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James
Part II. In Training.


Chapter 8

After almost 11 hours of exhausted sleep, I was feeling more human. I
checked my email but Amanda had not replied to the quick one I sent out last
night, telling her about my upcoming Championship matches.

= = = = =

Jules was radiant. Her blond hair glowed and in her short minidress she was
an invitation to rape. On the bus she bounced up and down on my arm
excitedly and hummed to herself.
   The driver was again glancing uneasily at us.
   "You keep that up and I'll be forced to break training." I said weakly.
She bit my ear.
   We got off the bus and Jules tugged my arm towards the crowd that had
collected in front of the school entrance. It parted to reveal her partners
in crime. Brenda was absolutely stunning in a bright green wraparound skirt
and a matching top that molded her breasts and nipples. Heels made her even
taller and more breathtaking.
   Little Sara wore a white peasant blouse, obviously unencumbered by a bra
as her breasts shook and danced invitingly and offered tantalizing hints of
dark nipples. A short powder blue skirt showed expanses of smooth limbs and
flashed lavender panties. I found myself sneaking peeks to see if it said
"Tuesday" on it. She was a wetdream waiting to happen, or had happened,
judging from the glazed looks and awkward gaits of some of her admirers. Her
eyes twinkled and she was grinning widely.
   They walked up and each gave me a soft kiss. I hung on to Jules for
support.
   "Oh god, why did you pick my first day of training to do this? Are you
trying to get me kicked off the team, or you just want to see me die of a
coronary?" They laughed wickedly
   "We're your devoted fans, James. To victory, return with your shield or
on it!" They all gave me a rousing cheer and my "fans" waltzed me inside.
   Jules and Brenda took off with the slobbering boys trailing them and left
Sara and me behind. She took my arm, "They're giving me a chance to be with
you..." I turned us down a hall.
   "James, I've never been good with people, but after what we did
yesterday - what YOU did, I realized I don't need to be afraid. I don't need
to hide, I don't even need to be the same. I just need to be me..." She
smiled radiantly and I grinned down at her. In our wake, she was leaving
people staring and gaping and she was soaking it up, dispensing smiles and
little waves to her friends.
   She continued, "I never even suspected that having people look at me like
this can be so exciting!"
   She stopped in front of a skinny kid and said, "Hi, Simon, how are you?"
His mouth dropped and he stammered an answer. He was looking at her
longingly as she took my arm again.
   She sighed, "I just realized I can make people happy just by being nice.
And it makes me feel good myself! It's awesome!"
   She leaned against me and said quietly, "It was the most incredible
experience having sex with you. I love you and I love Jules and Brenda. And
knowing that you care for me gives me the strength to be myself. I promise
I'll make you proud of me." She took a deep breath and a collective moan
came from around us. She laughed and hugged me.
   I added sadly, "My only regret is that I can't rip your clothes off and
make passionate love to you right now."
   She blushed and giggled, "You can't anyways, I'm too sore, so Mr MM will
have to wait - until next week..." Her eyes held both a question and a
promise. "Don't tell Jules... but I'm glad we did it twice yesterday - I'm
very content."
   She took another breath, "But you can help me with another fantasy..."
Carefully she put her hands on my ass and stood on tiptoes to kiss me. All
noise and activity around us stopped - except for a loud ringing in my head.
I leaned down, cupped her firm cheeks and returned her kiss.
   She laughed throatily and rubbed her bubbly flesh on my arm. "I feel so
free!"

= = = = =

I sighed enigmatically, waiting for the lunch bell. It would not be easy to
stay in training with all the willing arms and lips waiting to seduce me.
   Finally it went off and I shot off towards the workshops, which had an
exit to the rear of the school.
   She smiled at me and my heart just jumped into my throat. I shuffled
forward in a daze.
   "Do you want to drive?"
   "N-No thanks, I am having trouble breathing and my h-hands are shaking
too much." Nicole giggled.
   I got in the passenger side and we looked at each other. She was wearing
a wrap top and a flowing skirt. There was about an inch of tanned midriff
showing and I had this insane need to kiss it.
   Suddenly she dropped the car in gear and we blew out of the yard. A
couple of blocks later she stopped in a small park and grabbed me in a kiss.
I gripped her neck and bit her lips. Her hands tore at my hair, forcing my
mouth into hers.
   "Now I am having trouble breathing and my hands are shaking!" She panted
as we held each other in a desperately clinch.
   "Listen, my knight, we have a lot to accomplish today and the first thing
is lunch. I brought you some clothes, see if you like them."
   "Good, I can change while we're on the way."
   "No, you can change while I watch."
   So I turned the radio on and attempted an imitation of a bump and grind
routine in the car. She clapped her hands and giggled delightedly. I must be
incredibly good because in no time I was rock hard and she was staring at it
with her nostrils flared.
   "Keep an eye out for people." She said as she took me in her mouth.
   "Nicole, my schedule!"
   She looked up, "We have ten minutes."

