My Only Talent Ch. 16

Oiler chimed in."Robbie introduced me to my girlfriend, Gretchen. Best thing anyone ever did for me, too!" Oiler got a dreamy look in his eyes. He did have it bad for Gretchen.

I laughed, "She is gorgeous. I'd like to date her too, Ivor, but I'm much too short for her!"

I decided to ask Ivor, "If you meant to give me those pit passes, is it okay if I give one to Oiler?

Ivor shook his head and said "No" and Oiler looked his dog just died, but Ivor continued, "The ones I gave you are only good for time trials on Saturday. Oiler will have to have his own that covers race day, too, if he is going to be any bloody use helping me monitor engines. I'm split three ways and I need an assistant!" He laughed.

"Plus if someone wants to take a swing at me, maybe Oiler being almost twenty hands high and almost twenty stone will make 'em think fookin' twice about it!"

Oiler almost fainted.

"But wait a minute!" Ivor said, "Just how tall is this Gretchen?"

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Meanwhile, back at the campus, Suzanne spotted Strelsa and waved. Strelsa had called last night and insisted that Suzanne meet her for lunch today. They both had crowded schedules, so they met on the windy and cool East Mall, roughly equidistant to their respective department building, where they could get a quick lunch from the food vendor carts and talk. They both got a hot eggroll and a bottle of water and sat close together, sharing the only spot left on a bench in the sun.

Strelsa looked very nervous. "I am sorry to take up your time, Suzanne, but I have a problem. Nora says you are a good and trustworthy person so I am going to ask you for help."

Suzanne tried to look encouraging, rather than showing the puzzlement she felt.

"I will get right to the point. I am afraid I am not making Günter happy!"

Suzanne paused. "He seems pretty happy to me. He told Robbie he truly loved you!"

A little tear trickled out of the cornet of her eye, and she sniffed. "I know he does, and I love him with all my heart, but I am not giving him what he needs, in, in, bed!" Her face turned hard and cold and she looked at Suzanne apprehensively.

Suzanne tried to look sympathetic. "The Seven Year Itch, huh?"

Strelsa looked incredulous. "I love that old movie. I watched on Classic Movie Channel two weeks ago when Günter was out of town for rowing meet! I guess that really is the problem!" Then her face fell. "But we have only been married a year!" and she began to cry actively, and their bench mates tried not to stare.

Suzanne put an arm around Strelsa and let her vent a moment.

After a few more sobs and sniffles, she spoke again. "Günter has fantasies!"

Suzanne was not surprised, based on the way he had been starting at her at dinner. But she also had seen how Strelsa looked at Robbie. "Don't you?"

"Yes, and we even talk to each other about them. It gets us excited, you know?"

"Yes, isn't that good! Open communication is always good."

"But I think he really wants to do it!"

"What did he tell you?"

"Nothing! He doesn't want to hurt my feelings! But I know what makes him crazy when I whisper it to him in bed to get him hot!"

"What?"

"What they all want! Two women at once! And since he won't say it I have to ask you do it for him because I want him to be happy!" She broke down completely, dropping her egg roll in the grass.

Suzanne's first thought was that it would soon be squirrels versus crows versus seagulls in the contest to scavenge that thing, as the ants would be too slow. Günter probably did want to have just one time what Robbie was getting most every weekend. And she could tell Strelsa from personal experience that it wasn't the end of the world, it wasn't even half bad, and in fact it got Suzanne really hot, too. And being with Lara, wonderful Lara, well, that's ....another subject entirely. She wondered if sweet and proper little Strelsa wanted two guys at once the way Suzanne did. Well, daddy would say this sticky wicket is just the kind of training exercise she needs to further her diplomatic career, which was not her goal But he would also say stall for time to think, even if you just argue about the shape of the negotiation table for a while.

"Let me think about it, Strelsa. I will have to talk to Robbie, too. "

"But you are not married!"

"No. but we are totally honest with each other about everything, including sex!"

"Then I have to tell you one more thing, and maybe warn you about something. Günter is, I mean he is hard to satisfy!"

"You mean, he takes a long time to come?"

"Sometimes, and sometimes he is very quick to shoot. But what I meant is, he is large, down there."

"You mean he has a big cock?"

