My Only Talent Ch. 13

I couldn't say a thing, but she kept talking. "Then I want to switch and take the one from my pussy and take it in my mouth and vice versa, and then switch back again!" She was like a compulsive confessor, and now I really wanted her to shut up, so I could crawl under the floor and disappear. Desperate to find more good news, I saw that her Suzie signal carried only raw excitement and what she had described out loud, not the distorted ugliness and twenty guys standing in line to fuck her like Melanie's repulsive signal had carried.

I was just listening to myself breathe, and was otherwise paralyzed. But she kept going, "I don't want it just once with some anonymous risky guys, I want it multiple times with you and with someone we both trust and respect, just like we both feel about Lara. But I don't expect you to do anything with the other guy. I don't think you are wired like that, and it doesn't turn me on to think about that. I don't know why. Watching you fuck Lara or Millie makes me hot as hell, and I just want you more, but the idea of watching you with another guy does nothing for me."

Thank goodness for small favors. I could still inhale and exhale, but I still could not talk. She could. "I want it to be someone you like as a friend, too, and someone that you approve of for me. And I will wait until you are on board and we find someone like that." Thanks a lot.

Somehow I found my voice, "You not only want to make me watch you do this and join in, you want to make me pick the other guy, the guy with a bigger cock than me, for you?" I did not have to add 'you disgusting whore' because my tone of voice made that clear.

She blinked, and tears began to fall. 'Yes you idiot! I don't want it with two other guys; I want it with you and an ancillary cock. An accessory, a much less important bit player, a 'meat puppet' like you offered to be for me not so long ago! But you are so much more than that now. You are now important enough to me that I have tell you everything and this is something I want. I want to have the same kind of deal you have with Lara and me. Don't you think I could find two new guys to bang me from both ends if I wanted to?"

I answered without thinking. "In a heartbeat, but that's not who you are! But I don't know if doing this with you is who I am either! What if you like it so much you never want me alone again?"

She cried again. "I spent two weeks planning how to tell you and make you see that that would never happen. It's the equivalent of you banging some with chick huge breasts and a big ass in your wild and crazy college days just to see what it's like, not like you are going to run off and marry the girl! Unfortunately I was in sexual suspended animation during most of what should have been my wild college days, until some hot young guy with a great ass not only woke me up but made me come like I never dreamed possible. And you have to admit you did an amazing job of finding Lara and Millie, two of the hottest and most wonderful and trustworthy women out there, so I figure you would find somebody much better than I could ever find myself."

Shit. I hate it when she makes sense, but I had to keep fighting. "I have a feel for picking women, they interest me, they turn me on, I love everything about them! But I don't have that kind of feel for guys. When I walk around on campus, roughly 1/3 of all the girls I see start me wondering what they would look like naked and what it would be like to touch them. That has never happened with even a single guy! And I have never had an instant's desire to see some other guy doing my best girl!"

"I don't expect you to want to fuck them. I just expect you to find 'a good guy' who is a 'safe bet' for me and eliminate the risky losers. Am I really your 'best girl' Robbie?"

"You should know that by now, you slut, but I wanted you to be a slut for me only!"

"Shouldn't reciprocity apply?"

Damn it sometimes smart girls can be a pain. My stomach was churning, my emotions were roiling, and suddenly her Suzie signal made it clear that she was getting horny again, and I realized I was to. What the hell was going on here?

She was still arguing her case, "Back when we humans all roamed the savannah every night, just trying to maximize our gene content in future generations, men and women copulated openly with several partners each night, and may the best sperm win!"

I grabbed her shoulders. "Yes, but since then we have developed civilization, agriculture, the horse collar, the germ concept of disease, and the nuclear family. I would never form a family with anyone without a clear understanding that mine are the only swimmers that ever get into to pool to compete, so to speak!"

Her eyes flashed, "And you can also only swim in one pool?"

Damn it sometimes smart girls can be a pain.

