“Patty should have told you what I just told you.”
“Patty’s home environment isn’t the same as yours,” Kristen said. “She couldn’t tell her mother, and she didn’t have anybody to turn to. As Jim said, her best friend was Camille, and it took until after Patty met Jim that Camille finally put all the pieces together. Jim already mentioned that Camille and Lynette came up with an interesting way to keep oversexed jocks in line, perhaps to prevent what happened to Patty to happen to one of their friends. It may or may not have worked, but Cammy and Lynette seemed to have fun doing it.”
Marla thought for a moment. “I can’t say that I’d adopt their solution in high schools nationwide, but it’s an interesting idea for a study. I can’t see such a study getting funding, but if somebody could set up some kind of controlled experiment…”
I couldn’t hold back my laughter now. “Yeah. A sex study that asks high school cheerleaders to fuck athletes. I don’t think that would go over very well.”
“Your friend Camille saw a problem, and she came up with a solution,” Marla said. “She sounds like a real go-getter. She also could just be a slut and used that as an excuse to explain her actions.”
“She’s both,” Kristen said. “She’s a slut, and she’ll tell you that she is. You name a sexual act, and she’s experienced it, and she can give you hints on how to enjoy it more. At the same time, she was the valedictorian of my class this year. At graduation, she lifted up her graduation robe and flashed everybody there… she wore nothing underneath!”
“Sounds like somebody very comfortable with her sexuality,” Marla said. “I don’t think I’ve met a cheerleader that was a valedictorian. That may be the effect of stereotypes, and it might be unfair, but Camille sounds like somebody that I’d like to meet.”
Kristen looked up at the clock in the dressing area. The clock was installed after we realized that showers were taking much longer than people were anticipating. “She might be here in a half hour. Lynette will definitely be here, and she was the captain of the cheerleaders. Both of them are blondes, but neither one is dumb. Lynette just loves sex.”
I added, “Lynette loves Kristen even more.”
Marla nodded. “You said she’s one of your slaves. How did you manage that?”
“Lynette was easy,” Kristen said. “She always had a crush on me, and confessed this to both of us. Jim gave permission for her and me to get together, and I realized when I was with her that this wasn’t just a roll in the hay. Lynette was seriously infatuated with me. I didn’t ask Jim, but I made Lynette an offer: she could come over here, but if she did so, she would be a slave to Jim and me. This is the reciprocity: she gets my love… my unadulterated love, and I’m not just talking sex here. In return, Jim isn’t left out. With us in charge, and the fact that Jim and I intend to marry, Lynette knows her place. If she decides to go elsewhere, then she’ll leave. We’ll miss her, but we’ll wish her a good life.”
Marla listened and thought a bit. “You’re playing with fire there, but since it’s voluntary on everybody’s part, then I can’t find fault with it. I can’t see me agreeing to such a bargain. What about the other one… June?”
I shook my head. “That one is a long story.”
Marla looked at the clock. “We have a half hour before your slaves arrive. Do we have time?”
I told Marla how June created her own phony Oogie Story as a way of making me seem more human.
“That’s truly funny!” Marla said. “That explains that confusing description of her virginity!”
“It also made me a target of every female that thought I was unattainable earlier this year when Kristen was keeping everybody away from me. Suddenly, I’m now available. In addition, a black classmate tried to hurt me. Archy took offense to that, I found out later, and that became yet another Oogie Story.”
Marla laughed: she heard that one, too. She really was one of my long distance fans.
I looked at the time. There were ten minutes until the girls would show up. “Kristen, may I have some time alone with Marla?”
Kristen looked at me oddly.
“I want to take her into the practice room. We’ll be upstairs in ten minutes. I promise to behave myself. Specifically, I’m not going to have sex with her. In addition, I won’t put my fingers or tongue between her legs.”
Kristen knew that I didn’t say I wouldn’t touch Marla, but couldn’t find any weasel room in what I promised.
“Give me ten minutes alone with Marla. I’ll bring her upstairs, au naturel, since she seems to be getting off on June and Lynette, and she really wants to see Cammy if she decides to show.”
“The practice room?” Kristen asked.
“I usually prefer my lovers to know that I’m a musician. Of everybody that has ever been with me, Marla is the only one that never heard me play.”
This explanation finally seemed to satisfy Kristen.
“Will you give me a kiss first?” Kristen asked.
“Of course,” I said. I moved over to Kristen, away from Marla, and kissed by lovely blonde Goddess.
When we broke the kiss, Kristen hugged me and whispered in my ear. “Did you write her a song?”
“No,” I said, truthfully.
“Oh,” Kristen said, a bit disappointed.
I toweled Marla off, and led her, still nude, into the practice room.
“Do you prefer electric or acoustic piano?” I asked her.
“I don’t know the difference.”
“You’re not tone deaf, are you?” I asked.
Marla broke out in song, “The sun will come out, tomorrow…”
“You sing beautifully,” I said, amazed. “Let’s use the upright piano.”
I pulled the bench out and opened the cover.
“I still need something. Oh, yeah. Come here, Marla.”
Marla came over, confusion on her face.
“Sit on my lap so my dick is on the outside of your crotch.”
Marla had some trouble understanding, so I helped her get into the same position I used with June when I played while she masturbated herself on my crotch.
“I’ve only done this once, with that virgin cheerleader,” I whispered to Marla.
“Ooh.”
“I played Goodbye Yellow Brick Road and another special song for her. I’ve never told Kristen about that. Would you like that?”
“That song… that whole Elton John album is depressing. Do you do requests?”
“Depends on the song. Some songs don’t sound good on piano.”
Marla thought for a moment. “Can you think of a good piano song other than that one?”
“Do you know Todd Rundgren?”
“Who?” Marla asked.
“He’s a great guitar player. He has his own group. Anyway, there’s a song that I never played for anybody before, and I figured that I’d play it for you.”
“Me?”
I started playing the intro, my arms snuggling against Marla’s small breasts almost the same way that I did with June. During the introduction, I told Marla that she was supposed to grind herself against me, and achieve orgasm before the end of the song.