"Well, I have only been with him, but I have looked up the statistics. Günter is about 4 sigma above the mean. It seems big to me."

Strelsa sniffed and looked puzzled, then said "I have to get back for office hours for the class I grade papers for. Please let me know what you can do?" Please help me make Günter happy!"

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Lunch completed, my tour group walked into the stadium proper and the rest of the group went into the athletic complex and then to the football offices and locker rooms. I made my afternoon classes, stomach growling right on the two hour mark, picked up the exam review sheets, and then dropped off my stuff at the dorm and walked over to West Campus to fraternity row and the UDP port early to check on the preparations for the combined dinner with the three tour groups.

Most of the UDP members and pledges were still on campus. I walked back to the dining room and found the house mother and the kitchen staff finishing up the decorations, which weren't extensive. Just some F1 posters, some Longhorn football posters, and some fall leaves. The head cook was a tall young woman name Valerie, who loved to cook and loved to see the UDP boys enjoy it, and she had done herself proud. There was going to be lots of 'southern cooking' on display: fried chicken, corn on the cob, green beans with bacon, and collard greens in bacon fat, and for the vegan EU crowd there would be green serving dishes of beans, rice, black eyed peas, three different tofu dishes, desserts, and lots of other stuff I couldn't even name.

Valerie asked if I would please agree to taste everything now. She didn't want to ruin my appetite for dinner later, but she would feel more comfortable if I tried everything now! She might have expected the hug, but I think the kiss surprised her a little bit. The rest of the kitchen staff whistle and jeered, and she got a big grin on her face.

She walked me back to the kitchen and showed me how things were being prepared. That's when she heard my stomach growl. She chuckled, and fried up a chicken breast for me while I watched. I was spellbound. While the chicken cooled on the paper towel, she added an ear of corn, some greens, some black eyes peas, and a slice of pecan pie. Pretty nice little snack! It was so good I almost swooned. She was enjoying me enjoy her food. I pronounced everything fit for duty, and talked her out of another piece of pie. I felt very good and very comfortable. I had found perhaps the ideal afternoon snack to feed my growing needs.

I took a quick nap on one of the couches in the room with the pool table, feeling full and at peace for the first time in days. My stomach woke me in about an hour, already asking about my plan for dinner. I washed my face off, brushed my hair back with my hand, and joined to informal reception line as the first arrivals found their way to the dining room. The engineering group arrived first, with Ivor's booming voice telling jokes as they walked through the door. Professor Lillehammer took a look around and appeared pleased with the arrangements, and joined the serving line with everyone else. The golf group was next to arrive, with smiles all around. Two of the ESU alum pros from the senior tour had joined them for dinner, too, along with two guys on the current tour. I never realized how many Europeans followed golf. Suzanne came in from campus about that time and was soon surrounded by males asking her out. She smiled and deflected. When she saw me I got a little Suzie signal blip, just for me. It made my day.

Finally the culture group trooped in. I had not looked at the final lists of group members, so was surprised to see Abelard Peters walking in, grinning from ear to ear. Right behind him was Peggy, smiling as widely as I had ever seen her. She spotted me and walked right over to me. When she got about three feet away she bounced up and down like a little girl that just got a pony for her birthday. But Peggy was not a little girl, by any means, and when she bounced, male eyeballs clicked all over the room. Having so subtly gotten everyone's attention, she proceeded to hug me and give me showy kisses on the cheek, with her other, larger cheeks still visibly shaking. As Peggy began to gush to me about her group and the people she met, I made eye contact with Suzanne across the room. She gave me the exact some look my Mom used to give me when I literally got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. But there was still a little Suzie beaming toward me, but it had a raspy overtone to it.

After Peggy's update, she joined the line with her group, and Suzanne promptly strutted over to me. She took my arm, smiled warmly for everyone's benefit but mine, and spoke lowly in my ear, while digging her fingers into the inside of my elbow.

"My my, my Animal! I see you really do understand what I was talking about when I said sometimes you just want to rub up against something new and novel and big and meaty and bouncy, eh? Watching it move around when you play with it, feel it pounding up against you? Maybe get a little thrill out of kissing it? Tonguing it? Making it get excited? Making it juicy? You really do know what I mean, don't you? Such a perceptive and open minded man!"

