Then Alyssa took me to Jodi and James' house, and we found those weird books. Just carrying them in my lap made me feel off. Why would anyone want to buy such a thing? They were dark, in bad condition, pretty much everything about them said, "please deposit in the nearest dumpster." Though we'd found stranger shit in taking care of our clients. That was weird too, for all the help that Jeremiah and Alyssa's practice did with couples, many of their root problems had to do with weird shit in their lives.
I was drying off, when I recalled what happened when we got to the mansion. I heard most of it from Carmen, she was really a mess. Apparently Zac had gone into full incubus mode, and drove Maria and Leah crazy with lust. Which put Carmen on edge. She was always able to make a weird situation a bit lighter, though.
"It reminded me of babysitting your ass," she laughed, "God you and Kelly couldn't keep your hands out of each others quims for a week! How did I ever survive."
I had smiled at her, "By succumbing to our evil ways," I laughed, and leaned to kiss her, remembering how we had become part of our crazy circle family.
I let my thoughts wander as I jumped on my training bike in the gym, zoning out as I put in the miles I needed. I changed my mind, and didn't want to ride on the roads, I'd just put my miles in looking out the window across our wooded property. I needed to do twenty-five miles today, which was pretty light after the fifty miles I put in yesterday circling the city limits twice.
I recalled yesterday afternoon, when Kelly took Zac to Jeremiah's office, Carmen took me down to the dungeon. She was still a bit on edge, and I was a bit tired from my training day. She warmed me up on the spanking bench with a heavy flogger, which helped release some tightness in my thighs. We weren't much into playing D/s games, and just gave up on the hard stuff, and enjoyed each other's bodies. She told me about how sexy Leah was, and how hard Jeremiah had fucked her.
Yeah, well yesterday was weird.
By the end of the day though, things had stabilized. Jeremiah passed out stone pendants, saying, "Just in case," handing me a pretty green stone, that pulsed in a red web as I walked past Zac's room on the way upstairs.
"Probably texting Beth," I thought to myself, glad to be holding the stone, because I really didn't want to have sexual thoughts about him. Zac was as close to my child as anyone. Well except for Naomi.
Okay, that was weird too! Alyssa had said Naomi was already showing some signs of being telepathic. That brown haired bundle of joy was too much, always smiling and laughing. This coming weekend was my time to be with her and Alyssa, and I looked forward to it.
Which brings to me my track work. Jog 300 meters then sprint 100, at the high school track. They opened up the track to the public during school hours, as it was on the far side of the student parking lot. The track team took it over after school, so I planned my training during the first part of the day. I'd be done working out and cooling down by the time the lunch bell rang.
I flipped through the training programs on my watch, as I jogged an easy warm-up lap. Noticing the time, near the end of third period, I'd have about an hour before fourth period ended and lunch began. More than enough time to get through my sprints, cool-down, stretch and get to my car before the roads filled with teenage drivers.
I selected the sprint-training program I'd developed on my computer last night. I had uploaded it to my watch via bluetooth while my watch was charging in it's base. I would finish this lap, then start the timer. Then I'd be a slave to the beeper, slowing down and speeding up at its command. I smiled at the thought of being a slave to an electronic device, that pretty much described my nature, being a slave to someone was just what I did.
The track was laid out so that I'd be looking towards the student parking lot on one turn, then a straight away that pointed towards the faculty parking area, then the track would curve and I'd be looking towards a neighborhood, then the last straight leg I'd have a nice view of the empty tennis courts.
Track work was boring, but I would be pressing on the speed leg along the back stretch, so the boring tennis courts wouldn't be my view for long. I hit the button at the end of the stretch, and sped up to a fast pace, not a sprint, still too early for that. I raced to the beginning of the curve, right when the beeper went off.
"Good, right on my expected paces," I thought to myself.
I slowed to cruising speed, and looked through the cars in the student lot. There was Isaac's car, parked along the edge of the track. He had run late again, probably, parking the furthest away from where he needed to be. He thrived on the feeling of getting there just in time, I figured.
I eased my pace as I hit the long straightaway, I felt like I had taken that turn a bit too fast. As I coasted, I saw a blonde teacher leave the building and walk through the start of the faculty lot. It wasn't a shock, teacher's schedules were a bit different than students. What struck me is that I hadn't seen her before. I was a creature of habit, and my track days usually fell on Tuesdays.
