Chapter 88: Picking Liaisons

Thursday, April 21, 2005

I woke in the dark with both girls holding me. Looking at the clock showed that I'd had about the same amount of sleep as the previous night, just over four hours. I'd woken at 2:10am yesterday, but it was nearly 4am now as our 'celebration' had started unbelievably later than it should have, which had been ten minutes after school finished, and that's including time to drop Donna off at home.

I extracted myself, trying not to touch Julia as I crab-walked over her. I failed, she woke, and I kissed her to apologize even though it'd been on her insistence that I slept in the middle.

She just mumbled, "Mmm. I love you," then rolled over and went back to sleep.

Travel time to the study was much less than it had been yesterday, and I studied faster as I was less worried about the material suddenly getting harder. The textbooks were occasionally helpful too, as any point that I didn't quickly comprehend from the lecture notes, I could get a different view on from the textbook.

The somewhat improved speed didn't make up for the late start and early finish, because we had to get to school early, so I fell well short of yesterday's achievement. I was satisfied though, especially as I could easily see that a full morning's study would cover a very useful amount of material. I should be able to keep on, or even get ahead of, Prof's schedule.

In one respect this morning's study was better than yesterday's, because TWO naked girls came in to inform me that it was over. It was too early for Prof to get up, so I had no concerns installing one of them on each knee, where we spent a few minutes cuddling and doing other things that should be done to naked girls. Until Julia declared that we had to get moving, "We don't want to be late to our first meeting. It'd set a terrible precedent."

If I'd been given the choice of keeping my fingers where they were or setting a terrible meeting precedent, I probably would've chosen differently than Julia. I've never been worried about precedents before, and it seemed like a very bad precedent to start doing so now.

I managed a brief overlap with Prof in the kitchen, just before we left, and informed him of my morning's progress (poor) and rate (very good). I was still discussing the implications of these two variables on my overall schedule, when Julia grabbed my hand and dragged me out to the car. That precedent thing was still weighing on her mind, I guess.

Prof yelled at my receding back, to remind me about his picking me up before lunch. I waved an acknowledgement over my back.

I was, of course, dressed in the second most embarrassing outfit I possessed. I was properly 'dressed' too - Julia had made me remove my wallet and put it in my schoolbag. My handkerchief was the sole occupant of any pocket, and it was on the side that made my cock look the best because I'd deliberately tried to put the larger wallet on the modest side, so Julia had pronounced herself happy with my look. Especially that part of my look that she was looking at.

There was no hope of an unobtrusive visit to the Anderson home. Slowing down to let Donna jump in wasn't going to happen. I had to park and walk inside. There were many twirls, much laughter and considerable embarrassment.

There had almost been one good point among the many, many bad ones. Mom and Dad had teased Julia and Carol about their plans for Ava to spend the night. I would have enjoyed that, except that Julia was quite matter of fact about it. Carol took her lead from Julia, and only blushed a little when she said she was looking forward to it too. Not having much success teasing the girls, Mom and Dad had turned their attentions back to me. Excellent!

Fortunately Julia insisted that we had to leave quickly, "Because we have to get to an important meeting on time." We had plenty of spare time, but I chose not to argue in favor of staying longer with my family.

Mom's final comment, of too many, was, "I wouldn't want to be a teacher in any of your classes today."

We arrived at the meeting place ten minutes early, as it would've been a terrible precedent to be late. I was very self-conscious when I got out of the car, even with no one else being in sight this early. I carried my jacket - the longest one I owned - ready to put it on as soon as the first person to see me started laughing.

There were already two girls waiting, one of whom was Lily, which earned them both praise from Julia. Julia had time to praise them because they were both speechless at the sight of me. That didn't last long, unfortunately. I'll downplay their reactions by just writing, "They went gaga INSANE over me."

