Double Take
Chapter 34
“Contemplate the marvel that is existence, and rejoice that you are able to do so.”
—Ted Chiang, Stories of Your Life and Others
“I DIDN’T THINK you’d do so much work on a date night!” Beca exclaimed when she looked over the brief outline I’d created. “I didn’t do anything.” Our little girlfriend was sitting on Joan’s lap being hugged close as she read the single sheet I’d created that morning. I didn’t think it was all that big a deal. It just had an intro and three main points along with an explanation of what was to be seen in the animations for each of the three points. I’d done enough engineering presentations to be comfortable making an outline that hit what I wanted the audience to focus on.
“Yeah, nice,” Rachel said. “Simple, concise. We must not have worn you out last night.”
“Last night I was done in,” I laughed. “But when I woke this morning, just thinking of you gave me energy.” The girls laughed, but it was true. The fact that I used up a bit of that energy jacking off before I started writing the outline went unmentioned.
“So, now we just need to choose the video to use as our demo,” Beca said. “And write, of course. There will be lots of writing.”
“It should be easier to choose the video now,” Joan said. “We know what we want to illustrate and just need one to illustrate each thing.”
“I thought we were just going to use one video to illustrate everything,” I said. “We don’t want to create extra work for you, Joan.”
“I’m using it as my final project for art,” Joan said. “It’s not like I’m not getting any credit. I expect what I submit for art will have somewhat more… uh… dynamic graphics added in. Those wouldn’t help your project. But, what I figured was that I could layer some things if we wanted to use different videos. Choose the video that best illustrates which point you want and I’ll layer one over the other. Like you might want a Friday video for the food and resources flow since so many people attack the lunch line on Fridays.”
“You’re so sweet,” Beca said, smooching Joan. She didn’t let it linger, but we could all see the spark between the two.
We set to work reviewing specific videos based on our notes from watching all of them. It didn’t take nearly as long to make the selection and label them as I expected it would. With the outline in hand, we could eliminate videos just based on blah notes. Then we watched the remaining dozen at about four times speed to make the final choices. When we finished, we all kissed for a bit and headed home. I was surprised that Beca pushed me into the back seat of Rachel’s Yaris. I figured she’d be staying with Joan for a while.
“Jacob, you’ll treat Joan nicely, won’t you?” she asked, taking my hand. “She’s really special.”
“Of course I will,” I said. “If she’s even interested in me taking her to prom when the time comes. The bulletin she showed me about decorum for prom was pretty specific about the fact that same sex couples would be welcome and cross-dressing was not to be an issue. Harassment would be met with immediate ejection from the event. I’m betting she’ll ask you.”
“I’m glad you read it, but I can’t give her what she wants after prom.”
I looked at my little lesbian girlfriend and put my arm around her shoulders.
“Maybe we should both take her,” I whispered.
“Not this time. I’m… uh… not ready.”
“Well, it isn’t an issue for a while, anyway.”
“It might be.”
“What?”
“She’s going to troll on Monday again.”
“She is?”
“And she expects you to take the bait.”
“Oh, wow!”
I spent the rest of the weekend trying to imagine what sexy outfit Joan would wear to school on Monday to troll me. I wasn’t expecting what I saw.
I was sitting nervously at lunch with Beca on one side and Rachel on the other, waiting. Desi squeezed in next to Beca so we were all facing the usual target location. I remembered the first day I was at school and Beca sat beside me, pointing her out in a short skirt and tight blouse. I was about halfway through my yogurt when Joan showed up, strolling casually around the tables to give everyone a good look. I wasn’t expecting this.
Anime was really popular and the girls had wasted no time getting me hooked on it. I’d spent a few hours—a lot of hours late at night—watching Inuyashi, Bleach, Kakegurui, Kill la Kill, Saiki K, and Detention. If you were to believe Japanese anime, all schoolgirls in Japan wore some kind of little sailor suit as a school uniform. I’d even dabbled a bit with Sailor Moon. It was something I’d expect from cosplaying Desi, but Joan did just fine. She even had red boots that came up over her knees and had hair extensions that gave her long ponytails that hung below her shoulders.
