Chapter 202: Old Friends

I’m glad that she has a boyfriend that understands her and isn’t someone being a gold digger or pretending to like her just to get laid.

April wasn’t very happy with me when I left to go back to the clinic, but she accepted it on some level.

When I got to Paula’s room, I found she was already sound asleep even thought it was only seven at night.

“She wore herself out physically and mentally,” Steve told me. “I have been hesitant to pull her out of here to let her recover at home. This weekend with her made me know she needs to be home. I’ve already reached out to my peers in the physical therapy research world. They will have three live-in women who will work Paula’s body to the point of exhaustion anytime she has the energy to do more than get to the bathroom under her own power. Our shared friend cautioned against any forms of rapid relearning until she is showing that her brain is working as expected. He provided access to an extensive database of research regarding the pace of the relearning compared to beneficial effects on the patient. He has reviewed her progress already. As of now he said she is doing very well at setting her own pace. Being at home this past weekend allowed her to progress at a faster pace than in the clinic. It follows along with his own research data. Home is familiar to the patients. Having various loved and cherished items around her triggers something which makes them try hard to remember when an item feels familiar.”

We went over the things he had planned for her and asked that I come to visit her at their home from time to time. He did caution me that Paula had begun to ask questions about her body, why things felt good when she rubbed various places, and then on Saturday night she got her period. That wasn’t something he had considered that he would have to teach her about. By the time they got up in the morning she had remembered how to take care of those needs, even if she was still unclear about why she had a period, exactly how someone makes a baby, and why that was making her bleed between her legs.

Steve then told me, “It was amazing seeing her go into the playroom that she hasn’t been in since she was ten. We have one wall filled with the hundreds of books from board books to novels appropriate for middle school kids. She started at the bottom and worked her way up. Some of the books she read out loud as she was figuring out the words. Others did something to trigger her memories of that book so that she was able to recite it from her memory. If not for her period, and inability to stay awake after a big dinner and hot shower, she wouldn’t have gotten any rest. Don’t go disappearing for months at a time, though. I expect that it won’t be very long before her fantasies of being intimate with you are going to need to become reality.”

Yeah, I could see that happening easily. I’m just not sure she will want to go there for a while still.

By noon the therapists, as well as everyone else who wanted to find a way to bill Steve for her care, had come by to sign off on her discharge paperwork. She gave me a hug before they wheeled her away. I went to check Jill’s room and found they discharged her over the weekend. With her vision back, she could recover at home without everyone worrying about het busting her ass trying to get around on crutches.

I spent the rest of the week having sex with Molly and taking care of April. My brother and sister liked me holding them but didn’t seem to have any real clue who I was to them.

Can I really expect them to know who I am when I have only been around them a week?

On Monday I had to go to school to prove I knew more than they did.

“Are you sure you’re ready for the tests on Monday,” Mom asked as she was breast feeding both of her babies at the same time. “I know you’re very smart, but you didn’t actually attend the classes or do the homework.”

I smiled as I told my mom, “As much as I wanted, I couldn’t hold Paula’s hand the entire time I was at the hospital. The other girls spent the first months drugged up and sedated to keep their broken bones still while they healed enough that they wouldn’t hurt themselves moving around. Even then, they were only awake long enough to eat and walk with me. I can only jack off so many times before it gets old. I had to do something or go insane. My body isn’t the only thing that benefitted from all the free time. Monday they will see how ineffective their methods of teaching are these days. I learned three years of high school in the free time when I wasn’t working out. I’m sure I could ace the tests in every AP subject they teach and get a lot of credits before I even start to look at where to go to college.”

Mom gave me a big hug and told me how proud of me she was by sticking by Paula even when no one knew if she was going to live or die after the accident.

It sucks I can’t tell her how I’m the one that put her back together. I don’t want anything to cause her, dad, or the babies to ever be in any danger because of me.

As I already suspected, they couldn’t compete their testing in a single day. I got a schedule that showed me doing their rounds of testing through Thursday. Friday I was taking both the SAT and ACT.

I’m probably going to be the only kid the school still here on the Friday before Spring Break.

Molly was very delighted to pick clothes for me that were tight in all the right places, without constricting my movements. There was no question about the size of my dick or how ripped I was now. Dolly joking that I’m bigger than most of the football players, and it was all muscle, turned out to be truer than she knew.

When I was returning to take the tests schedule for second period, the football coach was walking out of the office. The school was so into football that they “evaluated” new students who were good football prospects. He hadn’t interviewed me, so he didn’t recognize me.