More girls kept arriving, which continually renewed the embarrassing, gaga-insane mayhem. Julia helped a lot, by standing back and giving them free access to me. They went seriously over the top. I got FAR more praise for how I looked in these clothes than I'd received all year for being a genius. It indicated that girls have a very screwed up sense of priorities. I can't say I was surprised, as I'd received a hint or two recently that girls were irrationally over-focused on clothes. I was forced to do several things I didn't want to: blush, twirl, and admit that it appeared my new clothes were going to be a hit with the girls at school. It seemed that Julia had known what she was doing when she dressed me like this. Talk about a TERRIBLE precedent!

Julia had been looking at her watch quite frequently, and stood there staring at it for several seconds as the meeting's start time approached, clearly intending to make her point about the importance of promptness. It would've worked well if any of the girls had been looking at her rather than me. At the designated time, Julia LOUDLY (she had to) declared, "I call this meeting to order. Everyone be quiet and stand back so I can see all of you."

They did so. I counted breasts and divided by two, and only ten of the fourteen girls had arrived on time.

"Everyone, this is Donna, Mark's youngest sister. I won't inflict all your names on her at once as there are too many to remember. Right, this meeting is to choose which three of the ten of you get picked for a position we're calling Liaison. You all see how good Mark looks when he dresses properly. QUIET! We're also going to be making public around school that Mark is looking for an additional girlfriend or two, to make up for my absences, just like we discussed at lunch yesterday."

^-- More noise broke out, and Julia shouted it down again, "Yes, you heard me. QUIET! I thought it'd take days for me to convince Mark but he saw my reasoning very quickly. That's what happens when you deal with a genius. I'm still not used to that. Anyway, when the news gets out, especially when girls see him looking like this, we expect him to be swamped."

MORE noise broke out. During which one of the missing girls arrived. She announced her arrived by calling out, "Sorry I'm late, what's all the noise about? Oh My God! Egg! Oh My God."

Julia yelled out, "Shut up everyone. I don't have time for hysterics."

Everyone shut up as they were getting used to reacting to Julia's orders, except for the late arrival who took advantage of the sudden silence to repeat, "What's going on?"

Julia said, severely, "I don't have time to start again. Stand over there." Indicating a spot slightly to the side of everyone else.

The girl looked puzzled, but moved to comply while asking me about my new clothes.

Julia amended her instruction to, "Stand QUIETLY over there, while we get on with the meeting."

Julia turned her attention back to the on-time girls. "Donna will be Mark's Liaison for the 6th grade, Carol for the 7th and 8th grades, no one has been picked for the 9th yet, three of you for the 10th grade, Ava West for the 11th - she's scheduled to arrive in twelve minutes - and no one picked yet for the 12th grade. So there will be six Liaisons from high school, and Mark's two sisters to cover middle school. The job of the Liaisons is to take the names, numbers and grades of all the girls who want to meet and date Mark, and to keep them away from wasting his time when they're not on dates. Mark and I will INSIST that we won't deal with anyone who doesn't go through her Liaison. In a few days, once we've gotten an idea of the number of girls who want Mark, we'll start the process of managing them all. I won't bother explaining that now, but all communications will go up and down through the Liaisons. So the structure will be all the ordinary girls at the bottom, who do NOT get to talk with Mark directly, but only through their Liaison. The six high-school Liaisons plus Donna and Carol will get all their information and instructions from me, and I get mine from Mark. As I said, Mark will pick three of you for the 10th grade Liaison job. In return for helping Mark, the three chosen Liaisons will get to spend more time with Mark than other girls and will be Mark's lovers."

The turmoil forced Julia to pause. It's inexplicable, but my new clothes had caused major malfunctions in all the girls' brains. They'd seriously flipped out just from seeing me dress like a homosexual, and they'd gotten themselves into a complete tizzy over me. They weren't calming down either. From the moment they'd seen me, they'd been in some sort of frenzied gaga ecstasy of my clothes and me. When Julia said three of them would become my lovers, they lost their last tiny shreds of self-control. It was pathetic, but in a REALLY good way! I no longer feared that they didn't want to have sex with me. Now I only feared for my safety if they got any more excited.

