Mike & Karen Ch. 28

The good doctor knew that Katie would already be rescheduling her other appointments.

***

A chemistry lab, St. George Campus, Monday morning, the present...

"Heya, dad," Alex said as he entered the dark room, closing the door behind him. "I was told you were seen headin' this way. What are you up to?"

"Can you keep a secret, Alex?" Mike asked as he kept his focus on something on the station he was working at.

"I kept Alexa from you and mom for two months, and I wasn't even the one to give it away," the younger man quipped cheerfully as he walked up. "So yeah, I think I can, what're you-"

He stopped dead as he stood beside his father, gaping down at the work surface. In the dark, whatever Mike was working on reflected and almost glowed brightly.

"Uh, dad?" Alex said in a voice of quiet awe. "Is that... did you..."

Mike nodded. "The kinetic makeup was key, in fact. Six months in the planning and experimenting stage at this point. Now I'm doing practical."

Alex was still staring dumbly. "Does mom know?"

"No," Mike said quietly but firmly. "I hope to have this ready for August, in fact."

Alex understood immediately. Nobody was to know. His mother had a way of finding things out. Therefore, he wouldn't even tell Alexa. He would make it up to her later, but he understood the need for secrecy. "How've you kept this from her?"

The titan father smiled slightly. "We've been really busy with various theories and experiments. We find lab time where we can, and we coordinate notes as necessary. She wouldn't blink if I found time to work on some things. I try to do this one on her lecture-heavy days, of course."

"Dad, I'm..." Alex fumbled, not knowing what to say. "Even if you keep this unique forever, you'll still need a patent, right?"

Mike nodded. "Once the process is perfected, I'll patent it immediately. Control of that patent goes to you and Alli upon the demise of both your mother and I. What you do with it after that is up to you. But until that day, this gift is for my wife alone in the entire world."

Alex was still staring. "Dad, it sounds silly, but we can only ever talk about this obliquely in some language only you and I speak."

His father thought about what he was saying. "She's intelligible with her Cree these days. Same with Klingon. And it sucks, but she could possibly recognize loan words between Akkadian and Middle Babylonian to her Aramaic."

Alex also pondered. "What about Mohawk? No real bridges between that and the Cree she might speak."

Mike sighed. "If it were anyone other than your mother, it would be beyond ludicrous for us to go to these lengths to protect the nature of a birthday present."

"Pity you taught her Quenya all those years ago..." Alex laughed.

***

A very secluded office, the Kerkyon clinic...

Jenny was sitting back on one hand, hissing and trying to not groan loudly as she used her free hand to keep Samantha 's face pressed into her pussy, legs akimbo and trembling while the doctor massaged her inner walls with her tongue. Samantha was using her fingers to pull Jenny's pussylips wide, occasionally flicking her tongue against the countess' clit before diving back in.

"Mmmmm, yes, lovey," Jenny moaned as softly as she could, squirming her hips against her lover, feeling her third orgasm approaching. She was still wearing her stocking and garters somehow, and Samantha was also as naked as the day she was born. "Just like that, yesssss..."

She choked a little and shuddered, falling back on the examination table, arching her hips and letting out a silent scream as she pressed her wanton cunt desperately into her lover's face, bathing Samantha's lovely features in her essence. She had barely allowed her behind to touch the table again before she pulled the brunette up on top of her, mashing her lips to her lover's and kissing her greedily. Samantha returned the kiss, their naked bodies squirming together lustily as their tongues dueled.

Panting, Jenny raised herself into a sitting position, with the doctor leaning back and kneeling in front of her newest patient. They were looking into one another's eyes, chests heaving and naked bodies shining with the sweat of their exertions. Half the struggle was not screaming and alerting the entire facility as to their activities. Thankfully, Samantha's office was at the end of a long hall, and her walls and door were very sturdy. For privacy's sake, of course.

Jenny put her hand on the back of the woman's neck and held her close, their foreheads pressed together. Both women were panting hard enough that their tongues were hanging out. Her fingers massaged that slender neck, while Samantha's hands were fondling Jenny's opulent breasts. They were almost as big as Karen's and Alexa's, and she could not get enough of them.

"It's a very nice examination table," Jenny managed to say, still panting. "Nice and big."

