Double Tears
Chapter 126
“This will be the first of a thousand worlds that we will give life to. For we are gods, and we are lonely, so we shall create.”
—Adrian Tchaikovsky, Children of Time
DONNA’S HOUSE looked like a nudist colony Sunday morning. I followed the delightful asses of Rachel and Livy down the stairs to the kitchen where I caught them each in a big hug and kiss before letting them go to help get breakfast ready. Donna was standing at the stove wearing an apron and preparing the griddle for pancakes. That left her butt bare and inviting as I stepped up behind her and wrapped her in my arms. My cock nestled snugly between her buns.
“You’d better get your arms inside the apron so they don’t get spattered with grease,” she said as she rubbed the back of her head against me. Oh, yeah. I could even help protect her precious bits if I placed a hand over each of her breasts. “What time are Cindy and John showing up today?” she asked.
“We decided to start around eleven. Cindy doesn’t like getting up early,” I laughed, squeezing her breasts slightly. She looked up at the clock over the stove. It was just nine.
“Beca, take over for me on the griddle, please,” she called. Beca was quickly right there beside Donna, dressed in her own pinafore apron. Donna pushed back, moving me away from the stove so Beca could take over. Then she reached back and grabbed my stiffening cock. “You need a shower before she gets here so you don’t smell quite so much like your girlfriends’ pussies.” She led me by the cock into her bedroom and started taking off her apron. When I saw her standing there naked, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bed, which was such a mess I couldn’t tell where the end of the sheets was. I just laid her back on top and dropped to my knees so I could feast on her magical pussy.
I guessed right. Donna was ready for my mouth and in a few minutes, ready for my cock. We rolled onto the bed, touching and kissing more actively than we’d ever done before. It seemed neither of us could get enough of the other in our hands or mouths. I liked to take my time with my lovers but it was clear to me that this was a race to the finish and I picked up the pace of my thrusts into her while her volume rose.
She twisted hard and I rolled to my back. She came up posting on my cock with her head thrown back and her hands pinching my nipples. I pounded up into her and returned the favor by twisting her nipples a little harder than I usually do.
“Yes!” she screamed. Her pussy clamped down on my cock as she drove herself down to my pubic bone, rocking and shuddering. There was no way to delay my fulfillment but it was multiplied ten times over just by seeing her in such a state of ecstasy as I held her breasts in my hands and continued to rock in and out of her vagina.
She fell forward, supported in part by my hands cupping her boobs. Eventually she was lying on top of me, kissing, and I moved my hands down to her perfect ass.
“You were a wildcat!” I said. “I love it!”
“I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” she giggled, clenching and releasing her pelvic muscles around my cock. I might have to start up again if she kept that up. “Ever since Sophie and Brittany held me down and had their way with me. I was nowhere ready to quit when we decided to make breakfast. We should get that shower now.”
“I might need another round after that.”
“Haven’t you seen the convenient hand bars and seats in my shower? See if you can carry me there without coming out.”
I tried but getting out of bed while still connected proved too much. Nonetheless, as soon as the shower was started and we stepped in, Donna bent forward and I slid smoothly back inside her. We were working ourselves up pretty well when Nanette slid the shower door open and joined us.
“Oh, that looks like fun,” she laughed. “I got here just in time.”
“You might be too late,” Donna panted.
“Then I’d better hurry.” Nanette got down on the shower floor and pressed her face against Donna’s pussy as I continued to saw in and out. Nanette has a facile tongue and managed to even get a few licks in on my cock while she was beating Donna’s clit. Donna and I both exploded and I fell back a step, coming out of her. Nanette was right there to clean Donna out and get her another orgasm with her tongue. “Told you I got here just in time,” she giggled.
I pulled Nanette to me and kissed her as we all three washed the sex and sweat off each other.
“So, is it ‘Mozart in Hell’ today?” Desi asked when John arrived. Cindy was just a few minutes behind and her mother walked around to the back of the house with her.
“Yes and no,” I said. “We can’t use that name because it is Gambetta and Crary’s rendition. We’re simply billing it as ‘Mozart’s Piano Sonata No. 11 in A Major.’ We have our own hell to go through with it.”
“That’s really what that riotous piece is called?” Rachel asked. “I thought it was just a spoof. I didn’t know it was really Mozart.”
“Well, the whole Sonata isn’t as crazy as that one part but nearly everyone recognizes the Turkish March when they hear it. They just don’t realize that’s what it is,” Cindy said.
“We got Vinnie and Jannie to work on the arrangement with Cindy,” I said. “It might not be quite as riotous as Gambetta and Crary’s version, but I think our setting and staging is what will sell it.”
“Speaking of which, what are we going for? Rig up your instruments,” John said, handing us our pickups.
“We really want the country ambience,” I said. “We’ve got straw bales out by the woodlot, the swing here on the porch, and plan to do one on the tractor. Then cut them all together—with your kind expertise.”