Julia eventually got them to subside down to a lower level of frantic, so she could resume, "Yes, you heard right. Three of you, plus the other three high-school Liaisons, will become Mark's lovers. Over the next few days, from tonight to Sunday night, Mark will take the six lucky girls to his bed and make love to them for as long as they want. For the rest of the school year, and quite likely beyond, there will be weekly Liaison meetings at my house, where the best Liaison for that week will be rewarded by making love with Mark again. Plus you'll have increased contact with him at other times. Are there any questions?"

You probably won't be surprised to learn that there were. Most of which Julia either answered very quickly, or put them off with, "This meeting finishes in eight minutes. Then Ava should arrive and I'll spend the next fifteen minutes describing the duties and benefits of being Liaison in more detail. By then you'll know enough to be able to choose whether you want to be in the group that Mark will pick the three Liaisons from." Subsequent repetitions of that being much shorter.

One answer Julia did give was, "Mark is looking for the best possible extra girlfriend or two, for when I'm with Carol. He will be choosing from among ALL the girls at school as that's the best way for him to find what he's looking for, but if you're chosen as Liaison, then you will have a much better chance than any other girl of being picked as his long-term girlfriend because you'll have far more contact with him."

Another answer, "No. I'm not jealous. You see what Mark looks like, you know how intelligent he is at school, how fantastic at running and soccer he is, and from his speech what a wonderful person he is. I'd drive myself crazy trying to block every girl from hitting on him, and there's no way I could succeed. Plus I WANT him to do this, as I'm guilty of being only half a girlfriend for him, and his happiness is important to me. Also, Mark will probably deliberately choose at least one girlfriend who is bisexual, as he knows that I would very much enjoy having sex with him and another girl, and he'll do that to make me happy."

I could see that the last reason made an impact on several of the girls. One of them, fortunately not Lily, snorted, "I'll bet making YOU happy won't be what he'll be thinking about!"

Julia responded, with a stern tone, "Mark and I have been dating for nearly a month. In that time I've seen countless girls throw themselves at him. Literally dozens of them, some of them beautiful and most of them offering sex. Mark has been totally faithful the whole time. He waves them away without even looking at them. He even said that he'd be happy to have only half a girlfriend for the rest of his life because he wanted his sister to be happy. I didn't become bisexual because Mark pushed me into it; I did it for MY OWN selfish reasons. Mark has SUFFERED because of it! I STRONGLY resent your insinuation that Mark is selfish. It's Mark's choice, of course, but I hope he doesn't choose you as one of his Liaisons, because I don't think you deserve to be one of his lovers."

"I was just joking! I didn't mean it like that. I REALLY want to be his lover."

Julia gave her shoulders an exaggerated shrug, saying, "It's not my choice."

"Mark, PLEASE let me your lover. I REALLY..."

Julia interrupted, "We don't have time. Do any of the rest of you have any essential questions, or wish to insult the nicest man any of you will ever meet?"

None of them wished to insult that man, or me either. They were too scared to risk it by asking another question, so Julia talked over the girl who was still pleading to say, "We are just about ready for Mark to choose his three Liaison-Lovers. Before we do that though, Lily, if you want one of the three places, it is automatically yours. Do you want to be one of Mark's Liaison-Lovers?"

"Oh, yes. Thank you. I very happy be with Mark..."

Julia interrupted, "Are you able to come to my house about 7:30 or so tonight, so you can spend the whole night making love to and sleeping with Mark?"

"Yes."

"Go and give your lover a kiss."

Chinese girls can move REALLY fast!

Lily carried out Julia's instruction very thoroughly, although she'd obviously missed Julia's use of the singular, maybe because English wasn't her first language.

Julia addressed the girls, "Yesterday, at lunch, I suggested that you should be nice and helpful to Mark. After lunch Lily approached him and offered that when Mark missed a class that they shared, that she'd make good notes and photocopy them for him. She was the ONLY one of you to offer something useful like that, and her thoughtfulness, intelligence and kindness toward Mark is being rewarded by automatically making her the first Liaison for our grade."

There was an instant cacophony of all the other girls yelling out offers to do the same thing in their classes.