Oh shit. Smart girls.

My stomach demanded that I go through the line again and I lost myself in the mechanical task of chewing and swallowing. Oiler came by, talking excitedly about his chance to work with Ivor. Esmeralda had already been offered a summer research assistant gig at the University of Surrey, which would look incredibly good on her resume', whatever path she decide to pursue later. Peggy approached again, gushing about her job offer at a museum in the UK. She would take 18 hours next semester so she could finish her degree and take the job in May. She was going to have lunch with Abelard Peters tomorrow to discuss the details.

Finally I had my second piece of pie, and the event wound down. I knew I soon would have to face Suzanne, but even I was able to predict that it would not be a good time to talk to her about Günter's request for a two male threesome for Strelsa. She was talking to Esmerelda and Cisco, sitting as far across the room from me as possible. Oh woe is me! Finally they were about to turn out the lights, and the party was really over. She looked reluctantly at me, and then walked over. I stood and offered her my arm. She took it, without looking at me, and we started walking back toward campus.

When we got out of earshot of everyone else, she said "We need to talk!" Generally speaking, those are the worst four words ever to come out of a female mouth. I waited her out. This is one conversation I was not going to initiate. It took almost a whole block.

"Robbie, I had an interesting lunch today, with Strelsa!"

Uh Oh. I didn't see that coming.

"She asked me to do something for her, and I need to talk to you about it."

"Now that's funny. I saw Günter at lunch today, and he asked for something for her, too!"

"What the he want?"

"What did she want?

"You first."

"No, you first!"

She sighed like I was her kid brother and she was waiting patiently for me to finally grow up. I broke the silence by laughing.

"Do you want to do rock, paper, scissors; or just both say it the same time?

She finally laughed. I felt a little better, but just a little.

"Both at the same time" She said. "Three, two, one!"

"She wants him to have a threesome with two women! You and her!"

"He wants her to have a threesome with two men!" You and him!"

She looked as shocked as I felt. She got a brief and weird smile on her face, and then put on her negotiator's poker face. Uh oh. "Well there's a certain goofy symmetry there, I suppose."

By that time we had reached her car. We gave each other a perfunctory kiss, and agreed to talk some more later. I went back to the dorm, stopping at the Wendy's hamburgers on the bottom floor before it closed. Then I went to bed.

Wednesday morning, I woke to my growling stomach, well before the alarm went off. I ate even more breakfast than normal, and bought two ClifBars at the in house convenience store. I went through my classes in a fog; awoken only by an unusual email, from a university address that I had never seen before. It looked like an official university email, on one their email 'letterheads' from the department of economics summoning me to a meeting about a 'potential honor code violation', said meeting to be held at a professor's office at 5 PM this afternoon. The professor's name was not familiar to me, but the office address was on the same floor as Suzanne's little TA office. What was going on?

I changed into my running clothes and met Suzanne in front of the building, and we headed toward the Four Seasons. I asked about the email, and she looked surprised, too.

'That sounds like the email they send when they want a student to take a test over because they think they cheated, or had someone else take it for them. You haven't done anything like that, have you?"

"No, and I have never even taken a course in that department, either. What do you know about that professor?"

"Other than where his office is, and that he specializes in South American economies, not much. Come to think of it, I thought he was actually teaching in South America this semester. I didn't even know he was even here."

We made it to the Four Seasons, and had mostly the same group, with a little turnover. We went clockwise this time, but without incident. Ivor told ribald jokes constantly, and reminded me to come to the pits for Saturday time trials. When we got back to her office, Suzanne said she would come to my 'hearing' at 5 to provide 'moral support'. Oh Joy. Then I realized the real import of the scheduled meeting. I normally went to the dining hall when it opened on the stroke of 5 and then ate urgently! If this meeting dragged on, I might collapse from hunger, or be held in contempt for my growling stomach.

At 5 minutes to 5, I showed up outside the office, and Suzanne was already sitting on a bench outside the office specified in the letter. She smiled, and gave me a ClifBar. Emergency rations, and well timed. I scarfed it down to quiet my stomach.

A woman walked up to the office, carrying a clipboard, and looked expectantly at us. "Ms. Pliskin?" she asked?

"Yes?"

