Double Tears
Chapter 133
“Beware of more powerful weapons. They often inflict as much damage to your soul as they do to your enemies.”
—Greg Cox, The Rise and Fall of Khan Noonien Singh
OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS, I spent intense loving time with each of my girlfriends. It wasn’t all spent in bed, but a lot of it was as I focused on reconnecting with each one. I spent some quality time with Cindy, too, some of which wasn’t even about music. I took her to get a burger for lunch one day just for a chance to talk where there were no instruments to distract us. It was a good conversation after a few false starts. We talked about what she liked to do that wasn’t related to music (eat) and what goals she had in life that didn’t involve her flute (have a family). We walked around the mall for a while after lunch and I wasn’t all that surprised to find her hand in mine.
I guess I was more surprised than anything when her mom and dad gave her permission to spend New Year’s Eve at the farm with us.
“Is there anything significantly different about your behavior at the farm than at the Ren Faire?” Mark asked.
“No. I guess not,” I said. “We’ll have dinner, play games, watch the Times Square Ball drop on TV, and probably all collapse in a heap on the floor until morning.”
“It’s the heap I’m worried about,” Betty sighed.
“I think we set that precedent already,” Mark overrode her. “Cynthia, you’re a big girl now and we trust you to make good decisions. Jacob, we’re trusting you with our little girl and expect the best from you and your pod.”
“Yessir,” I said.
Nanette and Brittany got back from Kansas on Monday.
“It was so cool!” Brittany said. “She’s a real trucker. She didn’t have Monday to Wednesday off but we got to ride with her in her cab and that included sleeping in the berth at night. I might become a trucker, too.”
“Wasn’t it awfully crowded in the berth?” I stupidly asked.
“We found both interesting and comfortable positions,” Nanette laughed. They dragged me over to Nanette’s house and demonstrated a couple of those positions.
Rachel and Livy went to Chicago Wednesday to pick up Beca. We skyped that night as we all wished Joan a happy birthday.
“You guys don’t have to be so reserved just because the little kid is here,” Cindy said as we were all hanging out at Donna’s on New Year’s Eve. “If my being here means you can’t act like you normally do, I should go home.”
“Cindy, we’re just…”
“I know what you’re just doing,” she said. “And I know if I wasn’t here, you’d probably all be naked and making love. I’m not, like, ready to participate in any of that but I don’t want to stop you, either. Go ahead. Get naked. Make love if you want to. I don’t mind. There. Now I’m topless, too.” Cindy stripped off her T-shirt and we all gasped. I tried not to stare at her lacy bra on those delicate little tits. It was hard, though.
I mean hard.
Nanette visibly cringed away. She’d been the most paranoid about being sexual around Brittany when she was fifteen. Donna and Sophie seemed either relaxed or resigned. Of course, it was Beca who dealt with the issue.
“Okay, Cindy. We appreciate what you’re saying.” She stripped off her own T-shirt but unlike Cindy, there was no bra under it. “You are right that we’re pretty casual about clothes. We like our bodies and we like each other’s bodies. But we never want to make any of our pod mates uncomfortable by our nudity. That doesn’t just mean you being uncomfortable with us being nude but us being comfortable with you being nude. Since your parents gave you permission to be here among us when you are below the age of consent, and since they know a good portion of us are sexually active, we can consider that to be their consent for you to participate. But not to force yourself on anyone.”
“I wouldn’t force myself…”
“Taking off your shirt could have been considered that way. So, let’s just say everyone here tonight is a part of our pod and can engage in whatever level of nudity they are personally comfortable with and if we aren’t comfortable with it, we’ll ignore it. Good?”
“That’s good,” we all agreed. I saw Desi get out of her bra as quickly as she could. She’d never dream of going out without that support but when she was just lying around at home, she hated them. I wasn’t sure what to do, until Rachel reached over and pulled at my shirt.
“Relax, baby. Help me with my shirt, too?” Topless was no big deal to me but when Rachel’s boobs came into view, I couldn’t help caressing them a little.
“Guys, we should make one more rule,” she said loudly enough so that everyone turned and saw my hands on her tits. “A few kisses and loving caresses are fine, but if you’re getting into a heavy make-out session and it looks like it’s going all the way, go get a room. We’ve got four bedrooms and there’s no reason for us to make a display of ourselves if we’re making love.” There were nods all around. “For example, just now, Livy and I are taking our boyfriend upstairs and we’ll be back to play more games in a while.” With that, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the stairs. Livy was already halfway up them in nothing but her panties.
“As soon as I saw Cindy in her bra, I knew you were going to have problems standing up,” Rachel laughed as she pulled my jeans and boxers off. Livy stood over my face, making sure my tentative erection was at full force. “I figured our best bet was to bring you upstairs and tie you to the bed so your girlfriends could take turns visiting you.”
