Unblended Ch. 12

"So, can anyone tell me what we would expect to see as the result of this reaction?" Mrs. Sikorski asked, looking around as I snapped my attention forwards. My timing was impeccable as always, as she locked right onto me. "Mr. Wayne, you're usually pretty quick with this kind of analysis." Being placed on the spot, I looked at the formula she had indicated on the blackboard.

"Uh, yeah, that would lead to iron oxide. Fe(OH)3." The answer arrived very quickly, and I was a little surprised I recognized it off-hand.

"Excellent." She nodded and beckoned me to the board. "Would you mind expanding the process out for us?"

I got up and accepted the chalk from her before turning to a bare stretch of blackboard. "Well, first, the iron has to dissolve into solution on exposure to water, which is..." I started writing out the reactions, pointing out the different ions produced. "The electrons we get combine with hydrogen ions and dissolved oxygen into more water, which leaves a bunch of hydroxide ions behind. Those react with the iron(II) ions we get from the initial solution to get green rust..." The board was filling up with the expanded formulae quickly as I picked up steam. "...but some of those iron ions also bond to more hydrogen and oxygen to form iron(III) ions and more water, which then bond to the extra hydroxide ions to get iron(III) hydroxide. Eventually, the water dehydrates and we get Fe2O3.H2O." I pointed back to the original equation. "Iron plus oxygen plus water equals rust. All that's left is a little math to get the atoms on both sides to be equal."

I looked at the board to survey my work and felt exceptionally proud of it. Chemistry was one of my better subjects, so I always appreciated the chance to flex those muscles. Mrs. Sikorski nodded her approval as I set the chalk down, and we were both surprised by a loud sigh from the rest of the class. Seventeen pairs of fuck-me eyes were locked onto me in a dreamy haze, and I audibly gulped.

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne," Mrs. Sikorski said, glancing around the classroom with a concerned frown. "Why don't you step outside to the water fountain for a moment? You look like you could use a drink."

"Sure," I said, "thanks." I quickly exited the classroom (to the audible disappointment of my classmates) and racewalked over to the fountain. I did feel a little warm, and I checked my temperature again after a long pull of cooling water. 98.8. Higher than previous but not by a concerning amount. It did get a little stuffy on the top floor towards the end of the day, I attributed my slight overheating to that rather than the bar of iron currently housed within my pants. I looked back at the classroom door and frowned: clearly, whatever control I had on my supercharged unisex pheromones was slipping. I considered asking leave to go to the nurse's office, and I realized Mrs. Sikorski must have had the same idea when she appeared with my messenger bag.

"I'm guessing your condition is flaring up," she said, handing me my bag and a pass to the infirmary at arm's length.

"Yeah, I've never seen it be so... effective," I replied. "Sorry about that." Mrs. Sikorski nodded and gave me a slight grin.

"Don't worry about it, it seemed to pass once you left the room. Which sounds terrible put like that but there it is. I'll forward the reading assignment to you after school, good work today."

We said our goodbyes and I headed down to the front office. There were still about 20 minutes before the final bell, so I hoped I could wait them out without attracting any more attention. Nurse Carter was at her desk, and rose to greet me as I entered the infirmary.

"Uh, you'd better stay back," I said, gesturing for her to keep her seat. "Something's going on and I'd prefer to keep my distance."

Nurse Carter looked concerned and nodded. "Mrs. Sikorski said you'd be down, you think your mojo's rising?"

"Enough to get an entire classroom of seniors fucking me with their eyes," I said, wincing at my choice of words. "Sorry."

"Hey, I don't fuckin' care," she responded with a smile. "You want to hang out in the cool room?"

"Yes, please."

The cool room was a small room attached to the infirmary with a cot, weighted blankets, and other items to help calm and relax. The room's temperature was always set to a few degrees below the rest of the school. Students that needed to be away from people and things for a while could lie down and take a few minutes to calm themselves. As I stepped in and the cooler air washed over me, I immediately felt a little better. I kicked off my shoes and laid down on the cot, losing myself in the dim lights and the sound of air circulating.

There was a knock on the door and the nurse peeked in. "You need anything, Ace? Some water?"

"No, thanks though. This is already helping." I looked over and saw her lick her lips as she regarded me. "Emily!" I said firmly, and she braced against the door as her body shook a little. My unorthodox use of her first name seemed to have the desired effect, and she immediately looked regretful.

