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Subject: {ASSM} (new) JAMES 37 (mf+ rom)
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James
Part VII. Wandering Afield.

Chapter 37

"What do you think?" Nicole looked out from the mirror, eyes aglow. She was
a vision in a white wraparound dress and golden hair flowing. My heart
pounded in my throat.
   I kissed the back of her neck and she reached back to caress me as I
slipped my arms around her waist.
   "Hmmm, we should've asked for more material here..." She looked at our
image and ran a finger lightly up the distended front of my pants, one of
the many she had made for me that had been collecting dust in the closet.
   "If you don't stop teasing me, we'll miss your flight..." I slid my hands
up her ribs and over her breasts.
   "If YOU don't stop teasing me, I won't care if we miss my flight..." She
leaned back and murmured.
   I turned her around and kissed her. "It would be a crime to deprive the
world the chance to get a look at you, my Princess..." She took my hand and
smiled.
   She only had a small carry on suitcase, "What's the point in traveling
with my wardrobe? If I need more, I'll buy it there!" It made sense, sort
of.
   In the BMW she took my hand and, after a bit, she leaned her head on me.
   "I used to feel terrified of going on trips like this, and did it only as
an obligation to Gaston." She looked at me, "Now, it's just the opposite, I
WANT to go and show them how good we are... I can't wait for the world to
see what they're up against." She paused and grinned, "It's either that or
the frontier life you've forced me into has turned me into a wild woman!"
   "I can just see it now - barefoot and pregnant, with a couple of kids
already at your teats." I laughed, "But still impeccably coifed and in a
white Gucci outfit!"
   She shared my laughter, "I prefer Chanel, myself." She looked up, "And
all the li'l ones will look like you..." She dropped her hand on me, "Won't
they?"
   "Is that a threat?"
   She moved her hand on my bulge, softly, "Hmmm, make it a promise, OK?"
   "I promise, hon. One of these days..."
   She squeezed me and smiled, gloriously. "But maybe not this week..." She
let it hang as she fished me out from my pants, "Oooh, you naughty boy!
Thinking lewd thoughts about Mama!"
   I sighed as she moved her hand on me, gasping and squirming as she slowly
increased the pressure and the pace.
   "Tell me when you're ready to come." She said against me, running her
thumb around the dripping crown.
   "Ahhh, soon... Very soon... Ah, ah... A-about n-now!" She slipped her
mouth on me and applied soft suction that make my come pour out. I groaned
as I surged she nursed on me gently. I moaned my grateful delight and
sprayed into her.
   After a lick and a kiss she tucked me in and straightened up from my lap.
She
followed my gaze and gulped at the sight of an equally surprised motorist
who was pacing us on our right and snarling at me. I had let the car slow to
50 on the fast lane.
   Slowly she smiled and, turning to face the man, licked a stray spot of
come into her mouth, just as I accelerated and pulled away.
   "Damn," Nicole complained, "I wanted to keep your stuff in my mouth and
he made me swallow it!"
   "Wow, was that what you mean by 'Wild Woman'?" I gasped.
   She giggled, "Oh my god! Was that me?" She collapsed on my shoulder,
laughing uncontrollably.
   "I was wild, wasn't I?" She said after a while, then looked up at me,
"You know, there was a time, not long ago, that sunbathing in the nude was
the most depraved thing I could think of?" She pinched me, "That's what
happens when you let me hang around Celeste! What a class-A bimbo!" She
hummed on me and smacked her lips a bit. "Hmmm, I like that! Nicki, the
Bimbo!"
   We had just turned into the underground parking when she smiled - a
Nicki-the-Bimbo smile, "We've got ten minutes, don't we?"
   Moments later, we staggered out on the concourse. Nicole was humming
happily as she leaned on me and stuck a hand inside my back pocket.
   She took my arm to the VIP lounge. "Oh shit, you can't sneak in
anymore..." They had added a detector and X-Ray machine at the entrance and
nobody except passengers were allowed to pass. She sighed, "Oh well, Nicki
the Bimbo has had her fun."
   Nicole pulled me aside, all business again, "Don't forget to drop off the
patent application to the Lawyers." She brushed my hair out of my eyes,
"Take care of the girls, and... I'll miss you..." She kissed me softly and
vanished inside.
   The grey day brightened immensely when Nicole called me from the waiting
room. "Hello, my knight. Just trying out the new phone." I had picked one up
for her the day before. "I love you lots!" I could hear the warm smile in
her voice.