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Dwight the Dweeb had perfect microphone coverage in the apartment bedroom, but he almost wished he didn't. This Pliskin chick was beautiful, and very sexy, but boy was she ever high maintenance. Being with somebody like her would be amazing, but you couldn't help but fall for her and then she comes up with this shit to break your heart. Maybe he didn't envy this freshman so much after all. He continued to think about it for a minute when the tactical alert tone went off on the boss's phone. He had only heard that tone twice before in the last five years, and both times it had meant trouble.

Senior agent Smith read the message on his phone, and then looked at the attached picture. He was very glad he had already sent a sitrep that included their recognizing Ambassador Pliskin's daughter at the party with the unidentified Russian crew, and Sapiento Gallo's entourage. The agency apparently had another asset at the party, one that had produced a crystal clear high resolution photo of the Russians, thoughtfully posed together. The facial recognition programs at the agency had gone off like a slot machine hitting the jackpot. The guy they called the 'translator' was using the name 'Pavel' but was identified as a high level mob enforcer and team leader from Omsk. The guys with him were former Russian Special Forces types who had been implicated by Interpol in several kidnappings for hire in Europe and the Middle East, and the agency suspected they may be going after Sapiento Gallo or his wife. More teams were on the way, but they were tasked to stay glued on Pliskin's daughter until further notice and report hourly.

Dwight's phone beeped a 'normal' tone, and he had a reply to his inquiry about the supposed low riders in the parking lot. They were Texas Rangers, undercover, and the agency thought they were originally watching the blonde's girl's apartment and then followed the Pliskin girl here on a previous occasion. At least they weren't spotting for the Russian crew.

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Suzanne had stepped up her attention to my nipples, making very hard for me to get up and leave. Soon she was gently kissing my nipples and running her hands all over me, and it was making me crazy. She looked at me, holding her tongue up against her top teeth, and then said, "Why don't you just lay there and think about it for a while?" She was soon unbuttoning my pants and caressing my cock, and had my full and undivided attention. She proceeded to give me a slow and sensuous, patient and teasing blow job better than the best I have ever had. She would get me right to the edge then back off and kiss my navel for a while, come back up and kiss my nipples, then my mouth, and then move back down and really suck me down hard all the way into her throat and bring me to edge again. It was amazing. I relaxed and tuned into her Suzie signal, and realized that when she came up to kiss my mouth, she was imagining that she was about to go down on a second, different cock, then coming back up and switching over to mine, then alternating again. She was turned on as hell, and I was getting all the benefits, at least for now.

The next time she moved up to my mouth, I said "Do you want me to talk in a different voice when you switch cocks, to make it more realistic for you?" Her eyes snapped open and her expression was a combination of embarrassment and excitement. But by that time I was thinking as much with my dick as with my brain. I grabbed her head and pushed it back down to my crotch, saying, "You better do a good job on both cocks, slut!" Her breath whistled through her nose, and then she worked on my dick even more frantically than before.

Soon she signaled that she was desperate to have me come, and she sucked me like a starving calf, breaking through all my resistance and swallowing everything I could shoot. She kept her mouth glued to me and began her patented instant penis revival process, and swung her legs up and planted her pussy right on my mouth. I guess I could not refuse a lady. She was wet and frantic and tasty, and I lost myself in her, forgetting all about Suzie signals, fantasies, and future problems. Two hours later, she was driving me back to campus, and for the first time I noticed the cable TV van. Hadn't I seen it parked in the parking lot earlier, along with the boom box low rider guys?

I didn't make my 10 PM bedtime, but I wasn't too late, and I slept like a dead zombie. Despite the wonderful supper, I was ravenous when I awoke, and was Johnny on the spot at early breakfast. So was Nora, and we began talking as we went through the buffet line.

"Hey beautiful, How was your trip to Lubbock?"

She smiled, "It was good. I was not the most enthusiastic football fan, but I enjoyed to trip a lot. I think I am catching on to the rules of the game, and I was not even up on rugby until I came to school here. One of the other girls suggested I rent 'Friday Night Lights' for more insight into the cultural significance of football in Texas. I have never heard of anyone throwing thousands of tortillas on the field before!"

I laughed. "That's mostly a Lubbock thing, and in Arkansas sometimes it's bottles."

