Double Twist
Chapter 173
“Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it.”
—Candace Bushnell, Sex and the City
20 OCTOBER 2021
I’m ready to volunteer and go into service right now. Not because I’m looking forward to service, but because I’m so frustrated with all the crap I have to deal with. Christ, I sound like a teenager.
It’s school, mostly. I have Livy home for one week before she heads to Virginia and I’m in school all day. Then running after school. Thank God, my viol and mandolin lessons are during first period. I need more rehearsal time with Cindy and Desi if we’re going to get this program ready to perform by Christmas. And that means I need more time with Remas who is alone with Livy in the house all day while I’m at school.
Edepol nunc nos tempus est malas peioris fieri.
You see I am learning something in Latin. ‘When a woman is openly bad, she at last is good.’
I wonder what Livy and Remas get up to during the day. They are certainly up to mischief at night. Em crawled into bed last night, bit both girls and settled on top of me. Establishing her territory, I suspect.
We’ve begun an interesting unit in English. ‘What are the monsters we create?’ Featured readings are Beowulf and Frankenstein. It’s going to be slow going getting through this old English but the story is interesting.
Hwæt. We Gardena in geardagum,
Þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon,
hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon.
That should be evidence enough that English did not originate with Latin. Fortunately, we are reading a more modern translation.
LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!
And then there’s orchestra.
“Hopkins!” My head jerked up from my music to look at LeBlanc. It was the first time he’d spoken directly to me since I fainted before the fall concert. I was beginning to think he’d really gotten in trouble.
“Yes, sir.”
“Please bring your mandolin and come to the hot seat.” Oh, shit. The hot seat was where soloists perform up next to the podium. I’d only been working on playing the mandolin for a few months and hadn’t used it in orchestra at all. “Carol, please take the second seat and David, the third. I believe you’ll recognize this piece from your lessons,” he continued. “I’ve been promising something Italian for a while. You’ll all find an arrangement of Vivaldi on your stands: Concerto in A Minor, L’Estro armónico. We will do a moderate pace run-through of this piece. Carol, you will take the lead solo part in the first movement, Allegro. Hopkins, the lead in the second movement, Largo. David, buckle up for the third movement, Presto.” He tapped his baton a couple times to make sure he had everyone’s attention, gave us the tempo, and Carol was off with the orchestra valiantly keeping up with her.
The second movement, Largo, is slow. That’s what it means. Thank God! I could never have played this instrument at the speed Carol had managed in the first movement and I knew LeBlanc was intentionally taking us through the whole piece at a slower tempo than called for. The second movement is only a minute and a half long and I didn’t hit many entirely wrong notes. Then David took off on the last movement, Presto, and even off tempo it was faster than I could imagine ever playing the mandolin. LeBlanc finally cut us off and I breathed again.
“December 7, our winter concert. Practice, people. Practice. Hopkins, I’ve given you the slow movement so you can get used to the fingering of the mandolin. I expect you to be able to do all three movements by the end of the year. People, after the winter concert, I will select viola, cello, and double bass to join these three in a chamber concert. Rose, you will accompany on piano.”
“Hey. I just wanted to wish you good luck tomorrow,” I said when Lacie answered her phone.
“You won’t be coming to the meet?”
“No. There’s no way they’ll give me the afternoon off to go with the team when I’m not running. But say, Em is driving the team bus. You know she’ll cheer you on,” I said. The semi-state 10k would be run at Purdue University. It was two and a half hours from here. The race wouldn’t start until four, but the team would leave at noon.
“Mmm. I like her, you know. I wonder if she’d join Lisa, Danielle, and me in quadruple teaming Dave. He’s been saying we need more girls in the pod. I’d love to see if he could handle more.” I cringed a little. Em with another guy? Well, it wouldn’t be the first time. And we’d both been with Lacie. I put away my inner monster and told Lacie to ask her. I hung up and headed for the track to do a hard five miles while our 10k team focused on staying loose and pacing for the semi-state tomorrow.
When I got to the farm, I needed to take another shower. Donna wasn’t home from North Huntington yet, Emily was driving a school bus, and Nanette often worked late on Thursday night. I found Remas alone with a pile of music in front of her, making notes on one of the pieces we selected.
“Hey. How’s it going?” I asked as I poured a large glass of tea and took a swallow.
“Good. Good. I think I can do a transition and combine the themes of these two pieces for the love song. I like both of them and we need a longer piece for this section. Sophie has a dance concept for the young lovers about to be torn apart. It will be good.” Remas never looked up from the chart she was writing.
