Double Team
Chapter 229
“There is no time for fear. It’s much too interesting.”
—Cordwainer Smith, The Rediscovery of Man
WE MOVED TO SAN ANTONIO on Sunday. There were eight high schools in our target and we’d be performing at two a day Monday through Thursday. Thursday evening, we’d move to Austin, a smaller city, but the capital of Texas. We’d do two high schools there and concerts Friday night and Saturday.
We had a nice hotel and a decent lunch when we arrived in San Antonio. I should have known something was up when Cindy started talking about the Alamo and the River Walk as if she was a tour guide. She had hold of Nanette’s hand and Nan was laughing at her enthusiasm.
“Okay. Okay. I’m game. Let’s go,” Nan finally laughed. I sighed. I didn’t really want to go sightseeing. I stood up and Donna pushed me back onto the bed as Nan and Cindy left the hotel room.
“Um… Aren’t we going with them? We’ve been sticking close together. Is it safe to let them wander around alone?” I asked. We didn’t have anywhere near the security for this tour that we had before the election. Our driver doubled as security when we were at the high schools and mostly watched over our equipment. As a result, we stuck pretty close together.
“They are safer than you are right now,” Donna said. She began pulling her clothes off while I looked up at her from the bed and smiled. So that was the program for this afternoon. “Your wife needs personal attention from her husband. You have some personal attention to give her, don’t you, Jacob?”
“Oh, yes. I have a lot of personal attention for my wife,” I said as I watched her drop her bra and reveal those beautiful breasts.
“Then get undressed, Jacob. You aren’t with the program!”
I scrambled around and pulled my clothes off, leaving them in a pile beside the bed as Donna jumped on me. It wasn’t like we hadn’t made love this past week. We rotated our sleeping positions almost every night, but serious one-on-one time was lacking. The others were always in the room. And when Donna and I made love, we liked to talk.
“How is my husband holding up?” she asked. “Not the musician. I’m not your producer. How is the man?”
“Oh, my love,” I said as I smoothed out her golden hair. “Other than being tired and always worried about my wives, I’m doing okay.”
“I miss them, too,” she said as she touched and played with my hair as well. Somehow, I’d managed to keep my hair chin-length, even through pressure from Jo to clean it up. There was something about being a long-hair musician that just appealed to me. “Livy won yesterday.”
“I can’t believe she beat the Ethiopians,” I sighed. “She’s really changed. I miss her. And Rachel.”
“They’re heading back to DC this afternoon. We can wave as they fly overhead.” She traced the scar along my right cheek where my cellphone had been driven into it by a bus five years ago, first with her fingers and then with her lips. “Does it still hurt, love?” she asked.
“Um… Not when you’re doing that,” I sighed. I stretched my neck back to the side to give her better access as she kissed her way from my ear to my jaw and around to my lips. “Most of the time, I don’t notice anything at all. In fact, sometimes I look in the mirror to shave and see the scar. I think, ‘What happened there?’ Then I say, ‘Oh, yeah. I was an idiot.’ I can’t believe I walked in front of a bus.” I paused and played with her lips with little kisses as we relaxed and became intimately familiar with each other’s bodies. It was almost impossible for me to keep my hands off her beautiful breasts while we made out on the bed. “Occasionally, when the weather makes a change or we’ve been sitting on a plane all day, or something like that, I can feel where every bone was broken in my arms and my leg. You know, if the weather gets cold suddenly, the pin in my leg cools off faster than the flesh. I feel it then.”
“Still you’ve managed to become an elite athlete, running in races that would qualify you for national competition if you had time,” Donna whispered as she kissed down my throat and across my chest. Feeling her lips gliding over my collarbone and the hollow beneath it sent shivers down my spine. She crossed the field of my chest and gently sucked my right nipple between her lips. I moaned.
“I love that, Donna,” I gasped. “It makes my whole body tingle.”
“You taught me.”
“What? When?”
