Double Time
Chapter 56
“Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”
—Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
18 AUGUST 2019
What a weird day. All my girlfriends had their own quirky little needs. There was Joan eating Rachel to an orgasm while the two lay on my lap. Then Brittany using my finger to trace her nipple and down between her legs, then suggesting that the two of us should do her aunt this winter. And my surprising little Beca who just crawled into my lap and went to sleep for ten minutes before lazily lifting her lips to me and guiding my hand under her shirt. That might have been the most relaxed sexy kiss I’ve ever had.
Thank God that Rachel took mercy on me. We drove Brittany home and then headed to Eagle Marsh where we got in the back seat of her car and had sex for nearly two hours. Our girlfriends had us both so turned on that we just wanted to fuck again and again.
I wonder if Beca and Joan got up to anything after we left. Damn. If I keep thinking like that, I’ll have to jerk off again before I go running this morning.
Livy pulled up outside my house in her Wrangler at exactly six o’clock. There was a little chill in the air as the temps got into the low sixties that night and the open sides and top let the wind whistle around us. By sunrise we’d be warming up and ready to run. We’d heat up fast once we hit the trail.
“Coffee?” I asked. I had a thermos with me and held out a cup.
“Oh, yeah. Not too much, though. I’ll have to stop and pee along the trail.”
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to do that on my runs in the morning. I can’t help drinking a cup before I head out.”
“Well, it’s a little easier for a guy, but as long as it’s just the two of us running, I’ll survive nature’s call. You can stand guard for me.”
Fortunately, the cross country trail in Huntington is set up to host a lot of runners for competitions and there are a dozen port-a-potties in the parking area. We used them, did some stretches and warmed up. I pulled off my sweats and tossed them in the Jeep and turned to Livy. She’d done the same thing.
Holy shit. She was tightening her ponytail and with her hands over her head it stretched her torso. There are uniform rules in high school athletics and for track and field, including cross country, you have to wear a top and bottom or singlet that does not leave a bare midriff. No French cut or bikini bottoms. We had the same rules for practice at school.
But we weren’t at school. We were running on our own. Livy’s outfit consisted of a yellow sports bra top and turquoise short shorts worn about five inches below her navel. I was partial to my New Balance running shoes but Livy had a pair of bright orange Sauconys. Blonde, yellow, turquoise, orange. It would be impossible for me to lose sight of her even if I could ever tear my eyes away from her tight stomach and ass.
“If I fall again, don’t bother to stop and pick me up. I’ll just die where I land,” I said.
“What? Oh. Um… I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“I don’t. It’s just going to be hard to keep my mind on running and not on the runner ahead of me.”
“This trail is plenty wide. We should be able to run side-by-side. I recommend we use a gentle tempo since this is our first time on a 10k. We need to experiment with the distance and find out how our bodies react to it rather than taking off at a 5k swing tempo and running out of gas after six. What do you think?”
“I’ll let you set the pace and try to keep up with you. If it proves to be too much, I’ll cut back. Sounds good right now if we can match strides okay.”
The tempo was good. Livy was disciplined about setting a pace and sticking with it. I tended to speed up and slow down a lot. She kept glancing down at her watch as we passed mile posts to make sure we were keeping on our pace. At this pace, we were able to talk a little and point out things along the trail. We completed the first five mile loop and headed out along the trail again for another mile. When we reached the mile post, we slowed to a walk and turned to walk the mile back to the starting point.
“Wow! We did it,” I said. I was winded but felt pretty good. We found a spot near the start line where we could flop out on the grass and stretch. It was close to nine o’clock and the dew was long gone. Other runners had arrived while we were on the trail and were heading out.
“Press my legs for me,” she said. Uh-oh. This was the stretch that had ended with me hanging onto Nanette’s breasts while my cock poked at her pussy. My response was going to be similar with Livy. As soon as I put my hands on her long smooth legs, I started a rise.
“This is… uh… going to have…”
“Really?” she panted. “Um… Tell you what. I’ll try to only glance at your erection if you promise to only glance at my wet spot.”
That called my eyes down from her breasts to her crotch. Indeed, as I switched to her other leg, my erection was poking in the direction of a very wet spot where her shorts were pulled tightly conforming to the shape of her pussy.
“Now I’ll do you,” she said as we switched positions. I’d love for her to do me. She lifted my leg and started the slow press of the stretch. In this position, there was no way she could miss the tent in my shorts. And it was obvious she wasn’t trying to miss it. I thought about using the standard girl’s line, ‘My eyes are up here,’ and decided that if she really wanted to look at my erection, I wouldn’t stop her. I had a feeling I was developing my own wet spot at the tip of my cock.
“That was pretty intense,” I said as we walked back to the Jeep.
“Yeah.” She was quiet as we got in and buckled up, then turned to me. “You’ve been sandbagging,” she said. That wasn’t what I expected. I raised an eyebrow. “You ran your best time in the 5k last week at 29:29. Everybody congratulated you, not just because you have succeeded in running after an accident and placed in the race, but because you showed determination in getting healthy. But we just ran six point two miles in fifty-seven minutes.”