“Where’s Livy?”
“Said she was picking up her brother and sister from school and taking them out for a sibling date.”
“Well, I need another shower. I’ll look over what you’ve got as soon as I’m out.”
“Yeah. Okay.”
It might seem strange, but that exchange was one of the reasons I liked Remas so much. I often saw it in Cindy. When the music grabbed her, whether she was playing it or studying it, the rest of the world went away and the music was all that existed. She was focused… intense. I got that way, too. I understood what it was like to let the music take control of your mind and become lost in it.
I stripped and stepped into Donna’s shower for no reason other than it was closest and I was still drinking my tea. I let the hot water wash the stress out of my body.
Soft hands began to wash my shoulders. I turned and took Remas in my arms as her skin slid across mine.
“Are you okay to take a break?” I asked.
“Yeah. I need to let my eyes rest. I’ve been at it since nine this morning. I feel about like you look,” she giggled.
“That bad, huh?” I kissed her and filled my hands with her breasts and then her butt as I pulled her close to me and felt my cock start to rise against her tummy.
“It would be a shame to waste the only opportunity we’ve had all week to be alone together,” she whispered. “Do you like me enough to be alone with me sometimes?”
“Yes, I do. Right now, you are one of the chief motivating factors for me to move to DC,” I said.
“Let’s not tell Dr. D that. She’d figure out a way to use it as an incentive. Let’s just enjoy each other and let the fucking service handle itself.” I’d never heard Remas utter a word of negativity against the service. I kissed her again and she turned in my arms to rub her butt against my hard cock. I hugged her to me as she reached out for the grip bar in the shower, thrusting her butt back as she bent over. “Can you do it here?”
“I think so. Is this how you want me?” I asked as I found her opening.
“Leverage, lubrication, lather, and love. It’s all you need for sex in the shower. Yes. Fill me, lover.” I sank fully into her and we pushed at each other.
“You are slick down there. Have a fresh shave?”
“Your girl Cindy had to make sure I was clean and smooth last night. Didn’t you hear her?”
“I was kind of busy.”
“Yeah. Oh, yeah. I really miss this when I’m in DC now. How long before we’ll get together again?”
“Desi and I are coming out to take our NSAT in three weeks.”
“Leave things till the last minute much?”
“Desi’s birthday is Tuesday. The school play is the fourth. She can’t get away with missing rehearsals at that stage. The twelfth is the soonest we could get there.”
“I’ll be waiting for you. I hope you’ll let me celebrate with you.”
“Like this?”
“Yes. This is nice, but I’m losing lube to the running water. Let’s move to bed.” I withdrew from her, feeling the tug on her outer lips where the shower had washed away our fluids. I did a lot of kissing as I dried her with one of the dozens of fluffy towels we had invested in. We threw the covers back on the big bed and I fell between her legs. Knowing she needed to replenish her inner lubrication, I started at her feet and kissed my way up the inside of her legs until I could kiss around the damp tuft of hair Cindy had left her. Then I started licking between the open lips of her labia, swirling my tongue in her opening, tickling her asshole, and eventually finding my way to her clit to tease it from beneath its cover.
Remas was ready for my attention and I slipped a finger into her to probe for her G-spot as I brought her closer.
“Please, Jacob. We might not have this opportunity again soon. Please make love to me and let me come on your cock instead of your finger. Come to me, lover.”
We repositioned ourselves slightly and my cock slid easily into her depths. And then I saw it like I’d seen the first time we made love. The physical high and emotional rapture. A sense of bliss. A smile that completely relaxed her body. We kissed and began moving together. Her bliss seemed contagious as I felt myself smiling at her. Her eyes drifted closed and her breathing accelerated. Her vagina walls began fluttering around my cock as she sighed out a gentle but complete orgasm.
I wasn’t there yet and kept up the pace of our coupling as she dipped and rose again. This time her eyes fluttered open to look at me. I saw a slightly startled look as if she only now recognized to whom she was making love. But then the smile overwhelmed her face and she became more active in her gyrations, pulling me down against her body and wrapping her legs around my buttocks, setting the tempo for our next explosion.
And when this explosion occurred, I was with her, pumping my semen deep inside as we both moaned out our pleasure.
Friday morning, when I left for school, Livy drove Remas to the airport. Having much of their days together without the rest of the pod had cemented a bond between the two. Even more than sharing me in bed had done.
