Double Time
Chapter 98
“Because when you’re really scared to do something… do it right away.”
—Henry V. O'Neil, Live Echoes
20 MAY 2020
I broke the code! Or stumbled on it, is more like it. Sunday afternoon, after we’d had brunch together, we all went to Joan’s house. I decided to do a late recording of a concert and had all my girlfriends (except Em and Sophie) sitting with me as I played love songs for them. Each girlfriend got a song just for her and each song ended with a kiss on the cheek as the girls shifted places around me.
Then as we were sitting around, we all looked at the ‘music’ Donna had given me and tried to figure out what it means. The girls were all having difficulty identifying the notes to determine which ones were repeated. They just didn’t have experience in reading music. And I wasn’t really reading music, either. I discovered I was looking for pattern matches instead.
“It would be so much easier if we were doing a cryptogram with letters instead of symbols,” Desi moaned.
I figured, ‘why not?’ It didn’t make a difference what I substituted where as long as I was consistent. So, last night I just laid out a staff sheet and wrote the alphabet on it from the low E to the high E. I included sharps and that meant I had a full alphabet except the z. I figured if there was an F in the music, I’d put it in then.
If we all had a sheet with the notes interpreted as understandable letters, we could all work on it more easily. What I hadn’t counted on was that Donna didn’t make it that complex. The straight translation of the notes to a simple alphabet was the key to the code!
I kept the information to myself. We had a three-day weekend coming up for Memorial Day and then finals. We’d all have to study over the weekend and that meant we’d all want to be together as much as possible. I’d introduce the message as a study break. I was floating on air. Thursday morning when I walked into English class, I caught Donna’s eye and smiled at her with a little wink. If knowing what was in the message wasn’t enough, the color her face turned confirmed everything.
Brittany caught the reaction and was all over me after class to tell her what the code was. By lunch, everyone was on my case and I said I thought it needed a full pod meeting to go over it and I hadn’t even brought the note to school. Now that I knew what was in it, I wasn’t going to risk that!
Everyone finally agreed, but then we had to figure out when we could get together over the weekend and have Emily and Sophie both linked in as well. Man, this was going to get even harder when Joan was in Service. This summer would present new challenges as we were traveling as well.
Problem one was solved when Sophie plopped down on my lap and kissed me at Joan’s Saturday afternoon.
“Surprise!” she said. “The company isn’t performing over the holiday. I don’t need to return to New York until Wednesday!” I quickly began to calculate whether I would pass any of my final exams. Sophie had me stretched out on the sofa and was grinding herself on top of me when Brittany gave her a firm swat on the butt.
“I warned you, Auntie,” Britt said. “You can’t just interrupt study time. We all have to pass our finals.”
“I was just so excited,” Sophie said.
“We can see how excited you were,” Beca laughed. “The front of Jacob’s slacks is soaked!”
“Um… Part of that’s mine,” I confessed. “I guess I’m happy to see Sophie, too.”
“Still, we can have playtime later,” Britt insisted. “I want her as much as the rest of you.”
“Maybe I could keep Sophie occupied for a while,” Nanette said. She had an evil grin on her face. “We’ll be back in time for dinner, okay?”
“Nan!” we all objected, but our oldest two girlfriends were rushing out the door.
We studied.
I was confident in my ability to write the English exam. It would take Tuesday and Thursday of finals week with different types of material on each day. Thursday would be an in-class essay. I didn’t envy Donna having to get all the grading done before the weekend. We would all get out of school Friday, but teachers would be in school and had to have grades submitted by the end of the day.
I went over all our notes and problems in Trig/Pre-calc with Rachel and we both heaved a sigh of relief that this would be the last math class we’d be taking. And we’d get the exam out of the way first thing on Tuesday, leaving second period free for the rest of the week.
I also wanted to go over my notes for Personal Financial Responsibility. That exam would be Tuesday, as well. Most of the class had made perfect sense to V1. The biggest difference in our timelines seemed to be the advent of alternate currencies and all-electronic banking. And the eight percent flat tax that was applied to individuals and corporations alike. And it was paid on gross margins, not on net profit. No wonder the national debt was lower than I remembered. I’d started to do a daily charting of my accounts so I’d know how much income I had and where my money was.
Wednesday was my heaviest exam day. I’d have Biology, US History, and Music Theory exams. Desi, Beca, and Brittany had all had Biology last year when I was on a reduced schedule. And we were all in the US History class. So, studying those would be a group effort. I thought I’d be okay in Music Theory that afternoon. I might not ace the exam but I felt I knew the material. My last exam on Thursday was Latin. I was all on my own for that. Nanette said she’d go over my vocabulary and sentences on Monday with me. She’d had enough Latin in her PT education that she could at least spot errors and coach me through proper pronunciation.