   I drove home and had lunch. Erin was leaving for camp and she asked me to
take her, piling a suitcase, a duffel bag, sleeping bag and bedding in the
car before jumping in.
   "Why do you have so much junk? Are you eloping?"
   Erin laughed, "It's a gym camp, so I have to bring all my leotards and
grips as well as regular camp gear. It's 2 weeks long - so I can get ready
for National Elite next year!"
   "Hey! That mean you have to train in Colorado?"
   "No, not until I make it to Junior level, and only if I want to go there.
But I'll probably be training 35 hours a week." She sighed, "But I still
need another release on Bars though - I'm hoping I can get the Jaeger..."
   "As in Chuck Yeagar?"
   "Who? The Jaeger was named after a German Gymnast who did it on Men's
High Bar. It's like a side straddle from a kick release. I may go for the
full twisting one after - but what I REALLY want is the Hindorf - it's a
Jaeger from kip. It's also a Men's move, but my coach says I'm long and
strong enough for it. If I get it, It'll be the first in America - at the
Novice level, I mean."
   "Good for you!" I said sagely, "I hope you have a terrific time at camp!"
   "Thanks, I'll try."
   I helped her carry her gear into the bus - it was amazing, each girl had
easily five times their weight in luggage. Then Erin paraded me in front of
her friends and finally introduced me to her coach.
   "Angela? This is my brother James."
   I shook her hand - she was obviously a gymnast herself. Barely 5' 3" and
not an ounce of fat on her. Cutoffs showed impressive upper body
development - I'd think twice before arm wrestling with her. Nice pecs too.
   "Angela was in the Pan-Am Games before NCAA." Erin confirmed.
   She looked at me, "James, do you work out?"
   "Yes," Erin grinned, "He's a wrestler... The GOOD kind."
   "Hmmm," She appraised me, "If you're free next Sunday, come up for
Visitors' Day - we could use you for our Nutritions Talk."
   "What, to show us what happens if we don't watch our diet?"
   "No - that you can be healthy regardless of size. Sometimes there is too
much emphasis on weight, and not enough on nutrition."
   Angela gave me directions to the camp, "We're on an island and it's
mostly back roads getting there, about four hours." she smiled, "If you can,
come, if not..." she shrugged. I blinked at her excellent, bouncy pecs.
   Erin hugged me, dragging me away, "Stop drooling! She's too old!"
   "And your friends are too young!"
   "They don't think so - and they'll have to come to me to get close to
you!" She smiled as she patted my cheek and joined the throng boarding the
bus.
   I watched the bus drive off amid waited until the waving hands and happy
screeches faded in the distance.
   "Amanda's gone out," Mrs Cipola said when I called. She then gave me
JulieAnn's telephone number, "They're doing something for work, so she went
over." She explained apologetically. "She said they'll be going up to the
marina tonight."
   "Thanks, Mrs Cipola, I'll call - maybe I can see her before she leaves."
   I drove over and let myself in the door, following music coming from the
basement. They were all there and were sitting quietly listening to Sherri
playing the piano. Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata", if I remember my
classics.
   Brenda saw me and smiled, pulling me down and kissing me softly. "Isn't
she amazing?" Sara was hugging and leaning on Jules and they waved.
   Amanda slipped into my lap. "Aren't you going to thank me for getting her
here?"
   I kissed her, "I will," Another kiss, "Later." Another one, "In private."
We grinned at each other.
   She hugged me and twinkled, "But probably not tonight, right?"
   Brenda hit her, "Lemme listen!"
   We settled back and basked in Sherri's artistry. Celeste, who was sitting
next to her to turn pages was teary eyed, swaying, intoxicated.
   Sighs greeted her as the final soft notes of the first movement faded
away. Celeste leaned her head on Sherri's shoulder and hugged her, "I'd love
you to finish the piece, but I think there's someone here who'd like to say
hi."
   Sherri turned as I and took both her hands, "That was lovely..." I kissed
them, "Magic hands..."
   She looked at me and sighed, stroking my cheek and slowly melted into my
embrace, whispering in my ear, "Master, my dear master..." her voice faded
as we kissed softly and gazed into each other. She was beautiful, glowing
with joy and her eyes radiated love and desire.
   Celeste turned her about, taking her hands and kissed the palms, pressing
them to her own cheeks. "That was absolutely unbelievable... I'm sorry we
don't have a real piano for you to play on." she turned to us, "This is only
an electric piano, a good one, but..."
