?"

None, as it turned out.

"Mark puts Carol's and my needs ahead of his own desires. How many boys would make a lifelong commitment like that?"

Not many, according to the girls' lack of response.

"Unlike virtually every other teenage boy, Mark thinks with his big head, not his cock." All the girls in the semi-circle facing me immediately looked at my cock. Fortunately Carol was facing away and couldn't react without going to so much effort that she'd realize that a sister shouldn't look, and would stop. There was nothing to see of course, especially as I wasn't aroused, but they all automatically looked. I just looked at Julia in surprise at her choice of language.

Julia laughed, and several of the girls looked away guiltily. Julia said, "You don't have to feel guilty. I keep telling you that I don't mind and aren't jealous. Look at him all you want. Plenty of other girls do." Julia paused to let any that wanted to look at me, but the automatic reaction had run its course.

^-- "Remember Annette Neumeyer? She couldn't arouse Mark when she threw herself at him." The Annette Story was widely known - probably there wasn't anyone in school that didn't know it; plus most of Corvallis and the surrounding area knew too thanks to the many newspaper articles - so the girls all indicated to Julia that they remembered. "I could send him off to a picnic with any one of you, or with all of you, and I wouldn't even think about his misbehaving. I trust Mark TOTALLY. You could have your picnic at a nudist beach and all that would happen is that fourteen girls would get increasingly turned on and increasingly frustrated. Mark UNDERSTANDS love and commitment. His WHOLE body understands it! Mark would NEVER play around behind my back. He simply doesn't want to. That's why I'm not worried about girls coming on to him, giving him their phone numbers, putting naked photos in his locker, or anything else they could think to try. They're wasting their time. None of that matters at all."

^-- Julia looked at me to ask, "Mark, the girls that have put their naked photos in your locker, did you date or even just meet any of them after they gave you their photos?"

"No, not to date or even meet."

Julia made the point, "How many boys in this school could be so cool about receiving sexy photos like that? You know that those photos must've been sexy because no girl is going to give out nude photos of herself unless she knows that she's got a VERY good body. Do you all get why I trust Mark so totally?"

The girls got Julia's point, along with the hook, line, sinker and bullshit it was attached to. It was attached to a LOT of bullshit because my ability to resist a pretty girl is exactly the same as any other teenage boy's. The girls thought they understood Julia, but I certainly didn't. I knew where she was hoping to go with this - getting me more girls - but I was VERY confused by her route since she seemed to be heading in the opposite direction. I wasn't going to argue with her though. Apart from anything else, I hadn't finished my two lunches yet.

Julia paused, which gave the girls the opportunity to start gushing. I couldn't tell you the number of times I heard "You're so lucky." Too many times though. There were lots of other congratulatory noises too.

Carol added a story, "One day after school, not long after Julia and Mark started going out, Mark was about to go to Julia's to make-out with her. He was REALLY eager to go, but I stopped him to ask about a little issue of mine. I got foolishly worked up about it and ended up crying. There really wasn't anything wrong; I just needed reassurance. Rather than getting impatient or angry at my silliness, Mark stayed with me for ages to cheer me up. He even offered to phone Julia to tell her he wouldn't be coming because he had to stay comfort his sister. Never mind Annette Neumeyer not turning him on, he offered to cancel making out with the girl he loves so he could reassure his sister. Mark KNOWS that sex is not as important as love, even love for a sister. Isn't he incredible?"

They were very impressed and absolutely agreed that I was incredible, then they went on to tell Julia many more times that she was "so lucky." That should teach you something about how girls think: They thought Julia was "so lucky" to be my girlfriend because I'd offered to cancel a date with her. It was female logic at its finest.

Amidst all the congratulatory comments, two stood out.

The first was, "So when are you getting married?"

Julia chose to answer that one, "I've been thinking about that. I think I need to make a decision about that soon. Give me a while longer to think about it, okay?"

The questioner nodded.

The second comment was directed at me, "Do girls really put naked photos of themselves in your locker, Egg?"

I couldn't exactly agree with plural "girls", but I did say, "It's happened."

"Real photos? Not fakes?"

"I think they're real, yes."

"What do you do when you get one?"

Julia came in now, saying, "He doesn't show them around or boast about them, that's for sure. It'd be all over school if he did that. Mark respects people's privacy. Even I've never seen one. Mark, have you showed any of those photos to anyone?"

"No. No one has seen any of them." Yet.