She told me a little more about the trip, and I realized I was fascinated in listening to her. Finally she paused and I said, "I want you to come home with me for Thanksgiving holiday so you aren't stuck here alone!"

Her eyes grew wide, and she looked frankly shocked. "What about Lara and Suzanne?"

"Well, Suzanne is going to spend Thanksgiving with Mike's family." Nora made an unpleasant face. "Lara's dad is coming here for the football game, but I want to see my family, and it's a little tougher for my grandparents to travel than it used to be, so I am heading home. We will watch the football game at home on TV, and we'd love to have you there with us."

"That's sweet, but I don't' want to impose, and..."

"No imposition at all, in fact you will have to pitch in to help cook, taking some of the load off my grandmother. And I really need someone to ride home with me, because the girl I am riding with would be totally insufferable if I had to be trapped alone with her for the whole trip up and back. Plus my older sister is spending Thanksgiving with her fiancé's family, so you would be distracting my mother from missing her so much. We have a nice guest room ready for you, too. Can you be ready to leave the Wednesday before Thanksgiving at noon?"

She smiled, and her almost squelched Suzie leaked excitement, warmth and acceptance. "I am really welcome?"

"Absolutely, and Suzanne would kill me if I let you stay here alone. You are our friend, whatever else happens in the future."

"Okay." She looked incredibly pleased, and it made me happy that she did. "And by the way, I got a call from your friend Strelsa over the weekend, inviting us to dinner with her and Gunther at their apartment. I reiterated that you and I were friends, but you were dating Suzanne, and told her she should call and invite the two of you. So you should expect that call."

I gave her a hug, which was returned with more fervor than ever before, and a further hint of some leaking Suzie, and then I headed for my Rhetoric and Composition class, hoping to get there early to talk to Sarah. She was there early, too.

"Hey there!" she smiled at me as she said it. "How was your weekend?"

"Busy, but mostly it was very good! I went to a fantastic party, but my date got mad at me!"

"I went to the best party I have ever been to. Did you party a little too hard? Get too drunk?"

I smiled. I was going to have some fun with her, hoping she had not recognized me at the party. "No, I don't drink!"

She smiled again. "Oh, yeah, and you don't smoke or chase women either, I suppose?"

I laughed again. "I don't drink, smoke, or do dope, but I do chase women, and that's what got me in trouble with my date." I leaned close to her conspiratorially, and said "You see, there was this super hot girl at the party, so hot that I couldn't stop looking at her, and that's what got me in trouble. She was dressed up like a Playboy bunny, one of my childhood fantasies, so to speak, and she was smoking hot looking! But she had this real dork of a date, dressed up like Hugh Hefner, and she was much too wonderful to be with a loser like that!"

Sarah looked around and then back at me, as if trying to figure out if I was serious or not. Then she got this very pleased looking expression on her face, and I sensed her Suzie cranking up and crowing. She leaned even closer to me, and said, "What were you thinking about when you were looking at this girl?"

I looked around like I was worried someone was watching, and I leaned over and whispered in her ear, almost touching it, "Promise you won't be shocked or offended?"

She laughed. "Okay."

I realized the bell was just about to ring, and said, "I wanted to rip that costume off of her and lick every inch of her!" and then walked in to the class room, leaving her standing with her mouth open, which gave me some ideas. The class was not nearly as interesting as those ideas, but it was a whole new set of famous books and chapters analyzing them, with several assigned papers, all to be finished before Thanksgiving break. It was time for me to buckle down for a while and pay attention. When class ended, Sarah buttonholed me in the hall.

"So this party you went to, was it a costume party?"

"Yes."

"What did you go as?"

"Well, I went with a date and two friends. I had on a black leather suit that I would call a BDSM outfit, and they had one red and white ones, plus one girl had a very skimpy metal jewelry costume. Her eyes got as big as saucers, but I said "I have to get to my next class", and her Suzie signal resounded through the hallway. I sure hope Ms. Wyrickie, our hot TA, made her smoke free goal, because that would mean that the three of us would get together soon.