“Good morning. I don’t believe we have met,” he started saying. “I’m the coach for the varsity football team and you look like someone who could really do very well in our athletics program. With your size I’m sure you will be a starter next year. I have cafeteria duty every day. Do you mind swinging by so we can talk about what position you think you would be interesting in trying out for next year?”

He kept trying to do a hard sell and I let him go until he finally decided to shut up so I could answer some of his questions.

I smiled as I said, “Thanks for the offer coach, but I don’t think I would be a good fit. I’m sure Martin still has plenty of buddies on the football team. I’m sure at least some will be dumb enough for Martin to convince that they can succeed where he failed. I spent more time on martial arts than I did working. No team can be effective when they are afraid of someone they once bullied. Plus, I don’t plan to come back here next year.”

I’m sure he gets left speechless a lot. How often does he look like a fish out of water when doing it?

I had a blast hanging out with the lesbian lunch group. Shallow, straight girls assumed that me hanging with lesbians and my long hair had turned me queer, or became a monk, while I was away. Others were trying to figure out exactly what was going on now. It became obvious that the lesbian girls around me had wet spots and rock-hard nipples. I was making lesbian girls horny. Observant kids, who know what to look for, would notice the girls caressing my hands, legs, chest, and gently running their fingers through my baby-soft long hair.

Right before lunch finished on Thursday some of the lesbian girls insisted that they were going to see my dick. As a group we headed toward the large girl’s bathroom off the cafeteria. Eyes followed us to see if I was going to wait outside the door. While few kids smoked at our school, now that they could vape, before it was easy to get vaping supplies, kids snuck into the bathrooms to smoke. As a result, a teacher sat outside the bathrooms. One of the assistant football couches had the girl’s bathroom today.

“Whoa buddy,” he said stopping me from going into the girl’s bathroom. “I don’t care if every female in this school is on some magic list to let into their panties. The women’s bathroom is off limits.”

Time to blow your mind, moron.

“You’ve seen me at lunch every day this week. Have I hung out with any straight girls? I’ve been out of school for so long I haven’t heard any rumors about girls wanting to go that far with me. Got any names? Seriously coach. You think I would hang with out-of-the-closet lesbians if there was some horde of straight girls wanting to do with me what you said?” I left that questing hanging out there for the few seconds it took him to process. “Look at my hair. How many guys you know that can braid their own hair, or braid it as nicely as I have mine? How do you know I’m not transgendered? We both know the school board prudes would never even build a unisex bathroom that transgendered males and females could use.”

The gears in your brain go grind, grind, grind...

I didn’t wait for his answer. I continued into the women’s bathroom. If he hadn’t been stuck trying to figure out how to tell if I was transgendered, he would have noticed the large number of girls who were walking past him into the bathroom.

I knew the girls need more space because of the toilets, but I think this bathroom must have been two bathrooms at some point. It has twenty stalls, twelve sinks and six long couches.

As soon as we were inside, the lesbians had my pants and underwear around my ankles. By the time some girl was checking out my dick three others had pulled my shirt off. I was surprised when the most vocal lesbians, who tells everyone about her hate of all males, dropped to her knees to take my dick into her mouth. She sucked it like a pro as she deepthroated my dick until I was as hard as my dick gets. Up until now her hands had hidden my dick from everyone’s view. When she let me pop free of her mouth my dick aimed up at the ceiling. The growing crowd of girls around us all moved to where they could get a good look.

The lesbian was quickly naked below the waist, pulled my hand to her soaked pussy and said, “Shit David! I now wish I had better psychologists and therapists that were worth a shit. They’ve not done a thing to help me work through my anger issues at any human with a penis. If it wouldn’t really fuck me up, even more than I am now, I would bend over that sink so you can show me what it is like being with a guy that gives a shit about the woman getting off before busting a nut. My pussy never got wet, not even once, when I was being molested and raped by whoever paid my bastard father and cunt of a mother to fuck me before they got caught.”

I didn’t even need to push any orgasm energy into her. From what I felt coming off her, she would keep making more as she came hard. I ignored the hands on my dick as I expertly strummed her magic button to bring her off. I just barely managed to get my arm under hers when her legs turned to rubber. Doing the pants around my ankles shuffle, I got her moved over to one of the couches.

I used the place in my head to find the nearest girl that had a pad with her. Before she even felt that I had gotten it from her, I was asking if I could have it. She only nodded.

I went to the girl I had put on the couch, got the pad in her panties before I pulled them, and her jeans as far up her legs as I could with her seated. I moved to get her arms over my shoulders to finish getting her dressed. Once she rested against the couch, they pulled me over to where girls could checkout my dick and body again.