“Back when I was a high school teacher reading the erotic science fiction of a daring student I’d promised to help. It wasn’t the first story, but the one that is a direct encounter between the two lovers. I’d never heard a man describe the exact things that turned him on when his lover kissed him. I promised to teach you about a woman’s body but you taught me about a man’s. I was ten years older and had always assumed that men were just always turned on and all I needed to do was be present.”
“Oh, Donna. You are so much more than present.” She’d worked her way down my stomach and the tip of my cock was nudging her in the chin.
“I love the way you can relax and just enjoy my touch. You weren’t always able to do that.”
“You taught me,” I chuckled. “You taught me that I couldn’t always be the dominant one charged with giving pleasure. I had to be able to receive the gift from my wives as well. Oh, God! Donna, that is so good!” She lowered her face to collect my cock just inside her lips where she swirled her tongue around the glans and applied light suction as she pulled off and then back on. “I love you, darling.”
“Mmm. That usually means you are getting close,” she whispered as she licked down my cock and gently rolled my balls in her fingers. “Why don’t you go ahead and give me this one right here. Let me drink from this fount as it squirts into my mouth. Can you do that, love? For me?” She slid my shaft back into her mouth and worked her way up and down it. I felt the churning in my balls that indicated my willingness to give her what she asked.
“I’m very close. Are you sure you want it like this? Oh, Donna!” She didn’t really have time to answer as my scrotum contracted and the muscles surrounding my prostate started clenching and releasing to propel the semen down the tubes and out my cock. I could feel every inch the fluid flowed and the sucking and clenching of Donna’s mouth and tongue as she drank down my offering.
I lay there gasping with my eyes closed as she continued to softly nurse on my penis. I stroked down her back to her beautiful ass and tugged at her a little, wanting to return the pleasure she’d just given me. She sucked me to be sure I wasn’t flagging and crawled back up to lie beside me.
“I would like to feel you press me down into the mattress as you enter me and feel the weight of your body on mine as you make love to me,” she whispered. “I know you would gladly give me oral, but for today, make love to me. Please, Jacob?”
I rolled to face her and made sure we had room on the bed for her to lie back and spread her legs like she wanted to. I knew what waited between them. Donna’s labia barely covered her opening when she was not turned on. When she was turned on, they pulled to the side offering unobstructed access to the wet heat of her vagina. The tip of my cock touched her opening and she pulled me down to press against her. Her eyes flew open and a sigh escaped her lips as I penetrated to the depths.
“You’ve learned to ask for exactly what you want, too, lover,” I whispered as I kissed her. “I love to give you what you want.”
“Our wives have taught me that,” she said. “Rachel is very good at asking for and getting exactly what she wants. She said there was no excuse for anyone in our family to be sexually frustrated if we’d just open our mouths and say what we want. And right now, this is what I want. I want to feel the strength and manliness of my lover holding me down with his weight and penetrating me with his cock. I want to know that in this sometimes confusing world, I have found a man who can take me and make me his own. Yes, lover. Thrust again. And again. I’m… so… Ahh!”
Donna’s eyes scrunched closed as she creased her brow and every muscle in her face seemed to cramp as she breathed out her orgasm in a high-pitched whine. To think that I would ever be able to see such an expression of complete abandon to the pleasure of the moment on the face of my one-time teacher. And to even imagine that I could be a part of bringing that expression to her face. I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
San Antonio historically has the largest originally Spanish population in the state of Texas. Hence the conflicts that led to the defense of the Alamo. Even today, nearly half the population speaks Spanish. As a result, our tango and flamenco music program was a big hit in the high schools. There were even kids who got up and danced in the auditorium while we played. They were the most vocal audiences we’d ever had. It felt good.
In the evenings, we called home and chatted with our wives. We caught up with the DC gossip and tried not to get depressed by the slow progress of the debate in congress. And Amanda kept me updated on the searches that I had explicitly requested as well as a number she said were ‘implied’ by my requests.