Julia yelled, "QUIET! Lily is not being rewarded for taking notes. She's being rewarded for thinking of Mark and having the idea. It's too late for any of you to try and use the same idea. It's time to choose the last two Liaison-Lovers. I want you all to form a line, shoulder to shoulder facing me." Julia indicated an imaginary line with her hand, and the girls started lining up along it.

When the latecomer moved to join the line, Julia told her, "Not you."

"What? Why not?"

"You didn't arrive until after the meeting started, so you were too late."

"But only by a minute. Not even that."

"It doesn't matter, late is late."

"But I got here as fast as I could. My mom wouldn't bring me any earlier. It's not my fault."

Julia asked, "Why didn't you order a taxi to bring you ten minutes earlier?"

"Huh? A taxi? My mom always brings me to school."

"So you should have either got her to bring you earlier or caught a taxi. You had choices. You could have arrived on time if you'd wanted to."

"But... , but I didn't know I had to. I didn't know I could be Mark's girlfriend. You didn't say anything like that on the phone."

Julia said, "I told all of you exactly the same thing: that I wanted to 'discuss some Mark business.' Everyone else here arrived on time and you could've if you'd wanted. Some of them were even several minutes early, which is a good sign."

"But you never said how important it was."

"I told you at lunch yesterday that Mark was a very important person, and I told you this meeting was to discuss Mark's business. It wasn't my fault that you couldn't work out for yourself that those two statements automatically made this an important meeting. You were willing to make us all, including Mark, wait for you because you didn't think Mark was important enough. Well, we're all sorry for you, but all the rest of us think Mark is more important than the few dollars a taxi would've cost you."

Personally I don't think ANY of the other girls were "sorry", as one less girl improved their odds of being chosen. I'd bet they were thankful that several girls hadn't turned up at all, and were cursing that more hadn't slept in. Lily, who was cradled under the arm of mine that Julia had vacated, had stiffened at the moment that told me that she recognized that she'd been told something different from the other girls. She wisely kept her mouth shut, which nudged my opinion of her upward.

Julia said, "I am deliberately being mean because I want all you to understand that Mark has many dozens of girls who'll run around doing things for him. Why should he have to settle for a girl who can't get to meetings on time? If ANY of you EVER fall short of what's required of you, you can be replaced in an instant. In fact, you WILL be replaced. I could easily have asked every single girl in our grade whether they wanted to be Mark's Liaison-Lovers, and we would have been swamped in volunteers. Instead I only asked the fourteen of you who came to lunch yesterday, because I thought you understood. Evidently some understood better than others."

^-- Julia turned to the latecomer, "If any of the three 10th grade Liaisons who're picked today later decide to resign from the job, or get fired for not doing it well enough, then you'll be eligible to be picked as their replacement, so hang around and listen so if you're picked later you'll know what the job is. That applies to all of you. Immediately after this meeting I'm going to explain the Liaison job in more detail. I encourage ALL of you to stay and listen to that, in case you get a chance to be picked later."

Turning back to the others, I noticed they included the still-hopeful girl who'd insulted me. I'd honor Julia's request not to pick her, although my being accused of looking forward to threesomes was hardly an inaccurate accusation.

Julia looked at her watch, saying, "EXACTLY on time. That's Ava West. I asked her to arrive neither early nor late, and she's exactly on time."

Julia called out loudly, "Ava, please wait there for a minute. This meeting was delayed by a latecomer who wanted to argue." Ava stopped as requested and Julia added, "Thank you, darling."

We turned back to the group of girls, ignoring the very forlorn latecomer standing out to the side.

Julia instructed, "If you don't want to be on of Mark's Liaison-Lovers, stay where you are. If you DO want to be one, step forward."

They all stepped forward.

"The job will probably require that you have a camera on your cellphone. So step forward if you have one already or can get one if I ask you to."

A couple of the girls stepped forward before Julia had finished, presumably having cameras in their phones. Three more stepped forward confidently after Julia finished. The others took a second or two to think about it, but within a couple of seconds all had stepped forward. If any of them weren't being strictly honest, I didn't really care. I'd boink them in the next day or two, then have to boink their replacement if they failed to get such a phone. I thought I could live with that. Last I heard from Julia, she wasn't sure we'd need such phones anyway.