"Holy fuck," she said, "that is WAY stronger than before. I'll give you some space." She shut the door, and I shut my eyes for what I thought was a brief moment. It certainly felt like almost no time had passed before there was another knock. "Hey, Ace? It's been half an hour. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."

I looked at my phone and confirmed it. I didn't realize I was that tired, but that must have been what I needed. I gathered my things and stepped into the infirmary proper. Nurse Carter gave me a friendly smile.

"Thanks, Ms. Carter, I feel a lot better."

"So do I," she responded with a wink. I shook my head and laughed as I headed to the parking lot. Michiko and Tessa were waiting by our cars, and I raced over to sweep them into my arms.

"Hey, we missed you too," Michi said as I tried to squeeze the life out of them.

"Ugh, you will not believe the afternoon I had," I said, releasing the girls and leaning against the Type-R.

"Becky filled us in," Tessa said, handing me a note with the promised chemistry assignment, "what do you think happened?"

"I think the principal jacked me off and that somehow didn't make me any less horny, so my personal fuck-me field was on full blast." I pulled my phone out and showed them the picture of the aftermath.

"HOLY-" Michi started to shout before stopping herself and lowering her voice. "Holy shit!"

"I should be okay now, though, I took a nap in the infirmary. I would appreciate you keeping that bit about the principal to yourselves."

"That's really hot," Tessa said, moving to press into my side and drape her arms around me. "You sure you fixed it? Because I definitely need you to fuck me right now, and if you don't, why, I might just die!"

I looked to Michiko, and she just shrugged. "I mean, if we could do it right here without getting into massive trouble, I'd definitely be up for it, but I'm not going to die if we don't. And neither will Miss Drama Queen, I suspect."

"Hmph!" Tessa huffed. "You're not wrong, but he does smell extra yummy right now."

"I think I need to be fucked into next week," I said, before remembering my plan for the evening. "Where are we staying tonight?"

"My place," Michiko said, "I've got the most space."

"Would Akane-san mind if I used the kitchen to make dinner for everyone?" I asked. I planned on going to the store after dropping Tessa off at home.

"I don't think so, she and Chichi are going out tonight, we'll have the place to ourselves. Though, I'm sure they'd love it if there were leftovers."

"Uh-huh. Tell me, how many football players do I need to feed tonight?"

"Good point."

Michiko handed me a set of house keys before we set off in our respective vehicles. When we got home, Tessa gave me a deep kiss before hopping out of my car. I watched her walk up to her house for a bit before I pulled away from the curb and headed for the store.

*****

By the time 6 o'clock rolled around, dinner was almost ready. I'd pulled the baking dishes full of manicotti from the oven to rest and replaced them with the loaves of garlic cheese bread. A light salad was in a bowl next to a freshly mixed vinaigrette, mostly for Tessa and Michiko but enough for everyone if they wanted. The sparkling grape juice was chilling in buckets of ice, one on the island in the kitchen, and one by the dining room table. I'd removed the leaves from said table and shrunk it down to make it the perfect size for an intimate dinner for two. The place settings I'd brought from home were all laid out, two at the table and three on the island. I had selected a white shirt, dark grey waistcoat, and matching grey slacks, and took one last look in the mirror, adjusting my tie for the fifteenth time. I was a little worried the thin black eyeliner was a bit much, but I quickly stopped obsessing over it when the doorbell rang.

I hadn't told anyone about this plan apart from asking Michiko to send Donna ahead of them when they got there. If I was going to be Donna's first partner, I wanted to do it up right. That meant a proper date, or at least enough of the trappings to fake it: a sumptuous candlelit dinner, soft music, and royal treatment from a rather dashing young man. Thus, the dining room setup for a quiet dinner for two and three more places on the island for the peanut gallery. I knew I was setting a date night precedent with this, and I'd likely be called to account for it by the others, but that was fine. I'd follow through with each of them as well, but tonight was Donna's night, even if it devolved into a massive bout of enthusiastic group sex.

I opened the door to a gasp. Donna was still wearing her letterman's jacket but had changed into a ringed baseball t-shirt and yoga pants. She'd also touched up her makeup, adding a slightly stronger wing to her eyeliner and a bit of rouge to her cheeks. Her jaw dropped when she saw me, and it took her a moment to recover before she stepped inside.