   Sherri smiled and said, "Oh, it's VERY good, I play a Clavinova, which is
the larger, non-portable version of this' She paused, "The sound's the same,
but, in a way you're right, the keys have no 'touch'." She continued, "The
Clavinova have actual hammers activating the electronics so it feels and
sounds just like a grand piano. The P-series only have dampened action so
it's not quite 100%. Still..." She looked at Celeste, "I'd be honored to
play the rest for you..."
   "You do, and I'll have your child." Celeste took Sherri and kissed her.
For a long time.
   "Why don't we take the Yamaha up with us, then?" Jules asked, when they
finally broke, "You're taking your violin anyways and there'll be nobody
here to play it!"
   Quickly we took it down and stuffed it into the Solara and loaded the
music into my car. Then they strapped themselves in, "See you at the House!"
as they waved goodbye to Sherri and me.
   I held her soft body and stared in the deep pools of her beautiful eyes,
"How've you been, my lovely fairy?"
   "Very well," she leaned into my chest, "Knowing I'll be seeing you..."
She looked up, "And taking you to bed..."
   "Can it wait until we're at the Lake?" I grinned.
   Her eyes darkened as she smiled, "It can wait as long as you want -
provided you know how I feel about it!" She glinted, slipping her hand
inside my shirt and sighed.
   We drove off as she held my hand, "Where did you learn to play like
that?"
   "Lessons... Been playing since I was five. I've had the same teacher and
she kept me going these eight years." She leaned on me, "It takes a long
time before you could start playing an instrument, in a musical manner. And
most of it is boring, repetitive work." She looked outside for a while, "Too
bad there's no other way of learning it - although the Suzuki method has had
some success. They teach music as a language - through listening and
immersion. It does work, you learn to speak it, but, regardless of how
competently you can reproduce it, musicology, like languages, require the
written component. Just because you can converse in a language does not mean
you can write it, let alone create in it. So the extra work still has to go
in."
   She looked at me and I squeezed her hand, "Go on..."
   "Suzuki tries to divide the spoken music from the written. Kids listen to
the pieces until they know the syntax - meaning they could hum it
accurately. Then they reproduce it on the instrument - it decreases the
curve and allows them to learn the physical aspects quicker. Perhaps of
greater value is that it permits starting the child at an earlier age,
before they can read.
   "Hopefully, the quick results give more of them the incentive to
continue, but, even if they don't, they may have enough to continue to ENJOY
their music." She paused, "That's the crossover point, conservatory music
teaches all aspects of music simultaneously, so it takes twice as long to
get to this point, but, unlike Suzuki, once you reach the sight-reading
stage, you're able to do quite a bit with the instrument. Many jazz and
professional pianists take off from here.
   "Suzuki method teaches the hand-ear relationship but they still need to
follow regular methods for the hand-eye-ear training. Of course that's for
the piano - for strings, there's more - the pressure and the angle of the
bow, for instance; the DISTANCE you play from the bridge makes a big
difference; how hard you press the strings with the fingers matters as well.
The list is endless - Celeste will know more about that." She took a breath,
"And that's just getting to know the instrument! For each piece, you go
through another, similar cycle - learn, practice, absorb, interpret,
express.
   "Then there's the physical aspects, no matter how gifted you may be
there's no way your fingers can play two-hundred notes a minute without the
training. On the piano, trills can run at over 500 notes a minute! And you
have to practice with virtually any pair of fingers!" She paused, "You know,
Mozart's daddy was for a long time more famous than his gifted son?
Unfortunately, Leopold was famous because he was the author of the Finger
Exercises that every pianist had to endure. And you cannot play the same
thing 2 hours a day without getting kinda sick of its author. Plus it's dry
and totally unmusical." She wiggled her fingers, "But at least I can say now
that I enjoy my music..."
   I slowed, "These ARE magical hands," I sighed as I kissed the finger
tips.
   She smiled sweetly and then looked around, "Is this the dam?"
   "Yeah," I showed her the lock and the fish hatchery, "The river takes us
the 45 miles to the ocean and," I pointed to the lake, "The house is that
direction, hidden behind the cliffs, a half hour by boat - or ten minutes if
Amanda drives." I amended.
   "Is she..."
   "Good, yes. It's because she understands mechanical things so well,
almost as if it's inborn, that she can push the envelope with little risk.
Sara is like that too but she approaches it scientifically, she has to study
and understand it first, then she OWNS it."
   "And you...?"
   "I'm not nearly as good. Most of the time I say screw it and let them
figure it out."