Julia said, "Any other boy would have used them to jack off to, but I'm not going to insult Mark by even asking that."

Supporting Julia's theme of me being a eunuch made my truthful comment easy, "I've NEVER even thought about doing that when looking at any of them. Please don't tell any of the guys that because they'd laugh me out of school, haha." (Whether my answer would have been truthful if I'd looked at them at any time other than the middle of a class, I'll leave for you to guess.)

One of the girls declared, "After getting to know Mark better, I don't think I want to talk with the other guys anyway." Several other girls echoed her sentiment.

I made a Mad Scientist Cackle, rubbing my hands together. When I had their attention, which didn't take long, I put on my Mad Scientist accent, "Exzzelent! My cunning plan iz vorking. Make all zee pretty girlz dislike boyz, zo more lezbianz for my darling zister. {Cackle}."

After the laughter, one of the girls said, "Sorry Egg, but now we just want you more."

A few of the girls confirmed that, so I said, "Ratz! Back to zee drawingboard zen."

None of the girls argued with the assertion that they wanted me more, but a couple looked uncomfortably at Julia. Julia just laughed back at them, "If you don't want Mark then his cunning plan must've worked, because you've turned into lesbians."

The girl who had made the "We want you more" comment, said, "I'm worried that I'm a lesbian. I think I should kiss a boy to check. Oh look, there's only one boy here," pointing at me, "I think I'll kiss him."

She started getting to her feet, and I had no doubt where she would be putting her lips shortly. Goody, Julia's plan was working perfectly.

Julia said, "Down girl! 'You can admire and you can desire, but more than that will incur my ire.'"

#2: <I'm a little confused.>

#3: <Including about how much you're confused.>

"Damn. Can't blame a girl for trying," said the possible lesbian as she sat back down.

Julia said, "I can blame you for not listening though. Mark wouldn't have kissed you back. Annette Neumeyer - in full-on slut mode - couldn't get Mark to kiss her back, so what chance do you think you or any other girl in school has?"

^-- Julia paused for an answer, but there was none, so she added, "If you walked up to and kissed almost any other boy in school, especially dressed the way you are now, he'd kiss you back - probably thinking all his Christmases have come at once - because boys all think with their little head. But not Mark. Try to kiss him if you want, but you'll just be another Annette Neumeyer."

No girl in Corvallis wanted to be another Annette Neumeyer, so that killed that idea. It also killed any hope I had for understanding Julia's plan.

To make sure the girls' idea and my struggle to understand were both truly dead, with the corpses rotting, Julia added, "Annette's attempt was back before Mark and I started dating. You heard from his speech what his feelings for me are now, so does anyone want to try forcing a kiss on him now?"

I was beginning to suspect that Julia had changed the object of her plan to "Get Mark NO Sex." Julia seemed happy, but my cock wasn't, so apparently I DO think with it!

Julia turned to Carol, "What do you and Donna think of having Mark for a brother?"

Soon - after a little more prompting from Julia to get Carol over her initial shyness - Carol was in full flow about how wonderful I was. The superlatives and little stories were flying. Carol was enjoying herself, and her audience was even more impressed with me. Both were probably Julia's intent.

Once Carol was established in the center of attention, Julia turned her attention to me, moving in for some quality snuggling time. Sweet kisses were traded back and forth for a few minutes. Then Julia asked me, "Mark, darling. I've been thinking. Would you mind terribly if we didn't get married?"

Sharp intakes of breath from the girls nearest us. The other half said variations of, "What'd she say?"

They were told, "Julia doesn't want to marry Mark."

I was busy trying to work out what to say. I had NO idea! Julia's wink didn't provide any useful information. I was pretty sure she didn't want me to say, "Too late, we already are," but beyond that I was stuck.

Julia said, loudly enough for everyone to hear, which wasn't hard as everyone was hanging on her next words. "Sorry. I didn't mean to blurt that out. It's just been on my mind a great deal the last few days. It's not that I don't WANT to marry Mark; it's that I don't think I SHOULD. Not yet, and possibly not for a long time."

Julia paused. She hadn't done anything other than tantalize her audience, so they certainly didn't want to her stop her explanation where it was.

One girl summed up their opinion, "Are you crazy? I'd kill for a guy like Egg." All the other girls agreed. This school's recently established reputation for violent assaults wasn't going to be helped by the fourteen promised homicides.