After lunch Thursday, there would be an assembly to recognize the seniors and hand out attendance awards or some such silliness.
Nanette and Sophie returned at six with boxes of pizza. They also went around the room and made sure each of us got a good sniff and taste of the love juices that had dried on their faces. I was ready to strip Sophie and bang her on the dining table. She looked willing.
We sat around licking our fingers and drinking sodas after we’d eaten the greasy pizza. I’d slammed down one too many slices and regretted it. Everyone had seemed a little manic about eating and I think we were all charged up over Sophie being with us and the obvious display she and Nanette had made. I washed my hands and face so I wasn’t totally covered in pizza grease when I plopped down in the big chair. Sophie climbed right into my lap.
“We have three hours before we can call Emily,” she whispered. “Whatever shall we do until then?” My hand was already under her shirt and playing with her nipples, so I was pretty sure she knew my suggestion.
“What’s the most number of people you’ve had eat you in a single session, Sophie?” Rachel asked.
“What? I mean… Well, just, two.” She looked at Brittany and me.
“So, I’m thinking we should set a little record here,” Rachel continued. “You’ve been gone for months and there are eight people in this room who want to make love to you.”
“Eight?”
“I’m sure Nanette wants another go,” Livy laughed.
“All of you?”
Sophie’s voice was weak, but I could feel her heart racing under my fingers as I continued to play with her nipples.
“We’re almost out of school for the year,” Beca said. “I think this little contest might require us all to be naked.”
“Naked?” Sophie squeaked again. I pinched her nipple and started unbuttoning her blouse. Brittany was right there to kiss her way down the front as the buttons came open and I found her hands already busy on the snap and zipper on Sophie’s slacks. I found my own T-shirt being pulled over my head and Nanette worked her hands down between Sophie and me to unfasten my belt and zipper.
“I think you can stay right where you are for now,” she whispered, licking my ear. “Sophie is going to need your big strong arms to support her.”
“Nan, I thought you were the voice of reason who encouraged us to find ways to interact in addition to sex,” I said as I kissed her.
“Not to the exclusion of sex. Besides, I want another taste of this vixen tonight. I could get very addicted to her.”
My jeans got pulled down and off and Sophie settled her butt crack on my stiff cock. I could imagine that we’d be stuck together soon if she didn’t stop squirming. I looked around, and every one of my girlfriends was stripped naked or on her way there. I played with Sophie’s nipples and kissed her bare shoulders as we looked at the array of delight before us.
Beca got between our knees first. I knew exactly when her tongue touched Sophie’s sex by the way Sophie jumped in my arms. My cock slid up and down her butt crack and I groaned. I wasn’t sure how long each girl planned to spend pleasuring our lover but no one seemed to be in a hurry. Livy and Nanette were in a tight embrace and were collapsing to the floor. Desi and Rachel had Brittany pinned and were sucking on her nipples. Joan was on her knees behind Beca, wrapping her lover in her arms as Beca ate Sophie. And Beca didn’t let up until Sophie had screamed out her pleasure. When Sophie arched her back, Beca bent lower and licked my balls. I almost lost it.
We’d laughed on occasion about what it would be like if we all had an orgy. None of us took it seriously until that night. I saw my girlfriends in just about every combination. I even saw Nanette squeezing Brittany’s boobs as they kissed. The atmosphere was infectious.
Through it all, I had my cock trapped between Sophie’s cheeks until Rachel and Livy grabbed her legs and lifted her. Joan directed my cock as they settled Sophie onto it. Then I got to experience first Rachel, then Livy, and finally Nanette go down on Sophie while I fucked her. Sophie was fucked into a stupor and when Nanette’s tongue brought her to her last blistering orgasm, I unleashed a torrent in our lover. Brittany followed and as Rachel and Livy lifted Sophie off of me, she was there to catch the drippings on her tongue and clean her off and out as she was transferred to the sofa.
My cock was slurped into a mouth and I looked down to see Beca lovingly cleaning me.
“Your stuff changes Sophie’s flavor but I think I still like it,” she said. She gave me one more tongue bath and got up before I was fully hard. “Look at that! It’s time to call Emily!” she called out.
None of us bothered to dress and as soon as Emily saw us on Skype, she stripped as well.
It must have taken Donna forever to code the letter she wrote. I read it out to our gathered pod.
Dear Jacob, I have resigned my position at Mad Anthony effective June first. I will begin teaching at Huntington in the fall. It is a good move for me and a bit of a promotion. That means, I will no longer be an employee of the Southwest Allen County Schools, nor will I be your teacher.
I would like to continue discussing your writing with you and helping you as I can. I believe some of your work deserves closer examination and more detailed discussion. I believe there might be ways in which I can help you add a touch of realism to your fiction. There is nothing like primary research to enhance the details of your writing.