She was pretty, and I enjoyed watching her as I cruised. She had on a white blouse, that was untucked in the back, her form fitting skirt was askew at the waist. But beyond that, she was well put together. Her posture and pace showed a certain grace and confidence. She looked distracted as she stopped between two the cars, looking around as if she had forgotten which was hers.
I turned the corner and focused on the starting line of the back stretch, pushing the thoughts of the pretty blonde teacher from my mind. I hit the mark right when the beeper blared and accelerated out of the turn. I grinned, knowing that I was hitting my paces right as planned, and pressed a bit harder until I felt the burn in my hamstrings. The beeper blared again right as I hit the end line, and started to coast.
Only ten more, I thought to myself, swinging along the curve, and again spotting Zac's Honda. I wondered if he'd want to go somewhere for lunch. My morning always seemed to evaporate in the late part of my training schedule, two weeks until I'd taper, then two week until the race. My work day was light though, I had a couple massage appointments after lunch, but the first wasn't until one-thirty. I could treat Zac to a nice meal. He was so stressed yesterday afternoon.
I took the corner and coasted into the long straightaway. Weird, the blonde was still standing in the same place where she had paused when I started my last lap. She wasn't looking at the cars, she was just dazed, it seemed. Wait, what is she doing?
She had stopped between two cars, and put her bag down. The small space she had fit between was right down my sightline running the track. As I got closer it was apparent, she was leaning her back against one car, with one hand cupping her breast. Her mouth was open and her other hand was slid under her waistband.
Was she fucking masturbating, in the teacher's parking lot?
I made the turn, my head twisting to make sure I was seeing correctly. The beeper blared, "Fuck," I thought, "I'm behind," I sprinted to the start line then hit it hard down the first hundred meters, I was only a few feet behind when the beeper blared ending my sprint. I coasted, and tried to keep a stronger pace through the turn to make up time. My thoughts returned to the teacher, and my head craned past the student parking lot to fix on her.
"Fuck," I thought, "she IS masturbating!"
Her head was now resting on the car behind her, her hand wasn't just cupping, it was now gripping her firm breast through her shirt. She had hitched her skirt up her hand working between her thighs. The black band of her thigh high stockings a stark line against her firm pale thigh. She wasn't aware of anyone around her, caught in whatever fantasy was running through her head. I watched captivated.
*beep, beep, beep*
"Fuck!" I was barely at the beginning of the turn, I cursed under my breath and sprinted, 200 meters, the beeper blaring my failure ten meters before the start of the tennis court turn. I ran through the back stretch, and a bit down the straight away. Now my breathing was shit, thanks to the faster paces I'd just run. I'd have to be very careful to get back on track. I focused on Zac's car until I was past it, then swung my head past the blonde teacher fucking herself, and focused on the car at the end of the row.
I couldn't see her, and my long sprint had my breaths echoing in my ears. "Breathing too hard," I thought to myself, I shouldn't be like this with eight reps left.
I heard her, moaning, pleading, "Fuck, so close, godineedtocum"
I shook my head, no time for distractions. I turned past her, my faster pace was harder to hold, but I hit the line back on time, and hit my sprint pace. I checked my watch halfway down the stretch, and then pushed hard to hit the line on time.
I continued that strategy for the next few repetitions, and gradually my breathing returned to normal as I relaxed into my workout. The sprints were hard, harder than I expected, but I felt my body respond, and I was recovering nicely during my jogging stretches. I cruised into the stretch along the student parking, with two laps remaining.
The teacher was straightening out her clothes, and opening up the back door of her car, to toss in her bag. I hope she had a nice little orgasm, I smiled to myself. I wasn't angry, or worried. She was well hidden, except for me, and who didn't need to rub one out every once in awhile? She opened the driver's door, then turned to slide in. She saw me, paused, and stood back up.
"What the hell is she looking at?" I wondered, and turned my gaze back to the corner, and hit the accelerator, I'd slowed down again, playing tourist. The alarm in the middle of the curve scolded me for my distraction, but I sprinted and kicked that reps ass, hitting the finish line two paces before the alarm went off again.
