Double Twist
Chapter 183
“What’s good for reform is bad for the reformers”
—Loren D. Estleman, Gas City
EVEN WITH LESLIE AND CELIA joining our group at the hotel, I had to keep the promise I made to Cindy. It was fine. After they’d been washed, massaged, oiled, and petted, we left the two girls in one of the rooms together and the rest of us divided up among the other rooms. Cindy and I found ourselves in a room with Rachel and Livy. When we went to the airport the next afternoon, they would be flying with Remas all the way back to DC. The rest of us would be headed to Indiana where several sets of parents would be waiting to pick us up at the airport.
Cindy was soon caught up in her fantasy, and found Rachel and Livy helping her along. I fully intended for Cindy to have at least one orgasm for each stop on our ‘world’ tour. Rachel and Livy made sure of it. Cindy was fascinated with the way I played with her nipples, rubbing my precome over them and then having Rachel suck it off while I switched sides and Livy made a meal between Cindy’s legs.
When Cindy went down on me, Rachel went down on her and Livy rode my face. My first full load nearly choked Cindy when she was trying to scream out an orgasm. We moved directly to vaginal intercourse and while Livy and I kissed and fondled, Rachel rode Cindy’s face. Once again, Cindy’s usual loud declaration of her satisfaction was smothered in Rachel’s pussy. I rolled aside and Livy sucked our combined juices off me as Rachel fell forward and did her best to vacuum out Cindy’s pussy.
It took a bit for Livy’s intense ministrations to get me ready for a third round as Rachel drove Cindy to an additional, though muted, orgasm. Then it was bottoms up for Cindy as she parked her face between Livy’s legs and I plowed her asshole. Rachel and I kissed while I fingered her to another come. Cindy was in another world. I’d lost track of how many orgasms she’d had but when Livy called out her climax, I drove hard into Cindy’s ass and came as she screamed out a very Happy New Year, then passed out.
Livy cuddled our youngest lover and went to sleep as Rachel and I held each other and whispered well into the New Year.
“From my observations, you seem to have accepted Cindy as an adult and aren’t letting the old man distort your thinking about her,” Rachel said between kisses.
“I killed him,” I sighed.
“What?”
“Oh, I still have his memories, but I’ve killed off the old buzzard. He was in the way of me growing up in this world.”
“How so?”
“Old men become more and more conservative the longer they live. That means cautious, too. I could never have stood up during our concerts and said what I did if I let him control me. He’d have wanted me to be careful—to choose my words more carefully. Not to rock the boat too much. He’d have said I needed to protect our admission to the National School. He’d have been careful not to offend anyone that could make things harder for me. It’s understandable. It’s what we call learning from experience as we get older. Identifying situations that could be harmful and avoiding them. He was standing in the way of me living in this world. So, I killed him.”
“Are you okay, Jacob? That… How could you…?”
“Rachel, he wanted to stay outside the house and let Peyton die alone while we waited for people who knew what they were doing. I had to fight him all the way in to her. It was hard enough to fight the terror of this body squeezing through and into spaces I knew I couldn’t back out of. I couldn’t continue to live this life with his hanging over my head.”
“My poor baby,” she said as she held me and cried.
“He wouldn’t have let me near Cindy. She’s too young. She’s vulnerable. Once he was gone, there was no problem for me to accept Cindy as my peer—a little younger, perhaps, but every bit as ready for love as I was. It extends through our whole family. How I treat each of you. When I let my balls do the talking. How to love each of you. He was filled with worries that we were in too deep, that my older lovers would grow tired of having a kid in their lives. How my younger lovers would react if they knew I was an old man inside. I couldn’t live like that, Rache. I need to live in this life, not in the past.”
“I love you, Jacob. I loved you when you were an old man and I love you as a teen. I’m glad you have become who you are.”
“Love me, Rachel. Show me that we are who we are supposed to be.”
I’d been limp as a wet noodle. It didn’t take long, though, for Rachel’s loving to bring me back to attention. Yes, after three orgasms that night, I wasn’t shooting a full load, but Rachel brought out the best in me and we spent as much time as possible gently moving together. And when we reached our climax, we could see in each other’s eyes an intensity that dwarfed the strength of our orgasms.
The Tournament of Roses Parade started with live coverage at eight in the morning. We all gathered in one of the rooms, and brought all the pillows from all the rooms so we could lounge next to each other. Celia and Leslie had no difficulty being nude with us. We didn’t try to make out with them or make love to them but let them luxuriate with showers that had unlimited hot water and shampoos that made them smell fresh. We just held them with us as part of our extended family.
I’m not that keen on parades. All the devotion of those volunteers who decorated forty-some floats with fresh flowers. Marching bands. Drill teams of horses decked out in show regalia. It seemed like such a waste when stacked up against the horrors of what the service had done to some of our young people. I’m sure the volunteers who decorated floats felt they had given their all but they only worked like crazy people for the night before the parade. It was nothing.