= = = = =

She was smugly happy with herself after reaffirming my reputation as a
hair-trigger and having swallowed sperm for the first time. I told her she
had broken my training and I would now be thrown off the team after being
castrated.
   She laughed delightedly, "Listen, that rule is to make sure you don't
overexert yourself or use up your reserves. As long as we keep feeding you,
rest you, and exercise you properly, you'd be fine." I asked her if she
wanted to look at my teeth as well.
   So we worked it out, no sex until 2 hours after a meal, and nothing
strenuous. And training in between.
   "So what about just now?"
   "It wasn't strenuous - you just moaned. I did everything else!"
   "No, not that - we didn't eat yet!"
   "Oh, that was breakfast."

= = = = =

She was hugging my arm possessively when we walked in the restaurant for
lunch. I was wearing a perfect fitting natural-silk short-sleeved shirt, tan
slacks and brown loafers. No socks of course.
   "Ah Madame et Monsieur!" Greeted Anton the maitre d'. Nicole sat with her
fish and watched me with my Steak Tartare. I had never had raw beef before,
not intentionally anyways, but my knightly reputation was at stake here. It
was surprisingly good, in fact, it was quite exquisite. It melted in my
mouth and went superbly well with the wine, an '88 Chambertin, I believe.
   I had a deliciously giggling Madame on my arm when we finished lunch at
12:43pm. We had till 2:43pm.
   She took us to a stretch of wide residential streets and told me to
drive. Within half an hour, I was hooked on stick shift. So with the top
down, I blaat'd us around, terrorizing dogs and nannies.
   I dropped her off at a low office building and she turned me loose. I
crunched gears and ignored speed limits until it was time to pick her up. It
was 2:00.
   Nicole proudly showed me a bandage on her upper arm. "This, my knight,
means I am officially a promiscuous woman." The "this", as it turned out,
was a subcutaneous progestogen implant, the "permanent pill", the ultimate
contraceptive.
   "Quick, we only have 43 minutes to get home to try it out!" And I roared
us back to the house.

= = = = =

My hopes to get my asses hauled were quickly dashed when Madame insisted on
a full training session first.
   My lips trembled and my eyes misted, I threatened to hold my breath till
I turned blue, but all to no avail. Madame was unrelenting. I asked Madame
to wait upstairs and do her knitting or something because it would be a darn
shame if I had to interrupt my workout in the middle just so I could rape
her.
   I took it out on her exercise machines and added another 5 minutes just
to torment her. Then a quick shower and a towel around my waist, I dashed
upstairs.
   I found Nicole in our bedroom in a silk dressing gown. I collected her in
my arms and sent my lips on a thorough investigation of her face, mouth and
neck.  Then I stood back to look at her.
   Her clean classic face shone with an inner light and her eyes smoldered
with need and love. Her full lips trembled and her little tongue licked it
nervously. I could see the hard shadows of her nipples where her breasts
filled the thin material. She was so damned beautiful I wanted to cry, in
awe and wonderment.
   I led her to our bed, slowly removing her gown, gasping as her perfect
body was revealed. Somewhere I had lost my towel. We laid down and we
kissed, slowly, taking time to savor our different textures and adding
little nips and bites. She moaned her need and tried to push my face
downward. I held her hands down over her head, forbidding her to move them,
and return to my slow journey across her fantastic body.
   I lingered at her eyes, cruised her ears, sampled her lips and danced my
tongue on her neck. She was moaning and her fingers flexed in the imaginary
bonds I had placed them.
   I took time to acquaint my mouth with her well toned muscles, I followed
the flare of her pectorals from the shoulder to the sternum, ideally angled
to proudly present her perfect breasts, Breasts that quaked and pulsed with
each stroke of my tongue. Breasts that peaked in proud tips that cried out
for attention. I licked the globes, traveling the smooth alabaster sides in
long circular paths.
   "No..." she cried out as I resumed my journey without giving relief to
her nipples. I trace the ribs, trilled over her flat firm abdomen and rested
in the softness of her navel. Her body and legs were twitching and I could
smell the delicate fragrance of her sex.
   I kissed her hips and the soft down of her lower belly. Her moans
increased as I neared her goal. I trailed my tongue along her thighs and up
the "V" of their junction. Her moaning increased.
   I kissed my way down the thin folds of her pussy and she groaned in
relief. I tasted the sweetness of the dew that had collected there and
dipped in for more. She shook and bent her legs up, offering her womanhood
to me.
   "Please, my knight, I need you now. Please, I want you to fill me..."
   I slipped up and again experienced the sweet electrifying warmth of her
core, pulsing and coaxing my nerves. We coupled in long slow strokes, her
legs clasped around my waist and flexing in time. Her wrists still crossed
over her head.
   She groaned and urged me on, I increased the force but not the tempo.
Nicole tossed her head in torment.
   "Oh, please... this is killing me. Please let me come... My knight,
please!" She groaned.
   I stopped. Her eyes opened in panic.
   "Get on top," I said.
   Frantically, without disengaging our sex, she managed to sit up over me.
She moaned and ground herself against me, then found the rhythm and slowly
moved herself on and off my body. Her hair flew and her face was contorted
in a breathtaking mask of lust and desire. Her hands gripped my chest as she
learned to coordinate her motion and her passion. Sweat covered her and ran
down her breasts, her hard nipples.
   "Ah, ah, ahhhhh. Yesssssss." She moaned, jerking uncontrollably in a
climax. Slowly she picked up speed again, "Oh, yessss, ah, ah, ahhhhhhh." As
another series of convulsions overtook her. Her eyes opened but unseeing in
her all-consuming lust.
   "Ohh god, ohhhhh, ohhhh," This one the strongest yet as I added my
strokes to hers, I was close.
   I reached up and grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples. I shook and
started shooting into the tight canyons of her sex.
   Our cries echoed as our bodies clashed and struggled to extract pleasure.
   We laid there for a long eternity, slowly catching our breaths, her
fingers idly drawing on my chest, our limbs still entwined.
   "I love you, my knight." She whispered.
   "I love you, my beautiful princess." She nestled her head under mine, and
we slept.

