Double Time
Chapter 57
“If you hear voices in your head and they’re ignoring you, you’re probably a writer. If they’re talking to you, you have a different problem.”
—Nathan Everett, Means, Motive, and Opportunity
THE MEET SATURDAY MORNING was short and sweet. We met at the Country Club Gardens where there was a two-mile trail marked out. This was going to be a slaughter as it was an exhibition meet against the Purdue varsity and junior varsity teams. Every one of their competitors was older than us in high school.
All forty of the remaining girls in both varsity and ninth grade ran against their women for a field of seventy. All twenty-five of our varsity and freshmen ran against their varsity and junior varsity. The women’s race was over before the men lined up at the start. We cheered like crazy for our teammates but only Livy placed in the top ten. It was good to see that below that, though, our team was mixed with the runners from Purdue. A couple of Purdue’s male runners almost didn’t make the starting line because they were chatting up Livy. For that matter, I stumbled a little on my start because I was watching her.
I’d learned something running with Livy last weekend. I could run at a faster pace than I had been. And on a short course, there was no reason to hold back and save something for late in the race. I wasn’t going to run six-minute miles, but I was hoping for under eight. Even at my pace, I didn’t come in last. Our Mad Anthony High School boys’ team had a couple of really good runners, but they were no match for the twenty ‘under six’ runners fielded by Purdue. The guy from Purdue who came in last behind me had twisted an ankle in the last half mile and was limping in to the finish line.
“All right, Jacob. I want to see that pace in our 5k Wednesday night. You are steadily improving. A fifteen-minute two-mile is good progress,” Jock said as he slapped me on the butt. He continued on, congratulating all the guys and the girls. We loaded on the buses to return to school, which was only a fifteen-minute drive, but rules said we had to ride to and from race venues on the team buses. We unloaded off the bus and hunted for our rides home.
“Is that offer to shower together at your house still open?” Livy teased as she bumped into me.
“You mean you don’t have a college man picking you up?” I shot right back. “Looked to me like the dogs were sniffing after your race.”
“Hey! I’m picky about what dogs I let stick their nose up my crotch,” she laughed. Then she dropped her voice. “I’d let you, if you want.”
“Livy, why is it that I’m always embarrassed about my state of arousal when I’m around you?”
“Don’t be embarrassed on my account.”
“You’re joining us this afternoon?” We were all meeting at Joan’s for the big group study since she had the most room. I wondered how adding Livy to the mix would change things. Of course, Desi wouldn’t be there, but we still usually saved some time for a little making out.
“Yeah. Thank you for inviting me. I… um… haven’t had much time for friendship or dating the past couple of years. Volleyball practice starts the day after Labor Day, so I won’t even be practicing with the cross country team most evenings. I don’t have time for the hunt at school and don’t have the energy for a committed relationship. Being with you and the girls has really meant a lot to me. Especially with Rachel. I’ve missed her.”
“How do kids manage to get in trouble in high school?” I asked. “We’re on the go all the time. All my girlfriends are still snapchatting and watching movies when I’m too tired to stay awake at night. And in the morning, when I go running, no one is awake.”
“Maybe I could join you some mornings. I mean, if your running partner is okay with that.”
“Um… Sure. We’re hitting the trail tomorrow, aren’t we?”
“Yes. Why don’t we do Sycamore Hills? It’s marked out for 10k.”
“It’s a deal.” Livy dropped me at my house and I got cleaned up. I practiced my guitar for an hour or so before Rachel picked me up to go study at Joan’s.
A lot of little touches and kisses passed among us during the afternoon but we had studying to do. Our first Honors English paper would be due on Wednesday, so three of us were cross-checking each other’s work on that. I’d probably spend my Tuesday evening with Desi going over her paper. Her parents would be home this week, so I doubted we’d be studying naked in her bedroom again.
Livy, Rachel, and Joan were all in the required Senior Constitutional Government class together. Livy and Rachel were only juniors but had both decided to take the senior class early. It was an option I’d consider next year. The sooner I figured out how our government worked in this new world of mine, the better. I noticed that all three of those girls shared little kisses and touches. Brittany felt the results of my observation as she was sitting on my lap doing her Geometry as I read the History of Medieval Music. She wiggled on my growing interest a little and turned to kiss me.
“You know, last spring, I’d have been horrified by a boy showing this kind of interest in me. Now, not so much. I mean, I’m not ready to have you whip it out and make me suck it, but it’s kind of cool to be just innocently sitting here studying and feel something grow under me. I have all kinds of crazy dreams at night after I’ve been with you. I imagine that we’re just sitting like this—only maybe we don’t have clothes on—and I feel this thing growing under me. Then I feel it at the entrance of my tummy tunnel and it just grows up into it. I know that’s not how it works, but it always makes me climax.” Well, there was no doubt I was growing now. Brittany wiggled again and Beca reached up to swat her shorts covered butt.
“You’re making me horny, Brittany,” Beca said. “Watch how you talk about your fantasies or you might find yourself naked on the floor with one of them coming true.”
“Ooh! I’m scared.”