"Big enough for two," Samantha whispered lustily. "Unless your name is Michael DeBourne."

Jenny gave a tired giggle, kissing Samantha before taking her lower lip between her teeth, tugging on it gently, making the dark-haired woman moan in need. "How many times... has he fucked you on this table?"

"Plenty, and not enough," her lover whispered, moving closer until their bodies were pressed. Her breasts weren't as big as Jenny's, but they were still lovely. The two women moved their legs around until they were latched to one another, their gooey pussies pressed.

"And has Kat fucked you on this table?" Jenny asked lustily as she began grinding her hips, slithering her womanhood against Samantha's.

"Many, many times," Samantha moaned, her forehead still pressed to Jenny's as she began humping back. "And still never enough."

"I just fucked Michael... for the very first time... last night..." the blonde panted, shivering at her clit stabbed at the doctor's. "Now we know why Kat... is always so radiant..."

"Lucky," Samantha moaned, pressing her mouth to Jenny's again and kissing her feverishly. "Gnnn, fuck me... fuck me..."

They writhed and gyrated, their pussies making wet, slippery noises that gave them both shudders of exquisite, sinful delight. As they swallowed one another's tongues, their arms were slung around each other's shoulders, their nipples poking and dueling.

Now they crushed themselves together, shrieking into each other's mouths as they shook violently, pussies pressing desperately as they came. They humped and writhed, lost in shared rapture, lips above and below mingling wetly. Finally, they collapsed against each other, trembling and spent.

Neither one attempted to move for some time, relying on the other to keep them from tipping over. Bodies were still pressed close, sticky cunts mushed together, clits kissing.

At last Jenny stirred, prompting similar movement in Samantha. They pressed their mouths together, kissing wearily. Both women were wet with sweat, even their hair damp from their exertions. The countess eventually lay back, stretching out her body and holding out her arms. A tired doctor almost flopped into them and they embraced, enjoying the naked closeness. More kissing followed, along with whispers and giggles.

"So," Jenny sighed, smiling at her new lover. "Am I in good health, doctor?"

"I'm inclined to think so," the dark-haired woman said wearily, returning the smile. "But I should recommend regular checkups, to make sure that continues to be the case. I'm sure you agree."

"Without hesitation," Jenny confirmed. "As often as you deem necessary, of course. Are you coming to the housewarming?"

"Both of them, in fact," Samantha replied. "I wouldn't miss them for the world. My husband, predictably, will be abroad, so I might bring Katie as my plus-one."

"Oh, she is a dear," Jenny mused. "Does she know about all this?"

The doctor smirked. "She's been my partner in crime about it since she was assigned to me, in fact. She's another one of my lovers, although she's intimidated by your hosts."

"Who isn't?" Jenny reasoned, making them both break into giggling, kissing a little bit more before continuing their conversation. "So have you had the opportunity to fuck the young prince yet, or Alli?"

"Not yet, although I've been Alex's GP since he was little and Alexa's since she came home," Samantha explained, pulling her damp hair out of her face and then resting her elbow on the cushion of the examination table and her cheek in her hand. "I somehow doubt Mike or Kar would mind."

"And you know about the two of them, I assume," the blonde prompted.

Samantha nodded again. "Mike and Kar had me do an absolute battery of tests and bloodwork on them, making sure that there were no congenital complications to account for when they have children. Their genetic integrity is rather frightening, really."

"Then you'll come to Versailles as well?" Jenny asked.

The doctor smiled almost dreamily. "I wouldn't miss it for the world..."

They kissed and fondled some more before slowly sliding off the table together. Sighing happily, Jenny leaned back against it, and Samantha stood close, her legs on either side of her patient's, her gooey pussy now nestling down onto Jenny's. They just stayed put, smiling, nose touching nose and whispering things to one another until there was a knock at the door and in came Katie, who stopped at the sight of the Sapphic tangle that greeted her.

"I'll go get the wet-vac..." she sighed, turning and walking out of the room, closing the door on the two giggling women.

***

A certain dorm room, Monday afternoon, 1987...

"Diiiiid you just say DeBourne has an office?" Lisa queried, sitting on her bed, her feet pressed together with her hands clasping them and bouncing her knees up and down, as was her habit. She was wearing panties and no top, her little boobs exposed, all her kinky red hair flowing around her shoulders.