Mr. Richards put Cindy and me at the examination table again, directing the class to ask their questions. It wasn’t a panel this time. The entire class had been invited to ask questions. Cindy and I had to share answering, which taxed her but she was really coming a long way in opening up. The biggest problem was being heard with her soft voice. She really needed a microphone.
“Bellamy,” Mr. Richards said, pointing at one of our classmates for the next question.
“I have a brother two years older than me. When he was inducted, he applied for and was accepted into the military branch. He’s serving at West Point as he won a placement there for officer candidate school. When he joined, he was given several choices, including branch of service and military occupation. Why aren’t we given a choice of National Service Occupations when we are inducted? If we went in knowing we’d be accepted in a particular occupation, it would relieve a lot of the stress that we feel about just being assigned a job based on some stupid test.”
“I agree, mostly,” I said. “It’s definitely one of the aspects of service that I have flagged. I think there are two issues here that our expedient politicians solved and stopped thinking about. First, when your brother chose the military path, he signed an eight-year contract. He’ll serve at least four years active duty and four years reserve. Since he’s on an officer track and they are using a substantial portion of his first four years to educate him at West Point, he’ll have to pay for that education with an equal amount of time after he leaves school on active duty. National Service also has an eight-year option and you pretty much have to choose it if you want a management occupation. They don’t train managers and then release them from service. You have to perform to pay back your training.”
“What about non-management occupations?”
“I think the second issue is balancing out where people are actually needed. Face it, we all think the ideal job is designing or testing computer games.” There was laughter in the classroom and I relaxed. I thought maybe that was a little old man judgmentalism showing its face. “So, somehow we have to provide personnel for jobs that no one wants. Who wants to serve their two years in the agricultural occupation? It’s hard work.” To my surprise, two guys raised their hands. “Uh… Les? You’d really want to go to California to pick asparagus?”
“Yeah. I plan to continue farming our land when I’m out of service. I wouldn’t mind an NSO that allowed me to learn more about other methods of planting and harvesting,” he said.
“I think that’s a good point,” Cindy joined in. I could see the whole class leaning forward to hear her. “And it’s one of the reasons we believe interest should be given an equal weight with aptitude in NSO assignment. Les, how many acres do you farm with your dad?”
“Our 320 and we lease or sharecrop another 500 near us. We’re just barely in this county and most of the land is in Whitley County. We grow corn.”
“I’m not a farmer, so correct me if I’m wrong. I understand the process is to plow the field, disk it or whatever to make it smooth, plant the corn in rows, wait till it comes up and then cultivate it, and when it gets big enough, drive a corn picker down the rows to pick the corn. Right?”
“Pretty much so.”
“How much of that is done on foot compared to driving a tractor?”
“Well, you skipped the step of de-tasseling the corn, but that’s to preserve the purity of hybrid seed corn. We plant ethanol corn, so pretty much everything in the field is done on a tractor,” Les said. It was clear he was proud of his family’s farm and occupation. I had no doubt he’d be a good farmer.
“If you were sent to California, you would find the majority of the work was done on foot in the field with a few hundred other laborers, planting the crop by hand in a machine tilled field, laying irrigation pipes, weeding the plants, and harvesting the crop into crates that you would carry to the edge of the field to be loaded in trucks. Up until the troubles with the Mexican border, nearly all that work was done by migrant workers from Mexico. You will be paid room and board, a minimal salary, and will be expected to put eight hours a day in under the California sun doing hard manual labor. Still interested in the agriculture occupation of the National Service?”
Sometimes things just work out strangely. We had a pretty casual Saturday morning, meaning everyone was in the house running around naked. Livy and Nanette decided to go out to the church in Ossian for a long run. I should have gone with them, but Cindy and I were working on the music Remas left for us and trying to put together the right combination of instruments. I now played three different instruments with the guitar, mandolin, and viol. Cindy played nearly a dozen different flutes and whistles.
Desi had load-in for her play, meaning everyone in the cast and crew was moving scenery onstage. Em was driving bus for our cross country team to semi-state at The Plex. Donna had a teacher’s conference. Brittany and Sophie were working at a dance competition Sophie’s studio was involved in. Beca was home and didn’t plan to come to the farm until much later in the day.
Cindy and I were working on the dream song and had finally made it all the way through. We knew it would change once we were able to rehearse with Desi’s voice and Remas’s cello, but we were making good progress. She laid her flute aside and pushed at my guitar until I got the message and set it in its rack. Cindy settled back on my lap as we looked out the window of the sunroom.