It was near the end of the parade that a ribbon started scrolling across the bottom of the screen that said, “Stay tuned for an address by the President of the United States.” What? That was crazy. The president was going to talk to America on a Saturday at the end of the parade? On a holiday? Last year, the festivities had been interrupted by news that a National Service Corpsman had blown himself up at the border. Everyone was on edge as we prepared for a war with Mexico. This was crazy.
And after the last float, a caravan of black vehicles followed with the president waving from an open car. I didn’t think they had let the president ride in an open car since Jack Kennedy was shot. The caravan stopped in front of the reviewing booth and the president mounted the stage to applause from the crowd who didn’t know what the hell was happening. She took the podium.
“My fellow Americans, this address is not a State of the Union to be delivered to the joint houses of congress. It is not the announcement of a national emergency. But nonetheless, I bring you news of grave importance. Four weeks ago, the National Service Review Commission with sponsors in both the house and senate, presented a service reform bill as we promised to do before the winter recess. It was blocked for hearing in the Senate and tabled in the House. Your congressmen went home to families and friends without so much as a reading. The Senate Leader has declared that no reform bill will ever be heard by the senate.
“Very well. Article 53, passed eight years ago, vetoed by the president, went into effect through constitutional mandate. The article includes the management chain for the National Service, placing it under the President of the United States with the same terms as the constitutional directive that the president will be the commander in chief of the Army and Navy. We saw a grave miscarriage of that power when the former president invoked a passage that gave him the right to freeze all leaves and discharges from the service due to the national emergency. When I took office, I reversed the executive order that declared the national emergency and congress passed a bill revoking that specific power.
“Congress did not, however, revoke any of the other measures that brought the Civilian Service Corps under the executive branch. As our congress has refused to hear a reform bill, I am invoking the powers given me under the existing legislation to manage the service and to correct many injustices. Effective at midnight Eastern Time last night, I have issued an executive order that the entire policy and procedures manual of the National Service be immediately replaced with a newly drafted manual created by the National Service Review Commission. I have transferred all authority over the service from the management of our military to the newly created National Service Oversight Committee, consisting of the members of the former Review Commission.
“The following changes will take place immediately. All service personnel who have nobly served in the fields to put food on our tables for six months or more will be transferred on Monday to other operations. In each month thereafter, we will continue to transfer people out of the fields to other jobs more suited to their aptitudes, accelerating transfers until no one is required to serve more than three months in the agricultural division unless they specifically volunteer for extended service. We are transferring into the agricultural services, volunteers and corps members who have shown a high aptitude for physical labor and agriculture. We will be able to keep all essential agricultural jobs staffed through this effort.
“We have directed that new housing be built in all agricultural camps, that physical and mental health services be increased, that equal access to social services, entertainment, and education enjoyed by other branches of the service will be provided, and that the condition and health of each retiring worker will be assessed and provided for. The travesty that has enslaved our youth for the past year will end.
“Anticipating congressional reluctance to actually do anything useful, we have been preparing for this transition for three months and our people are in place to make it happen. I will offer my personal apology to all those who have been affected this past year, but I know that is insignificant in the long run. I can only promise that we will do everything within the power of the executive branch to make it right.
“Citizens of America, the National Service was created for good reason and promised to compensate those who served with education, training, career experience, and positive life growth. Somewhere along the way we lost that intent. I want you to know that as of January 1, 2022, we will recover the dream.
“Thank you and God bless.”
The president left the podium, returned to her car and waved at people who began cheering uncontrollably as her cavalcade sped off.
Our room erupted as well. Celia and Leslie held each other crying. An out and out rebellion had just been avoided. My girlfriends jumped and bounced with joy. None of them noticed that I sat on one of the beds with a pillow in front of my face crying.
The President of the United States had just destroyed our credibility. Her timeline, her previous quotes of our memes, and especially using the words I’d used five nights in a row as we toured to entertain the corps, would quickly make it seem that we were working for her for the past months—shit, the past year. We’d been sent out to prepare the public for this announcement. A voice crying in the wilderness, ‘Prepare ye the way of the Lord.’
We’d been used.
I needed to run.
Nanette saw me putting on my running shoes and grabbed hers. She was only a step behind me when I started trotting out toward the campus. I didn’t try to outrun her. I just needed the rhythm of my feet hitting the trail to clear my head. The university has a nice track around their football field and the gates were open so that’s where I headed. Who would be around on New Year’s Day? As soon as I hit the track, I opened up my stride. Nanette would understand I wasn’t trying to run away from her and could hold her own pace on the track as I upped mine to 5:45 per mile.
The beat of my feet became music in my ears. I washed away everything on my mind. I centered myself and entered a world where nothing existed but the sound of feet slapping the artificial surface of the track.