= = = = =

I woke. Nicole was sitting next to me, stroking my face and chest. She had
one foot under her and the other between our bodies. Her body was hunched
over, her smooth hair tumbled about her face. For a long time I laid and
savored her gentle touch and forced myself to take in and memorize every
curve and every undulating line of that phenomenal body.
   I stroked her face and she inclined her head to kiss my palm. I run my
fingers down her neck, her shoulders and a soft breast, full and sated. Her
nipple gradually hardened as I gently brushed it with a fingertip. I reached
for her sex and she moved to allow me access. She became moist and my cock
reared.
   "Uh-oh. We have to wait... Let's go for a swim." She dragged me out of
bed and out the back where she had a 50-meter pool and both 1 meter and 3
meter diving boards at the end.
   "Wow," I said, "Why do I feel the need to come all the time in this
place?" She laughed and playfully slurped my cock into her mouth. Then she
dove in the water, leaving me on the deck with a sad looking erection.
   I jumped in after her but she was a perfect water sprite - she cut
through the water with barely a ripple. She did two laps then swam with me
until I reached the other side.
   "You know I would've caught up to you if I didn't have an erection
slowing me down." I pouted.
   "You mean this one?" She inquired ingenuously, and did something naughty
to me.
   I moaned, "How do you expect me to last through training if you keep
doing that?"
   "You're right," she said, "I'm afraid I have trouble keeping my hands off
you..." She leaned her head on me, "Forgive me." I kissed her to show her my
generous nature but all it did was make my cock even harder.
   I told her I was a submarine and slowly stuck my "periscope" out of the
water. She was laughing delightedly.
   She wanted to know why it was jumping and flexing.
   "Sonar. It's 'pinging' for enemies." She touched it and sure enough it
turned red and started pulsing madly.
   "How do you know that this is a submarine?" She shook her head.
   "Because it's long and thin and full of seamen." She laughed and laughed
and drank water and choked. I saved her life by applying mouth to mouth
resuscitation. Repeatedly.

= = = = =

"James, we have to go out for dinner, I have no food here except spaghetti."
We were sunning ourselves, just touching fingers.
   "What? You have 2 fridges and you only have spaghetti?"
   "Yes - I never cooked and after Gaston died, I let all the servants
go..."
   "How in heaven's name can anyone get to look as good as you on spaghetti
alone?" I shook my head and she giggled.
   "Does the barbeque work?"
   "Yeah, it's natural gas."
   "OK - we'll order a load of stuff up here and I can cook dinner for you
the next two days." She looked at me.
   "Are you sure? Knights aren't supposed to cook."
   "Nor princesses either, I gather. But I would rather spend the time
eating spaghetti here with you than to waste it driving to town and back,
even if it's Steak Tartare and Chambertin '88."
   Her eyes misted over and she flew on top of me.  "Oh, you're so sweet...
You're the sweetest man I've ever known." She kissed my neck and my cock
twitched.
   "Oops," She smiled, "If it's OK with my brave knight, let's get groceries
delivered and you can dazzle me with your culinary skills."