Julia said, "I really shouldn't have started this here, but I might as well explain it. I don't think marriage would be fair for Mark. Over the last few days I've realized that my loving relationship with Carol is going to last a long time. Several years in all likelihood. That means I'll be spending much of my time away from Mark. I won't be sleeping in his bed, providing him with comfort, companionship, and - let's be honest - having sex with him as often as he deserves. You heard his speech. He'll joyfully live his entire life with only half a wife in order to ensure Carol's and my happiness. I don't think that's fair."

It was quite funny to watch. They all thought Julia was stupid, and that she definitely needed to have her stupidity pointed out to her, but not a single one of them wanted to correct her. Instead they wanted to say, "You're right, you should break up with him," but they couldn't bring themselves to say that either.

Carol and I kept silent. I didn't dare say a word because I could finally see Julia's strategy, and her opening the door to my bedroom was only seconds away. I prepared a look of surprise and made a strong mental note to hide my delight at the imminent offers.

Julia paused for a few seconds, then looked at the girls, and pretended to realize, "Oh no. You've gotten the wrong idea. I've got no intention of leaving Mark. I'll NEVER leave him! I already know that I am his for the rest of my life. I need to explain myself better."

All the girls clearly thought that Julia had to explain herself MUCH better! I'd quite like that too.

"A couple of times Mark has joked with me about how unfair it is that the girl that I've started loving is his sister so he can't join in to have threesomes. He puts on a hangdog expression like he's really suffering, but he knows that Carol and I don't believe it for a second. He's VERY happy that I'm having a relationship with Carol because her happiness is more important to him than his own. You could tell that from his speech. I would never have developed a relationship with anyone else because I would've know that it wouldn't make Mark happy; his happiness being very important to me. As my relationship grew with Carol, so did Mark's happiness with it. Mark is my number one love and I would never hurt him by having a second love, but my having Carol doesn't hurt him; it makes him very happy. That makes sense, doesn't it?"

They all agreed it did. The bullshit was already so deep they couldn't see daylight. Nor could I, but at least I could see the bullshit. I'd like to see the daylight though; Julia had me totally confused.

"When Mark stands at the altar and makes his vow to be faithful, he truly will be. I have no doubt that from that moment on, until the end of his life, NOTHING will ever tempt him to break that vow. I'm saying that he won't even be TEMPTED. With other guys you'd pray they don't stray too often and you'd be constantly suspicious and fearful of it, but Mark won't even be tempted. That's the sort of guy he is."

Several girls were nodding, clearly believing that to be the sort of guy I am. Julia was so good I almost believed it myself, if not for my mentally salivating about these pretty lambs being led so willingly up the well-manured garden path. It was also an extremely twisty and turny garden path which, if it did lead to my bedroom, did so in a way that I had no chance of predicting.

Julia continued shoveling it, "So I'm starting to think that Mark and I shouldn't get married until my relationship with Carol ends. I think that sooner or later Carol will find someone else, although probably not for a few years. Carol, what do you think?"

Carol gave the indicated answer, "I'm VERY happy with you, Julia. I don't want anyone else now. Maybe in the future, but not now. When we were talking about those naked pictures that girls were putting in Mark's locker, I almost joked that I wished girls would put naked pictures of themselves in MY locker," that got her a couple of chuckles, "but I didn't because the only girl I want is you."

Julia said, "Ahh, isn't she lovely?"

#3: <And smart too!>

Julia continued, "Mark, Carol and I have a very honest relationship, as you can see. None of us will try to stop Carol's and my relationship sooner than it should. That wouldn't be honest. Even a few years from now if Carol knew she was holding up my marriage to Mark, she wouldn't go out and pretend to fall in love with some other girl. It'd be deceitful, it'd dishonor Mark's sacrifice, and it'd be unfair to the other girl. That's not the way people in Mark's family behave."

All the girls nodded, knowing that everyone in my family were saints.

"It's totally unfair both before and after our marriage for Mark to promise not to play around with another girl when that's EXACTLY what I'm doing half the time now, and would continue doing after our marriage. So for the last few days I've been thinking that for however long Carol and I keep our relationship going Mark should be allowed to play around with other girls, and we should only marry each other when I can be faithful to him. For me to marry him sooner would be a lie and I'm VERY unhappy with that." I LOVED the irony of Julia claiming that she'd be unhappy with a lie. That might be true about a lie that didn't serve the best interests of her Lord, but if it served my interests then truth flew out the window. I even knew which window, in that I could finally see the direction Julia was going in.