Chapter 90: First Time with a Liaison

Thursday, April 21, 2005 (Continued)

I arrived outside Ava's classroom as the bell rang, and it didn't take more than a couple of seconds before students were coming out. Many of the 11th grade students hadn't seen me in my new clothes, so seeing me standing outside their room caused some disruption. Mostly among the females, confirming my opinion that females are easier to disrupt. Lots of comments about how great I was looking, some along the likes of, "I'd heard you were dressed hot today, but I'm stunned." One girl said, "I heard you were looking for a new girlfriend, Egg," which caught the attention of several of the other girls. A couple confirmed they'd heard the same thing, and suddenly several girls were very interested.

I'd been looking for Ava, and it was lucky that I was taller than the girls around me because Ava was one of the last girls out, walking out in close company with one of the guys from the class, who was talking to her intently. Hardly surprising, as Ava was dressed particularly attractively. She had a sweater on, but a short, semi-transparent skirt showing sexily cut panties is not the sort of thing guys fail to notice. Upon seeing me, Ava instantly forgot about the guy talking to her, making a beeline for me. I thought I'd be nice to her by showing her closeness to me in front of most of the girls in the class, so I demanded of the small crowd around me, "Please let Ava through," while making appropriate parting motions with my hands.

The girls parted as requested, and Ava came through the small crowd to me. I held my right hand up and out to my side, and Ava VERY happily snuggled underneath it. I'd not really talked to her before, apart from her very brief pickup attempt and my even briefer phone call with her, so this was WAY more affection than I'd shown her before, and she was delighted. The guy she'd been talking to didn't look pleased about being left in her dust as she ran to me. He looked at all the girls gathered around us, frowned, and walked off.

One of the girls said, "Aww. Ava's your new girlfriend already."

I was going to tell Ava to explain what a Liaison was, but figured I should probably do it myself, Ava not being so bright. I spoke up loudly to give a little speech, "Possibly, that's not decided yet. I am STILL looking for one or two additional girlfriends to get to know much better. What Ava is now is my Liaison for 11th grade. Julia thought there'd be too many girls interested in me for me to talk with them all without disrupting all the extra study I do, so we created Liaisons for each grade. If any of you want to find out more about possibly being my girlfriend, then you should talk with Ava about it."

I had been intending to briefly describe the role of the Liaisons and how other girls should work with our system, and then pull Ava away so I could praise her for behaving so well at the pre-school meeting (more fondly remembered in my head as "The Mass Strip Session"). For some reason, thinking about that session put me in a horny mood. Ava and I were backed up against the hallway wall and were closely surrounded by about a dozen girls, so no one would be able to see what I had just thought of doing. Rather than cutting the conversation short, I allowed them to ask questions of us. I took my hand off Ava's shoulder and put it around her waist, squeezing it a couple of times. None of the girls around us paid any attention to the movement. Meanwhile I was answering a question by telling them, "I'm particularly interested in having a girlfriend in your grade because next year we'll be seniors together. I don't know how often I'll be coming to school, but it'd be great to have a girlfriend in my classes when I do."

Predictably, one girl asked, "Why wouldn't you come to school?"

I could feel Ava start to answer, but then hold back and look at me. I guessed she wasn't sure whether she was allowed to tell people about my college courses. It wasn't a secret, as nothing Ava knew was a secret, and probably never would be. I told her, "You can answer if you wish."

Ava said, "Because he's ALREADY doing college courses. I didn't even know that until just recently, but Mark's doing 10th AND 11th grades, AND college courses! I guess that if he can do that this year, then next year he'll do 12th grade and LOTS of college courses. So he'll be at college most of the time." Ava turned to me to ask, "Is, oh. Is that right?"

Her verbal stagger was caused by my sliding my hand from her waist down to her ass. I hadn't been shy about it; I'd slid it quickly and firmly, and was now blatantly rubbing her ass. I'd caught her by surprise, but it only took her a moment to react. She leaned into me, whispering quietly but VERY enthusiastically, "Thank you very, very much." Meanwhile her ass was pressing back to make stronger contact against my hand. I didn't know why she was thanking me, but it seemed to make her happy. Mostly I'd been intending to make me happy, but I had no objection to her enjoying herself.

