Double Twist
Chapter 178
“Sex, whatever else it is, is an athletic skill. The more you practice, the more you can, the more you want to, the more you enjoy it, the less it tires you.”
—Robert A. Heinlein, The Cat Who Walks Through Walls
AS SOON AS we got back to the farm Sunday night, Desi and I were thoroughly inspected. Each of our girlfriends wanted to see our tats. I was experimenting with flexing my pecs to see if I could make the guitarist symbol look like it was strumming. All right, that had been Chantelle’s suggestion. Then I’d been goaded on by Desi, Remas, Rachel, and Livy in our hotel room. The rest of our pod had to get their digs in after we ate dinner Sunday night. I’m not sure yet why looking at Desi’s tat on the inside of her upper arm or mine on my chest required us to both be completely naked but I didn’t object when the rest of the girls joined us.
“Tell us all about what happened,” Beca said as we all lay in a pile on the floor. “Joan says #rightfuckingnow has been trending since Friday morning. You must have been way out of control.”
“I had no idea the testimony was being broadcast on the cable network. At least they only broadcast the audio with photos of us instead of video,” I said. “I just got carried away.”
“You’re a public figure now, Jacob,” Donna said soothingly. “You’ll have to start assuming everything you do and say is broadcast.” I feigned looking around the room then bent over to suck one of Donna’s prominent nipples into my mouth.
“Hashtag tastes like heaven,” I said. Instead of pushing me away, she put an arm around me and held me to her breast.
“Hashtag feels like you might not get any sleep tonight,” she said.
“So, how did the audition go?” Brittany asked. “I got a letter this week from Margaret Apple, the dance director at the school, suggesting I might want to prepare an audition for spring break when other members of my pod would be in Washington.”
“We will?” I said.
“The contract I received says your spring concert will be an intimate setting featuring just you and Cindy for a single performance,” Sophie said. “The location was not disclosed at the time. I’ll see if I can get more info.”
“The audition,” Beca prompted.
“Right,” Desi said. “It was almost more like a lesson. I prepared all this stuff to take with me. It included monologues and music pieces. I did “My Angry Vagina” from The Vagina Monologues. I thought I was being really daring, but an acting coach jumped up on the stage and sat down with me—just two chairs facing each other. She made a few suggestions and then said we’d do a little exercise. I would say one sentence and she would respond, ‘I hate you.’ It changed the entire tone of the monologue and how I interpreted it. Then we did the same thing and she responded ‘I love you.’ The difference was like night and day. And she explained that she was providing a subtext for me to work with and that was what an acting coach could do.”
“I’m not sure I get it,” Emily said.
“You be the coach and respond to each line I deliver with ‘I hate you’,” Desi said.
“That will be hard. I don’t hate you.”
“Fake it.”
My vagina’s angry.
I hate you.
It is.
I hate you.
It’s pissed off.
I hate you.
My vagina’s furious and it needs to talk.
I hate you.
It needs to talk about all this shit.
I hate you.
It needs to talk to you.
I hate you.
It was obvious Emily was struggling to say the words. Her eyes kept shifting away from Desi as if she was embarrassed to say it. Desi kept getting more and more frustrated.
“Now do the same thing saying, ‘I love you’,” she instructed.
My vagina’s angry.
I love you.
It is.
I love you.
It’s pissed off.
I love you.
My vagina’s furious and it needs to talk.
I love you.
It needs to talk about all this shit.
I love you.
It needs to talk to you.
I love you.
The interpretation changed. It was more pleading and less frustrated. It was amazing and when they got that far, Desi opened her arms and Em flowed into them for a deep and longing kiss.
“Mmm. Jacob has his appointment set for tonight. I think I have mine set, too. Hashtag my vagina loves you,” Desi said.
“That was really hard,” Emily said.
“Well, the entire audition went pretty much like that. I’d sing and a vocal coach would stand up and change my breathing or a director would give me stage directions and I’d sing again. We went for three hours!”
“That’s much worse than Jacob and I had. They just shouted out things for us to play and we played them,” Cindy said.
“They explained that they were looking to see if I was so set in my patterns that I couldn’t take direction and if they could teach me. It was amazing,” Desi said. “I learned so much in one afternoon. It demonstrated, by comparison, what a jerk Henderson is. He treated the actors in Twelfth Night like puppets. But the big thing was getting back to what Ava said when she saw the show. They not only reaffirmed the offer, they asked me to consider moving to DC in January and taking my last semester at the National School so I’d be better prepared for my role in service. I don’t know what to do!”