“Jacob, I have forwarded information to the special prosecutor’s office regarding the flow of funds from RSI through its subsidiaries to people who have influenced the granting of contracts and requests for National Service personnel. You should know that over one hundred present and former congressmen and senators have been implicated with direct tracking of funds into personal and campaign accounts.”
“Jesus Christ! Amanda, are these people being arrested?”
“The special prosecutor’s office has begun drafting indictments.”
“How did you determine what to forward?” I asked. I hadn’t given any specific instructions regarding forwarding information to either the prosecutor’s office or the congressional ethics committee.
“Amanda is learning to sing,” she said.
Performing at The Moody Theater in Austin on Friday and Saturday nights was something I would always remember. Saturday night we were taped for Austin City Limits. We’d been broadcast on the National Service Cable Network a couple of times, but it seemed like a step up to be recorded for broadcast on PBS. What a great venue!
Texas Governor Jane Irving was on hand after the show to congratulate us on the performance.
“I understand our prison system is in your sights for reform,” she said as she pulled me aside. The TV crew had arranged a small reception for us after the taping and several people I didn’t know had stopped to congratulate Cindy and me.
“I don’t really have specific targets, Governor,” I said. “I was mostly interested in service reform, you know. That’s what I promote and will be happy when they get this new bill through congress.”
“You’re really just getting started in politics,” she said.
“I don’t want to be in politics.”
“Well, there are some areas down here in Texas where we could stash you and you wouldn’t see another person for months. That’s the only way you’re going to get out of politics that I can see. Listen, I’m a gardener. Down here we have a groundcover plant we call Frog Fruit. It sprouts quickly from just a few seeds and self-seeds so quickly it has to be watched and maintained all the time or it will become an invasive tangle. The plants interlink with each other and even the roots get twisted up together. I’m afraid that’s what you’ll find National Service reform to be. You’ve already outlined six planks in the party platform. Do you honestly think those are the only things that need to be reformed in our country?”
“I realize one thing leads to another whether we want it to or not.”
“What we’ll try to do is keep prison reform at the state level and not get involved in national politics. Every state has its own system and you’ll grow old and die before you get them all to cooperate on a single structure and policy set. Good luck with the rest of your tour. We’re happy to have you visit Texas.” Governor Irving shook our hands again and took her leave. By then things were breaking up and we gladly headed back to our hotel.
It was 200 miles up to Dallas and we opted to fly while our driver brought the bus and equipment up. We stayed at a suites hotel practically on the runway. I finally figured out the program. The first Sunday was Cindy’s. The second Sunday was Donna’s. This Sunday was Nanette’s. Donna and Cindy disappeared into the second bedroom for a nap and left Nan and me facing each other.
“Do I still appeal to the old man in you?” she whispered as she closed the distance between us and raised her lips for a kiss.
“Oh, darlin’. You appeal to both the old and the young. Don’t doubt my love and my desire for you, Nanette.”
“Take it slow with me? Please? I haven’t quite ramped up to the level Cindy gets to when you glance her direction.”
“She is a fast mover,” I chuckled. I bent to pick Nan up and carry her to the bed without undressing. I took off her shoes and massaged her feet as I kicked my own off.
“Mmm. You know the perfect place to start,” she sighed. “And my legs. I’m afraid they’re showing signs of weakness before I expected. I’m now officially a recreational runner instead of a competitive runner.”
“I love running with you,” I said as I unfastened her trousers and pulled them off so I could massage her legs. “At any speed for any duration. Nan, you helped me recover at a time when I had been told walking would be painful for the rest of my life.”
“Chronic pain after an injury like that often means you’ve simply altered your natural gait to compensate for the injury and after it’s healed, you don’t get back to a natural gait. You walk and run normally now. I only see you limp when you are extremely fatigued or the weather does something strange.”