A few of the girls pulled their panties off from under their dresses or skirts before trying to get my dick close enough to push it to fuck themselves. The closest they got was my using the place in my head to make them cum when I slid my finger over the man in the boat. I don’t know how many jacked on my dick, kissed the head, or sucked on an inch or two before someone else took their turn. Somehow, I knew the bell was going to ring in two minutes and dressed again. With my dick about half hard I was able to aim it down one leg of my jeans.

I bet those girls rushing to the stalls aren’t going in there only to pee.

I was going to leave the women’s bathroom when the lesbian girl who has sucked me hard guided me to the back corner away from the door. We were the only ones in here by the time the second bell rang. Soon there was the sound of someone walking through the bathroom checking out the stalls. I used the place in my head to make whoever it was needed to shit badly. Since teachers can’t use the student bathrooms, they rushed off. There was the distinctive click of the bathroom door autolocking when it closed after the teacher left.

“That was Mrs. Crankcase. I have study hall this period and she is the study hall teacher this period. We have at least ten minutes before she will let anyone in here,” the lesbian girl, who told me to call her Corky, told me. “I need your dick. I heard about it all last year and wanted it then, but I wasn’t ready in my head. I’m still not sure I am, but damn it, I need to have a dick inside me. You know how to use your big cock. Probably the worst time of the month to have sex too, but I really want to feel you pumping a load in me if you can get there quickly.”

I’m not sure she needs to get screwed but only she will know if it helped her get over whatever happened to her when she younger.

We moved into one of the handicapped stalls and dropped our pants. Corky got a good hold on the safety bars and I lined my dick up. I didn’t know what exactly to expect when I pushed into her. When I slid balls deep without any trouble, she told me she owns a double-ended dildo that was as close to the circumference of my dick as she could find. She used it with her girlfriends as one of them pretended to be me.

As wet as she was, it didn’t take long for us to get going hard and fast. Fortunately for her she came very easily and often. I didn’t worry about getting her pregnant. The place in my head was already putting sperm into my precum and swimming toward the egg in her fallopian tubes. Before I pulled my half-hard dick out of her, I had killed all my sperm inside her and vaporized her egg.

Not this time. No matter why the place in my head made me cum inside her. she isn’t getting pregnant. She doesn’t need that to go with her other issues.

We cleaned up and dressed before the study hall teacher made it back.

It was obvious that Corky had been well fucked, versus just eaten and fingered, but when we left the bathroom she went to her locker and I went back to my testing.

Friday, I got a lot of appraising looks, which apparently annoyed the shit out of the new heartthrob. I went in to take my SAT. They made sure that I wasn’t going to be able to sit in the cafeteria with anyone today. I had an hour before I took the ACT so grabbed a burger off campus.

“We will let you know the results of your high school exams after Spring Break,” the new asshole assistant principal told me.

I shrugged and said, “You can just email them to me, call my parents with the results or even put a stamp on them to send them the old-fashioned way. I really don’t care either way. I’m sure I can get into any college of my choice anywhere in the world, if I wanted to go to college at fifteen. I don’t really want to start college right now, but I’m not coming back to high school either. I’ve learned more on my own and many times faster than the school can teach most students in three years. Why else would the school have given me every test in every subject you offer, except for the vocational classes? The AP tests weren’t even a challenge. If you know my history, then you know I really don’t care about the social part of high school.”

Screw him. He is an ass. The school tests were graded minutes after I took them. Both the ACT and SAT went with the test administrators who proctor exams for those respective companies. He can’t do anything about those either.

“In that case you are expelled,” he said with all bluster and no authority.

I got close as I could to being up in his face to say, “Sorry sir, you don’t have the authority to do more than give me in-school suspension. As I said, I learned a lot while I was away. Anything more severe requires the principal and we both know that is political suicide for him. Get off your fake, unempowered power-trip already. I can tell that you don’t even know who it is your expelling anyway. If you did...

Fuck you dick. Can’t you even bother to find out who you are threatening? The union lawyers would throw you under the bus rather than getting another black eye by trying to defend a junior principal where I am involved.

I got home about an hour after mom and dad. They weren’t happy at all about this testing going until Friday. The dick principal had mom really pissed until I had them rolling as I told them how I shut him down.

