Double Time
PART VI: RECOMBOBULATION
Chapter 61
“Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.”
—Stephen King, Dreamcatcher
RACHEL AND LIVY met me at the door of school Tuesday morning with a luscious kiss before we went inside. I’d just shared my last passionate kiss with Em when she dropped me off and I watched her little Prius disappear up the street.
“Was it wonderful?” Rachel asked. “I love Em so much!”
“Desi told us about Sunday night and how sweet and accepting she was,” Livy said. “Even my panties got wet.”
“Silly. You were still wet from having Desi and me massage you after the race.”
“Well, you massaged some really good spots,” Livy laughed.
It had been an intense weekend. The con, the race, the night with Em. I needed to catch my breath a bit and listening to my girlfriends chatting was a perfect way to start.
Well, almost perfect.
“Jacob, may I speak with you a moment?” Ms. Levy asked when the bell rang. I was about to walk out with Brittany but she waved and I stopped at my beautiful English teacher’s desk.
“Of course, Ms. Levy.”
“I’ve looked over your schedule and with the seven classes you are taking this term, there is little time that we can meet together to review your writing. I’m clear during your lunch period. That would give us half an hour. Can you make it tomorrow?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am. Any time you want to meet over lunch is fine with me. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said. I guess my enthusiasm showed. She smiled at me and I left to rush to Trig with Rachel. Ms. Levy was shaking her head as her next class filed in.
“What was your little conversation about, lover,” Rachel whispered as we sat down in Trig. “Reeling in that hot English teacher?”
“She’s just helping me with my fiction writing,” I said. “I gave her a short story last week and she critiqued it. I’m not producing anything saleable yet, but my writing is improving.”
“I want to read some.”
“Maybe after I improve a bit more.”
Class started and we paid attention. The first unit had really been all review but I was surprised at how some of the students were struggling with it. The state mandated curriculum for Core 40 with Academic Honors required eight semesters of Math. Mad Anthony High School further required that students take at least one math or quantitative reasoning class every year. Quantitative reasoning included things like accounting and statistics. But kids who were trying to score high on SATs really needed the Pre-Calc/Trig course. Now that we were past the review stage, we were getting into matrix operations. September would be a long month for some of these kids.
I suffered through Biology. I wasn’t concerned about a grade in this class as long as I finished the work. I wasn’t trying to be valedictorian or anything. I figured with the new world order I was dealing with, college was also going to be a different experience by the time I got to it… if I did. I was more interested in learning things that would help me be a good writer.
And that brought me to Latin. There isn’t really a course called Conversational Latin. Taking Latin was focused on reading classic texts, expanding grammatical understanding and vocabulary, and learning the fundamentals of written language. Which didn’t mean we weren’t supposed to learn the pronunciation of Latin words. They were still significant in music and ritual. I was interested from both the music perspective and the language development perspective.
“Are we going to get to do anything fun this fall at all?” Beca moaned. “All we ever do is study.”
“And run,” Livy added. “I wish I had time for something less… or more… um… for a…” Rachel kissed her from one side and I kissed her from the other.
“We know,” Rachel said. “But you know, with Jacob, it will be something special and he’ll wait until he knows it is.”
Beca squeezed my arm from the other side. She was wearing a cute sleeveless blue dress. The bodice nicely showed her curves and the skirt flared at about mid-thigh. She wore a wedge sandal that raised her height about an inch. She looked so cute, it made my heart melt. I slipped my arm around her waist and gave her a hug.
“Um… Would anyone be interested in coming to my house Sunday afternoon to dance?”
“Really? Could we do that?” Desi asked.
“My parents actually suggested it. Aunt Sophie said she’d be happy to teach us all salsa dancing. If you’d like.”
“What fun! Can we do it with just one boy?” Joan asked. She’d been my other regular dance partner since our lessons. Time alone together often included a little dancing.
“Sure. We do it all the time. Jacob might decide he just wants to watch us. As if Sophie would let that happen.”
