My Only Talent Ch. 21

I was now absolutely frantic to come, and determined to do it as far up inside her as humanly possible. A dozen more thrusts had me right on the edge, slamming into her and sliding along that sweetly sweaty lubrication layer between us. I watched her eyes and then let loose with what felt like a voluminous and high pressure shot. Her pupils got a little wider and then her eyes rolled up in her eyelids and she just froze all motion for a moment. I continued to push and thrust, filling her as much as I could. She drew in a big breath and then smiled up at me, her Wedgewood blue eyes beaming like lanterns.

The timer buzzed on the oven and we got up to have our early supper. It was fantastic. By the time I helped clear the table and loaded the dishwasher, it was time for me to walk back to campus. She put an arm around me and said "Can you come back after your stress test? We need to talk." Lara had never, ever said that to me before. I hope it wouldn't be a second stress test, this one of my emotional resolve rather than my physical endurance. She gave me a two liter bottle of water to take with me, and I drank it all as I walked back to Belmont Hall and up to the fifth floor lab, arriving right on the dot at 6 PM.

Saskia Graendel was waiting impatiently; Duke Knorr was just standing there. Saskia spoke first, of course, and loudly. "Well if it isn't the mysterious Mister Roberts. At least you have been diligently updating your food and exercise diary for the last day or so, but the state of your body still doesn't make any rational sense to me. You are either radically over reporting your caloric intake, under reporting your exercise, or somehow transporting kilocalories into some other parallel universe, because they are not ending up as body weight. First we thought you weighed too little because you had a bone problems, but your bone density is just fine. And although your legs are relatively well muscled, your upper body is sorely lacking in bulk: you don't have enough muscle mass to have a BMR that would even come close to accounting for all the energy you seemingly burn up. It's a physiological mystery that I will solve, Roberts! And during the next semester, I will build you a proper chest and shoulders, too!"

She was pretty worked up, and I just couldn't resist having a little fun with her. My beautiful Lara had just boosted my confidence and testosterone levels to the maximum, so I decided to act the cock of the walk a bit with Saskia.

"Well, in the interest of science, Saskia, I think you should spend a weekend or at least a full 24 hours with me every minute, observing me very closely as only a trained scientist like you can. Stay right next to me as I eat and exercise, sleep with me and for good measure, put your hands on me at all times and try to figure out what is happening with my body. Although I must admit that the presence of a woman like you would certainly stimulate me and change the results from my normal resting state. But I am willing if you are!"

Duke snorted and laughed uncomfortably, but Saskia actually looked confused for a minute. Then she recovered. "Let's hope that I am proficient enough at design of experiments to get the proper data without having to make that kind of personal sacrifice, Roberts."

Ouch, that cut me to the quick, but I kept pitching. "A weekend spent with you, Saskia, would be the perfect blend of art and science!"

Duke Knorr couldn't remain silent any more. "It's getting pretty deep in here. I should be wearing hip boots instead of my vintage Converse All Stars! Let's get you hooked up for your ultrasound action movie debut, kid!"

He led the way up to an 8th floor lab, and told me to strip down to my underwear, socks, and running shoes. A very fancy looking treadmill sat there on some sort of big pedestal, festooned with cameras, keypads, test leads, and a bunch of other stuff I couldn't identify. He put some very cold clear gel from a squeeze bottle on my neck and shoulders, and then strapped on something that looked like a pair of football shoulder pads with a wiring harness attached to a bunch of equipment in a big tall floor standing rolling rack. He put some sticky electrodes at several points on my chest with another little grey box of clip leads that that led to the same rack of equipment. He then put a blood pressure cuff on one of my arms, strapped some sort of metal thing with another lead attached to it around one ankle, and clipped some sort of if little thing onto my earlobe, and another to a finger. He put a red rubber ball in my other hand and told me to hold it.