“Really?” I needed to get a watch so I could time my pace. “That’s like…”
“A nine-minute mile pace. Both 5ks of our 10k this morning were faster than your race time at 5k last week.”
That was stunning news. I’d felt relaxed and like I was just floating along with Livy as we ran. I knew she could have run it a lot faster. But I’d just run two twenty-eight-minute 5ks without stopping.
When we reached my house, I invited Livy in to meet the family, only to find that Mom, Dad, and Peyton weren’t home from church yet. I gave her a glass of juice and showed her around, including a peek into my bedroom. She liked the art.
“Go lie down on your stomach,” she said, putting her glass on my side table. “I’ll massage your legs. I’m serious about what I think you can do on a racing pace, but you aren’t used to the distance or the speed. I’ll make sure you don’t cramp.” I looked at her, trying to see if there was anything devious in her intent. I couldn’t detect anything and stretched out.
Livy’s first stroke down my legs sent shivers down my spine. She had good strong fingers and I could tell my right leg needed the relaxation. It was definitely tighter than the left leg. She worked the muscle deeply and released it. The muscle that wasn’t getting soft was between my stomach and the bed. It’s not even that she was being sexually stimulating. It was merely the fact of her hands on my body. She worked all the way up both legs into my glutes and that was even more stimulating.
“Roll over.”
“Um… I… I mean…”
“Just from me massaging you?” she giggled. “Come on. Get up.” I rolled to a sitting position and then then stood. “Yeah. Might be dangerous if I massaged the front. Might forget where your legs end. Do mine.” She flung herself on my bed on her stomach and I approached to rub her legs. I started moving my hands up and down, remembering the methods I hadn’t used since Francie had lain on my bed.
“Just for the record, this is doing nothing to help my condition,” I said as I kneaded her thighs and moved upward to the edge of her butt.
“It’s doing great things for mine. I’m giving you permission to massage my glutes, too.” Oh, fine. I’d enjoyed watching that ass bouncing ahead of me. I slid my hands on up, not even bothering to move over the shorts. I slipped right under the leg hem and held both her cheeks in my hand. “Oh, yeah,” she sighed. I didn’t take any other liberties. I didn’t probe into her crack or try to pry her legs apart. I just gently massaged two perfect butt cheeks with my hands. “Um… I think that’s enough,” she said. I’d lost track of time and had no idea how long I’d been rubbing her butt. “I like it. I mean, I really like it. But before we go any further, I want to know that I’m really one of your girlfriends. And that I’m one of theirs.” I reluctantly retracted my hands.
“You know, we’re not all that exclusive. If all you really want is to um… renew your relationship with Rachel, no one will object.”
“She told you? Of course she did. I would have, too. I… uh… do want to renew that. But I came on to you before I knew she was involved. Remember? Back then… we were inexperienced and didn’t know how to deal with what we felt. Now, I’m fine being attracted to both men and women. So, yeah. I want Rachel. She’s not all, though. And you… haven’t even kissed me yet.”
I corrected that. We were about the same height and kissing Livy was easy to do. I didn’t stop until I heard the garage door open. I didn’t mind Mom and Dad knowing I had a new girlfriend visiting, but I didn’t think the introduction should take place in my bedroom. I took Livy’s hand and led her to the kitchen. The family came in from the garage and stopped short when they saw the tall thin blonde with me.
“Hi Mom and Dad. Hey, Pey. This is Livy. She followed me home from the race track. Can I keep her?”
“You can’t have Em’s bed,” Pey said right away. “You’ll have to sleep with J.”
“Peyton!” Mom said. “That’s something you needn’t worry about. Hello, Livy. It’s nice to meet you. How was your run this morning?”
“A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Hopkins. Mr. Hopkins. Peyton. We had a good 10k and Jacob ran his best pace ever. He’s going to be under twenty in the 5k before we know it.”
“I’ve got to shave eight more minutes off before I get there. Don’t expect too much.”
“We came home to pick you up for lunch,” Dad said. “You need to shower. You’re welcome to join us, Livy.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hopkins. Our relationship hasn’t reached showering together, yet. I think I’d better head home. It was nice to meet you all.” I led Livy to the front door, gave her another little kiss, and then headed in to take my shower.
“Mom says you have another new girlfriend,” Em said when we spoke that evening. “How are you keeping so many happy?”
“Oh, you know,” I laughed. “Kissing, licking, loving.”
“Jerk. I could sure use some of that right now,” she sighed. “Two weeks. I get a three-day weekend for Labor Day and then I have to go to NSO training.”
“Wait! You’ll be home over Labor Day?”
“Yeah. My first eight weeks will be up and I can leave Minnesota.”
“Oh, shit. I’m supposed to be in Indianapolis for Labor Day to do this stupid show with Desi and I agreed to run in a race on Monday. I’ll have to call everyone and cancel.”
“Don’t do that, sweetheart.”
“But you’ll be home. I want to be with you.”