“I didn’t know being famous would be so much work,” she sighed.
“Is it too much?” I asked.
“No. Not as long as I can take a break and be held and petted.” She turned her head back toward me and I met her lips with my own. With Cindy naked in my lap and inviting me to pet her, my hands were active as soon as our lips met. I slid them up her stomach, cupping one of her sweet boobs in each hand. She moaned into my mouth and began rocking her hips, bringing me to full erection between her butt cheeks. That feeling can only be matched by fucking between Desi’s boobs. And Cindy seemed to want as much stimulation of her anus as possible. She seemed to be focused on rubbing it up and down my cock.
She pulled my right hand down off her breast and guided it to her pussy where I found her wet and slippery. I dragged lube up out of her hole to coat her clit and rub it. Her movements became more pronounced as she bounced up and down against my cock, trying to keep our mouths together. I could hear her whine mounting as the motions of her head trying to kiss me became more erratic. I knew this would be a big one and wished I had earplugs. I knew, though, that the way she was stimulating me with long strokes of her butt against my cock, I wouldn’t be far behind her in spraying my semen on her back. I kept manipulating her clit and closed my eyes to enjoy the ride. Her mouth was definitely out of range and I just kissed across her shoulders and neck.
I felt her rise and stiffen as the shock of her orgasm overtook her and she jerked back down against my cock, driving me half an inch into her asshole. She screamed. I screamed, too, as the shock of having the tip of my cock encased in her ass as it fluttered and pulsed around me pushed me over the edge and I started spraying my seed directly into her bottom. She started away from my cock and then dropped back on me, popping the entire glans through her newly lubricated hole. I pulled her back to me, biting her shoulder, pinching a nipple, and renewing my assault on her clit to drive her to another screamer.
“Oh, God!” she panted. A good inch or more of my cock was up in her now. “I never expected that to be the first place you’d put your cock down there.”
“I’m sorry, Cindy. I didn’t mean to. You just dropped on it.”
“I know. Oh, wow. I have your cock in me.” She twisted to kiss me again but didn’t lift off me. If anything, she drove another millimeter into her. “Since you’ve already come inside me, there’s no reason you shouldn’t do the other hole, is there?” She started to lift up and I held her in place.
“Yes, there is,” I said. “Never take anything from your bottom and put it in your vagina. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, but… including this?”
“Not without a shower first.” I released her so she could stand up but she didn’t move.
“Can we do it this way again?” she asked. She lifted slightly and sank back down, spreading my semen farther down my cock to make it slick and going in a little more.
“Yeah,” I said. My senses were completely overwhelmed by the sensation of my cock in her ass. “We can do this all you want.” She put her hand on mine in her pussy and started rubbing it around more. I got the message and dipped lower to slip inside her pussy and then rise to circle her clit. She rose and dropped again, pulling me deeper.
“Oh, yeah. I think I want to do this a lot.” I kept stimulating her clit and finger fucking her pussy as she drove up and down on my cock. She caught her breath as I was almost all the way in.
“You don’t have to take any more if it hurts,” I whispered.
“Oh, I want it all,” she rasped. “I can’t believe you are in there and it feels so fucking good. Come down to the floor with me.” She led me by the cock I was unwilling to take from her ass under any circumstances. She managed to get to her knees on the floor and bend forward. I slid back a little and plunged in deeper. “Yesss!” she hissed. “Fuck me, Jacob. Fuck my bottom. Come in me again. Fuck me some more.” I’d heard Cindy’s language degenerate in the heat of her arousal before but this time it just drove me to do as she said and fuck her bottom.
I’d lost my grip on her pussy but Cindy got one of her own hands to her clit. I gripped both her hips and drove my cock into her to the limit. She screamed out another orgasm but didn’t come down as I pounded into her previously virgin ass with abandon.
When I came, I was pushed in as far as I could go and Cindy was playing with my balls as well as her clit. She sucked in a lungful of air and exploded again. I felt her hand fall away and Cindy slumped forward, pulling off my spent cock. I realized she was out cold and semen was running out of her butt. I picked her up and carried her to the shower with my hand collecting the come so it didn’t drip all over the carpet.
Cindy revived under the water as I sat on the low bench with her on my lap. She kissed me again and again, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding me tightly.
“I love you,” she said. “I always knew I did. Now I know for sure. Make love to me like that again. A lot. My vagina will keep a while longer, but now that I’ve had you there, I want it more. ’K-k?”
“Anytime, Piper. Anytime.”
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