I hope that after the first, you and members of your circle might stop to visit me as you run by. My home sits far back from the road at 5575 E. 800 S. I know you like to run in the mornings and my property has several nice trails.
I am confident you will correctly interpret this note and will closely guard its message.
Donna Levy
“She wants to join us!” Rachel squealed. “She does!”
“We’ve run right past her house on several occasions. She might even have seen us,” Nanette said.
“At the very least she wants to meet us,” I said.
“Let’s go now!” Brittany said.
“No, no, no,” I said. “She made it very clear that she is free of our school system the first of June. Four of us have exams with her this week. We absolutely cannot put her in a compromising position. I think she’d even be pretty angry with us if we tried to contact her in any way before the first.”
“I agree,” Nanette said. “However excited we are or want to be, we cannot jeopardize her work. Think about it. We wouldn’t imagine jeopardizing each other’s work. We need to treat Donna the way we respect and treat each other.”
“I agree,” Em said on Skype. “Speaking of which, I haven’t had dinner and I need to be up at four in the morning. Routes on holiday weekends are longer than normal to make up for drivers who have the holiday off. The good thing is that I’ll have the next holiday off. That’s Independence Day and I plan to take a week of vacation to celebrate the halfway point of my Service.”
“Good night, Em.”
“We love you.”
“Drive carefully, love!”
I should have been studying for my Biology and US History exams on Tuesday night. Instead, I was sandwiched between Brittany and Sophie. Sophie had to return to New York on Wednesday and we probably wouldn’t see her again until July. Same as Em. Brittany’s grandmother apparently felt that she and I were being chaperoned by Sophie, so it was okay for the three of us to go to Brittany’s room and close the door. I think that old woman knew twice as much about what was going on as she let people believe.
It didn’t take long for the three of us to be naked. I hadn’t really watched Sophie go down on Brittany before. Pumping into her from behind was a great opportunity to watch, though. Brittany held my eyes as she came on her aunt’s tongue and I pumped into her aunt’s pussy. Then Brittany changed places with her aunt and ate my come out of her. I laid my cock between Brittany’s cheeks and just rode the bliss. But Brittany had other plans. She moved forward and reached through her legs to grab my cock. I held my breath as she swabbed the head through her juicy slit.
I knew Brittany had had a variety of objects up her pussy when making love to our girlfriends, but not my cock. I thought for a moment this would be it. But Brittany kept hold of my cock with one hand as she ate her aunt and just used the head of my cock to stimulate her clit. It was stimulating the hell out of me, too. I held Brittany’s butt in my hands as I started thrusting forward, depending on her to keep my cock where she wanted it. And when Sophie came on Britt’s tongue while looking into my eyes, I pumped a gallon of jizz against Britt’s clit, which set her off as well.
I bid good night to my girlfriends about ten as they were wrapped in each other’s arms again.
It was difficult to contain ourselves all week. Brittany and I had Donna’s class first period. Desi and Beca had it third period. Rachel had been stopping to say hi to her once or twice a week all year. We just kept to our routine.
Almost.
Thursday, after the essay exam was handed in, and we were headed out, I dropped a red folder on her desk. She looked up at me with a little smirk and slid it into her briefcase.
“For relaxing after grading is done,” I said.
“I’ll need it,” she said. “Good luck next year.”
“And to you,” I said. We left it at that and I caught up with Brittany in the hall. We were headed to the cafeteria where most kids were hanging out when they didn’t have exams. I had to get to my fourth period Latin exam, but I was surprised to find Cindy sitting at the table with Rachel, Livy, and Joan. Desi and Beca were just getting ready for their English essay final and tried to get me to tell them what the subject was. We all knew, of course, that Donna gave different questions to the two sections and whatever I had would not be what they would have. After reviewing the basics, they took off to wait for the bell and I turned to Cindy.
“Are you all finished with exams?” I asked.
“Yes. I don’t know why I need to take things like Biology and Algebra. I can’t think of a single way that I will ever use any of what I supposedly learned. I passed the exams and have already forgotten everything but the Pythagorean Theorem,” she said. “Do you want to play? I mean our instruments?” After exams during first semester, we’d jammed together in the cafeteria.
“I didn’t bring my guitar today. And I still have an exam next period. Sorry.”
“Jacob? You’ll still play with me, won’t you?” she asked in a small voice.
“Yes! I really love our duets.”
“You could come to my house to practice this summer. You can… I don’t mind… Your girlfriends can come listen if they want to.”
“That’s sweet of you, Cindy. Maybe sometimes one or two will want to. We wouldn’t want to overwhelm your mother.”
“She’d probably be happy I wasn’t alone with you,” Cindy whispered. “I wouldn’t mind.”