I ran. As I ran, I let the tears dry on my face in the wind. I let the gut-wrenching howl I felt building in my gut take the air from my lungs as it broke the New Year’s silence. I washed away all thoughts of the National School, the National Service, and the president. I searched through all my V1 memories for anything that would give me a clue about how to handle this but found nothing. Just as well that he was dead.
I stumbled and dragged myself to a walk, circling the track once more. Nanette was standing to one side, talking on her phone.
“The hotel is sending their shuttle,” she said. “We need to walk over to the arena.” She held my hand as we walked. Perhaps she was afraid I’d run away again. Perhaps it was simply to show she supported me. She never asked why I felt the need to exhaust myself running.
That’s what a good running partner is all about. An extra pair of feet sharing the trail.
2 January 2022
It was good to get home last night. We flew into Indianapolis where Mom and Dad picked me up in my truck. It was the only way to transport our suitcases and my instruments as well as five people. Donna rode back to Fort Wayne with us.
I haven’t talked to anyone about the implications of what the president did. Before we parted at the airport in San Diego, Rachel hugged me and whispered that she understood and would find out whatever she could. I guess that’s one mystery solved. She was assigned as an aide to the commission which was now the oversight committee. The job won’t be going away. Everyone else is still celebrating that ‘we won.’
I’m glad I have a couple of days off before second semester starts. I need to get my head on straight. I also need to spend time with Desi. On Thursday, when our classes start, her parents are driving her to DC with her luggage for the next term. It will be three months before any of the rest of us go to DC for whatever the concert is we’ll be doing. I’m tempted to cancel but that’s the only way I’ll get to see Desi. I’ve pretty much committed the pod to moving there after graduation. Or have we all made that decision for ourselves?
What is that Shakespeare quote Dad is fond of? ‘To thine own self be true.’ Strange that I always thought of him as uneducated because he didn’t go to college, but he pulls these things out of the air and I think what a smart man he is. Be true to myself. Regardless of what the president does, where the National Service sends me, what the comments on YouTube say. Be true to myself and I will never be false to my pod.
Now I just need to discover who I am.
Desi was a voracious lover. She’d always been eager for sex, but in the last days before she left for DC, she developed a hunger that taxed me to satisfy. I told everyone I was taking a break for a few days and focusing on Desi. That got a few snorts as everyone in the pod was focused on Desi. It was the same as what we went through with Rachel and Livy when they left for service. I had never considered the idea that members of the pod would need to leave home for reasons other than service.
Even when we had all finished our service, we couldn’t control where people intended to go to college or if they would go. Em was determined to pick up some classes when we moved to DC to give her a better foundation in planning and scheduling. But her long-held assumption that she would go to college and get a degree had faded away. She was no longer interested in a degree, but in classes that would help her do her job. I found my own interest in college as a place to get a degree had lessened.
But Desi had the opportunity of a lifetime to spend her last semester of high school being coached by some of the finest vocal and acting coaches in the country. And that was before we even entered service.
On Wednesday night, I lay with her in my bed and held my dramatic lover in my arms. What a journey of discovery she had led me on since that fateful morning I bid on her virginity.
“Three months,” she moaned into my mouth. “Put it in again, Jacob. I want to feel your cock in my pussy again. Put it in.” That was a request easily fulfilled. I’d hardened again as she stroked me and she was wet and primed for my entry. I slid in, looking down at my lover as we moved together.
“I might need phone sex while I’m gone. Emily said you always managed to get her to come no matter how many miles were between you.”
“As soon as we find out what your schedule is, we’ll figure out when we can have intimate conversations,” I laughed.
“I want to remember it like this,” she sighed. “I want to close my eyes and feel you pumping into my vagina. I want to feel this connection and call it up whenever I’m lonely. Or stressed. Or horny.”
“That could have interesting repercussions if you got stressed during a rehearsal,” I said as I nibbled at her nipples.
“Oh, yeah. I could tell people I’m working on a new acting technique,” she giggled. The giggle rippled through her vagina and I moaned as I pushed into her more fully. “Just remember, Jacob. Our pod has always been prepared for us to be in different places, to meet different people, even to fuck a stranger, and come back together again. Whatever happens in the next three months, I’m attached to you with a bungee cord and I will spring back.”
“At least you will have Rachel and Remas nearby,” I said. “And sometimes Livy. I’m sure they’ll help keep you springing back.”
“Oh, yeah. Jacob, it’s coming. I can feel it building. Push harder. Are you near, lover? Come with me.”
We slammed together and picked up speed. Half a dozen strokes later I could feel Desi’s pussy spasming around my cock and I poured out all my love for her in spurts.
Whatever happens. No matter what our service requires. I could feel the ‘bungee cords’ of all my pod mates, stretched and springing back together.
We’ll make it.
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