"May I take your coat?" I asked. She slipped it off and I hung it in the hallway closet before stepping back and into her arms. "You've got good timing, dinner's almost ready."

She followed me into the dining room and gasped again as I lit the candles and started my dinner playlist. "Is this a date?" she asked softly. I walked over to her, took her hand in mine, and placed a gentle kiss upon it.

"I would be honored if you would allow me the pleasure of your company this evening," I said, whirling to check on the garlic bread. The cheese was bubbling and starting to brown at the edges, so I turned the broiler off and pulled them to cool for a bit. "Want a drink?" I asked, sliding the half-loaves onto a cutting board.

"Uh, sure?" Donna said. It sounded like she was still processing everything, so I merely opened our bottle and poured us both glasses. When I handed it to her, she took a sniff before taking a measured sip. "Is this grape juice?"

I nodded. "I found a rose that I wanted to try, I figured the acidity would help with dinner." I gently clinked my glass against hers before setting it down. "If you'd like to take a seat, I'll serve you."

Donna smiled and sat down, and I returned to the kitchen. "Salad?" I asked. Donna shook her head no, so I cut the bread into portions, placed half a loaf's worth into a basket and brought it over to the table. Then I went back and plated two portions of still slightly steaming manicotti and set those at our places. Donna breathed in the aroma and hummed a bit while I closed the sliding dividers to give us a bit more privacy before joining her at the table.

"This smells amazing," Donna said as I sat down.

"It tastes as good as it smells," I replied, "at least I hope it does."

The commotion at the front door followed by an excited cry of "Oh fuck, he made Italian again!" signaled the arrival of the rest of the polycule. Donna and I laughed as the other girls started serving themselves, Tanya especially excited as she filled in Michi and Tess about the shells I'd made previously. I rolled my eyes as Donna took her first bite. After chewing for a moment and swallowing, she looked me dead in the eyes.

"I'm sorry," she said, "but we need to be wed at once."

"Try the bread!" I said, offering her the basket. She did so, and I approved of her dipping it in some stray marinara first.

"Oh my goddess," she said, leaning back in the chair, "where did you learn to cook like this?"

"The basics, I learned from Mama, but this specifically I figured out myself." I took my own first bite and gave a small fist pump, celebrating getting the cheesy filling perfectly smooth and flavorful. "The filling is pretty versatile, I'm glad I finally nailed it."

"That's not the only thing you're gonna nail tonight!" Tessa said from the kitchen.

"Fuck, Ace, this is better than last time!" Tanya said through a mouthful of pasta.

"What's going on in here, anyway?" Michiko asked, opening the partition just enough to look inside. "Oh, wow."

"What is it?" Tessa asked before joining Michiko at the partition. "Aww! How romantic! Why don't you ever do this for me?" I thought she was asking me before I saw her lightly whack Michi on the arm.

"You made fun of me the last time I did something like this."

"Well, do better! Come on, let's leave the lovebirds alone." Tessa closed the partition, and Donna and I looked at each other.

"You didn't have to do this," Donna said softly.

"I wanted to," I replied with a smile, "we're supposedly Royals, right? You all should be treated like it."

We took our time with dinner, talking about whatever came to mind. I eventually asked about the goddess Donna invoked every so often, and she told be about her casual worship of Athena, Greek goddess of wisdom and warfare. Growing up, her mitéra (I still wasn't sure just how she pronounced it) would tell her stories of ancient Greece, of the capriciousness of the gods, of Jason and the Argonauts, Heracles and Perseus. Also the synopsis of Clash of the Titans, even if she'd been too young to watch that film at the time. While her love of Greek mythology eventually bloomed into a love of ancient history, Donna felt a special connection to Athena in particular, and she always felt better saying a brief word of prayer to Athena whenever she was scared or unsure of herself. I thought it was absolutely appropriate given what I was learning about her.

I'd apparently misjudged how hungry everyone would be, as there was barely any manicotti left by the time we were done with dinner. I asked if anyone wanted some dessert and started for the fridge to get it, when I suddenly found myself picked up and thrown over Donna's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Hey, girls," she said over her other shoulder, "would you mind cleaning up for us? I need to discuss something with Ace."

"Sure thing, babe," Tanya said with a laugh.

"Oh shit," Tessa said, "don't kill him!"

