Double Twist
Chapter 158
“I want to live my life in such a way that when I get out of bed in the morning, the devil says, ‘Aw shit, he’s up!’”
—Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
SCHOOL WASN’T WAITING for any of us. We were studying for all we were worth and feeling behind from day one. We maintained the system of everyone coming out to the farm on Wednesdays to study, though with Donna, Nanette, Emily, and me living there full time, the rest of the pod was welcome any time. The rest of my cross country training that week was focused on the first 10k meet on Saturday. We did weight and sprint training on Monday and interval training on Tuesday and Wednesday. I knew Thursday, Jock would send us out for a timed 10k to see if we stood a chance in the meet Saturday.
Cindy and I met with Ms. Devine Wednesday morning to work on arranging. We were definitely not going to be ready to arrange the Glory soundtrack and practice it in the time we had left. Donna got a response back from TriStar Pictures with details on rights and it seemed we could get them at a reasonable rate, especially if we were doing our own arrangement.
“You need to call her,” Cindy whispered in my ear. I’m not sure how it happened that the two of us were in bed together without any pod mates chaperoning. I hadn’t made any big moves on her and wasn’t sure what her intention was. She wore a T-shirt to bed, but it was short enough for me to catch a glimpse of her naked pussy so I’m not sure what good it would do if things got out of hand.
“Really, Cindy? Did you like her enough to have her work with us?”
“Yeah. I did. I know she was flirting with you outrageously, but she was kind and respectful and showed a huge amount of talent. It might not work out later, but right now, we need her.”
“You know I’ll do it for you,” I said. “But you need to work on something, too. I’m handling too much of our post show conversations. You need to take a bigger part.”
“I’m taking speech this year. It’s so hard for me to interact with people unless I have my flute between us. That’s why I like talking to you. I never feel like I need to talk louder or be more assertive. You always pay attention. But I’ll get better at public speaking. It’s just hard.”
“I understand. Maybe I listen better because the other girlfriends have beaten it into me. I don’t think I’m that great my…” Cindy cut me off through the expedient of pressing her lips to mine and her tongue into my mouth. As we kissed, my hand sort of acted by itself to caress her breasts and then to cup her bare butt and hold her near me.
“I’m really starting to like making out,” she sighed as she clutched herself to me. “I think I got more practice in Kentucky than I’ve ever had. Don’t you love Desi’s breasts? She let me suck on her nipple and I wanted to just go to sleep there with it in my mouth.”
“I’ve done that,” I laughed. “I’m glad you enjoy making out but we should be careful about how friendly we get when we’re naked in bed. I don’t want to do something you’ll regret.”
“I should have put panties on and left the shirt off,” she sighed. “I just… My body wants to do stuff my head hasn’t caught up with yet. I just love being close to you and feeling your strong hands holding and touching me. I’m sorry if I’m… um… teasing. That’s not what I meant to do.”
“Cindy, I just want to be here for you and not pressure you. That goes for music and sex and travel and whatever else. It just gets hard sometimes. But I know how to take care of that,” I said.
“Yeah. You could walk into any other room in the house and take care of it,” she giggled. Her leg came up over mine and stroked the length of my hard cock with the bare skin of her thigh. I moaned a little. Then I felt her hand shift and stroke me for the first time. “I know what to do but I’ve never given anyone but myself a hand job. Tell me what to do to get you ready to sleep.”
“Oh, Cindy. Are you sure you want to do that?”
“Yes. I can feel you pulsing beneath my fingers. I’ve seen you explode with Beca and Desi and Brittany and Donna. Let me feel you come between my fingers.”
“That won’t take much more encouraging,” I sighed, reveling in her touch. My hand returned to stroking her nipple through her T-shirt. She shifted and pulled the shirt up under her arms so I had her bare breasts in my hand. That amped up what I was feeling and the imminence of my release. “Slick up your hand with my precome and smooth it down over the head.”
“Like this?”
“Yeah. I love the way your hand is gliding up and down my shaft. Just a little firmer at the head. Yeah. Oh, yeah.”
“Come for me, Jacob. I want to feel it in my hand. Do it.”
There was no way I could stop it. I started firing and the first shot hit my arm and dripped onto her breast. She didn’t let go and the next shot hit my stomach. There were several more small spurts and dribbles.
“God, Cindy, that was incredible.” I kissed her again and she rolled off me. I wasn’t sure what was happening until I felt her hips moving and saw both her hands between her legs, one furiously jilling her clit and the other pumping in and out. I collected a bit of the come on her chest and used it to lubricate my fingers as I rubbed and pinched her nipples.