He had me stand still and blow as hard as I could into a little tube, then breathe through my mouth as hard and fast as I could. The he attached a little mask over my mouth and nose and had me breathe through that for a while. He watched a bunch of squiggles and numbers on three big monitors on the wall, and then repeated all this stuff again with me squeezing the rubber ball as hard as I could. Then he seemed to go through every possible permutation of all this stuff: breathing from the mask or from the room air, squeezing the ball or relaxing, breathing hard or easy, inhaling as deeply as I could and holding it, or breathing shallow and fast, ad infinitum. I lost track of it all and just tried to do what he asked. All the while he moved a trackball around and clicked red marks on the monitors and made cryptic little notes.

Finally Saskia's voice came over the some speakers saying something like "okay for phase two." He took the ball from my hands and took the mask off of my mouth and nose.

"Put your hands on the guard rails, kid, and get ready to start walking. After we record baseline data for a few minutes, the treadmill will start to go faster. Speed up your walking pace as the treadmill does and don't fall down. The after a few more minutes the treadmill will tilt up like you are climbing a hill. Just do your best to keep up the pace and don't fall down. Your heart rate will get way up there. Try to keep going until I tell you to stop. It may hurt but we will be monitoring everything and will not let you do any real damage to yourself. You might think you are in good shape but you are probably not ready for iron man competition or astronaut training. This will give us a very good assessment of where you are and let us set goals for what to try to accomplish next semester."

He moved over to a little chair next to the equipment rack and put on a headset with a microphone. Then he reached up and touched a button on the side of the headset and said "Wait a minute, I forgot to check one thing!"

He walked back over to me and pricked my finger again. "When and what did you eat and drink last?"

"I had some chicken casserole about 5 o'clock and drank two liters of water as I walked over here."

He stuck the little meter in the spot of blood on my fingertip, and said "Ninety one. That's cool. We are ready."

The treadmill began to move at a slow walking pace. This continued for about a minute and then it speed up, to about my normal walking pace, which was pretty fast. Then it bumped up again to something just short of a jog. No trouble so far and plenty of wind. Duke put the breathing mask back over my mouth and nose. I looked up at one of the monitors and saw what appeared to be a x-ray view of my beating heart on the top of the screen and a trace like an EKG machine on the bottom. There were also numbers and labels all along the left and right sides of the screen. I recognized "HR" and "BP" but did not know what to make of "ST", "QT", "PQ" and a bunch of others.

I didn't have much time to think about it because the pedestal under the treadmill suddenly tilted about 5 degrees, and it took a bit more effort to keep up the pace. I forgot about trying to figure out the monitor and just concentrated on breathing and walking. Then it tilted again and soon I felt like I usually did at the start of one of our runs. It tilted again and again, and I began to breathe harder and faster. One more tilt had me very aware of my leg and chest muscles. I did catch a glimpse of the monitor and saw "HR" was 170. The damn treadmill tilted again, at some ridiculous angle, and I did my best to keep pace. I think I saw 200 on the monitor. Duke said something like "all symmetrical" and then the damn treadmill tilted again. Soon I was feeling just about the way I did when I passed the chili parlor on my little marathon trial, and I think I saw 220 on the monitor. The Duke said "VO2 something" and then "it looks good to go for 240."

The treadmill tilted to almost vertical, or at least it seemed like it, and every muscle I had in my body was screaming at me. Darth Vader began to breathe in my ear, competing with the tom toms thumping out my heart beat. Now I was really feeling it. I couldn't take another tilt, but then I don't think the damn thing could tilt any farther. Tunnel vision started and then a sort of little mini runners high.

About that time, Duke said "OK kid, good job. We are going to gradually tilt the thing back to horizontal and then slow it down. Take it easy and keep moving, I'll tell you when it is about to stop."

It seemed to take forever, but I felt a lot better as soon as the tilt was back to something reasonable. Horizontal was literally like a walk in the park, and then Duke said "Get ready to stop." Even with that warning I almost stumbled when it did actually stop, but I felt pretty good.

Saskia walked in. "I suspect there is no history of heart trouble in your family, Mr. Roberts, so we won't have to observe any limitations on your exertions next semester. So I can work your lazy ass to the max to try, and I am only promising to try, to get your horribly weak chest and shoulders into shape. You aren't exactly Lance Armstrong at moving oxygen, either, but then you don't have three times the normal number of erythrocytes on board, do you?"