I said to the crowd, "Ava's right. I'll be doing a lot more college courses next year. I don't know how many yet, so I'm not sure how much time I'll spend here."

While the little crowd around us expressed amazement at that, I leaned down to whisper in Ava's ear, "I'm VERY pleased with how great you were in the meeting before school. Especially with Carol." Leaning down to whisper to her lowered my right shoulder, allowing that hand to slide down her left leg until it reached her leg's bare flesh just below her short skirt.

Ava reacted by quietly uttering a "Yes!" More a moan than speech, and definitely a good sign. As I straightened up, I kept that hand's fingers in contact with the flesh of her leg, so my hand slid up her leg, bunching her skirt on my wrist as I raised it. By the time I was upright, my hand was in contact with the flesh of her ass, which the cut of her panties left mostly and delightfully bare.

Anyone standing behind us would have had a clear view of half of Ava's ass, but we were safely standing with our backs to a wall. No one could see what I was doing. Ava's grip around my waist tightened, and she leaned harder against me too. We were both happy. Isn't that nice?

#4: <If I'd known that girls were so happy to have their asses groped, I would've started doing it years ago.>

#3: <You'd have had to dress like a homosexual first. I think the mixed messages confuse the small parts of their brains that aren't busy thinking about fashion and shopping.>

I rubbed my hand freely over her ass, sometimes over the bare flesh, sometimes over her wonderfully inadequate panties. Meanwhile I was facing the crowd, answering their questions, and appearing totally innocent.

After about thirty seconds, I slid my hand sideways under the thin vertical band of her panties, reaching so my fingers were lying inside her ass crack. Ava was obviously happy with this development. Somewhat inexplicably too, I must admit. I couldn't understand why a girl I'd barely ever spoken to would take such delight in having her bare ass groped by me. I made a mental note to think about it some other time, because I was too busy rubbing and squeezing now.

Ava was mostly silent, obviously focusing on my hand more than the conversation, so for another couple of minutes I answered all the usual questions: "Wasn't Julia jealous?", "Why not?", "What sort of girl was I looking for?" To that question I decided it would've been undiplomatic to say "One with big tits," so I answered with, "I have no predetermined criteria. Any of you might be wonderful for me."

When I had a small pause, I announced, "Hang on a second, I just need to check something with Ava." I bent down to whisper to her, purely so I could get my hand lower. I'd gotten a little bored just playing with her ass, with the honey pot being so close but just out of my reach. Bending down allowed my fingers to slide all the way down her butt crack, over her asshole, and toward my goal - her pussy. My hand was blocked by her legs being too close together, but as soon as Ava realized my hand was being impeded, she spread her legs and I was able to slide my fingers over her pussy. It was already moist. I pulled my hand back a bit, then easily slid my longest finger into her.

I needed to say something as a cover for what my hand was doing, so I whispered, "I saw through all your attempts to trick me this morning, but I am very pleased that you are trying so hard. And I'm thrilled that you're successfully making Carol so happy with you."

Ava was just chanting, "Thank you, thank you, thank you," in time with my finger rhythm. The other girls were talking among themselves, and making enough noise to cover our conversation, but I thought I'd better not keep them waiting too long. Having satisfied my curiosity, I stood upright again, which sadly just left me only able to rub her ass cheeks.

I told the girls around us, "I understand that right after school today one of the Liaisons, Lily Cheng, will be addressing girls who want to know more about this. That's right, isn't it Ava?"

Ava confirmed it was, giving details about exactly where Lily would be.

I resumed, "If you've got more questions, and I definitely hope some of you do, then that meeting should answer a lot of them. If you can't get to that meeting there's going to be another one at lunchtime tomorrow. I'm not sure where."

Ava jumped in with, "Same place as Lily's one."

"Good. Normally if you have any questions, ask Ava, but those meetings will tell you all the basics. I want to talk with Ava for a few minutes alone, so if you'll excuse us ladies." I removed my hand from under her skirt and I nudged Ava down the corridor, repeating to the others, "Excuse us ladies, make way."