I told Rachel I wouldn’t be making it to lunch on Wednesday and she just grinned.
“You’ll be making it in Ms. Levy’s classroom then,” she said. “Try to keep part of your mind on the task at hand, okay lover?” I moaned. Taking the task in hand was too tempting.
“Jacob, come have a seat. Uh… close the door, please,” Ms. Levy said.
She’d pulled a desk up next to her desk and I slid into it. It was a common consultation arrangement in her classroom. She opened my red folder and tapped her painted fingernails on it. The color matched her lipstick. She was always so well put-together and professional. And gorgeous.
“I’m glad you gave me two stories to look at. In the green folder, you’ll find several notes that I made. I think they are self-explanatory. Your writing and grammar are improving rapidly. You need to work on showing instead of telling. I’ve included the addresses of a couple of websites that should help give you a background on what that means. I’m sorry it took so long to get this one back to you. You gave it to me the first week of school and getting the school year started is always a little hectic.”
“It sure is. I feel like I’ve been on the go since day one. Carrying seven classes this year cuts an entire study hall period for doing homework,” I said.
“If your work in this class is an indication, you are doing well. It’s so nice to see that you’ve teamed up with Brittany as a study partner. She is extremely bright but her age has been an impediment to social development. I think she has a good example in you.” I blushed and reflexively licked my lips. I could almost taste Brittany on them as she’d given me a quick kiss after class this morning.
“Brittany is a sweetheart and we study with two of our other girlfriends who are in a different section of your class,” I said. “Uh… Rebeca and Desiree.”
“That’s wonderful. And inspiring, I’ll bet,” she said, lifting the pages from the red folder. “We don’t have much time, so I’ll go over this quickly. There are not many notes on the paper itself as I’d rather not have my handwriting on your romances. You might want to take a few notes.”
“Yes ma’am.” I had a pen and paper ready.
“First, character development is improving. I’m beginning to see depth in the narrator’s character, especially the part where he is nearly consumed by self-doubt. Setting up that depth of character with the narrator, though, also increases the contrast with less fully developed characters. In a first-person narrative, you need to give the reader some insight into the development of the relationships that goes deeper than what you have. What does the narrator—Daniel—see in Jasmine that indicates her interest? Even if it wouldn’t be something that he makes a conscious note of, it would be on the periphery of his awareness. The way she touches her hair, a blush, a sigh, a faraway look, a touch. These are as important as the words she says and if we see these taking shape, then her sudden taking of his hand and leading him to a dark corner to kiss is not such a bolt out of the blue. The problem here is that there is no indication that Jasmine is ‘that kind of girl’.”
“I see. I notice that all the time with my girlfriends. I just never thought of including it in what I write,” I said enthusiastically as I scribbled a note. Ms. Levy raised an eyebrow and smiled a bit.
“Hmm. Yes. So, I’ve included a typed list of books at the back of your folder. They include a couple of classic books on sex positions and stimulation of erogenous zones. Pay special attention to the books written by women about women. If you want a broad market, you need to appeal to what pleases women as well as what pleases men. And since you’ve gone there in your writing, I’ve included a book on threesomes. They can be… quite arousing.”
“Thank you,” I breathed. Threesomes can be quite arousing? Ms. Levy had a bit of a blush going beneath her blonde hair. Was she speaking from experience here?
“So, all-told, try to focus on putting yourself in every situation and asking if it is exciting, comfortable, and even possible. Clothes don’t just fall off. Someone is getting a sleeve caught because it wasn’t unbuttoned, or an earring snagged on a sweater. Think of the things that will make it more real.”
“It’s… I will… Thank you.”
“I’m seeing the passion that lies beneath the surface beginning to emerge. It can be quite arousing without crossing over into crassness and pornography. I hope as you gain experience, you will retain your sense of imagination. Your partners will love you for it.”