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed before I managed to get my mouth back over hers. Cindy might not think she has the emotional maturity to have sex but she has the most vocal orgasms of any girl I’d ever met. She liked to come and let everyone know about it. There were a few more shudders from her body as she sought my lips again and pushed her fingers into her pussy.
I heard a noise and looked up to see all our pod standing inside the doorway. It was obvious from our positions and the amount of come on my stomach that we hadn’t fucked. Cindy’s pussy was still full of her fingers. Donna went into the bathroom and collected a warm washcloth and a towel. Our pod ministered to us, cleaning and kissing and holding us. Eventually I found Donna had wiggled between us, ‘just in case I needed some more direct attention,’ and Emily and Nanette bracketed us. The bed wasn’t really big enough for five, but we stacked the layers so we could all get to sleep.
“Dr. D says you are coming out in a few weeks and she wants me to be your coordinator. Since she’s my boss, I take that as an order unless you don’t want me around,” Remas said when I called her.
“We’d definitely like you to be our coordinator,” I said. “It wouldn’t surprise me if Donna contacts you this weekend.”
“Man, for an English teacher, she sure knows her way around production. And she’s so damned pretty! A girl could get lost just looking at her face. Then there’s all the rest.”
“You won’t find me in disagreement,” I laughed. “I had another purpose in calling besides discussing my pod mates’ beauty.”
“Oh, yeah. Jacob, I didn’t mean to sound like I was in lust or anything but…”
“How would you like to start your audition early?”
“What? You mean it?”
“We don’t have an arrangement for the music we want to perform in September. We were wondering if you’d take a look at it.”
“I… Sure! Um… what do I have to work with?”
“I’ll send some YouTube links. We’ll be working with Cindy’s and my instruments and Desi’s voice.”
“Is she the one who did the vocal for The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly? What a set of pipes, not to mention how beautiful another of your pod mates is.”
“Yeah. I could see branching off into some other themes besides just the way they performed this for the movie. The words are the Dies Irae from the requiem mass. You don’t have a problem with working on religious material, do you? I mean Christian religious. Mostly,” I asked. She made a ‘pfut’ noise.
“Most music is religious,” she said. “A lot of it is Christian. Some of it is just odes to love and poetry, but it’s all religious, just the same. I’ve played Mozart’s Requiem and, in fact, will be playing it in our 9/11 memorial concert. I only have one god, Jacob. Music.”
“Remas, I think we’ll get along just fine.”
“I’ll ask Dr. D if I can come out to work with you on the first. Until then, we can just shoot things back and forth through email.”
“That will be great. Thanks.”
Friday morning, Cindy and I looked at the first thirty measures Remas sent over. I was thankful she wasn’t waiting until she had the whole piece arranged before she started sending stuff but I was still surprised that she’d sent something so quickly. I wondered if she had access to sheet music we didn’t have yet. TriStar had been quick to approve the use but were sending the score by mail. As in the post office. I didn’t realize anyone actually sent things other than advertising through the mail. Remas sent the music via email with a pdf attachment. We didn’t even print it out. We set Cindy’s tablet on the music stand and started playing.
Of course, it was missing Desi’s voice. I could see what we would be doing with our Friday night date. It was haunting and beautiful with an undertone of conflict brewing and determination to do what was right. All the time announcing that God the judge was approaching and would send a trumpet to open the sepulchers to judge the living and the dead.
Brittany and Sophie were working on a visual interpretation. You really can’t just call what they do dance. I found that out when I played flamenco music and Sophie danced behind me. This was far more than that and Beca and Emily were right in there, helping them with the interpretations.
I caught the team bus Saturday morning in plenty of time for us to get to The Plex for our first meet of the season. We had five buses headed to the meet to accommodate the two hundred teammates and staff. Half our teammates were going just for the fun of attending a meet. There were only three teams, Hokum, Snider, and Mad Anthony, so they were allowing twenty runners from each school in the race. We had varsity, JV, and freshman teams for both girls and boys, plus our iron man 10k team. Seven races.
The 10k, of course, was the last race. By this time, we were down to eighteen runners who were sticking it out to compete from our school. Hokum had fifteen and Snider had twelve. It was still only the first five finishers on each team who scored. The lowest possible number of points we could achieve was fifteen if we captured the first five places. But we really had no idea how good the runners from the other two schools were. We’d find out soon.
My watch was ticking out a six-minute mile pace when the gun fired and I jumped on it immediately. Not all the runners on our team could start at that pace, but I was the only one so far who could carry it for the full six point two miles. I was hoping I’d feel up to a half-mile kick when I got to that point. I knew three of my teammates were in a row right behind me and when we made the turn for the first bridge, I could see jerseys from both other schools right with us. We’d see if they could maintain that pace. A guy from Hokum took off around me on the bridge and set a faster pace. He drew two guys from Snider with him. We ran our race and my team stayed right with me.