"Follow me please." She led Suzanne through the office door, leaving me stranded in the hall. About five minutes later she emerged, looked at her clipboard again, and said, "Mr. Roberts?"

She opened the door, indicating that I should go in ahead of her. When I did, she smiled, then tried not to, and handed me a piece of paper and then went back out, noisily locking the door behind her. What was going on?

I looked into the room. Suzanne looked at me, and said, "Read the ruling, Robbie!"

I looked down at the paper, reading quickly. It was full of legalese, but it basically said that I had made promises to a student, telling her that I loved her, and telling her I wanted to worship her, and then I had not performed on those promises, thereby constituting a violation of the university honor code. I looked up at Suzanne to ask what the hell was going on, but she was not there, but there was an open door to a little office. I looked inside.

Suzanne was naked, her clothes in the chair. Her hands were tied together at the wrists with a scarf that was then looped over a coat rack on the wall, essentially holding her arms helpless above her head. Her legs were spread wide and she was bent over at the waist, even more exposed. Her ass and legs were a vision of absolute loveliness. I looked up at her. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at me, with eyes wide, and then glanced briefly down and her beautiful butt, and then looked back at me and put her tongue up against her top teeth. My reaction was very predictable.

But I steeled my will to make her wait, at least for a few moments. My cock had already steeled itself. I walked around to her left side, appraising her like she was a horse for sale. Her eyes followed mine, her expression confident, as if she knew she was the best horse available. She surely was, and I wanted a ride.

I walked back to her right, and bent down like a golfer checking the line for a put, looking pointedly at her body and making noises like I was deciding whether to bid or not. Again her eyes followed and her tongue teased. She knew I wanted it. I pulled up the chair from the desk in the room, and sat down in it right behind her, letting my warm breath drift onto the back of her thighs. I forgot about my hunger, or at least focused on another hunger. I began gently kissing her legs, down low, and leisurely working my way up her calves to her thighs. Then I ventured into that magic transition zone between top of leg and bottom of buttock, and then up high on her taught and lovely butt. I began the process again down low with my tongue, leaving a little trail of saliva. She began to gasp. By the time I was licking up high between her butt checks, I could smell her glorious wetness as it formed.

I lost myself in her, and suddenly put the tip of my tongue on her little rosebud. She drew a sharp breath and moaned softly. She relaxed even more, resting almost all the weight on her arms and the coat hook, and spreading her legs even wider. I explored like an anteater, trying to taste it all at once. She gasped again. The altar was pink and lovely, and I worshipped at it fervently. When she was fully wet, I stood up and entered her pussy, tuned into her Suzie, and dedicated myself to making her come. With our new connection I could sense her need, and was overjoyed that she needed me. I felt I could plug right into her feeling and pleasure her almost directly. This was where I belonged. Zen zone for me. I felt her orgasm coming much sooner than I had before. I stroked her even harder and deeper and was rewarded with her lovely sex clamping down on my happy cock, and one of her beautiful orgasms, signaled by a cute little sneeze. I pulled out and plunged into her ass. She was shocked, and surprised, but not unhappily so. She was tight and boiling hot, and I loved it. Soon she came again, and I felt it almost perfectly through the Suzie connection.

Newly inspired, I got back on my knees and started licking the back of her pussy again. She liked it, but she wanted more penetration. I teased her, moving my mouth to her ass. She spread her legs even further and pushed her ass up into my face. Another orgasm. She shook. Finally I entered her ass again and pounded her. She was finally getting the penetration I knew she craved. When I was almost ready to come, I pulled out of her, lifted her arms over the coat hook, and then pulled up on them, forcing her to her knees. I entered her mouth and used the scarf and her hair to hold her head fast while I fucked it. Just as I came I pushed up on tiptoes and burst like an exploding shell into her mouth. I felt her, knew that she wanted it, she liked it, and she loved it. So did I.

I unwrapped the scarf from around her arms and pulled her onto me, lying on my back on the floor and cradling her in my arms. We shook and cried together. And then my stomach growled, and she giggled. She turned and lay on her back resting on her elbows with her knees apart and up, grabbing the back of my beck and deftly moving my mouth back to her pussy, which I could not resist kissing. She sat back on one elbow, using the other hand to reinforce my head motions and influence their direction.