I suppose Desi would have shown more cleavage but she couldn’t have stayed in school with a skirt that was any shorter. I saw a pair of matching blue panties as Joan sat and crossed her legs directly in front of me. Guys practically lined up to talk to her. It’s funny, but the girls in our school seemed to be really into sexy cosplay. About the only boys who dressed up in costumes were really geeky guys who probably couldn’t get a date anyway. It didn’t stop one guy dressed in a cape and top hat from giving her a try.
“If you don’t get up and take the bait soon, I’m going to go claim a second week,” Beca said, interrupting my mesmerized gaze at our girlfriend.
“Uh… Yeah… I better…” I stood and stumbled over to her. “Hi,” I said when I’d nudged another guy out of the way. He took the hint when Joan ignored him with a flick of her fingers and fixed her eyes on me. “I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here by yourself. I mean, everybody noticed you but you’re sitting right in front of me, so I couldn’t help…”
“Really? What did you notice,” she said coyly.
“Um… oh. Well, the sparkle in your eyes,” I said gallantly. “You have really pretty blue eyes.”
“I flashed my panties at you and you noticed my eyes?”
“Yeah… Well… um… first.”
“So, you did notice the panties?”
“I wouldn’t have imagined you as one to wear blue striped cotton panties. I pictured you as a silk girl.”
“Maybe. Sometimes.”
“I’d like to take you out Friday night. Um… If you’re interested.”
“I hope you can think up something to do where I can wear my new little sailor suit,” she said. The bell rang and people started to move to sixth period classes. She reached up and gave me a little kiss before heading toward the door. “See you at lunch tomorrow,” she said as she left.
“You really played the hopeless star-struck boy,” Rachel laughed when she caught up with me on the way to Geometry. “Nice role-playing.”
“Role-playing?” I said. “Did you see her? Wow!”
Rachel smirked at me as we settled for class.
I expected Joan to wear tight jeans and sit at our table to tease on Tuesday. I wasn’t expecting another, slightly different sailor costume and a blue anime wig hiding her blonde hair. It took a minute before I realized I was staring at Joan.
“Uh oh. Everybody thinks you were shot down,” Beca giggled. “Better go renew your claim.” I was a little more confident this time but it had been impossible not to notice the flash of bright red panties that matched her red sailor skirt this time. She wore strappy black sandals with this outfit.
“Hey sparkly-eyes,” I said as I sat next to her. “I hope you’re looking forward to our date Friday night.”
“What are we going to do?” she asked, breathing in my ear.
“Oh… uh… It’s a surprise.” It sure would be. I had no idea yet what we’d be doing. I needed to come up with something, though. She was sure setting a theme.
“I love surprises! Will you have a lot of them for me?”
“Yeah, sure. A few anyway. We’ll have fun.” She wiggled closer to me, even though we were facing opposite directions. We chatted about nothing in particular while we ate our lunches until the bell rang for the end of lunch.
She gave me a little kiss and said, “See you at lunch tomorrow.”
Rachel caught up to me a few steps later and touched my cheek.
“Does that hurt?”
“You touching my cheek?”
“No. The hook sticking through it.”
Francie was waiting in the car with Em after school and just started giggling when she saw me. She practically dragged me to my bedroom when we got home and pulled my pants down before we were all the way in the room. She had my cock out and in her mouth, trying to swallow me all the way down.
“Oh, God, Francie! I won’t last long.”
“I know. Give me a load. I want you to be able to last longer in my pussy.”
I gave it to her. I was still leaning against the door with my jeans around my ankles trying to catch my breath when she was naked and on the bed with her arms resting against the wall at the head.
“I need it bad, Jacob. Please?” I might have started to flag, but looking at Francie’s butt sticking out at me changed the direction. I stripped out of my clothes and got on the bed behind her, kissing my way down her back and reaching under to tickle at her clit. She was already wet and ready and begged for me to just put it in her and make her come. I did my best. Reaching around her in this position I could hardly reach her clit with her big tummy. I realized she could hardly reach it herself and immediately started to play with her so she could get her cookies. Her hips were bucking back into me and even though I’d come a few minutes before, I didn’t last past the contractions in her pussy when she came a few minutes later.