“What?” I screamed, starting to sit up. My face rose straight into Livy’s pussy and I lost my train of thought.
“Not literally. And you can come downstairs any time you want to. But… well, this is going to be a hard night for you,” Rachel giggled. “We’ll be making love to each other, I’m sure, but we all want a little Jacob action. Got it?”
“Yeah. I’ve got it.” I licked the length of Livy’s slit as I felt Rachel stretching a condom over me.
“This is so you don’t go off too quickly and then can’t get up for another,” Rachel instructed. “But it’s also so none of us girls end up with come running down our legs when another of our girlfriends wants to lick us.” Instructions finished, I felt Rachel slide down the length of my cock as she buried it in her pussy.
It wasn’t like there was a line at the door waiting for the gift of Jacob’s cock. But sometime during the night—before or after the ball fell—I was led by the hand to the bedroom that had been designated as mine and was fucked by my girlfriends. They did a pretty good job of keeping me hard without coming most of the night, too.
Sophie and Brittany were the only other pair who double-teamed me. And dipping from one to the other as they lay face to face kissing and grinding made it impossible for me to hold back coming. I think it was in Brittany. Desi wanted a little one-on-one time but focused on getting off and getting out.
“I’ve got you Saturday and Sunday after the show,” she said. “I just wanted a little New Year’s Eve reminder. Love you, Jacob.” She did get her panties on before she bounced downstairs again. I had a pair of track pants in one of the drawers—the ones I’d worn to run in last Saturday—so I just slipped those on without bothering about underwear or socks or a shirt. The girls were playing a lively game of spoons. Nanette and Cindy were the only ones left with bras on. Such a contrast. Nanette in a sports bra that did nothing to enhance her small chest. Cindy in a very girlie lacy bra that I’m sure she chose just for this occasion. I tried not to stare, but I could see the tracery of her nipples beneath the lace.
Something happened in the game and Nanette stood up saying she lost and needed a drink. Of course, nothing alcoholic was in the house. Donna had insisted on that. I was standing in the kitchen so I grabbed a glass and used the ice maker to fill it before handing it to her.
“Just water,” she said, leaning against me and filling the glass. “Take me to your room, Jacob.”
The time with Nanette was slow and gentle. She shunned the use of a condom and said she’d be happy to carry my sperm in her vagina for the rest of the night. She didn’t intend to take her panties off again. She lay beside me and soon we were joined, moving minutely.
“Is it too much for you, Nan? Cindy, I mean?” I asked.
“No. It’s okay. I love her, you know? She’s one of us. It’s only my paranoia and guilt about being with a young teen. I’ve almost gotten over it with the other girls. Brittany made it her mission to get me past it. But I still have moments when I think, ‘What business does a woman my age have lusting after these girls?’ You know what I mean. Before I met you, I don’t remember ever having lustful thoughts about teen girls. I’m worried that I’m turning into a pedophile.”
“I understand better than you might imagine,” I sighed. I wasn’t going to expose any of my story to Nanette tonight but I wanted to give her some comfort and guidance. “Let me ask you: Do you lust after every young teen you see?”
“No! Just the little cuties in our pod. Sometimes I can’t keep my hands off Livy.”
“We all have that problem,” I laughed. “She’s a tall thin sex goddess. But think about it. Here’s the way I see it. Beca says she’s lesbian but she kisses me and sometimes we have oral together. She says it’s because we love each other and that overrides her orientation. I think it’s the same way with the girls. We’re not pedophiles but we’re in love and that overrides our age judgment.”
“I heard Joan comment when she was home at Thanksgiving that she wasn’t the least bit gay but she still got wet whenever one of us kissed her and wanted to make love with her. She said no other girls affected her at all,” Nan said. She shifted so I rolled to my back and she posted on my dick. “And you. I have to remind myself sometimes that you’re only a teen. I look at you and see your maturity and your love and your concern for our well-being. And then I know how much I love you and how turned on I am by you, no matter what our age difference. I love you, Jacob. In this whole crazy relationship thing, I know that for a fact.”
“I’m sleepy,” Cindy said. I was still sitting on the sofa where I’d been when we counted down the seconds and then all kissed each other. Cindy had crawled over to me and gave me a little peck on the lips, then sat on the sofa leaning against me. It was almost one o’clock and we hadn’t moved. I had an arm around her bare shoulders and was thankful my dick had been well-drained before midnight. All Cindy was wearing was her bra and matching panties. It was all I could do not to reach down and stroke her little round bottom.
“Do you want a bed or do you want to just stretch out here on the couch? I’ll get you a blanket and pillow.”
“Aren’t you going to be my pillow?” she pouted.
“No,” I said firmly. “Desi or Brittany would probably come be your pillow if you’d like.”