As I suspected, the Hokum runner had been a rabbit, intended to draw runners into too fast a pace so his teammates could overtake them with a steady pace that matched mine closely. At the five-kilometer post, we’d passed all three of the runners who had moved ahead and they were falling steadily behind.
I was feeling good and strong at the nine-kilometer post and tapped my watch to pick up the pace. It wasn’t quite a sprint home, but the string of runners who had been staying close to us started stretching out behind. Unfortunately, my guys didn’t all have any gas left and started stringing out farther behind. I hit the chute first and looked to find a Hokum runner, two of my guys and a Snider runner in the first five places. I wasn’t sure how it shaped up from there back. I got distracted when a voice called out from the end of the chute.
“I sure hope you’ve got more than that when you reach basic training! Everyone in my cadre would have beaten you!”
“Livy! What are you doing here?” I was handed my place certificate by the judge at the end of the chute and ran to greet my tall sexy girlfriend.
“I’m in transit to my NSO training this week. I made the cut!”
“I love you!” We had a nice deep kiss for our reunion. If anything, Livy was leaner than she’d been when she graduated, but she wasn’t thinner. She was solid as a rock.
“I better get some loving tonight,” she said. “Got it?”
“You’re going to get it,” I laughed.
Of course, Jock got in on the action and greeted Livy, happy to know she was headed for advanced training. Then he called the guys and girls to the buses and we had to head back to the school. I showered quickly and ran out to meet my girlfriends. Nanette had dropped me off this morning and watched the meet with Emily and Brittany. They excused me to ride back to the farm with Livy.
We didn’t head straight for the farm. The little cemetery we’d often parked behind was surrounded by corn fields and even more invisible at this time of year than when we’d first discovered it. She tossed a blanket to me and by the time I was out of the Jeep, she’d already stripped her bra top off and was wiggling her shorts off her butt. I hurried to get the blanket spread out and get out of my clothes.
“Jump my bones!” she squealed as I landed on top of her. She raised her legs and crossed her ankles behind my back, pulling me toward and into her. She was slick and warm and yummy. I started pumping right away, unable to resist the welcome I was receiving. It didn’t take us long to reach the peak.
“Wow, Livy. Are you always this hot to trot now?”
“We only have two days before I have to fly to Denver. And I needed something in my pussy for Beca to find when she dives down there.” We dressed and drove on to the farm while I marveled at my athletic girlfriend.
I won’t say we spent all weekend in bed, but we did spend all weekend naked.
“Denver? Damn, that’s a long way away,” I moaned. Livy twitched her hips and I moaned again for a different reason. I was lying on my back and Livy was astride. I felt Nanette’s tongue run from my balls up through Livy’s crack. Livy twitched again.
I was surprised that Livy wanted to do a full 21k run with Nanette and me Monday morning. She’d shown the 7:30 pace we’d set was not beyond her at all. She probably could have run it at a 6:00 pace. When the three of us got back and showered, we tumbled into bed instead of me going to school and Nanette going to work. I didn’t think I’d make any of my morning classes. Ah well.
“It’s one of the NSO training camps for athletics. My guess is that if I make the cut, I’ll be assigned to a biathlon team. The 2022 Olympics in Beijing will be Winter Olympics. They won’t be sending basketball players or distance runners. But it turns out I’m a pretty good shot with my rifle. Denver is the base for teaching skiing.”
“But they only enter, like, two or three people in that event, don’t they? What if you don’t make the cut?”
“Then I’ll probably be stationed in Houston and play basketball or run. Even in non-Olympic years, there are a lot of international competitions for summer games. And the way for a nation to become competitive is to have a number of teams competing internally. Biathlon is a long shot for me. Half marathon isn’t.”
“I wonder if that’s why they started half marathon competitions in high school,” I said. I was flagging and Livy stretched out on top of me letting me feel the full weight of her elegant body on me. Nanette crawled up beside us and wrapped her arms around us.
“We could nap for a little while before Livy has to go to the airport,” Nan said.
“Just like this,” I said. “I want to feel as much of you on me as I can. I miss you, Livy.”
“Yeah. Me too,” she answered. “I like what I’m doing because it’s what I like doing. But I really miss being with my mates. I want to come home more often.”
“Wherever you end up, we’ll schedule performances or videos there,” I said firmly. “We’ll do the same thing with Rachel. I didn’t see Em often enough when she was in service. I’m not going to let go so easily with you and Rachel.”
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