“Oh, Francie. No matter that you’re carrying this watermelon around, you are still the hottest thing on two legs.”
“As hot as that girl who’s been teasing you at school?” she said coyly.
“She might have started the engine, but the car is parked in your garage,” I said.
“Move it to the other stall and do it again, Jacob. Here.” She gave me the tube of lube and I got the message.
It wasn’t unheard of for V1 to go twice in a row in my younger years, if my partner was willing. But three times without stopping was a new experience. Nonetheless, I was plenty hard enough to slide into her well-greased butthole and ride her through another one. Francie handed me a vibrator and I maneuvered it to her clit. She managed two more before I exhausted myself shooting into her bowels. This time, there was no question about me being able to continue. I was soft and sliding out of her bottom as the last pulse weakly fired.
“Wow! You can’t blame me for being hot to go when you explode with a touch!” I said. “Francie, you are girl wonder!”
“I read on the Internet that multiple orgasms can induce labor. I don’t think they did anything but make me forget about it.”
“Well, we’ll just have to keep trying.”
“I have to douche tomorrow morning. I have a doctor’s appointment in the afternoon and I don’t want your sperm leaking out when she pushes a speculum up my twat.”
“It’s about to happen, isn’t it, Francie,” I said, gently stroking her tummy. I felt the baby kick.
“I’m due in two weeks. I might not be able to do this again for a while,” she said, burying her nose in my chest. Both hairs tickled her.
“I’ll still massage you,” I said. “I understand you’re sore and tired. If I can make it better or easier, I will.”
“You’re such a love, Jacob. Thank you.”
Wednesday was no better—or should I say worse—than Tuesday. Not only did Joan wear a little sailor suit—yellow this time—but Beca did, too.
“Fuck! Now what kind of a message are you trying to send, little girl?” I asked. “Don’t you know what that flash of little yellow panties does to a guy?”
“I didn’t flash you. I sat demurely beside you with your best girl on your left. Rachel, did I do anything to incite this boy?”
“Well, you know what the fucking courts say,” Rachel responded. “With the way she was dressed, she was just asking for it. You should have ‘I’m not asking for anything!’ embroidered on your panties.”
“I think Joan has a wet spot on hers,” Desi succinctly said as our girlfriend took up her position across from us. I moved immediately.
“Hello, sparkles,” I said as I cut off two other guys headed toward her. “I love the big yellow bow and tennis shoes.”
“You noticed! What are we going to do Friday night?”
“Still a secret, but you can do it in your cute little sailor suit.” In fact, it was still a secret from me. I had no idea. “Um… about our date, Joan. Do you want to meet me there or shall I come over so we can catch a bus together?” She scowled at me.
“I’ll drive, dork. You’d better be thinking up how you are going to transport me to the prom. I’m not riding the bus.”
“Right. I’ll get back to you about that. It’s the big disadvantage about dating a younger guy, you know.”
When the bell rang, Beca bounced up to Joan and the two of them walked down the hall with their little skirts swaying.
“I’m taking notes, you know?” Rachel said as she gave me a quick kiss before we went into Geometry class.
I don’t think V1 had ever seen someone kiss, including my parents, before I was twenty. Some of the letter guys made a big deal about pinning a girl to the lockers, but they never actually touched her. It was all about ‘putting the moves on her.’ Not only was I kissing four different girls at various times in school, I saw a couple of heavy-duty make-out sessions in progress when I walked toward lunch. But for most people, a quick kiss and holding hands or having arms around each other were common forms of communication in the school halls. A lot of them weren’t even in a relationship, so to speak. A quick kiss was just a way of saying hello or goodbye. For me, even a quick kiss got immediate interest from areas down south. I had the mind of a dirty old man and the response time of a fifteen-year-old boy. I was sure everyone who saw me thought I was a pervert.