“That’s okay. I guess I’ll just stay here on the sofa.”
“Switch with me, Jacob,” Donna said softly. She had a blanket and pillow and had put on a sleepshirt. I supported Cindy while Donna slid into my place and stretched out beside her. “Okay, girlfriend. Just relax back against me and go to sleep, honey. Jacob will cover us up. I’m too sleepy to make it to my bed.”
“Mmm. I like you, Donna. You’re comfy.”
I spread the blanket over the two and gave each a little kiss goodnight. I turned off the TV and the only light left in the room was from the dying fire. I wasn’t sure where everyone else had disappeared to. I climbed the stairs up to my room.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” I said when I flipped on the light and saw Beca in the bed. “I’ll go someplace else.”
“Did I get the wrong room? Isn’t this where you’re sleeping?”
“I planned to.”
“Stick to the plan, Jacob. We haven’t slept together in a long time—just the two of us.” That was true. I slid into bed behind her and she slapped at my track pants. “Lose them,” she commanded. I did and Beca snuggled her naked body up against mine. Before long, we were asleep.
I woke up slowly in the morning, aware that I was being manipulated by Beca’s hands. We were still spooned together but she’d lifted her leg to lie on top of my hip. She was guiding the tip of my cock in stroking her clit, using the precome I was leaking to lubricate it. She didn’t produce much lubrication of her own and was depending on the slick head of my cock to stimulate her clit. She was breathing heavily and I soon joined her. She wasn’t stroking me. It was only the glans that was really being stimulated. And it certainly was. I found myself making little thrusts against her, greeted with moans.
We’d touched and licked each other on occasion but I couldn’t remember a time when our genitals had touched on more than a slight hug. Beca froze and panted as a little cry escaped her lips. She kept moving my cock around and rose to another peak. I was getting close, too.
“Tell me when,” she whispered as she stroked a couple of times and continued stimulating the head.
“Soon,” I said. “Very soon. Beca, that’s just…” I groaned as I felt the surge in my balls. And just at that moment, Beca pushed my cock back so I was right at the entrance of her pussy. I froze. If I thrust, I’d be inside her. But I didn’t thrust. There was nothing I could do to stop my orgasm, though, and I pumped three strong jets. She pushed my cock back farther until it lay cradled between her cheeks.
“I have your semen in my vagina,” she whispered. She shuddered again in a tiny orgasm.
We’d all eaten lunch and cleaned up Donna’s house, including stripping and making all the beds and getting the laundry done. Everyone was pretty much dressed, though in some instances there was a noticeable lack of underwear. We flipped on the television to tune in the Rose Parade.
They’d just shown the first float and marching band when the show was interrupted by an emergency news broadcast.
“A United States citizen has been critically wounded at the Mexican border early this morning. Authorities have identified the victim as nineteen-year-old Blake Randolph of Carson City, Nevada. In an overture of peace, the young man approached the border with flowers outstretched in his arms and was greeted with an explosion that has taken both his legs. He is being treated at El Paso Regional Hospital and is in critical condition,” the newscaster read. New graphics behind him announced “Attack at the Border!” A marquee at the bottom of the screen held only the words, ‘Youth wounded in border skirmish.’
There followed an announcement from the White House that called it a blatant attack at our southern border and swore swift response.
“How much of any of that can we believe?” Beca asked. She looked to Donna. Our former teacher switched off the TV and routed her computer to the screen. We watched as she searched for news and tuned in to the Global News Network Online. The network had a good reputation in the three years it had existed. It was known for unbiased reporting, but in my experience, unbiased always meant it was biased in your favor.
“Last night, a member of the US National Service Corps crossed the Rio Grande River into Mexico. He wandered into a minefield as he approached the border wall and was severely wounded. I have Derek Loess with me for an analysis and research. Tell us how Mexico can get away with wounding an American with land mines.”
“That’s not a problem, Janelle. First off, let’s look at this map. As you can see, the US/Mexican border is a surveyed line down the center of the Rio Grande River. There are fences on both sides of the water. This second line is the Mexican border wall. It follows a more direct line than the course of the river, sometimes over a mile away from the banks. Building a wall that exactly followed the national boundary was shown many times to be infeasible. But the location of the wall does not affect the national boundaries. In order for young Blake Randolph to be in this position, he had to illegally cross the US border fence, illegally cross the Rio Grande River, illegally cross the Mexican border fence, and illegally enter the country of Mexico. He then ignored prominent warning signs announcing ‘Perigo Minas!!’ with skull and crossbones. Ultimately, he stepped on a landmine.”
“What is Peligro Minas?” Janelle asked.
“It is Spanish for Danger Mines.”
“Is there any evidence that Blake Randolph speaks Spanish?”
“I think the message is quite clear. If you want to go to Mexico, you should learn their language.”
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