The 'ladies' wanted to know if my "I definitely hope some of you do" implied I had some favorites, and if so, who?

I didn't go to 11th grade classes very often, averaging maybe one a week, so I didn't know any of these girls hardly at all. I had some ideas about who were the nicest and least nice, and I certainly knew who were the prettiest, but I didn't want to apply any criteria now. I'd made my comment mostly to encourage them all to join the Liaison process, so I just said, "I don't know you well enough to give a definite opinion, so I don't want to say anything that might discourage someone who might have a good relationship with me. Once the Liaison process is up and going properly, we'll get to know each other better, and that'll be the time to start thinking about preferences. Now, if you'd excuse Ava and me please."

We made our escape, leaving the girls to their discussion about the interesting development of someone else being able to become my girlfriend. I doubted it'd be much of a conversation, because I doubted many 11th grade girls would be interested in me. They hardly knew me. I suspected some of them didn't even know my name. Their interest just now was probably because of the way I was dressed, and once the first few girls had gathered around me, the others had probably done so out of curiosity.

Ava's considerable interest in me was an obvious exception to my belief about the general 11th grade attitude. I was somewhat curious about how she'd come to like me so much. Her letter implied it wasn't just because of my 10k victory, which is what I'd thought when she'd first talked to me in class, but her reason didn't matter much. What mattered the most was that Ava was so obviously very attractive putty in our - mine, Carol's and Julia's - hands. I certainly wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when the horse was so happy to have my hand down her sexy panties (that metaphor didn't work out quite the way I wanted).

Walking down the hallway, and then outside for some privacy, Ava said, "Thank you SO MUCH for touching me, it made me SO happy that I almost made a fool of myself. Especially 'cause I was worried you'd be upset about Conrad talking to me."

#3: <Conrad presumably being the hopeful guy who'd been talking to her when they were leaving the class.>

Ava being a female (I'd checked), I naturally didn't understand her logic, so I asked, "Why are you so thankful, and why would I be upset about Conrad talking to you?"

"Julia told me you weren't interested in my pictures, and that you wouldn't be interested in my body until you liked me. I never expected you to like me so quickly, so it was a wonderful surprise."

Remembering that Ava was supposed to think I was superhumanly smart - as I'd have to be to understand females as well as Julia had told Ava I did - I said, "I understand your thinking now. I didn't know Julia had told you that. Julia knows me well, and was right. The reason I like you so much more now is because of how wonderful you were this morning. You did everything perfectly, from arriving exactly on time, making Carol happy, offering to strip to match the other girls, trying so hard to be bisexual, and many other things. Your personality is what most attracts me to you, and you demonstrated WONDERFUL attitudes this morning. I especially pleased about how Carol responded to you. I really want Carol to be happy, so the more she likes you, the happier I'll be."

"Thanks. I'll try very, very hard. She's a beautiful girl, and I liked touching her and kissing her. She's very sexy and makes me hot for her." Ava was laying it on thick, but that was fine with me regardless of it being unbelievable.

I decided to return the favor, "I'll be VERY interested to hear what Carol tells me tomorrow about how good tonight works out for the three of you. Please, PLEASE make sure you never make Carol unhappy. That'd be a terrible thing because she's vulnerable at the moment and I'd have to put my sister's feelings before mine when it came to keeping you as a girlfriend. If you make her unhappy, I'll have to break up with you, and I don't think I want to do that because you're being so wonderful."

"You're so nice for caring for your sister so much. I'll do my very best for her AND you. I'll be just like Julia: being with you AND Carol."

Somehow I couldn't see Ava being "just like Julia", but she was welcome to try. We were far enough away from the girls we'd left, so I stuck my wet fingers into my mouth, and noisily lick them, "Mmm, tasty!"

Ava giggled, "You like how I taste?"

I hadn't met a pussy yet that I didn't like the taste of, so I could honestly say, "I do. Hopefully tomorrow night I'll get to drink a lot more of you, straight from the source." Rather than get into a conversation about that, I changed the topic to, "Remember my question about Conrad? Why would I be upset about his talking to you?"