“I want to be with you, too. I won’t get home until early Saturday morning and then I’ll probably have to sleep after the overnight bus ride. You know Mom and Dad are going to want to spend time with me. And I want to spend time with them and with Pey, too. It’s not like we’d be spending all our time together. How about if I come down to Indy Sunday afternoon. I could stay with you that night and take you to your race in the morning. Then, maybe I’ll just keep you down there Monday night and deliver you to school Tuesday morning before I head for St. Louis. I’ve decided to drive my car.”
“Em, do you have any idea how good that sounds? I’ll make all the arrangements at this end. I love you.”
“I love you, J.”
“You said that?” Rachel laughed at Livy. “We’re at that point, Jacob. Let’s see if your parents will offer to let us shower together.”
“I don’t think that’s actually what they meant,” I explained.
“My parents will let us shower together,” Desi said. She’d gotten home way too late last night to get together and looked a little tired at school.
“You look so wrung out,” Brittany said. She moved over beside Desi and cradled her in her arms. Desi leaned against her and sighed. “Would your parents really let you shower together?” she whispered. Desi giggled.
“They wanted to know if we planned to share the second bedroom in Indy or if one of us would be sleeping on the pullout bed in the living room,” Desi said. I was shocked. So were several of the others at the table.
“They can’t really think…”
“My birthday is October twenty-sixth. In case you aren’t quick with math, that’s ten weeks. I know because I have it circled on a calendar in my room,” Desi said. “Did you know they make paper calendars with pretty pictures? I bought one last winter when I got the new contract from Jacob. Would you believe I found a Hatsune Miku picture calendar? It’s so cute. Anyway, Mom and Dad know what the date means. I will not lose my virginity before my sixteenth birthday. So they’re fine with me sleeping with Jacob as long as he agrees to the terms of the contract, which he has. By the way, today is oral sex day.” When Desi got rolling on this topic it seemed there was no shutting her up. Oral sex day?
“What?”
“It’s sixty-nine days until my birthday. I thought we might as well call that the beginning of oral sex for us.”
“Jesus, Desi!”
“By the way, Mom and Dad approved you leaving separately Monday morning for that race as long as your parents agree.”
“They will. Thank you. Em gets out of basic that weekend. She’s planning to come down Sunday afternoon and meet me after the show. She’ll stay with me Sunday night and take me to the race Monday morning. I need to tell Nanette tomorrow morning when we run.” Desi poked her lower lip out.
“I guess we’ll have to do all our messing around Friday and Saturday nights.”
“Or you’ll have to join Jacob and Em,” Rachel said. “That’s what I’d do. Except not that night. That wouldn’t be fair. They haven’t seen each other in two months.” There were a couple of gasps at the table. Rachel knew Em and I had gone all the way. I’d told Beca almost as soon as she got back and we were alone for a minute. I guess I hadn’t told anyone else. Joan, Brittany, Desi, and Livy were just sitting there wide-eyed.
“Uh, guys, if any of you want to talk to me about that, we should do it off school grounds. I’m sorry I haven’t gotten to you all yet.”
“Besides, we should all try to meet and get to know Em,” Beca said. “She’s really sweet and I for one will welcome her into my arms and into my bed when we’re finally all together.”
“You all plan to really stay together? I mean after Service and all?” Livy asked. My original four girlfriends all firmly nodded their heads. Brittany didn’t look quite so certain but mouthed the word, ‘maybe’. “That’s so cool. And your sister, too? I think I’m falling in love with you guys.”
Our group had study sessions on weeknight evenings. Monday night, Rachel and I studied pre-calc at her house. The evenings were still warm and pleasant, so we went for a walk after studying and spent time just making out. Then I walked her back home and we made out some more before I walked home.
Beca and I got together on Wednesday at my house after school. AP US History was going to be just as difficult as AP Human Geography had been. We were just getting started.
All the sophomores—Desi, Beca, Brittany, and me—had Honors English, though only Brittany was in my class. We all met at her house and went over our Literary Journals and the reading for the week. Like the freshman class, we had a quiz every week and had to turn in our journals.
And, in case you missed it, that left Tuesday night. That was my night to study Entrepreneurship with Desi. Alone. At her house. With her parents in Kentucky. Naked. Almost. We weren’t doing oral sex yet. We’d reached a point, though, where we laid on her bed in just our underpants and made out while we ground our crotches together until we came. It was at least showing us that we could do stuff to satisfy our urges without intercourse. It was such an arbitrary thing for Desi to have set up, but we were both committed to not having sex with each other until we were both sixteen. It was hard. And difficult, too.
Friday, Desi’s dad met her at school and drove straight through to Kentucky. It was her last weekend there, at least. She’d work her butt off for two days and the Ren Faire was over. Joan and I took the Friday night date and after a light dinner, went to her house and screwed for most of the evening. It was a new compromise we were trying. Rachel and I would slip away from the Saturday group session and have our time together then. Just trying to make time to be with each of my girlfriends and for them to be with each other was a scheduling nightmare.
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