John held up a hand to silence us all as he listened through his headset as he pointed a mike around.
“We’re going to get a little sound out here, but I think it will be subtle enough that we can keep it smooth. Everyone is going to know this isn’t a studio recording, though.”
“I think we’ve established pretty clearly that we’re performers, not recording artists,” Cindy said. “That’s the whole purpose.”
“We should include a take on that fallen log out in the woodlot,” John said, nodding to Donna. How did he know about the… Oh. Yeah. He used to live here part time with her. I put the flash of jealousy out of my mind by remembering what I’d been doing with Donna a couple of hours ago.
The recording went well. John was pleased enough with the sound he was getting that he managed to get everything in half a dozen takes. We did the piece all the way through at each of the locations while he moved as quietly as possible around us with the camera. Livy, being the tallest girlfriend, got to hold a mike on a boom that would capture our music but also the surrounding ambience in each of the settings. We were finished in three hours. A little exhausted, but we were all happy.
We’d taken so many practice exams in the past two weeks that the two-hour timed test for the PNSAT was almost a letdown. This time, it was obvious to all of us that the test was adaptive. One of the things we discovered through the sample tests was the art of hesitating. Ray Long had asked us to record our observations and send them to him each day and hesitation was one of the first we could contribute. The purpose of having a timed test like this is to see how much you can accomplish in a short period of time. Even if you get some answers wrong, responding quickly to questions shows a strong aptitude. I could get every numbers question correct, but if I took twice as long to answer them, it would show a low aptitude.
I realized how we’d been programmed at school. We are supposed to do well when we are tested to show how good we are. My new attitude toward school was to do well at what I liked and fuck the rest. For two weeks approaching the test, we were coached by our teachers to perform well so we would get good placement when it came to National Service. To perform well, you need to respond as quickly as possible to all the questions and get as many as possible completed. But the very pressure they put on us with a timed test was specifically to show where we could perform quickly and where we couldn’t. You could ‘do well’ on this test and show a high aptitude toward ditch-digging.
The four of us who were taking the test came out of it Wednesday pretty exhausted. I really needed the seven-mile run Jock sent me on after school. I set my pace and emptied my mind of everything else. I just ran. I’d have two days of light runs to stay loose before we headed to Terre Haute for the state championships Saturday morning.
They don’t exactly take a fan bus for cross country. In fact, we were only taking one team bus since we were only running nineteen competitors in three races. There would be seven varsity men, seven varsity women, and five varsity 10k runners. Twenty-four school teams and at least a hundred individual runners would be competing. Jock said there’d be 150 in my race. Nanette and Rachel were following the bus in Nanette’s Beetle. I was sure there were other fans who would make the four-hour drive, but not many. Livy and I boarded the bus at seven and found a seat. We leaned against each other and went to sleep.
Livy and her teammates were up for the first race at one o’clock. The draw showed our team in lane eight. That was going to put her in a press at the starting gun. Every competitor had a transponder in his or her bib. The transponders all started at the gun and recorded the finishing time at the chute. If you started at the back of the pack, it could be five seconds after the gun that you crossed the starting line, but if you were starting at the back of the pack, five seconds wasn’t going to make a difference in where you finished. The real problem was for the front runners to not let the pack box them in and slow their pace. That’s what happened to Livy last year. With 205 runners heading for a narrow trail a quarter mile away, it was all too easy to get behind someone and not be able to get around.
She’d been training hard for mass starts like this. She had her toe at the starting line when the gun sounded and was off like a flash. It’s risky to get out too fast and exhaust yourself with a sprint at the start and not have anything to give at the end of the race, but Livy had been training for this. She hit the chute in first place at a minute and ten seconds. Then you could see her settle in to her running pace. She was in the clear with a dozen runners in single file matching her step-for-step behind her. From there, you saw the results of the jam-up as some good runners got boxed in and would have to really struggle to catch the front runners. There would only be about twenty-five of the 205 runners who would complete the 5k at less than nineteen minutes.
The track at Terre Haute is flat and open. It winds and twists around a huge field so you can see all the runners at once. It’s a little hard to tell where in the pack some runners are because you have some who are running left to right before they hit a switchback and start right to left. An announcer who was spotting from a platform about ten feet up gave the name of the front runner and split times at each kilometer. Livy was in the lead at the first and second post with a pace of 3:34. (That’s minutes per kilometer, not mile.) At the third post, the lead had switched to a girl from Greencastle who had significantly picked up the pace. We could see, though, that Livy wasn’t letting her go. The rest of the front runners were beginning to trail out farther behind. If they held current positions, the fifth-place runner would be over a hundred meters behind the winner. From there, though, it was anybody’s guess.