Ava answered, "I thought you might not want me talking to another boy. That you might be jealous and want to keep me for your own."

I hadn't given it a thought. My only emotional reaction had been amusement at Conrad's understandable interest, and how he'd been left in her dust when Ava rushed to me. Now that Ava had made me think about it, I still wasn't jealous. It hardly seemed fair for me to be jealous given how many girls I was going to be playing around with soon, many of which Ava would know about, and even be helping arrange for me. My only worry about answering her jealousy point was not in knowing the truth about how I felt, but in whether I should answer truthfully. Maybe Julia would advise me otherwise. I decided to give myself plenty of room for maneuver, "I don't have any jealousy about you, Ava. You're not my girlfriend yet, so it wouldn't be fair for me to be that way. If I feel that way in the future, I'll mention it to you. Until then, don't worry about it." I made a mental note to ask Julia whether I was jealous about Ava talking to other boys. "On that topic, I was also very pleased with you this morning when you didn't react badly when Julia talked about me sleeping with other girls. I was worried that you might get upset. Maybe you'd be jealous of me?"

I could see that Ava didn't know how to say what she was thinking. Suspecting that she was going to be less than truthful, I said, "Simply tell the truth, Ava. Don't worry about what I'll think, because I'll think even worse if you're not totally honest with me."

Ava deflated somewhat, then said, "I was shocked, but Julia had already told me that you were having sex with others. She said you had a threesome last night?"

Ava had turned her statement into a question, so I just nodded. Of course I wasn't going to say it was with Carol, but nodding was fine.

She continued, "But I didn't know about your Liaison idea, and that you'd be sleeping with six of us, and even more girls after that. That shocked me. I was unhappy until I realized that Julia and Carol want you to do that, especially Julia, and she must have good reasons because she's so smart. You even more, because you're a genius. I don't understand it, but I know arguing is stupid because you can have almost any girl you want. I'm just an ordinary girl and I'm very scared about having so much competition, but at least I have a chance.

^-- "I WILL try my hardest. Already I have been far luckier than I deserve by being picked to be a Liaison for you, and somehow you and Julia seem to REALLY like me. Carol too. I don't understand how you can all like me so much, but I will do everything I can think of to make you like me more. I truly want you pick me, even if you have to try all the other girls first."

We didn't have much time left before the next class started. I can be late to classes but Ava can't, so I decided to end the conversation quickly. Ava believed my trying all the other girls was a temporary thing, presumably to be followed by my settling into a normal boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with one of them, and obviously she was hoping that'd be her. I didn't think Julia saw it that way, and I was pretty sure #4 didn't either. There was no merit in raising that issue with Ava now, or possibly ever, so I simply said, "Good girl, Ava. You may not understand all the reasons, but you've made the right decision. Arguing about this would certainly annoy Julia, Carol and me. That'd be a terrible pity, as you're starting to have a wonderful relationship with all of us. We've got to go to our classes now. I just wanted to thank you for being so wonderful this morning. Keep up your wonderful attitudes, and I'm sure good things will happen to you. I've got to go, bye." I decided not to kiss her. Fingering her cunt was fine, but certain things have to be built up to slowly, so I just waved as I started jogging away.

The rest of the school day was uneventful, except I suddenly had an idea that made me kick myself. I was laying out some of my 11th grade work on my desk so I could study it during class, when I had the thought, #1: <What a pity we can't simultaneously study algebra and calculus.>

Then I kicked myself because, of course, I COULD study them at the same time. So much for my supposedly being a genius! If I uncentered, two minds could work on each, doubling my current speed. There wasn't much spare time in Prof's schedule, and I'd been starting to worry about all the imminent sex cutting into my study time so much that it threatened the schedule, so realizing that I could double my studying speed was wonderful. It'd improve all my future college studies and give me more time for sex - ideas don't come much better than that!