Beca stood up and grabbed Brittany’s hand. Joan spotted them and left her group to sit in the recliner and welcome the two girls into her lap. There wouldn’t be any more studying there for a while. Livy and Rachel plopped on either side of me on the sofa.
“I could use a little kissing, too,” Rachel said as she moved to capture my lips. The kiss was long and sweet. I could get lost in her kisses for hours and then discover we’d been making love the whole time. Well, kissing Rachel was making love, whether we were naked and in bed or just walking down the street.
“That looks like fun,” Livy whispered.
“You’re welcome to join,” Rachel said. I turned my head toward Livy but she lowered her lips to Rachel’s and the two girls held a long tongue battle in front of me. Livy turned to me.
“Don’t intend to leave you out but I had to decide who was first, you know?” With that she turned those cherry lips on me. I liked the fact that… I liked everything about this kiss. My brains took a vacation and I pulled Livy to me. She was wearing cutoff shorts and a white T-shirt. I could feel her bra strap in back as I slipped my hand up under the shirt and couldn’t help wondering what her body would feel like without that hindrance. And then Rachel… She moved up so her face was cheek-to-cheek with ours and managed to get her lips in touch and her tongue involved.
I couldn’t remember in any life having a three-way kiss—even when V1 had three-way sex. And even though it ramped up the sexuality of the kiss, we also relaxed into it as we discovered what sharing a partner was really like. I had one of Rachel’s breasts in one hand and Livy’s butt in the other. My cock was in danger of splitting my jeans wide open.
“This is going to be a really interesting year,” Rachel whispered with our lips all still touching as we breathed each other’s air.
“I love you guys,” Livy said. “I’ve always loved you, Rachel, and now you’ve let me share a little of Jacob with you. And some other perfectly delicious girls.”
Our study group pretty much broke up after that. We gathered our things together and figured out who was riding with whom for those of us who didn’t have cars. Livy offered to give Brittany a ride home after she gave each of us a meaningful kiss. Beca said she was staying with Joan for a while. Just then Rachel’s phone chimed and she looked at a text message from her mom. She held it over for me to see.
“We’re at the Hopkins. Come over after your study group. We’ll have dinner here.”
“Hmm. Family get-together, I see,” I said.
“Yeah. But they won’t expect us for a couple of hours yet. Know what that means?”
“We have a couple of hours to ourselves.”
“And my house is empty.”
Rachel and I got to her house ten minutes later and five minutes after that, we were naked in her bed.
“Just think what it will be like when one day we are in this bed and you are fucking Livy while I ride her face,” she whispered to me. I didn’t last long the first time.
Sycamore Hills is a complex of two golf clubs and associated housing development on the course. These courses really wind around and the planners were kind enough to mark out the trails as dual use cart and jogging trails. We got to the course a little before the first golfers teed off at six-forty-five. We were pretty much out of range well before seven o’clock. Livy had some kind of fitness watch that she wore that gave her our pace as well as monitoring her heartrate and number of steps. I was definitely going to get me one of those. I was sure she was setting a faster pace than we had last week, but I’d just run two seven-and-a-half-minute miles yesterday. I knew I could last at least a third of the way at this pace.
Unfortunately, swing tempo—above the comfort zone but not exactly uncomfortable—doesn’t leave much breath for talking. I made do with sidelong glances at her lean body, dressed in a decidedly non-high-school-competition outfit. Her red shorts just covered her butt ledge and mound and were skin tight. The red and black bra top kept the girls from bouncing but did nothing to hide their perfect shape. I popped a woody the second she stripped out of her sweats and it definitely increased my cardio.
Being unable to talk, though, reminded me of one of the things I loved about running. My mind was set free. And inspired by the beauty beside me and Rachel’s suggestions of the day before, I began imagining what it would be like to make love to Livy.
And it happened again. A story took shape in my mind as the characters toyed with each other and then fell together in passionate lovemaking. I just listened as they professed eternal love and commitment and came together.
After we finished our run—Livy wouldn’t even tell me what pace she’d set—we stretched out and helped each other with the leg stretches. This time, I wasn’t even subtle about rubbing up and down her legs as we stretched and I didn’t try to hide the tent in my shorts just a few inches from the wet spot on hers.
When we walked back to her Wrangler, I forced the lust-driven teenager into the background and tried desperately to act with the dignity of the old man inside. This was stupid. I had seven girlfriends, if you counted my sister—and I did. It was insane to assume they all wanted to have sex with me. I knew Beca didn’t. Brittany and Livy didn’t have to have sex with me to be part of our family. I knew she was mostly interested in Rachel—and probably all the other girls before me.
“Uh… Livy, I know you like being with us and yesterday was really fun but you know you don’t have to be with all of us—me—in order to be with Rachel, don’t you? I don’t know everything and I don’t need to, but it’s obvious you have a huge crush on her. And vice versa. Why don’t you just ask her out and enjoy yourselves?” She looked at me strangely and got in the car. We drove in silence to my house. Mom, Dad, and Pey were off at church like last week. Livy grabbed my hand and dragged me to my bedroom then turned toward me. She very deliberately faced me and grabbed the bottom edge of her bra top before pulling it up off her breasts and over her head.