Professor Lillehammer took delight in laying out a whole new and challenging set of material, complete with lots or reading and some engineering 'cases' to be written up, also to be completed before Thanksgiving. He also told us about a meeting Tuesday at 5 for the engineering department's 'distributed education' program, where you worked for a semester, then attended school for two, then worked again. It gave students some real work experience, and gave both students and prospective employers a chance to try out a working relationship before making a long term commitment. When class ended, he made a point of telling me that he really wanted me to attend that meeting. I hope it didn't last too long, so I could still go to the election night reception.

I dashed over to the track, skipping lunch, and got my initial seven miles in before Suzanne arrived and fell into step next to me. "Hello, my animal. Did you get enough breakfast?"

"I hope so, because I am skipping lunch."

We ran silently for a while, then she said "Have you thought about what we talked about last night?"

"Yes, but I haven't reached any conclusions yet."

"Okay. Let me know. Do you think you would be ready to try to make 15 miles beginning next week?"

"Maybe, why?"

"Because I would like to see you get to 15 as a habit for three weeks or so, and there is a marathon coming up in December that I would like us both to enter, so you can say you have done it, and I can be proud of you!"

We ran for a few more minutes in silence, and then I said, "Nora is coming home with me for Thanksgiving, and it will really help to have her take some of the load off my grandmother. She seemed very pleased with the invitation. It should work out fine!"

I made my afternoon classes and used the time in between to attack all the new material that had been assigned. I was famished by 4 PM, and was looking forward to some of UDP's usual excellent fare for dinner tonight. I blocked out all my assignments from my first day back to MWF classes, and it looked like I could get things done. I started walking over to UDP at 5, and there was a real chill in the air, fall having arrived completely. The capitol city didn't really have much of a winter; it only snowed about every three years, and only stayed on the ground once in five. But it looked like there would be good cool football weather for Saturday's game.

About halfway to UDP, my phone rang. It was Lara, calling about Millie. "Can you come over here and help me with Millie? I promised her some time on her 'fuck rug' and she is insatiable! She needs to be pounded."

"I am on my way to the UDP port to meet with Oiler about the schedule for your dad's last minute F1 group. I am asking them to move mountains to make this happen, so I have to be there!"

She sighed. "Why to they call it the UDP 'port' instead of a 'house' like every other frat does?"

"It's nerd thing, beautiful. It's one of those inside jokes."

"Okay. But what should I do with Millie. She is wearing me out!"

"What did you do to get her off Sunday night after we left?"

"I tied her up to the trapeze and whipped her ass, used the candle wax, spanked the bottom of her feet, everything she tried with me and more. It got her off like crazy, and I can't believe she can come like that from pain, but she does. She literally made a puddle on the floor under the trapeze. She really lived up to her 'wet spot' nickname. But I swear today she even more demanding than ever!"

"Turn it around on her, beautiful. Make her serve you. She also gets off to being dominated and humiliated, even without the pain. Make her worship your ass for an hour. Tie her hands behind her back painfully and make her kiss your sweet little blond pussy for another hour, and then whip her ass and tell her she is doing a lousy job and needs to try harder. She will love it and so will you." Lara laughed. "It worked on me didn't it?"

I realized there was a girl walking behind me that had been listening to my side of conversation. I finished up with Lara, saying, "It sure did work on you and that was one of the greatest things that ever happened to me, beautiful!" Lara drew in a sharp breath and sounded like she was about to cry. "I am just walking into UDP. Can I call you later to see how it went?"

She drew in another deep breath. "You know you can do anything you want, Master. I love you."

I looked around at the girl, and she avoided my eyes, but I made a point to make eye contact with her, and smiled. She looked worried and uncomfortable as I mounted the steps at the front of the UDP house. She stopped right at the threshold, and then watched me walk in, and I realized that she was planning on going in as well. I held the door open for her, and she walked in, eyes down toward the floor at all times. I was a few minutes early before dinner. Cisco was sitting on one of the couches in the entry hall, and stood up to greet me.

"Hey, Robbie, have I ever got a story to tell you!"

"Hey, Cisco! How was your weekend?" He stopped and looked behind me at the girl that had come in through the door.