"If he dies, he dies."

It's an unusual sensation, being carried somewhere over another person's shoulder. Donna's grip was firm, and she must have had some experience doing this as she avoided knocking my head into walls or corners. I suppose it helped that I wasn't trying to struggle. We eventually arrived in Michi's room, and she set me down carefully. We didn't say anything as we started kissing and disrobing each other. Donna's body was a work of art, muscular and firm, and I took a moment to just stare at her physique in awe.

"What?" Donna asked.

"You're so beautiful," I said, tracing my hand along her arms. Her skin felt extremely warm to the touch and very soft, while her muscles were taut and firm.

"So are you," she responded. She guided me to Michi's bed and we crawled in, resuming our makeout session and caressing each other. We were both already hard, and we moaned when our respective members made incidental contact.

"You feel amazing," Donna said.

"So do you," I responded, rolling my hips to grind against her. I could feel a cool slickness building up between us as we both started leaking precum all over each other. Donna grabbed onto my butt with one hand and the back of my neck with the other, and I wrapped my arms around her tightly as we stopped talking and made out. I started sucking on her tongue, and she extended it out to fill my mouth.

I felt someone slide in next to us on the bed and glanced over to see Tanya putting her arm under Donna. "That's so hot," she said, resting her giant boobs on top of us, and Donna let go of my neck to guide Tanya's face towards ours. We all moaned as our lips and tongues met in a three-way kiss, and Donna's entire body started to blush a deep rose.

"I asked Tanya to be here with me when you... you know..." she said, turning her face away from me bashfully. "I wasn't sure I could handle it alone."

"Of course," I said warmly, "we can do this however you want."

Tanya nuzzled into Donna's neck. "We'll take this as slowly as you need."

Donna blinked some tears out of her eyes. "I love you guys so much!"

"We love you too, Donna," Tanya said, and I nodded in agreement, my voice suddenly caught in my throat.

"Us too!" Tessa said. She and Michi were looking on from nearby, also completely naked. Tessa had her phone handy, and I gave her a stern look.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" I asked, pointedly glancing at the phone in her hand. Tessa looked shocked and clutched at some non-existent pearls.

"How very dare you!" she exclaimed in mock outrage. "Do you actually think I would cheapen this by recording it? This is a beautiful moment, and we are here to support you and Donna!"

"She wants to record Donna railing you into the ground afterwards," Michiko said flatly, and Tess nodded enthusiastically. I turned to look at Donna and was relieved to see her holding back laughter. Everyone got quiet as I leaned in and kissed her again, and I felt Tanya reach down to line me up with Donna's pussy. I could feel intense heat radiating from her as my head brushed against her outer lips, and we locked onto each other's eyes.

"Wait!" Tanya said. "You'll make a mess, hold on." Tanya reached down behind her and pulled out some old towels. I sat back on my knees as Donna raised her hips, allowing Tanya to lay out the towels underneath us.

"Thanks," Michiko said, "I know I'm doing laundry later, I'd prefer to not deal with a bio-hazard on top of it. No offense."

"Are you ready?" I asked, looking into Donna's molten eyes, and she bit her lip and nodded.

"Do it."

I figured a "rip the bandage off" approach was merited, so I thrust as deeply and firmly into Donna as I could. I felt the sensation of breaking through immediately, and once I'd bottomed out, I stayed there and held her tightly. She squeezed down on me, and I felt as though my cock was in a slick set of vice grips.

"FUCK!" she cried, and she grabbed onto my back like a cat, her nails digging into my skin without breaking it.

Tanya put her face right next to Donna's ear. "How is it?" she said quietly. "How does his cock feel inside you?"

"So good..." Donna replied, trailing off to start kissing me again. Our tongues twirled together as I slowly pulled back and thrust into Donna again, receiving a deep moan in my mouth in response.

"Show her how much you love her," Tanya whispered in my ear. I placed my forehead against Donna's and started a slow rhythm of thrusts deep into her core. Donna pulled my head down to her chest and wrapped her muscular arms around me completely. I planted kisses along her collarbone as I maintained my pace, and it wasn't long before I felt her legs wrap themselves around me as well. Occasionally, Donna would whisper "faster" or "more", and I would increase my pace appropriately. Our bodies stayed in close contact the entire time, which had the effect of stroking Donna's cock between us as I moved.