“Molly and Dolly are great with the babies David. April seems to be bonding well with Molly now. You’ve put your entire life on hold making sure Paula, Trudy, Crystal, and Annie knew someone that loved them was there for them in that hospital. Their bodies still will take time to heal fully to be where they were before the accident. Paula’s incredibly smart. Steve said she has spent the week devouring the books in her playroom. I’m sure she will refill that brain of hers in no time,” dad told me. “You’re to go upstairs, pack a bag, and go find a beach somewhere to enjoy Spring Break. I expect the self-elevated bureaucrats will drag this out for a few weeks at least. We will let them know you are taking an extended vacation. Take a few weeks or even a month. You’ve long since shown you’re a man in a fifteen-year-old’s body. April will be fine. She is in good hands.”

Now that isn’t something any teenager expects to hear from their parents. Go have some fun, take as long as you want, and all that jazz. Everything is cool now anyway, so why the heck not?

Before something else came up to distract me away from having some fun, I dug through my closet and dresser to make sure I have plenty of outfits that matched what Camden had picked out for me. To fit in wherever I might end up I put in generic high-school, college, and kid clothes too.

I like that I don’t even have to worry about needing to try them on to see if they fit properly. How they do that, I’m not even going to try to guess.

The bag I picked had just enough room for the big bag of my-sized rubbers. They looked like regular ones, but were large-sized without anything, not even a serial number, printed on them. I was about to leave my room when the computer dinged.

A chat window popped up. I knew it wasn’t the man in the machine because he would have pinged the implant wired directly into a specific part of my brain. One that I wasn’t using for anything.

“David, I have a great place for you to go let off some steam. Someone has been searching hard to find Darren so they can invite him to come to the exclusive spring vacation spot this year. The search traced back to someone honestly wanting you to come hang out with them again this year. You’re not going to need to know the location because you will be meeting up with another party first,” the message said. “Bring your laptop, two of the TB-size SSD thumb drivers in your desk drawer, and passports waiting beside the printer.”

That is a bit odd. The man in the machine hasn’t said anything to me, but he wouldn’t let someone just contact me like this, would he? Did whoever this was have some mad skills that even he couldn’t detect? Oh, what the heck? I can’t wait for Bambi to get a look at me. She’s going to want my dick fucking the living shit out of her, bareback.

On the drive to the airport I got details telling me that if I decided not to go the resort with the person, I was meeting, they would provide the coordinates for me to get there on my own. I didn’t even have to meet with the person, it was just a suggestion. If I skipped the meet-up the person would be none the wiser.

I only planned to get an unaccompanied minor coach ticket to wherever in the world I was going to meet whoever I should meet before going to the resort. My phone beeped with the airline’s app up showing a barcode to get me a boarding pass. If I wasn’t minor, I would have been able to go right to the gate. While I waited to get to the kiosk, I noted that I had airline miles for all the locations Darren’s passport showed he had visited, including the trip with Molly.

Might as well use those to bump me up to first class. I seem to be a Zirconia Uber Miler.

To keep from there being any possible cross overs between Darren and I, I only had his passport, international driver’s license, and unlimited-high wealth status credit cards. Well I also had ten thousand in cash as well as a regular debit card. While I continued to wait for a free kiosk, I checked out my passport and driver’s license. Both had my current height, weight, hair color, and all the other pertinent data. My phone popped up a message that my passport was special. It wasn’t issued by any country, which wasn’t supposed to happen, or even be possible. Instead of a country it had a special code that told the computer systems, and when verified by analogue means, that I could to enter the country.

Probable doesn’t hurt that the code also means to leave me the fuck alone, or they won’t get time to find out about the “or else.”

My international driver’s license was issued by a small island nation, very similar to that where I had my LLC created. From a quick Giggle Navigator satellite view of the island, it was only big enough to have a generator, some wind turbines, and embassy that housed small, highly secured offices for every country who had in interest in having an office in such a location. The driving test could only have consisted of driving around the perimeter of the building as that was the only paved area on the island. Evidently these offices existed for having above-board meetings away from prying eyes and ears.

All that time waiting to get to kiosk only to find my ticket cancelled. Where the heck is that desk it told me to go to?

When I got to the private plane desk, they ushered me right through a set of doors, bypassed security, and passport checks. In fact, no one looked at us twice as we got onto what looked like a G5 from the outside. Once in the air it behaved like one of the silent planes that I’ve gotten used to transporting me to my destination faster than I could get there via any other means. Where they dropped me off looked like someone had started building a four-lane highway and stopped just after having packed the ground down. All around it looked like an overgrown field no one had come to in a decade or more. They let me out with my luggage and left.

At least they gave me some sort of silenced submachinegun and handgun.

My custom pair of man-in-the-machine sunglasses lit up to show me the correct path to take. Like the plane that flew me here, the foliage around was synthetic. The entire area was expertly faked. The best I could tell, we were somewhere south of the Mediterranean Sea, but not in a dessert or the Middle East.