I wasn't sure if I did or not, but I was sure I still wanted to have some fun with her. "Does this mean you will go out with me now?"

She snorted derisively. "No. But it does mean we won't need to do the MRI, and my budget has been cut anyway, so we are done with the testing for now. But keep up the food and exercise diary, because I need more data to figure your strange metabolism out."

"I promise that I will keep the diary acutely and promptly, but if you still can't figure it out, I want you to promise that you will spend a weekend glued to me."

"I'll figure it out Roberts, don't worry."

It was almost 9 PM by the time I left Belmont, and it was cold out. I wrapped my coat around me tightly, and texted Lara that I was on my way. She responded immediately. "Just come in the door. I will be on my knees with my leather hood on." I quickened my pace to a jog. I was not up to a full run, as the stress test had taken more out of me than I wanted to admit, but I was hoping that Lara was about to take something out of me too. I went up to her door, and pushed it open. She was kneeling, naked, with that wonderful electric blue leather hood on, her two long blonde pigtails emerging from it. She was breathing hard and looking spectacular.

"Good evening slut!" He Suzie responded. She was feeling naughty and in need of some punishment. I walked to her and took her head in my hands. "It's time for you to suck my stinking, sweaty cock! They made me run and breathe a lot, and it just made me horny."

The hood gave me a good grip on her head, and I slipped my cock between her full lips, fucking her face. Her Suzie sang! She liked it more than I did, if that was possible.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you slut?" I watched my cock slide in and out of her mouth, and realized it did stink, along with most of the rest of me. I had built up quite a bit of sweat during that stress test, and as I shed my clothes, it was coming off of me in aromatic waves, quite a contrast of the smell of the candle Lara had burning on the coffee table. "You deserve a stinking cock, don't you slut?"

She hummed with her mouth full. "And you better suck me dry and swallow every drop, you little bitch. But I am still going to have to spank you!" I was really getting in to this, as was she. I grabbed one blond pigtail with each hand, and used her shamelessly. Or perhaps I should say shamefully, which was what she was responding to. Her excitement burned on her Suzie signal like burning gasoline on the surface of a lake. I stood on my tiptoes and forced my cock down her now almost vertical throat. She sucked and licked like a dream, and it did not take long for me to come. "That's it slut. Every damn drop! Now lick my sweaty balls!" She sucked them into her mouth, and I got hard again almost immediately. I could feel her Suzie singing some strutting slut pride at my almost instant response to her yeoman service.

I pulled her up roughly to her feet and then threw her across the couch, bending her up double with her knees over my shoulders and penetrating her pussy quickly. She was almost as stinky and fragrant as I was, but hers was pure sexual excitation and no perspiration. It was elemental magic. I fucked her like a madman, and she responded like a thoroughbred. She came before I even got my rhythm established, which made me feel even nastier. I spun her over, exposing her perfect pink bottom, and spanked it hard, then plunged my tongue in, sucking it for all I was worth. Spank and suck, suck and spank. It drove her crazy. Finally I plunged my cock into her ass. Nirvana!

I pushed her around until she was doubled over the back of the sofa, with her waist bent over it, her hands down on the floor, legs wide, and her feet stuck in the space between the cushions and the back support. I pounded into her ass, her bountiful backside undulating as I slammed into it. The sofa would have tilted over with every thrust, except she was using her strong arms at just the right time to keep us from tipping over in a heap. I bellowed like a bull and shot again, just as far up her tight little butt as I could. It was perfect for me. Finally she did let the sofa go over, and we tumbled in a heap on floor. She giggled.

"Thank you Master, I needed a good spanking and an ass fucking!"

I laughed with her for a moment. "You are lucky I can't resist your hot slut ass! Never forget that ass belongs to me and me alone. Now go draw me a bath!"

That got me that tight little smile I loved so much. She ran to draw my bath. She was spectacular. What did I care about anyone else in the world when I had her? If I never won another tennis match in my life, I knew I had already won a prize better for me than anything Wimbledon or Forest Hills could ever offer. We washed and kissed and tickled each other for as long as the hot water lasted. She put my stinky clothes in the washer and heard my stomach growling and invited me into the kitchen and she pulled out a fruit salad for us to much on. I was waiting for 'the other shoe to drop' with regard to her saying that we had to talk earlier, and it did not take long.