The lecture notes often have graphical stuff in them, mostly formulas, which would probably lose too much readability if I shrunk the fonts enough to fit both subjects onto the screen at the same time. Nor would keeping the same font size and two half-sized windows work well, as I need to see the context of what I'm reading. What I'll do is print one of the courses out so I can study one online and the other from paper. If I print a lecture or two out before I go to bed, they'll be ready for me when I started studying, and as I finish each lecture during the study session, I can start a new one printing. Excellent! Now I don't have to worry about lots of sex causing me to let Prof down. He'd made a couple of comments about my needing to keep my priorities straight, so I'll tell him about my new scheme asap, so he can stop worrying about me having sex with so many girls.

When school let out, Julia and I didn't hang around. We left Lily to address however many bottom-tier girls turned up for her mass explanation, while we headed straight to the car. We didn't have time to waste, because Laila's 'payment' for being my Liaison was somewhat tight for time, as Aikido started at 5:45. Fortunately Carol and Donna arrived at the car quickly.

I took them home, ran in to grab some clothes to train in and the Aikido books I needed to return to Sensei, then Julia and I headed to her place.

Laila was waiting outside, as it'd been quicker for her to bike directly here than we'd managed with our side trip. She was looking nervous, so Julia told her, "You're not going to have that look on your face in a few minutes, that's for sure." That didn't noticeably help, but I couldn't think of anything better to say either (what do you say at a time like this?). Julia took Laila's hand and led her into the house and upstairs, chatting all the while about how the other girls at school had reacted during the day.

Once in the bedroom, while I was putting my stuff down and the bag of rubbers into a drawer in the bedside table, Laila nervously said, "I'd better call Mom to say I'll be late." Julia pointed to her bedside phone, and Laila went to use it.

I suspected that Laila was trying to stall, and apparently so did Julia as she told me, "Strip Mark. Let Laila see how fantastic your body is. That should rekindle her enthusiasm." Julia helped herself to the distressingly few buttons that this shirt had, so I started with my belt and fly.

While talking to her mom, Laila watched my unveiling with interest, but also with some trepidation. My shirt came off first, then my shoes and socks. My pants and underwear came down together, and Julia took them away, leaving me standing naked in the center of the room.

"Wow!" exclaimed Laila. Followed by, "I've got to go, Mom. Julia just showed me something amazing." Laila put down the phone.

Julia, returning from taking care of my clothes, said, "I bet you didn't expect Mark to look like that, did you? Especially before he started wearing good clothes today."

Laila exclaimed, "I didn't think ANYBODY looked like that! He's INCREDIBLE."

Julia cut off any more gushing with, "Mark, what time do you have to finish with Laila?"

"Umm, I've got Aikido at 5:45, and need to get there before then to talk with Sensei about something, and I'll need to shower before I go too, so we'll have to stop no later than 5:15."

Julia said, "Laila, you don't have much time. If I was you, I'd be stripping already." Laila didn't move, so Julia added, "Mark, kiss Laila then undress her."

I was reluctant to kiss a girl who wasn't showing enthusiasm for it, but I was even more reluctant to argue with Julia, especially as I remembered Julia's instruction not to start some long-winded, attempt at reassurance. I could too easily imagine that conversation lasting until 5:15, and ending worse than it started. So, without talking, I did what I was told. I walked up to Laila, put my arms around her, and bent to kiss her.

She turned her head away, asking me, "Let me just touch you first, please?"

That seemed like a perfectly reasonable and enjoyable request, so I removed my arms from around her and stood straight. Julia didn't say anything, so I just stood patiently.

Laila put her hands on my chest, and started rubbing them across my body. From my chest, down to my belly, one hand to either side of my waist. Then she took a couple of steps to be most of the way behind me. Her hands slid around while she walked, so one was now on my back and one on my belly. Her back hand slid down to my back side, and started squeezing my butt. I was pleased that Laila was starting to get sexual. So was my cock, an opinion it expressed by getting hard. I also found it rather amusing that just a few hours ago I'd been groping Ava's ass. Karma, I guess.

Julia, who was standing nearby watching us, said, "Mark's got a gorgeous ass, hasn't he?"

"ALL of him is gorgeous. I've never seen a body this good before, never mind touch one."

Laila had been looking at Julia, and when she looked back at me, she'd moved enough to notice my proudly protruding penis's profile.

"Mmm," said Laila, and her forward hand slid down to take me in its grip, rubbing me lightly.