= = = = =

We ended up ordering pretty much everything in the store - I couldn't even
find pepper in her cupboards. Thank goodness she didn't throw the utensils
out. I was distressed to hear the total but she waved a credit card in front
of me which appeared to be limitless.
   We were sitting butt naked in her kitchen, drinking wine, waiting for the
groceries when she said, in this tiny, little girl's voice, "My sweet
knight, I have another request..." Pow! My cock jumped up and we stared at
it.
   "Ja-aames..." in the same voice and it jumped again. She cackled
insanely.
   "James..." Twitch. She was roaring now. Her eyes teared and she pointed
at my cock, jumping and flexing like nobody's business.
   "James... ", she wheezed out, somehow managing to sound sexy as hell, and
then, in a husky whisper, "I want to suck your cock..." The thing started
quivering and I almost came right there and then. She fell on the floor,
laughing and whooping, her boobs jiggling as she gasped for air.
   Finally she wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I
shouldn't have made fun of you."
   Suddenly, she turned bright red and covered her mouth, "Did I say that?"
   "Say what?"
   "You know..." She stuck her mouth up to my ears, "I want to suck your
cock." She dug her nails in my neck and buried her face in my shoulders but
continued mouthing the words, to an old Beatles tune. She finally ended with
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" and kissed me tenderly.
   "Oh, James, you make me so happy." as she clung to me.
   "What is the other thing you need from me?" I was afraid to get her going
again.
   "I'd like you to sort out Gaston's accounts and things. He had a bit of
stocks and shares. I haven't touched any of it - it's all on his computer
but I don't know enough to get started."

= = = = =

It sat in the corner of a study on the second floor. An older machine, but
with 128-MB of RAM and a 50-Gig RAID harddrive system, it even had a live T1
connection. And it's been sitting there untouched for 2 years.
   It fired up right away. Gaston kept most of his stuff on spreadsheets so
it wasn't too hard to get started. He was very meticulous and noted on each
stock the time and price of each purchase and how much or when he should
sell. I sorted them out by selling date and printed out a copy.
   I was trying to get the details on his online trading account when Nicole
came up. She put her arms around me and kissed me on my shoulder. Her hand
slipped down to cup me.
   "Hmmm, I can do this all day... Just came up to tell you the groceries
are here." So I followed her downstairs.
   The kitchen was immaculate - everything was neatly sorted, the cans were
in the cupboards and the perishables in the fridge.
   "Did you do this?"
   "Oh no, the boy was very helpful, he insisted on doing everything for
me!"
   And I could see why. She had put on her gown but there was no way to
hide, even to a blind person, the fact that she was stark raving naked
underneath. Just the heat alone would have given her away.
   "All I can say is that you have made him VERY happy." She looked at me. I
took her to the hall mirror and pulled the gown tight around her.
   "Oh... OH" She blushed. "No wonder he kept thanking me and won't even
take a tip!" I stood back but she stayed at the mirror, primping, posing,
pulling and tugging her gown and popping peek-a-boos at herself, blushing
wildly. "Ooh this is SOOOO naughty!" I shook my head and went to get dinner
ready.
   Finally she got tired of being an one-man voyeur show and padded back to
the kitchen. She hugged me tightly, "James, this has been the BEST day of my
life... I'm so happy."

= = = = =

In reality, I can only cook one thing - steaks on a BBQ, but for 2 meals, I
figure I could get away with it. I had also ordered salad greens and
mushroom, which I've seen Mom do enough time to be able to muddle through.
   Nicole was suitably impressed and I was not about to pop her bubble. We
ate enough for 4 between us and half the salad and mushrooms I'd ordered.
The wine was great too.
   But mostly I marveled at her; I could not get enough of my woman-child
lover. She was sophisticated and knowledgeable in most worldly things but
naive and innocent with matters of the heart. When I first met her, I was
overwhelmed and captivated. Now I was overwhelmed by her joy of life and
optimism. And captivated by her love.
   I looked in her eyes and sighed, "Nicole, if it takes a million years to
make you happy, I'll gladly do it." We kissed, gently, for a long time.