I finished my last exam. We went to the awards ceremony and I was recognized as part of the cross country and track teams. I didn’t win enough points to be considered for a varsity letter but that didn’t make a difference to me. I didn’t need a participation award.
And then we were out of school.
Livy and I planned a long run for Friday morning but we didn’t intend to run past Donna’s house. We decided to do the run at the Huntington College course. When we told her, Nanette decided to take half a day off and come run with us. I wanted to get back in shape for 5k running and the best way to do that was to run ten. We had a great run and then walked the five-mile course as a cooldown.
Nanette really wanted me to train for a half marathon this summer and I was seriously considering it.
Saturday morning, I picked up Rebeca and the two of us slipped into Joan’s house and into her bed. Joan was going to graduate the next day and we just wanted to give her a little present. She was so surprised she giggled through her first orgasm. The closest Beca and I got to fooling around was pushing Joan’s legs back and open far enough that we could both reach her pussy and tongue-battle around her clit. Joan was sailing after that one.
I left the two girls together and enjoyed the rest of my Saturday. I did a solo performance Sunday morning in front of the new mural Joan had painted on my wall and in the posting, dedicated it to her in honor of her graduation.
Graduation was at the coliseum and, like Emily’s a year ago, was long. Then there was the party thrown by Joan’s mother. And meeting Joan’s father and stepmother. It was only the power of numbers that kept that under control. He started in on me and I just introduced him to Beca. Then ‘Joan’s other girlfriends’ in the pod. By the time we were done, he either thought we were harmless or it was too late.
Joan was tied up with parents, friends, and other relatives for a long time after we’d left.
Monday morning, I ran with Nanette and Livy before Nan went to work. Livy and I grabbed a shower together and just stretched out on my bed for a little nap. And stuff. I simply can’t be next to Livy—especially naked—and not have a demanding hard-on. I’m lucky she feels the same about it and eventually we fell asleep with her on top of me and me still in her.
When Livy dressed and went home, I sat around strumming my guitar. I was seriously considering taking a long run out by Donna’s house. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a car and it was about seven miles just to get to her place. And she specifically said to bring my circle with me, so an independent visit might not go over too well. We’d have to organize ourselves and maybe go out this weekend. My season of travel with Desi wouldn’t start until Indy PopCon the next weekend.
While I was fiddling and just wandering aimlessly in my room, I heard pounding on the front door. The bell rang and then the pounding resumed. It sounded urgent and I ran to see what was going on.
Rebeca, Rachel, and Livy were at the door. They’d all been crying. Beca threw herself into my arms and the sobs made me weep. I tried to calm her, petting her hair and her back and looking in vain for help from Rachel and Livy.
“She’s gone!” Beca finally gasped out.
“Gone? Who? What?” I definitely wasn’t getting it.
“Joan. Rachel picked me up to go to her house this morning and Sharon said her father took her to the induction center this morning. She left! She didn’t even say goodbye. She left and she’ll be gone for two years and I love her. Why didn’t she even say goodbye?”
Oh, fuck. I know why. If we’d been paying attention, we’d all have known. Joan was desperately afraid of the Service. Like Emily, she didn’t want to go. Unlike Emily, though, she chose to enter as quickly as possible so she could get it over with. She didn’t mean to hurt Beca but she couldn’t see past the impending doom.
“Kitten, listen to me. Come on. Let’s all go someplace more comfortable.” I started toward the living room but Rachel shoved me ahead to my bedroom. Beca didn’t let go of her death grip on my neck so I carried her and we all cuddled up on my bed. I needed a bigger bed.
I grabbed a tissue and wiped Beca’s eyes, handing the box around for Rachel and Livy. Beca blew her nose and her sobs slowed to little hiccups.
“I don’t think she could face saying goodbye,” I whispered. “I’d guess she’s on a bus someplace right now crying as hard as you are. I don’t think she could have left if she had to say goodbye. We need to send her all the strength and love we can right now. And when she calls in three weeks—and she will call you in three weeks—you need to support her and tell her how much you love and miss her. Don’t even think about yelling at her for going without saying anything. Think positive thoughts for her and remember how much you love her. She didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Really? I hate the National Service! I think everyone over 65 should have to serve instead of sitting in fucking congress!”
“We agree with that,” Rachel said. “Repeal 28.”
“Beca, we’re with you,” Livy said. “I know how much Joan means to you. It would be the same for me if Rachel and Jacob took off without telling me. But we’re here for you. We’re here every step of the way.”
“Remember. This is what being a pod is all about. We have a group to support those who are gone and those who are home. It will work out.”
Eight weeks. We’d get to see her on her way to NSO training before we even started school in the fall. We just needed to support each other.
We needed to be the pod we said we were.
END PART VIII
END BOOK 2
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