"Robbie? I wanted to talk about something that makes me uncomfortable."

I smiled at her and munched some cantaloupe and strawberries. I was listening.

"It's about Millie's party, sort of."

Once again I waited.

"Do you know what Millie really wants to happen at that party, Robbie? "

"Well, I expect she wants to be spanked and whipped and fucked, and then put on her fuck rug to please anybody that wants her?"

"Yes, but do you know how many people she wants to use her?

"Too many for comfort, I am afraid."

She looked very troubled. "Exactly!" She moved her chair over right next to mine and put her head on my shoulder. "It scares me, Robbie. I know we are supposedly sexually liberated and all that, and I certainly enjoy getting all crazy with Suzanne and you and Millie, too, but the idea of so many people with her makes me nervous, a lot more nervous than excited. I can get into the fantasy aspect of it, but I can't get into her actually doing it."

"I understand. I was the one that told her she was a fuck toy, and to embrace her inner slut. Now I feel like a hypocrite because I want to tell her to take it easy and take care of herself. But I would also feel such terrible guilt if anything bad really happened to her."

"I don't know if I want to see her do that, Robbie. It might turn her on, but I am pretty sure it is going to turn me off. I just can't imagine actually doing something like that myself."

"Let's you and me get something straight, Lara. I never want you to get anywhere near doing anything like that. You are mine, and mine alone. No other guys, not even one!"

She looked up and riveted me with her electric blue gaze. "Really, Robbie? Just how do you justify saying that to me?"

"Because I love you, and you are to be a slut for me and only for me!"

At least six different expressions played across her face in about two seconds, but a clear and very happy Suzie sang out. "As long as you keep taking good care of me, that's exactly what I want! You can have other women, sometimes, and especially somebody like Suzanne that we both fall for. I will date other guys, too. Socially speaking, and kiss them goodnight, and never, ever have sex with them. But you better keep figuring out how to get me hot and get me off, boyfriend, or I might start looking for some male action on the side. Do you hear me?"

I smiled. Was she perfect for me or what? "Nobody knows your little secret slut nature like I do Lara, and no one loves you like I do. If you ever think you ought to start looking around, give me 90 days notice to correct the situation." I was borrowing a phrase from all those lawsuits I was reading up on for Engineering 101.

She smiled. "I might give you 9 days, Robbie, if you are lucky." I think she meant it. But then she said "You know you are the only guy to ever really turn me on and get me off. Now that I know you really care about me, I don't even need to get spanked and humiliated to get turned on anymore, but sometimes I want you to treat me dirty, like tonight."

I took her in my arms. "One other thing, beautiful: I don't think I want to submit to anyone anymore, even you and Suzanne, who I trust completely." I had been thinking about last Friday night a lot. It got me off all right, but that didn't necessarily make it a valid life plan for the future.

She pushed back a little with her arms and looked at my face. "I wondered about that. You did get really hard and lasted a long time, but I felt a little uneasy about it. I think it told me that you truly trust me, and you only needed to show me that once." She giggled and tried to suppress a smile, but I wasn't sure why.

Something suddenly made sense to me. Mrs. Douglass, my so far almost prescient sex teacher, had told me to try submission once, to see if I liked it. She said she tried it, she didn't like it, and she never did it again. But Millie had taught me to parse words like a politician, and Oiler had taught me how much parsing mathematical expressions differently could change their meaning radically. What Mrs. Douglass had definitely not said was that if you like it you should keep doing it. I tried it, I liked it, but I still don't think I want to do it anymore.

"It did get me off. But if you two had tied me up and shot me up with heroin, that would have got me high too and felt good for a while, but that doesn't mean it's a good thing for me to do again. I could never even think of doing something like that with someone I didn't trust like I do you. Even if it gets me off, it still may not be a good idea."

She giggled again. "Well, you may be missing out on a few things. Suzanne and I did develop quite a plan for you. She called it a 'monotonic progression of sexual stimulation' and said you were the one that taught her about it."