   "And then you screw them... Right?" She laughed, the lovely trill of a
silver bell.
   I laughed with her, "Do they make me out to be as bad as that?"
   "Who says it's bad? Between themselves they think you are the god's
gift." She glowed, "And I tend to believe them."
   "I can see I've got an impossible image to live up to!" I said as I
parked and took her hand.
   "The Marina will be crazy next week. We're adding another 2000 square
feet down by the water and construction will begin tomorrow. That's why I'm
leaving the car back here..." I looked around, "Funny, I don't see Celeste's
car!"
   Max was down in the shop and I introduced Sherri, "Another one?" He
grinned and shook her hand gingerly, as if afraid of bruising her.
   "Why are you working here on the weekend?"
   "We got 3 overhauls and a refitting to do - they saw the advertising at
the race. And Amanda's gone over to Harry's to help out." He grinned at me,
"It's good to see the place hopping again!"
   "Tell Amanda to call us when she needs a ride!" I said as we took our
leave.
   We loaded Dweebus with the stuff in the car, taking 10 minutes to get all
the stuff and text books in.
   We drove out slowly and watched the houses and cottages drift by, getting
a few waves from people. I did the 15 minute drill on boating and afterwards
Sherri steered with my arms around her. I asked her about her vacation.
   "OK, I guess, but it was weird at first. My folks took me to the places
that they knew I was looking forward to, but everything seemed bland and,"
she shrugged, "Even childish..."
   Sherri continued, "I realized I was in a different mind set when the
rides and attractions no longer interested me. It didn't feel like you." She
leaned back on me, "So we spent the rest of the time in the exhibits, and
then I could imagine you with me, telling me about the dinosaurs and distant
galaxies." She sighed, "And we would visit exotic lands and meet the people
and experience their culture." She kissed my cheek, "Or just cuddle like
this..." I smiled and held her to me as she confidently steered us past the
towering cliffs.
   "James..." Sherri sighed in my ear, "Seeing as I'm the new kid on the
block and everything, I have a question about protocol..."
   "Hmm?"
   "If someone's erection is poking me in my bum, is that someone expecting
me to touch it?"
   "Hmmm, depends if you have the patience to wait for it to go away on its
own. If you're in a hurry, then you'd best be prepared to take matters in
your own hand..."
   She squirmed around inside my clothing a bit, "Like this?"
   "Ahhh, seems you have a good grip on things..." I sighed, and moaned as
she licked my ear and started moving her hand.
   "James, I have another question..." She waited for me to wheeze a
response, "Hypothetically, if a young lady is in your arms, and she has a
need to be touched. What would be the proper way for her to approach it?"
   "Ahhh..." She slowed enough for me to speak, "Usually the young lady can
ask politely, but, considering the fact that the hired help is not overly
bright, she may have to show him what to do..." I gulped as she pondered the
answer - by pumping her hand on me.
   "But supposing the hypothetical young lady is steering with one hand and
is busy with her other hand, do you think the hired help can locate the
areas that needs touching, unassisted?"
   "I... Mmmph!" She resumed working me over as I slipped my hand under her
T and up to her breasts.
   "Ahhh," she breathed in my ear, "The hired help appears trainable...
Mmmm. I like that - I like your big hands on me." Her hand was still moving
on me but without the precision she was showing before.
   "Uhhh, Sher..." I grunted, "T-turn in here..." Her hand stopped, seconds
from splashdown.
   She let me take the wheel and rubbed her butt on me. "Uhhh, d-don't move!
I'm close!" Gingerly I nudged the boat against the dock, afraid to set off
any hard jolts. "Ahhhh, we're there!"
   She turned, "Don't move, James..." and slowly slipped down, working my
pants off. My cock was swimming in secretion as her tongue slipped out and
tasted me. With a soft smile she started licking.
   "Uhhhh, uhhh..." I gasped sincerely, gripping the wheel tight to stop my
hands from ramming her face down on me.
   "Ohhhh!" I moaned as her mouth settled and she added her hands. My head
fell back as my hips started bucking into her tender heat. With a shudder  I
came, I shot and shot again, deliciously, as she gently milked my lust with
her softness.
   "Sherri! Don't swallow - you have to share!"
   Sara, Brenda and Celeste were on the docks watching us, smiling, holding
Dweebus against the gentle current.
   I handed a smiling Sherri off the boat. Sara caressed her face, then
joined their lips together. Then Brenda got her minute and finally Celeste
clung to her and they shared a tender kiss.
   "Welcome to The Eyrie."


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