I smirked to myself, and cruised to a brisk jog as I turned for my last resting straight away. Then I saw her, she was standing on the edge of the track, and was watching me.
Fuck! Why?
I focused at the track a few feet ahead of my place, concentrating on the end of my training run. I ignored her as I swept past on the inner lane, and started to speed up. This last pace was crazy fast, I'd need to hit the line perfect to have a chance. I timed it right and was at my kick speed when the bell went off at the line. I pressed hard, my arms leading my legs as I raced hard to the finish, and threw my arms up at the end of the line, a heartbeat before the buzzer went off.
"Yes!" I celebrated, "Killed it, going to make a PR my next race, maybe even get on the platform for my age division."
Then as I coasted to a brisk walk, I saw that pencil skirt was walking down the track towards me. What did she want with me? Why would she want to walk in those heels on this dusty track.
I slowed down to my cooldown walking pace, and smiled at her, "It's probably nothing," I thought.
"Hello," she said, blushing, "I noticed you were running."
"Yeah," I said, in a gasp, still catching my breath, "I run here... every Tuesday."
"Well," she started, her smile was cute. She was a few inches or so taller than me in her stilettos, and she turned to walk with me, "You seem very fast, are you training?" she asked as I passed her.
"Sorry," I said, "I need to walk at this pace to cool down," I swung around to walk backwards to explain, "I'll be back around in a minute or two."
"Okay," she smiled, "I can wait, you do what you need to do."
I waved and turned back around, walking off the stiffness in my muscles from the anaerobic sprint I'd just finished. I smiled, thinking, "I guess you just did what you needed to do," and ended up laughing as I walked towards the tennis courts.
She was as good as her word, waiting at the end of the stretch, I slowed down and then squatted, stretching my muscles and looking up at her.
"Can I help you with something?" I asked, curious why she was waiting around. If I were in her place, I'd have made a much quicker exit.
"Well," she started, "I'm kind of embarrassed,"
"Don't be," I said, meaning it, "Just tell me what is on your mind."
Working with Alyssa for so many years, I found it better to be direct.
"Well, did you happen to see me..." she couldn't bring herself to say it aloud.
"Masturbating?" I asked, and smiled as she turned pale and blushed at the same time, "Yeah, I saw. Looked like you were having a moment. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
She breathed a sigh of relief, "Really?" she said, "I mean I'm a teacher, I shouldn't have done that on school grounds. I was just in a weird place. You know."
I smiled, "I've been in a lot of weird places myself," I said, "I'm not going to rat you out. Was it good?"
She blushed as she looked directly down at me, "Never as good as I think it will be."
I stood up and stretched, not able to suppress my smile, "That's too bad," she did have pretty blue eyes too, "You should find someone that makes it better than you think it will be."
She grinned, then backed away, waving at me, "I hope your work out was better than you expected, then. Maybe we'll see each other again."
"It was," I said, "And I hope so, what's your name?"
Was I flirting with this girl?
"Megan, Megan Little," she said, "And you?"
"Lexi," I said, "short for Alexis."
"That's a weird last name," she laughed, then walked to her car.
My real last name was Jackson, I'd had it officially changed when I changed residency before Zac was born. It was rather easy to do, as I was an orphan, I didn't have any family besides Jeremiah. So I made it official. I didn't use it a lot, to protect the family, but it was something I enjoyed. Sharing a last name with the man I loved, even if he was married to my best friend.
I sat on the grass between the track and the parking lot, and stretched. The bell had rang ending fourth period while we were talking, and I could feel the presence of teenagers walking to their cars. I ignored them, my imagination wondering what noises Megan with her stocking calves wrapped around my shoulders. She was a sexy young thing, and I liked my fantasies too.
When I remembered I wanted to take Zac to lunch, I turned back towards the student's lot. His car was gone, I'd missed him. I shrugged, and headed to my BWM. It was a beautiful day, I would drive to work with the top down, and shower and change at our office building. At least I didn't have to wear a dress today. Being a physical therapist meant my uniform was athletic gear. By the time I was at the office, I had thought of Megan in various positions. She was a sexy young thing.
Past: Jenn
What the fuck?!