Oh, shit! My hard on had never really gone down in the first place and now it stuck out painfully. She shimmied out of her shorts and stood before me in all her glory. Her nipples were erect and begging to be sucked. Still, I didn’t know what she was trying to prove. She grabbed my hand and pulled it between her legs to run through the moist folds surrounded by sparse blonde curls. She shoved the wet finger between my lips.
“Jacob, even you can’t be dense enough to not realize how attracted I am to you,” she said. “Now you have the evidence in your mouth. Undress. I want that shower your parents offered last week.”
That was that. I stripped and led her to the shower. We got in and kissed. I came about one second after she took hold of my shaft. She wasn’t far behind when I moved a hand between her legs. Then we just held each other as the water beat down on us and we kissed.
I won’t say either of us was completely satisfied but the tension was reduced. We went back to my bedroom and I watched her pull clothes from the little gym bag she brought in with her. She dressed in skinny jeans and a pale blue spaghetti strap top under a hip-length vest. I was still standing there naked as I watched her.
“Will this be okay for lunch with your parents?” she asked. I nodded. She looked spectacular. “Maybe you should put this away for now and get dressed before they get home.” She gave my cock one long gentle stroke and went to the bathroom to brush her hair. I finally got moving and dressed in jeans and a polo shirt. We were waiting in the living room when Mom and Dad got home.
I’ve noticed that nobody tells me anything. Nobody had told me yesterday that Rachel’s family was coming over to our house for dinner and an evening of games. It worked out great, but why did she get a text message telling her what was going on and I didn’t? And nobody mentioned that Mom and Dad and Pey expected Livy to be waiting with me in the living room to go to lunch. Nor did anyone mention that lunch would be at Livy’s house with her parents and two younger sibs. Nor that Rachel and her family would be joining us.
Sometimes I feel like I’m just stumbling around in the dark hoping I don’t fall into some big open pit.
Which seemed to be the kind of barbecue sauce that Mr. Dayton preferred to use on the grilled chicken he fixed for the backyard barbecue. That’s the same sauce V1’s father got all excited about back in 1953. And it had been so long since I had it that the tangy sweet sauce surprised my taste buds. I liked it.
Tangy sweet sauce was also a good way to describe Livy and Rachel when they cornered me in Livy’s bedroom. Livy had two younger siblings, a boy Pey’s age and a girl Richard’s age. They were busy exploring the possibilities while our parents drank beer and relaxed on the deck. Livy gave us a tour that skipped most of the house and went straight to the bedroom.
“Did you do it?” Rachel asked.
“Um… only sort of,” Livy responded. “We both got off but we didn’t fuck.”
“I… uh… What…?” I was last to be let in on this conversation, too.
“Jacob, I love you,” Rachel said as she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss. I just went with it. If Rachel wasn’t upset with me fooling around with Livy, why should I worry?
“I love you, Rachel,” Livy said as she captured Rachel’s lips from mine. That ended any hesitation my genitals had about responding to these two girls. “And I love you, Jacob,” she continued as she turned her luscious lips on me. I couldn’t help myself. Her breast was like a magnet to my hand.
“Are you both okay with this?” I asked.
“Very okay, lover,” Rachel said. “When we were young…”
“…before the laundry room catastrophe,” Livy added.
“…we played around a lot with each other. We both knew we wanted boys, but we wanted each other, too.”
“After the laundry room catastrophe, we decided that one of us having a boy and not the other was going to mess things up. We agreed that we should just get one and share him.”
“Then we scared ourselves by getting too intimate. It was so dumb! I’ve been sad about slipping away from Livy ever since. Now, we have what we wanted all along. Each other and a boy to share!” Rachel said.
“Uh… not to rain on your parade but you know I’m way too involved with Joan and Desi to give them up,” I said.
“And Beca and Brittany and Em,” Rachel said. “Don’t you think you have room to love one more?”
I looked at the two girls and couldn’t help myself. I did love them both. I didn’t think anyone would take the place of Rachel in my life, but Livy just made my heart race. Especially when the two of them closed on me and we all shared our mouths and tongues together. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that. Nope. Never.
We fell together, each taking from the other as much as we could give. Clothing was no impediment. It floated away on the breeze as our lips found each other and our hands explored.
There were things we had to figure out. Which way to turn our heads so no one got injured. How to put three bodies together so that all were stimulated. How to pleasure two people at once. Which had sensitive nipples and which preferred her ears played with. We explored and excited each other. We teamed up two on one and then changed teams.
And then that mystical moment when I entered my second lover for the first time. I discovered the differences in depth and texture as we slid together, but also the electric tingle that joined another body—another soul—to the two of us. I had an awareness of my girlfriends that stretched out of my own physical being and connected me to both at the same time.
We held each other as the primal drive to couple overwhelmed us. Even though I could physically be in only one at a time, we found the joys of oral and digital stimulation to enhance our copulation. I loved her and I loved her. They loved me and they loved each other.
My soul burst from my body as we climaxed together and there in the aether that surrounded us, I understood the holy trinity. Three became one.
The End
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