#MeToo
Thursday, Beca was back in her jeans, albeit the form fitting ones rather than the baggies. Desi and Rachel, though… Oh, fuck! They did their best to distract me while Beca watched for Joan to come into the cafeteria, this time wearing an all-white ensemble, including thigh-high patent leather boots. I was a goner and even though it was a pain to leave a pink-clad Rachel school girl and a black-clad Desi school girl, I hustled over to Joan to claim my date rights. At least I finally had an idea what I was going to do with her Friday night. In fact, several ideas.
I was exhausted from being teased when I got home Thursday night. Rachel had sat next to me in Geometry doing her best to entice me with flashes of her pink panties.
But Francie was miserable.
“I just want it to be over!” she cried as I massaged her lower back. “And my stupid doctor says it’s all up to me now. If I haven’t started by my due date, they’ll induce labor. The baby’s ripe and could be plucked any time.”
“Really?” I asked. I’d been through childbirth twice before with Rebecca, my first wife. I knew a thing or two. “Is the little imp ready?”
“Doctor did an ultrasound and he’s dropped into position. I can’t go without peeing for fifteen minutes.”
“Well, let me see if I can ease the stress a little,” I said.
I’d learned how to massage in order to flush the toxins from the lymph nodes during Rebecca’s pregnancy. After about fifteen minutes, Francie had to get up and go to the bathroom. But I’d also learned there were specific pressure points on the ankles and lower legs that could trigger the start of labor. I’d never have considered touching them if Francie hadn’t been so adamant about her doctor saying everything was ready. I went to work.
About ten minutes into the massage of her lower legs, the first cramp hit. I soothed Francie as she recovered.
“Baby must not have liked the taco I had for lunch,” she joked. “Damn, that hurt. I didn’t fart, did I?”
“No. I think you just had a little cramp. Probably a bad position for you. Let me get you another pillow.” I positioned the pillow between her knees as she rolled to her side and then went back to work on her feet. Eventually, I reached her ankles again and a minute later she was hit with a contraction.
This continued for nearly half an hour before a contraction hit without me triggering the spot. She whined through the cramp, making enough noise that Em came rushing into the room.
“Is he hurting you?”
“No. I’ve got really bad gas.”
“Yeah,” I offered. “She’s been getting a cramp about every ten minutes or so.”
“Cramps ten minutes apart?” Em asked. Francie seized up again, complaining loudly.
“Maybe five minutes,” I suggested.
“J, get towels! If her water breaks, she’ll soak your bed. Francie, baby, you’re in labor!”
“What? Labor? This? Oh shit! OWW!” Em held Francie’s hand and efficiently flicked the stopwatch on her cellphone with the other. I went to get the towels and came back to get a couple under Francie’s butt. Now that everyone knew what was going on, I covered Francie with a sheet for modesty. A few minutes later, another cramp hit.
“Yep. Seven minutes apart. Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got your spare bag in my room. J, hold Francine’s hand for a few minutes. I hope you didn’t slop up her vagina with sperm!”
“No! He was just giving me a massage,” Francie complained. Em headed to her room and brought Francie’s hospital bag and a tracksuit.
“Okay, J. You’re finished here. Go start my car and turn the heat up full blast. Take some towels to spread on the seat; her water hasn’t broken yet. I’ll get her dressed and we’ll be out in a jiffy. Here; take her bag to the car, too.”
I was dismissed. And a little peeved about that. When they got out to the car, I helped get Francie in the front seat on the towels and started to get in back.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Em asked.
“Uh… going to the hospital?” I suggested.
“Not on your life. Someone has to be here when Pey gets home. And there won’t be anything for you to do at the hospital. I’m registered as her birth coach and took all the classes with her. Now go!”
I stood on the porch watching Em carefully pull out of the drive. I wasn’t the father, but I felt very close to Francie and regretted not being able to be with her for the birth of her baby. But in a very real way, the baby’s birth was also the sign of the end of our relationship. We’d both been preparing for that but I found that as I picked up my guitar in my room, tears were falling from my eyes.
END PART III
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