Desi and I had talked about it a lot with Livy, Rachel, and Remas as we made love Saturday night. Going to the National School six months early was an honor and an exciting prospect, but it meant Desi would be separated from us. Rachel is pretty sure she’ll be in Washington as her permanent station and said she’d be there with Desi and not to worry about being separated. Remas offered to room with her.
“I wouldn’t be here to perform with you,” Desi said, looking at Cindy and me. Emily had her cradled in her arms, rocking gently.
“I get it,” I said. “Sophie, what did you say about our spring concert?”
“That it would be an intimate setting featuring just you and Cindy for a single performance,” Sophie said.
“Sneaky bastards,” Nanette said. “They already planned for Desi not to perform with you in the spring.”
Being Sunday night, Cindy had to go home at ten. It was a rule her parents had set. She could stay at the farm on Friday and Saturday nights, but not on a school night. She stretched her naked body out on mine for a long and intense kiss before she got dressed and left with Sophie and Brittany. Beca came to bed with Donna and me. Nanette joined Emily and Desi.
That didn’t prevent Nan from dragging my ass out from between Donna and Beca to run at five o’clock in the morning. I officially had less than two weeks before the Hoosier Classic Half Marathon in Bloomington, which was the state championship for high school half marathoners. I’d done no running in DC when we were there and pushing out 13.2 miles before school Monday morning was a real task. I made it to school in time for physics at 8:35.
I’d managed to write the thousand-word essay about the setting of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and how the story would have been different if it was set in a nice sterile hospital instead of an imposing castle. Had the monster been created in the hospital setting he would automatically be somewhat less monstrous. I think Ms. Pixler was a little disappointed that I had the assignment completed after missing all week of her class lectures.
I went to the gym for a workout on weight machines after school since I’d already had a major run that morning. Upper body strength is as important as leg strength in distance running. I never realized how much arm and chest movement help you run. It’s not just an aerobic exercise. As I did curls and presses, I marveled at how my body had changed from two arms and a leg in casts just three years ago to the body of an athlete now. That tattoo artist had left more than an ink impression when she said I was ripped. I’d never really thought about it, but I realized that running and working out had given me more energy for other things in my life, including playing the guitar.
And sex. I couldn’t think of another high school boy I’d ever known who had such a ramped-up sex life as I had. I had eleven girlfriends and was sexually active with all of them, even though I didn’t have vaginal sex with either Cindy or Beca. Hmm. Thirteen lovers if you counted Remas and Lacie. I certainly had to count Remas. I thought Lacie would fade away now that the season was over. She’d given me back my watch the last time we were together.
Thinking about all that as I continued my reps made me think of us all entering service together next summer. Basic training. By nature, Beca, Desi, Brittany, and I were all pretty fit. Brittany and I, especially. I wasn’t sure how physically fit Cindy was. I don’t mean she wasn’t healthy, but I was worried about my girlfriends being able to stand up to the rigors of basic training. Both Emily and Rachel had stressed how physical basic was and even though both felt strong and fit when they entered the service, basic changed their weight and strength significantly. I decided that once I had this race out of the way, I’d encourage my lovers to work out with me after school each day.
19 November 2021
We’re having guests arrive tomorrow. Remas is bringing two guys with her for a few days. I’m not sure what to think of that. Of course, we want to be welcoming to the vocalist and percussionist she’s bringing. But it’s hard to imagine having two guys in the house. That will really inhibit our behavior and mode of dress.
And we’re not really set up to give two guys separate rooms and have the rest of us crammed into two bedrooms for the weekend. Remas said not to worry and suggested we give them the game room with the futon bed. She said they were used to bunking together on the road and would be okay with it.
It seems like the least we can do is make the room over the garage a little more comfortable. We moved the foosball table out of the way and after school yesterday, Emily and I went out and bought a proper box spring and mattress for the room, a small dresser, and a rack for hanging clothes. They’ll have to share the hall bath with us, but we can double up in the en suites.
I guess we’ll just have to see how things go. These are the guys Remas auditioned in DC who will be playing on the California tour with us. We need to get along.
“Jacob, meet Andy Love and David Divine,” Remas said when the trio came through the airport exit. Remas had her cello with her since it had to have a seat of its own. We had to go to luggage claim to pick up an electronic drum set and their suitcases. Traveling as musicians means you carry a bunch of crap with you wherever you go.