Julia turned to me, saying, "Choose your two Liaisons." So Julia didn't seem to care either. But then she quickly added, "Hang on. Think about your choice, Mark, but wait until Ava comes over." Julia then called out, "Come on, Ava. Thanks for waiting for us, and thanks for being exactly on time." Julia was reinforcing a lesson that I very much doubted needed any more reinforcement.

Ava strode up happily, and very prettily too, I noticed. She was looking good (it's amazing how much attention you pay to a girl when you know you're going to be having sex with her soon). She was wearing a lightweight summer dress. The weather wasn't really warm enough for it, but I forgave her. She was wearing underwear that was clearly visible through her thin dress, and both pieces were heading toward being ineffectively small. For her sake, although not that of the guys in her classes, I hoped she had something warmer in her car to put on top. Given the reactions my clothes had got from every one of the girls, I could probably lend Ava my jacket if she didn't have anything of her own.

On the topic of girl's clothing, I had been pleased to note that every girl here had dressed nicely, as I judged it. Some of them may not have realized how important this meeting was because of Julia's deliberately downplayed phone conversations, but none of them had forgotten to dress to interest me. Drawing on my extensive knowledge of female apparel, I could tell that they'd dressed to impress a guy, mainly because there was significantly less 'apparel' than was the norm for school.

Ava walked determinedly right up to Julia, bent down and 'planted one on her'. There were a few small inhalations of surprise from the other girls, but nothing else. I couldn't tell much more about their reaction because there was no way I was going to look away from Ava and Julia. My dedication was rewarded because I witnessed Julia smoothly sliding her left hand (the one all of us could see) up from Ava's waist to her breast, cupping and lightly caressing it. Julia's slide gave Ava some warning, but she still stiffened only a little, then quickly relaxed. Or more likely, forced herself to relax. She also redoubled her kissing effort, which was a good sign, as was Ava's moan when Julia lightly pinched and rolled Ava's nipple.

Julia broke off the kiss after not-nearly-long-enough. A slightly flustered but happy Ava stood upright and immediately looked at me. Naturally I gave her a BIG smile, sincerely wanting to encourage such behavior.

Carol was standing next to Julia, and spoke now, "Hi Ava. I'm Carol Anderson; Mark's sister. You're very sexy. You make me hot." Apparently Carol was choosing not to play hard-to-get.

Ava smiled, and asked, "Can I kiss you too, please?" I guess Ava was too nervous to do it cold, even after Carol's saying she was hot.

Carol soon removed any doubt, "Yes please," as she raised her arms to put them around Ava. Ava stepped straight into them, and a second later the girls were kissing. Julia moved behind Carol, and ran both hands around Carol to cup both of Carol's breasts.

It was EXTREMELY hot, for about half a second, until, #1: <It's our SISTER! Look away! We're not allowed to think she's hot in public.>

I'd quickly looked away, cursing the cruel injustice of it all. I looked at the other girls, and they were all looking at Ava's welcoming party. EVERYBODY was looking at it, except me. Oh the injustice!

Carol moaned loudly.

#2: <Damn!>

I looked at Lily, who was still nestled under my left arm. I thought it'd be good for my cover to give an 'involuntary shiver', so I did. That got Lily's attention, and she looked up at me. I was looking at Lily, a direction which was more away from the groaning threesome than toward it. I asked her, "Tell me when it's safe for me to turn around please?"

Lily laughed, obviously immediately buying my BS. So far Lily was working out perfectly.

To kill more time, I added, "I wish Carol would warn me before she does things like that."

Lily and some of the potential Liaisons who'd heard, laughed. I looked over to them, and saw that most of them were looking at me. Usefully, four of them were still looking intently at the threesome. Unfortunately including the "Insult Girl", but that still left three girls as prime candidates for being bisexual. I'd recently come to appreciate the advantages offered by a girl being bisexual, so those three girls immediately got a large pile of bonus points.