= = = = =

I went back to the computer while Nicole was figuring out the dishwasher.
She'd told me about the filing cabinet where Gaston had kept his printed
information and sure enough, the passwords and access codes were there.
   The account was still active and it showed Nicole as a co-signer, which
made things a lot simpler. I had looked through the "sell" list and over
half had gone past its sell date. Some of them were companies that didn't
even exist anymore. So I thought I should sell the shares that had the
lowest value, in case they go bankrupt or something, as well as the ones
that had met Gaston's price expectations.
   It took me a while to bang in the various sell orders but T1 is FAST! I
looked at the final figures and it showed that I had unloaded 5 million
dollars. The hair stood up on my head and I broke out in a sweat.
   "Nicole, can I talk to you?" She was still reading the manual.
   I told her what I had done and my fears that I've done the wrong thing.
   "It seems like you did the right thing, because now I'm 5 million dollars
richer!"
   It made sense, in a way.
   "But you have to re-invest it, Gaston has always said money in a bank is
money lost."
   "Why?"
   "I don't know exactly but it has to do with taxes."
   "Oh."
   "James..." Her little voice, "Can you help me?"
   "There's only one thing I can help you with right now." I growled and my
cock advanced on her.
   "Oh, can you start the dishwasher and we'll do what you want..."
   I readjusted the dishes and diddled with the controls and then read the
manual again. It worked as soon as I touched it.
   "See?" I patted her head. "And about my payment?"
   Demurely she took me to the gym and told me to get my sorry ass in gear.

= = = = =

She stayed to work out with me and soon we were pushing ourselves hard,
happy to be sharing each other's company.
   I had my head nestled between her bobbing breasts in the whirlpool when I
asked her, "Nicole, do you think we can get an implant for Jules?"
   "Oh, I suppose. I should be able to sign for it."
   "...and maybe for 2 of her friends?"
   "Er, I'm afraid to ask, both 14?"
   "Yeah, I think."
   "You think? Do you even know their names?"
   "Yeah - they ARE Jules' best friends and, yesterday, they kinda dared me
and one thing led to another..."
   "Oh James, you have to learn to say no sometimes..."
   "Well, actually, there may be another, she's 12."
   "Oh no." she rocked me, "You're a monster, an insatiable monster."
   So I told her about Sara and Brenda, and Amanda.
   "Wow, this Amanda is Rose Cipola's daughter?"
   "I guess - if she teaches English..."
   "Correct. Hmmm... You care for this Amanda?
   "Yeah, a lot. She's really smart and sweet. I think she loves me too."
   "Hmmm, let me think..."
   Her hand started toying with my cock and it became hard, "Er, I thought
you're thinking."
   "I am... these things are like worry beads - or worry balls. I'm worried
your balls will get you into trouble." She was quite pleased with her own
wit as she jacked me harder to make sure I was equally impressed.
   "Nicole, does the water here change color if somebody does something in
it?"
   "No, not that I know of... Why?"
   "Because this somebody's gonna do something in it very soon!"
   "Oh." She dropped her hand. "I think we better shower." She looked at my
quivering cock and shook her head, obviously disappointed it was not more
resilient to her handling.

= = = = =

"James..." We were scrunched up tightly in a corner of the bed, spoon
fashion, to avoid a HUGE wet spot in the middle. She removed my hands from
her breasts to talk.
   "Take the BMW tonight and you can pick me up here tomorrow for lunch... I
wouldn't want to have to embarrass you in the park like today." Damn, I had
better learn to stop shooting my load the minute she puts her mouth on it.
Just thinking about it caused me to jab her in her crack.
   "Mmmm," she adjusted herself so I was nestled between her thighs along
her warmth. "...and I'd like to arrange a party in your honor on Thursday.
And invite the girls too. Sort of like a hero's sendoff."
   "Er, wow... I mean... what can I say? Sure!" I was pounding on her gates
now. She moaned and let my hands drop back on her body. My cock had ALMOST
made it inside her when she grabbed me, and not in a nice way either.
   "No - remember, 'Once a King, always a King, but once a Knight is
enough'!" She cracked up, kicking and slapping the bed in appreciation of
her own joke.
   Then she threw me out.

= = = = =

I called Jules from the car phone hoping to impress her enough for some
consolation but she said she was tired and I should get some rest myself.
She sounded cheerful enough, so I told her to take it easy with Sara and
Brenda.

= = = = =

And from Amanda:

My sweet sweet love,
   I would dearly love to be there to cheer you on, and I know you will do
your best. Please come back for my heart, which you have already won. Your
Mandie Chip


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