"I said he claims to have an office, that's a different thing entirely," Karen replied, lying on her bed and looking at her ceiling with her hands behind her head, her lovely features creased by a frown.

"It's not the sorta thing he's likely to lie about," her roomie mused. "I'm not even certain he's capable of lying, kinda like Superman."

"Knock-knock, just us," Janet announced, opening the door and coming into the room, followed by Mona. "Y'said you had something to tell us?"

"DeBourne claims to have an office," Karen groused, still scowling at the ceiling, gesturing irritably at it with her hand. "Who thought it would be a good idea to give that... that Brobdingnagian battle mammoth an office?"

Mona and Janet both noticed that while complaining, Karen was lying on her bed in only her underwear- a lacy black bra that was doing yeoman's work holding her large breasts in her place, and a tiny set of lacy black panties that showed minimal ability to conceal her womanhood. Without a second thought, Mona stripped off her shorts and her shirt until she too was just in her underwear, and set up her little stool and easel, facing her dear friend and beginning a charcoal sketch.

"Keep goin', Princess," she encouraged, always happy to draw Karen's magnificent body. "Lemme see and feel what you're feelin'."

"Guess I'll settle in too," Janet sighed, stripping off her jeans and shirt as well, settling down in the chair near Lisa's desk, now in her bra and panties. "Sounds like we're in for a good one. So, Kar, Mongo got an office before you did?"

"That's what he claims, yes," Karen almost snapped, sounding indignant. "Where is the justice in that?"

"Oh, I dunno, he did make a discovery that's rockin' the entire scientific community worldwide," Janet needled, enjoying herself while Lisa winced. "And I got the sticky strings across my face to prove it, you remember."

This prompted Karen to sit up and get off her bed, walking across the room to where Janet was sitting and smirking, seemingly unperturbed. The tall, bronze-haired goddess stood in front of her friend, bent over at the waist, her hands on her hips, and looking Janet in the eye. Underwear showdowns like this were relatively common these days among the four friends.

"I feel compelled to point out that if I hadn't sabotaged his work on that thesis, he never would have put it back together, even better than before," Karen announced. "He has even admitted that."

"So because you sabotaged the project, you're responsible for this massive leap forward in Colossal Yowie Manifolds, and you deserve the office, is that it?" Janet asked, still smiling, her brown eyes glinting with amusement. She kissed the tip of Karen's nose. Mona had turned and was eagerly sketching Karen's magnificently presented ass, a mere three feet away.

Karen sighed and stood up, clearly garnering no sympathy for her cause in this crowd. Maybe if she had a Louisville Slugger between her legs like DeBourne did...

"Well, he's gotta show you, right?" Lisa reasoned. "He told you to come to his office, so there must be one. Unless he killed and ate one of your profs and is holed up in theirs, which isn't totally beyond impossible."

"He's gobbled up Remington and me in one go, so I know he's good for eating people," Mona said, making Lisa and Janet snicker while Karen rolled her eyes. "Girls, anyway."

"Very well, let us just assume for the sake of argument that he does indeed have an actual, physical office," Karen sighed, going back to her bed and setting down on the edge of it, leaning back on her hands and crossing one leg over the other, letting Mona continue her figure study. "Let us move on to the fact that this is completely unfair, how he has one and I do not."

"Why don't you just get daddykins to buy an office building for you, and then you can have all the offices you want?" Janet teased.

"I have my own office back home in my bedroom suite, you may all choose to recollect," Karen said rather dryly, giving Janet a look. "And it's not about having any old office, it's the principle of the thing. That lummox somehow merited an office before I did. The faculty all love and are terrified of me, and he drives most of them crazy."

"Not gonna lie, pretty sure they're at least as scared of him as they are of you, Kar," Lisa pointed out, making Mona snicker.

"Well, what do I have to do to draw parity?" Karen almost demanded, flinging a graceful arm at the closed door to indicate the campus and world beyond. "Kill and eat a professor? Breathe fire on a village and fly off with all its virgins?"

"Pretty sure you and I are the only two girls left on campus who haven't slept with him, actually," Lisa answered with a shrug, making Janet burst out laughing. "I saw four gals from Health Sciences come outta his room last Friday, one of whom was a substitute teacher. And three girls from the Skule a few days before that."