“Pleased to meet you, Andy, David. Divine? My music theory teacher’s name is Ms. Devine. Any relation?”
“My name is strictly adopted,” David said. “Lots of us have names we weren’t born with. Like J-Hop.”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “That was kind of an accident. Everyone told me you shouldn’t use your real name on the Internet. It stuck. Now, most people just know me as the other half of Marvel and Hopkins.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” Andy said. “I think you could have a solo career like Bream or Williams if you wanted it.”
“You’re apparently a lot more familiar with my work than I am with yours,” I said.
“Thank Remas. She made us listen to everything you’ve done,” Andy laughed.
“Ha! I only pointed you to a couple pieces to get familiar with the style,” Remas said. “You devoured everything else.”
The whole crew had gathered by the time we got back to the farm. Andy and David were easy to get along with. We all oohed and aahed over David’s drums as he set them up in the sunroom. There were a dozen pieces plus a small amp it all plugged into. In addition to that, Andy plopped another duffle bag next to David.
“What’s that?” Desi asked. “I thought you were the vocalist.”
“Yes. These are just extras for David,” Andy said. “Some things you just can’t duplicate with electronics.”
“I’m dying to know how you came up with your stage names,” Brittany said. “I’ve been thinking about whether Brittany Adams is going to get me anywhere on stage.”
“I use my real name,” Sophie said.
“Sophie Grant is a natural stage name,” Brittany insisted.
“Well, we met in service,” Andy said. “We’re post service now and still together. We were trying to replicate some of the sounds of Twenty One Pilots. Only with a more classic sound. It’s pretty cool to do operatic arias with just a percussion accompanist.”
“The groove rules all,” David added.
“The names we chose came from our search for a duet name. We eventually chose Divine Love as our performance moniker. I became Andy Love and he got David Divine.”
“That’s interesting,” Donna said. “So, you are still together as a duo?”
“A lot more than a duo,” Andy said. Apparently, David didn’t talk much. He left that to his vocalist. “Remas told us a lot about you and that we’d be okay here,” he continued. “David and I are a couple. Yeah. Flaming fairies. Remas said that would be a great combination to work with you all.”
I had an odd mixture of shock and relief when I heard this. Neither of these guys was going to be interested in my girls. Damn! Sometimes I turned into a jealous monster when I thought of my pod mates sleeping with someone else. Yet I knew and accepted that Em had slept with others while she was in service. Rachel and Livy both mentioned having to ‘get their fuck on’ once or twice during training. Joan had avoided men during her service so far because she could get home to us periodically and was stuck on Beca. She took me as her preferred cock. But I’d almost swallowed my tongue when Em said she’d be interested in joining Lacie and her pod mates for a little fun. I guess it was a case of out of sight, out of mind. But when it was right here with me, it was somehow different. I whipped the jealous old man back into his cage and welcomed our gay companions to the group.
We did quite a lot of jamming during the afternoon, not trying to perform the arrangements Remas had written, but focusing on how our instruments blended together. I was amazed at the sound of Desi and Andy when they improv’d some jazz scat together. David kept the drums set on low volume except when he and Andy demonstrated one of their operatic pieces. I had no idea a drum set could produce so many sounds, pitches, and tones! David really let it rip through the introduction to Bizet’s ‘Toreador, en garde’ from Carmen. When Andy started the vocal, they totally filled the house. These guys were going to totally fill out our sound in the concert.
“Andy, it’s up to you,” Remas said. The vocalist looked around the table as we ate dinner and took a deep breath.
“Um… About auditioning,” he started. I looked at him. “We want it clear that we aren’t auditioning for a place in your pod. David and I are happy the way we are. We’re auditioning for a part in your concert—and I hope to work with you again.” I nodded at him. That was our understanding. “But Remas told us you have… um… traditions of your own and we needed to make sure our audition was complete. So… um… if you want us all to be nude around the house, that’s okay with us. I mean, we run around like that at home most of the time anyway. So… um… you don’t need to feel inhibited because of us. We’ll join in and won’t be disruptive.”
I think we were all speechless. Could we be naked in our home with two other guys there? Even if they were gay?
“I’m a lesbian,” Beca said. “I’m not really interested in whether you are dressed or not. But what a relief to get out of this!” She pulled her T-shirt and camisole off over her head.