Livy had a kick in the last 200 meters, but unfortunately, so did the girl from Greencastle. Livy crossed the finish line about twenty-five meters behind for second place. She looked totally wrung out. We couldn’t get to her because no one was allowed in the chute area but officials. At least they had water carriers meeting the runners. As soon as she’d passed the judge at the end of the chute, her time went up on the leader board. She’d succeeded in running a perfect 18:00. The winner had run in 17:53.8.
The boys’ varsity race was at 1:45. I’m afraid I wasn’t paying any attention to it. I was getting my pace set and music in my head to help me go. There had been a reason I wanted to do the Mozart with Cindy on Sunday. It was the perfect running pace and my fingers were twitching in time to the music when I lined up at the start at 2:30. We were running the same course as the 5k, but we had to run the entire circuit twice.
There were fewer in our start than in the shorter races, but that wasn’t saying much. There could still be a jam-up with 150 runners. I wasn’t as good at a fast start as Livy, but runners tended not to start as fast for 10k as for 5k. All I could do was hope and run my own race. The gun fired and we were off.
Our team’s strategy of maintaining tight pacing at the start of a race paid off. We were straight into the narrow path and other runners had to adjust pace to fit in. We were far enough forward not to get too pinched as the bulk of the runners jammed up. About thirty runners had made the trail ahead of us, but it seemed like several had used Livy’s technique of a sprint at the start and then slowing down to a pace that was lower than our standard. The five of us moved to the left side of the trail and started overtaking runners. At 2k, there were a dozen runners still ahead of us. I raised my hand with a little wave, our team signal that Ryan was taking over as pacesetter and I was moving out. It was important for the rest of the team to maintain their pace as long as possible and not try to match me when I picked mine up.
I recognized four of the guys ahead of me by their jerseys. I’d seen them before. Two had beaten me in the semi-state and one tied me. I hadn’t seen the front runner since the first competition of the season. He was from Culver Military Academy. By the time we started the second circuit, it was just the five of us out front.
I tried to ignore the positions and paces of my competitors. That’s a lot harder than you might think. You automatically want to compete with the way the other guy is running. You start thinking you are racing him instead of racing yourself. I doubted I could win this race but even if I placed last among these five, my team would still get two points for second since three of the guys were independents. I just had to keep running my race. And in the last half-kilometer, that left me in third place. I’d seen a lot of runners start their kick too soon and then die in the last hundred. The guy from Culver was more than half a kilometer ahead and was entering the chute when the guy from Carroll started his kick. Well, this was it. Do or die. I couldn’t hear any footsteps behind me so I moved over and picked up the pace to run beside him. And that’s how we entered the bulb before the chute. I could see the line ahead of me and pounded out the last hundred meters.
I had half a step on him at the finish line.
Between the end of the race and the awards, we got to walk around and mingle with our fans, meaning Livy and I got some serious hugging from Nanette and Rachel. I’d run a 5:40 pace for six and a quarter miles! And I’d scored first place on the teams for one point. Mad Anthony ended up with its first state championship in ultra cross.
Livy and I grabbed water bottles and splashed each other’s armpits so we wouldn’t stink too badly on the four-hour bus ride home. It was eight thirty and dark when we got back to school. Rachel and Nanette met us when we got off the bus and took us to Nanette’s house, where they bathed us, fed us, and got in bed with us.
1 November 2020
So, cross country is over. I’m not participating in any more sports this year. Livy has basketball practice starting tomorrow. She’s such a jock. I’m content to have nothing to focus on but music, writing, and girlfriends. Of course, I’m not going to just flunk out of everything else. That would bring the parents crashing down on me. But the relative importance of my other subjects is low.
This next weekend, we have two big events. Desi will be performing in ‘The Fishbowl’ for the fall theatrical presentation. That will be fun. She says it’s strictly performed for laughs. And Saturday is Rachel’s eighteenth birthday. I know I shouldn’t play favorites with my girlfriends, but I plan to make this weekend really special for my Rachel. For all that we both love and cherish all our girlfriends and make love with them, there’s just something extra special about being with Rachel.
The other big thing happening this month is Thanksgiving. Both Em and Joan are taking vacation time and will be home all that week. Donna has suggested that we all move out to the farmhouse for the week and prepare Thanksgiving dinner for all our families. I can hardly believe how generous she’s being. We’ll have to rent tables and chairs to seat everyone. And Em will leave her teens that week when she celebrates her twentieth birthday.
We’ve found out more about National Service Occupations with the results of Livy’s NSAT test. The National Service Corps has its fingers in everything, including international athletic competitions. For the first time ever, Team USA at the summer Olympics in Tokyo was composed of a majority of people in the Corps. The NS is fielding multiple teams in every sport, playing against each other and against colleges. Livy has been given a gold rating for athletic aptitude pending physical testing. She might spend her service playing basketball or running!
Of course, we’re all wondering what that will mean for the rest of us. How far can we manipulate our NSO objectives?
END PART X
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