“Thank you for helping me heal,” I said. I pulled off her T-shirt and pressed kisses to her bare skin. Nan almost never wore a bra or upper body underwear. There was really nothing there on her lean body to support. Still, I worked her chest muscles and made sure I treated her nipples with equal love. I’d found long ago that they were just as sensitive as my wives with bigger breasts.
“Take off your shirt, love,” she whispered. I did and she held me to her as we lay in bed. We kissed long and leisurely. “I know I might not seem as available to you as our younger wives,” she said. “I am. It just takes me a little longer to get started.”
“Unless it is one of our younger wives pressing your buttons,” I chuckled. Nan blushed.
“I can’t help that I like them.”
“I was worried you would never let go with Brittany when we first got together,” I whispered. My fingers pressed into her back as I continued to massage her while we lay together.
“She was such a temptation. I was so frightened of her. I just wanted to eat her up and knew I needed to wait until she was sixteen. Never anything harder for me to do,” Nan giggled. She reached between us and unfastened my slacks to push them down.
“I had the same reluctance—especially with Cindy. I thought of her as a precious little girl I needed to protect,” I said.
“Oh, she is. By the time she was firmly in our pod, Brit had already broken down my barriers and resisting Cindy was a non-starter. Am I a terrible old woman for wanting to eat such tasty young morsels of teen girlhood?”
“I think you’d have to class everyone in the pod that way if you tried to claim that for yourself. There isn’t one of us who can resist wrapping Cindy or Brittany or Beca in our arms and eating her up.”
“Yes. Beca, too. At least she was a little older, even if she still looks like a fourteen-year-old. But that girl understands her way around a woman’s body. There is no one who can take me from hot and sweaty to hot and needy as fast as she can when I come in from a run. Now look what you’ve done, bringing up young girls in our conversation as we make love,” she said. She pushed my hand down between her legs and I felt the warm moist evidence of how much our youngest wives turned her on. I pulled her panties down and she helped with my underwear.
There were times when Nanette and I came crashing together in high passion, but more often we started with little touches, little kisses, and built up toward a satisfying passion over the course of an hour or two. It was nice that our pod made it possible for us to have leisure time to make love like this. When my cock parted the thick hair and folds of labia protecting her inner passage, it was obvious she was ready for me. But we still took our time, gradually moving together in a rhythm that sank me deeper into her.
She pushed and I rolled to my back, giving her the superior position as she leaned forward to ride me. Unlike Cindy, who liked to sit up straight and wave her hands and hair in the air, Nanette liked to lean toward me, our chests not quite touching as she slid up and down on my cock. In this position, she rubbed her clit against my bush as she entered the glidepath to orgasm. It was easy for me to be right with Nan when she hit her peak, giving up my semen as she slammed down tightly against me and pulsed.
Our final performance in the Dallas/Fort Worth area was at the Bass Performance Hall in Fort Worth. It was a beautiful, 2,000-seat theater and the audience, while more reserved than in Austin, was with us every step of the way Saturday night. I felt like we had a successful conclusion to our tour and we could go home Sunday to our family.
We’d just given the instrument cart over to our driver and the four of us headed to the dressing room to pick up our personal paraphernalia, clothes, and Amanda. We were laughing over a joke about Fort Worth a stagehand had told us. “Beef is so abundant in Fort Worth you can pick it right off the tree and eat it as you are walking through town.” We’d certainly eaten our body-weight in beef the past three weeks, it seemed.
We walked into the dressing room and the door closed behind us. I turned and the guy from Louisville in a blue suit was standing in front of it.
“You’ve become a real pain in the ass, Jacob,” he said. “It’s time for your music career to come to an end.”
“What? Have you come to kidnap me again? You’re through. The whole RSI conglomerate is coming unraveled.” He pulled a gun from behind his back and checked it to make sure the safety was off. “You know that committing any crime while carrying a firearm is an automatic life sentence,” I said.
“I’m about to commit a capital offense,” he said. “What weapon I use won’t make a difference.”
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