Jeremiah was loaded, like beyond what I expected. I figured he had some coin, riding in his... I mean our... really cool motor coach.
By the time I'd finished signing the papers, and Tommy handing me a checkbook for my brand new checking account, I was near tears. I felt joy, a huge feeling of unworthiness, a bit of guilt and shame. Hell, a week and a half ago, I was willing to trade my body and soul for a life of sexual slavery to uncaring sadists. Now I was cared for, and loved, by the sweetest man. My sisters took care of me, and loved me for who I was.
And now I was rich! What did I do to deserve this?
Thomas, sorry, Tommy was a wonderful older man, very kind. He was patient as he explained it all to me. He reminded me that Jeremiah wanted to make sure I was cared for in the event he met an untimely end. Jeremiah had said he felt responsible for me, and like Alyssa, Lexi, and Carmen, he would make sure all my needs were met, as long as he could.
Kelly hit the lottery that night in the dorm, that's for sure.
All those thoughts were buzzing through my head as I walked next to Alyssa down to the boat dock. Lexi and I had drawn that chore, yesterday, cleaning up the boat from the inside out. She had hung over the side in her climbing gear, putting on a fresh coat of paint down to the water line all day yesterday. I had aired out all the canvas covers and mopped the decks fore and aft. I enjoyed the work, it reminded me of the chores in the home I grew up in. I never had a close foster family like Lexi, I was never chosen to be adopted, always in a state home.
I smiled again, thanking whoever for the blind luck I had in having fallen into this family. I never wanted to leave. Even their thoughts were full of positivity, something I was trying to practice more and more. Alyssa was a good mother hen, always checking in with me, seeing how I was doing.
It was a day to day thing with these tattoos though. One wrong slip at I'd be aroused. Jeremiah, whatever he could do, was a big help. I was learning some semblance of self-control. Usually. So long as Kelly wasn't near. That was the problem, she and I couldn't be near each other in many circumstances.
All that would need to happen is a brush over one of my tattoos. The ones at my breasts seemed to be placed so that adjusting my bra strap would send a pulse of arousal through my nerves. The others weren't as bad, I'd have to press hard against something with my pelvis to get my flower going. The ass-tat wasn't bad, just every few days I'd feel a hunger for some hard pounding, something rougher. It was those damned stars.
I'd be talking with Kelly, like on the sofa or something. I'd pull my bra strap up off my shoulder, and wham. My nipple would harden like a rock. Kelly would feel that, and she'd pulse, or whatever she does. That would set off my other tattoo and my core would liquify. Then I lean into her, she smelled better than anything, and I'd inhale. She'd pulse again, and the next thing you know we'd be lip-locked and struggling out of our clothes. Which, again, made everything worse.
No matter how much Jeremiah adjusted either of us, we would at some point hit that feedback loop and be gone for thirty minutes of pure unadulterated bliss. Most times drawing in either Lexi or Carmen. Sometimes Alyssa, and if the stars aligned, Jeremiah would hammer me hard.
"God that man could fuck," I thought to myself.
"Focus," came Alyssa's mind, and I nodded. Trying to think of anything except his hard throbbing manhood pounding into my tight ass.
See what I mean?
Anyway, I made it to the boat okay. Jeremiah had taken the time before Tommy had arrived to push my self-control to maximum strength. I felt like a prude now, any thought of sex would be beaten back by this army of control. Which was good, because the last thing Tommy needed to see of Jeremiah's newest benefactor was her bent over the side of the boat, begging for one more good hard reaming.
"Fuck," I thought to myself, "This is going to be a rough day."
"Focus," came the ever present Alyssa alarm.
"Fuck her," I thought, and cycled through another quick daydream featuring our mother hen with me wearing a strap on, and smiled.
Present: Beth
Second period was hard, just touching Zac in the hall after first period made my pussy ache for his touch. I knew he wanted to ditch right then, and I almost went along. Somehow I remembered my test third period, and put on the brakes. But I spent the first half of second period daydreaming of him. The latter half was asking my lab partner what we were supposed to do.
"Don't worry," she said, with a smile, "I got this, you can take over next lab."
"Thanks," I said sheepishly, "I owe you."
"You look happy," she said, going through the steps, "You and Isaac are officially an item, I hear."
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