“I… um… I’ll do that.” I was blushing now, mostly because I was thinking of Rachel and Livy and Joan and Desi. I needed to be aware as we made love.
“I can’t be more explicit with you under the circumstances,” she said, closing the folder and sliding it over to me. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable going into more detail unless you were over sixteen and were not a student in my school district. If you continue to progress, though, I’ll continue to do what I can to help you improve.”
“She’s getting hot for you,” Beca whispered when we met to study history that evening and I told her about my review with Ms. Levy.
“I think there is some distance between being slightly aroused by my writing and being hot for me. She’s so elegant and perfect.”
“Believe me, don’t I know it? I spent part of third period watching her read from Julius Caesar with one hand in my lap,” Beca sighed. “And it’s not even a sexy play. Gross. But she was so passionate. And she’s so pretty. She makes my mouth water.”
“Well, as she told me, there’s nothing else she could do until we’re at least sixteen and are out of her school district. But truth be told, I might jerk off thinking about her tonight.”
“Give me a little kiss, Jacob. I think I’ll rub one off to you thinking about her tonight.”
I didn’t have all that many chores to handle at home. Removing the trash and taking the bins to the curb before school Thursday. Maintaining the yard. Washing the cars. This winter, I’d be in charge of snow removal as well. Of course, I had to maintain my own living space, spend a little time Saturday morning helping clean the house, and do most of my own laundry. In return for those little chores, I got fifty dollars a week in allowance. I made a lot more per hour than Em did in the National Service.
Mom and Dad also loosened many of my restrictions regarding seeing my girlfriends. There was no problem with regular evening study sessions no matter whose house they were at. We resumed group study sessions at Joan’s house Saturday afternoon and they were becoming longer almost every week. A longer study session meant more time for all of us to make out with each other. And sometimes it meant everyone else would leave and Joan and I would study each other for a while. Sunday mornings, I ran with Livy and Mom and Dad had simply accepted her as one of my girlfriends. Friday night, I tried to reserve for a special date with Rachel. That didn’t mean we were alone. Livy went out with us this week and we spent a lot of time on a blanket at Eagle Marsh.
We didn’t screw, but we made out like crazy. That included sliding a finger through Livy’s wet box to play with her clit while Rachel and I both sucked on her nipples. After we dropped Livy off, Rachel and I had just time to park and get in the back seat to make love.
“Why don’t you invite Beca to join us for dinner Saturday evening,” Mom said. “We’ll go to Columbia City.” That was a first. Mom had often told me to ‘call a girlfriend’ for some activity or another. She’d never specified which one, though. I didn’t let it bother me. I just called Beca and she was excited to have a date with me. Even a family date.
The West Noble Invitational was Saturday morning and since it was forty-five miles away, we had to be on the bus by seven. They split the races. Some middle school teams competed as well as the varsity teams. As a result, there were four races—boys’ and girls’ middle school and boys’ and girls’ varsity. There were only three schools in the middle school races and five in the varsity races. We were limited to our seven-member teams and I barely made the cut by average times for 5k.
They ran the supposed fastest first and started the races fifteen minutes apart. That meant I was on the line for our nine o’clock start. It was a pretty course. Unlike Mad Anthony, West Noble was a country school and they had fields they could race through as well as woodland and a lake that we ran along for about a kilometer. I did pretty well, shaving my time down to twenty-five minutes for a new personal best. I was also in scoring position, placing fifth on my team. I placed twenty-second out of thirty-five overall.
By the time I crossed the finish line, the girls were just ten minutes away. We stood and cheered as Livy led the field by two strides to finish in 18:58. I led her out of the crowd and started working on her legs and stretches.
“You got a personal trainer, Olivia?” one of our teammates asked as she plopped down beside us on the grass and began stretching.
“No, Sue. If I let him feel me up after a race, it keeps him from perving on the other girls,” Livy said. She laughed and I thought she was joking. Did I perv on the other girls?