I said, "Mmm" too.

Julia contributed something more intelligent to the conversation, "Laila, Mark is a very, very good lover. You're going to regret wasting this time soon. I suggest you strip and lie on the bed, and let Mark show you what he can do."

Laila had an excellent way of saving time, she knelt in front of me and enveloped my cock with her mouth while she used her hands to unbutton her clothes, undo her shoes, etc. All too soon she stood, stepped out of her shoes, and quickly dropped her clothes onto the floor. In seconds she was naked, grabbing my cock, and pulling it and the rest of me toward the bed. She lay on the bed, on her back, and I climbed on at her feet. We didn't have time for much subtlety, so I moved straight to her pussy. She wasn't wet enough yet, so I put my mouth and fingers to work to stimulate her, paying three total attentions to her responses, to learn them as fast as possible.

Julia moved to the bedside table, removed a couple of rubbers, and put them loose on the top of the table. "Ready for quick use. I'll be in the study, Mark. Have fun you two."

Julia started toward the door. My mouth was otherwise occupied, and Laila beat me to the question. She asked Julia, "I thought you were going to join in, after your talk this morning about wanting threesomes?"

Julia answered, "Another day I'd love to. You've got a lovely body, Laila, and you've been very helpful for Mark and me today, but I want you to have Mark only. I want you to know that everything that's about to happen to you is because of Mark and Mark alone. That way you can honestly tell other girls how good he is."

"I don't normally talk about sex. Do you want me to?"

"Absolutely. Part of a Liaison's job is to encourage other girls to be interested in Mark, which includes telling them how good he is in bed. He can't boast himself because for some reason girls don't believe a guy's telling them how good he at sex, haha. I'll leave you to it. Maybe I'll stick my head in at 5, and perhaps join in for a little play at the end. See you later."

I'd only been lightly caressing Laila's pussy lips while the girls were talking. With Julia's departure I returned to learning about arousing Laila. I haven't seen many pussies, but so far they've all been very different. Not only to look at, but in how their look changes as they become aroused, and especially in what arouses them. They're fascinating, delicious, and a great deal of fun too. We had about 1.5 hours - not long enough for a fuckathon, but long enough to justify spending part of it learning my way around her buttons, starting with the best one.

My main goal wasn't to arouse her, although that was a natural consequence of 'playing around down there'. I'd try something, see how she reacted to it, try something else, she how that affected her, and so on. Her level of arousal climbed and lowered repeatedly, but trended upward. After five minutes of this she asked with a puzzled tone of voice, "What are you doing?"

"Learning your body's reactions, and enjoying myself while I'm in the area. I can see you're enjoying it too, so just lie back and relax."

"You're not doing what people normally do." It was a statement rather than a question, and I was busy, so I didn't answer.

Female bodies are strange things. The exact same movements by me, such as sliding the tip of my tongue up one of her lips and down the other, can have completely different effects when the girl is barely aroused, half-aroused, very aroused, just before her climax, or soon after it. And all of those responses can be different from girl to girl too. It's a silly system, but I'm actually happy that it's so messed up because I figure that it gives me a considerable advantage over other guys. Most of them wouldn't be able to learn their way around their lover's body as well as I can, which would make my performance stand out as better.

[[I had five sources of competitive advantage, a term I learned from my business degree, but that's later: (1) Having three active minds concentrating on observing the girls' responses. (2) My proximity sense gave me some information. Not much at this point in my autobiography, but enough that I could move gracefully with the girl. (3) I was a wimp. The girls' pleasure was considerably more important to me than my own, so I devoted all my time to making her happy. (4) Effectively infinite endurance, somehow. (5) Go-softs, without which none of the previous reasons would've mattered, as the sex wouldn't last more than a couple of minutes. Every one of those five factors was a considerable help. Infinite endurance and go-softs have obvious advantages, but even the least seeming advantage - my being graceful - was surprisingly effective: I avoid the clumsiness of two bodies trying to synchronize their various changing positions and movements; my gracefulness was impressive in itself; and it also implied that I'd had a considerable amount of prior sexual experience from many other girls, instinctively raising the current girl's estimation of my desirability.]]