"Those engineer girls really know how to party," Mona agreed, still drawing.

"Well, I stand by my statement that this is a wrong business," Karen grumbled, letting her chest rise and fall with her sigh for Mona's benefit. "And if the faculty was here right now, they would feel very chastised."

"Don't worry, Princess; one day, you'll have your own big office in the Sciences buildings, with secretaries and everything. As for DeBourne's office, well... bring us along and we'll try to drive him crazy for you," Janet suggested. "We're good at that."

"That might work," Karen mused, nodding. "Very well, consider yourselves invited to come and see this so-called 'office' of DeBourne's."

The girls all cheered and clapped.

Mona's figure sketches she'd drawn that day would sit in a frame on the wall of Karen's boudoir for many years to come.

***

A locker room, St. George Campus, Monday afternoon, the present...

"That was a great practice," Laura gushed, laughing as she piled into the room with a bunch of other theatre students. They all began changing out of their clothes. There were a few other girls present, but they just stayed out of the way, mostly ignoring the loud, boisterous conversation. "I think we're gonna nail the musical performances next month for Showcase."

"Yeah, that's true, but we'd be even better if someone would break down and join us, at least for Brigadoon!" called out a girl named Emma, looking at another person standing nearby while the girls she'd come in with all laughed.

"Hey, we've been over this, ladies," replied Alexa, who had just returned from a run and was now changing out of her exercise clothes. Her shapely back and amazing ass were facing the girls, but she turned her head to look at them. "This year is kinda full for me, that's all. I've no doubt got pending court dates through the summer and fall at the very least. It wouldn't be fair to join the productions and then have to flake out because I'm downtown at Old City Hall most of the time, would it?"

"We know, we know," said Emma, pulling her own shirt off. "And we all get it, we're in your corner."

"When we're not being jealous of those knockers of yours," teased a third girl. "Seriously, Lexi, I could just roll around in your tits all day, and I'm not even attracted to girls."

"Thanks, they do get me into their fair share of trouble," Alexa replied with a wink back at them.

"And you dress so modestly, too," said Laura, naked by this time while she changed back into her daily clothes. "Stylish, yeah, but modest, I guess. That figure of yours is hard to hide, mind. You could dress a lot more immodestly, the dress code allows for it. And you strike me as a free and easy kinda girl. So why don't you?"

Alexa was hooking her bra on, her back still to them. "Truth?"

"Well, yeah," Laura said.

Alexa turned to look at them, since it was polite to converse. "I wish I could dress a lot more sexy than I do."

"Is it because your sis and your brother-in-law are two of the dominant profs on campus?" asked another girl. "Because we all wish they'd dress more immodestly too. Especially your brother-in-law."

There was laughter and general agreement, while Alexa snickered. "That isn't it, no. I just am playing it safe, you know?"

"Safe for what?" Emma asked, slinging on her sports bra.

"Well, Alex and I are glad you guys're behind us, for sure," Alexa explained, standing there in her bra and rather revealing panties as if it was nothing. "But lots of people aren't, and they'll take every opportunity to make us look bad. Yes, I could dress far more sexy that I do, but then people will be taking pictures, and there'll be some sorta narrative started that I'm an immoral, degenerate slut who shows off her body and will have sex with anyone. And it'll convince just enough people to make the court case about the law we want changed difficult."

"But lots of girls dress way more liberally or... or even slutty than you do on campus, Lexi," protested a girl. "How's that fair?"

"They're not being targeted, it's as simple as that," Alexa said with a shrug as she began pulling on her jeans. They were snug and fit her curves right- hanging low on her hips with some fashionable tears in the material- but they weren't 'slutty' or revealing. "When this case is over and the law is changed, allowing me to marry Alex, I'll dress however I like. I just don't wanna do anything to jeopardize that beforehand. So I'm being good, if you will."

"Okay, I guess that makes sense," allowed Emma, wiggling into her own jeans. "So not only will you have time for the theatre group when this is over, but you'll be able to dress much more how you want? I'm kinda lookin' forward to that."

"Pretty sure lots of people are, actually, especially Alex," Alexa said as she finished pulling her white t-shirt over her head that had the word 'Teaser' printed on it in a gold glitter font. The girls all laughed and catcalled as Alexa shimmied her large chest at them.