“Oh, too bad. How about I give you a break then. He can perv on me for a while.” She lifted her leg, waiting for me to work her stretches for her.
“Go ahead, Jacob. You take that leg and I’ll take the other. That way we can both perv on luscious Sue.” Before any objections were raised, Livy had Sue’s other leg up on a shoulder and demonstrated exactly how I should stretch her and rub her. With both of us stretching her legs, Sue was splayed wide open with her spandex running shorts tucked tightly into her moistening cameltoe. We ran our hands together right down the inside of her legs to the edge of her shorts.
“Oh, shit! You guys are pervs. Both of you,” Sue giggled. “Give me another five minutes of foreplay and you can do whatever you want.”
We gave her the additional five minutes, which included making sure we massaged her butt and legs all the way from her ankles to her waistband. We didn’t actually massage her crotch but we got as close to it as we could without groping. When we were finished, Sue was winded. I was, too, and hard as a rock.
“God! I might have to pay up on that offer. Doing anything after we get back?”
“We’ve got a study group that will meet soon after we get back to school. Sorry, honey, but you’ve had all of my boyfriend you get for today,” Livy said.
“Boyfriend? I’d heard you had a guy. I never imagined he was on the team,” Sue said. “Sorry. I was just fucking around, you know? I wasn’t trying to make a play for your guy.”
“Go ahead and make a play,” Livy said. “But did you notice that we come as a pair? Play for one and you play with both.”
“Olivia! You do that?”
“I bet you are a tasty girl after a race.”
Livy and I got our showers at school and met at her Jeep. She was dancing back and forth almost like she needed the bathroom.
“Hurry up. Let’s go!” she said, swinging into her seat. I was barely buckled in by the time we were out of the school parking lot. I figured we’d grab a bite of lunch and then head to Joan’s for our Saturday afternoon study session. Instead, Livy headed straight west out of town. About three miles later, there was a little country cemetery on a hill. The whole thing was probably only an acre or two and was probably just one family. A dirt track led around the hill and up the back.
Livy slammed on the brake, shut off the car, and shimmied out of her shorts. She grabbed my hand and pushed it between her legs, straight into paradise. As her lips closed on mine, she whispered, “Frig me. I need it bad.”
Just getting my fingers into Livy was almost enough to make me come. I got my other hand under her shirt and started playing with her stellar breasts, noting that she hadn’t worn her usual sports bra. She moaned and whined as she built to her first orgasm, writhing around under the steering wheel. I didn’t think one was enough and got a second finger into her flooded channel, searching for her hot spot at the front of the vagina. Apparently, I found it. Livy bit my lip hard enough that I could taste blood then cried out loud enough to echo.
She was panting like she’d just won another race and I used the opportunity to slowly explore her inner folds. I wished we were in a bed so I could bury my face between her powerful thighs and lick up this abundance of fluid. Who was I kidding? If we were in a bed, my cock would be swimming in these juices.
“Let me…” she gasped, reaching for my shorts. “That was so good. Let me do you.” I wasn’t about to object as this wet dream opened my shorts and swallowed my cock. We’d played around a lot the night before with Rachel, but this was the first time I felt Livy’s mouth around my cock. I managed to keep one hand under her to play with her tits and just laid my head back while she brought me to a massive explosion.
“Wow!” I said as we settled down. She pushed herself up so the gearshift wasn’t poking her in the ribs and we kissed. “What brought all that on?”
“That girl!” Livy said. “You would not believe the display she put on in the shower. Let me tell you there is no hair around her wide-open pussy lips. If I’d stayed in the shower thirty seconds longer, I’d have had my face buried there.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“We’d just told her that if she played with one, she played with both. I couldn’t just cheat on you, could I?”
I kissed Livy again. She pulled her cutoffs up and her yellow tank top down as I tucked myself back into my shorts. We got one more quick kiss and then she backed out of the little cemetery and onto the road to go to Joan’s.
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