Lily said, "I distract you." She took one of my hands, and put it on one of her breasts. NOW Lily was working out perfectly! [[This is VERY atypical behavior for a Chinese girl in public. Even kissing in public is frowned on. You'll discover later that Lily's actions were highly motivated now, and even more so in a few days.]]

I leaned down and started kissing Lily. If kissing was good enough for my two spouses, it was certainly good enough for their Lord. I didn't forget to caress Lily's breast lightly.

Lily's distraction was very effective, because it took some throat clearing from Julia to get my attention back to reality. "When you've quite finished, Mark, haha. It's time to choose your other two Liaisons."

I looked up and around at Julia. Ava was standing in the middle, with Carol and Julia to either side, the three girls having their arms around each other and facing me while they awaited my decision.

There'd been ten girls ready at the start of the meeting, ignoring the latecomer. Lily was already chosen, and the Insult Girl disqualified, leaving eight girls from which I had to choose two. I'd been aware that I was going to be choosing lovers, and I'd been looking at them carefully most of the meeting, except when distracted, but the three possible bisexual girls had upset my previous choices. I turned to the candidates, to think about my decision in light of the new information.

It must have happened during the couple of seconds that I'd been looking at Ava and her new friends, because when I looked at the group of possible Liaisons again, I immediately noticed - because guys specially train themselves to notice such things - that Susan, one of the big-breasted girls, had experienced a significant 'clothing malfunction'. In the seconds we were distracted by Julia's last comments, several of Susan's blouse's buttons had leaped through their holes and were straining to get as far away from the offending buttonhole as possible. Said holes were also straining to get as far away from their buttons as possible. There was a lot of "straining" going on. Quite a lot of "heaving" too; who'd have thought that Susan was such a heavy breather. You had to admire her initiative, and while you're in the area, you can admire the considerable amount of cleavage she's showing too.

I think it's quite likely that my expression indicated that I had a sudden source of interest. A fraction of a second later most of the other girls had followed the direction of my - let's be honest - ogle, and there were several hisses. That Susan was smiling proudly probably didn't engender confidence in her opponents either. While the view was admirable, you may be surprised to know that she'd turned me off picking her as a Liaison. I hate arrogant, self-satisfied girls almost as much as I hate guys who're the same. The girls can so easily become Queen Bitches, like Annette Neumeyer had been.

I looked away, very glad to have done so because of what came next: One of the other blouse-wearing girls was busy creating her own button malfunctions as fast as she could. A third girl, seeing what was happening, looked down in dismay at her top. It was a sort of tight, somewhat cut-off, T-shirt thing. It wasn't a T-shirt, as it was made out of much nicer material, but whatever it was, it didn't have any buttons. She looked around. The second unbuttoner was working from the top down, and was already at her bellybutton level. It appeared she wasn't going to stop. A couple of other girls were starting to untuck their blouses too. Another girl was rolling up the waistband of her already short skirt.

The sort-of-T-shirt girl apparently thought <fuck it!>, and whipped it off. In a second she was standing in skirt and bra only, holding her top at her side. She looked around proudly.

The other girls saw what she'd done and start copying it.

Susan, finding herself rapidly passed in the "Get Mark's Attention Race", quickly undid her two remaining buttons, removed her blouse, dropped it onto the ground, and then immediately dropped her bra on top of it. If you're still admiring her initiative, you're crazy.

After that, things REALLY started happening: clothing started falling to the ground all over the place.

One poor girl had a one-piece dress. Not even buttoned. She had no choice, she must have thought, and she removed the whole thing, leaving her in bra and panties only.

The girls in skirts weren't going to let her get away with looking so sexy unchallenged!

I've often wondered why it takes girls so long to get ready to go out. Take it from me, it's NOT because it takes them long to get undressed. These girls proved that they can do that VERY quickly, even allowing time for them to look around to size up the opposition.

I was tortured by not having more eyeballs, because I just couldn't follow every girl. I frantically tried to see as much of the action as I could, but there were so many of them and they were so fast that I missed most of it.