“Oh, God, yes!” Desi said, pulling her shirt off and unfastening her bra. “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last.” We all laughed at that and clothes started flying from the dinner table.
“One thing, you dudes,” Remas said as she stood. “You are never to tell a soul at school what you are about to see.” Andy stopped in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt and looked at her.
“Of course not, Remas! This is among us alone. We aren’t spreading anything around. We’d consider that betraying our friends and fellow performers.”
“Good.” Remas unwrapped the hijab from her head and let her blonde—light brown—tresses cascade over her shoulders. “I have a year and a half more of service to get through and who knows how much more school. I don’t want anyone questioning this.” It was Andy and David’s turn to be shocked speechless.
“You chose good,” Cindy said as the two of us cuddled up to Remas that night. “I love Andy and David. They’re perfect for the Ennio Morricone piece. We should consider doing an opera adaptation like we’re doing for the spaghetti westerns. Did you hear how Andy and Desi blended? He brought out things in her I don’t think she knew she had.”
I agreed with what she was saying but I was having difficulty concentrating on it with her breast in my mouth and Remas’s hand on my cock. I wondered where we were going tonight. I knew Cindy had a bit of a thing for Remas but then again, so did I. Cindy’s tit was replaced in my mouth by Remas’s tit and Cindy worked her way down my body to suck my cock into her mouth. One thing I had discovered over the past month-plus since Cindy had put my cock in her butt was that she was as intent about sex as she was about music. She was taking it one phase at a time and figured that practice was essential.
She popped off my cock and pushed Remas to her back. Cindy was in a perfect position to dive between her legs. Remas gasped.
“I want to eat you while Jacob does me from behind,” Cindy said, taking a long lick up Remas’s slit.
“You’re doing it now? Sex?” Remas asked between breaths.
“Mmm. Maybe I should have said I want to eat you while Jacob does my behind. We haven’t gotten to the vagina yet. I’m writing my own monologue.”
“That is hot. I want to see,” Remas said.
“Then get your head down between my legs while I put my ass in the air and wait for Jacob to fill it,” Cindy said. I could tell she was getting charged up. Her language always changed as she got more and more turned on.
“Yes!” There was some frantic repositioning going on that ended up with Cindy on top of Remas and the girls licking each other to the first of many orgasms. I got behind Cindy and added my tongue to the stimulation, managing to tangle it with Remas as we licked our lover. I made sure Cindy’s asshole was as well lubricated with her juices and my saliva as I could get it.
After their first crashing climax, I moved up behind Cindy. Remas caught my cock and pointed it down. I was about to pull back, thinking she was pointing it at Cindy’s pussy but instead, she slid it deep into her mouth. I fucked back and forth as Remas swallowed me. I wasn’t sure I’d last long here.
“Give me the first load,” she said. “Then you’ll last longer in Cindy.”
“Yeah. Do it,” Cindy said. “Fuck her mouth.” Yep. Cindy was definitely going into full sex mode. My cock slid back into Remas’s mouth and in half a dozen strokes I was shooting straight down her throat.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. “That was so good.”
“And look. You’re still hard,” Remas said. “And I’m close. This little she-devil never let up on licking me while you came in my mouth. Here.” She looked up from under Cindy as she positioned my cock at her anus. “Fuck her ass.” I pressed forward. Remas watched me sink into Cindy as she licked her clit and drank the juices from her pussy. Both girls were moaning and I knew Cindy was going to let go with an ear-splitter soon. All of us had encouraged Cindy not to hold back her vocal exultation. Most of the time we had to strain to hear her voice when she spoke. When she came, none of us could miss it.
And sliding into Cindy’s buttery ass was heavenly. I never imagined that our youngest girlfriend would become so anally fixated. I couldn’t find it in myself to complain. Even Livy and Desi had limits to how deep in their butts I could go. Cindy accepted my full length, and when I was at full depth and Remas was licking frantically at her clit, the scream started.
I knew how erratic Cindy’s head movement became when she was approaching orgasm. Apparently, the movement of her head and the scream that issued forth were exactly the combination Remas needed to go over the top as well. I gave up trying to restrain myself, pounded hard into Cindy’s ass, and came with my full length buried in her.
We all three stumbled to the shower and took our time washing each other before heading back to bed for another round, this one with me buried in Remas’s pussy while Cindy rode her face.
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