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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by
sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading
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without the consent of the author.
JC: Oliver Brown
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003
Chapter 4
The sixth year student sat down at the table across from Oliver
right after he had taken a bite of his sandwich. Oliver chewed and
swallowed, chasing it down with some milk. He looked up at the
student and asked, "What can I do for you?"
"I was curious about something."
Oliver examined the young lady carefully. She had a very nice
glow and almost no black spots over her heart. He said, "Ask
away. I'll answer if I can."
She looked around as several other students joined her. Comforted
by her classmates, she finally asked, "Why is it that most of the
faculty spend their meal times in the first year dining room?"
Oliver looked at her for a moment considering how to answer.
Instead of answering, he asked, "What do you think motivates the
faculty to do that?"
Blushing she said, "Because they like to look at all of the young
students running around naked."
Looking as though he took her answer very seriously, Oliver
nodded. He asked, "How many times did you need to be counseled
this year?"
Eyebrows drawn down, she frowned as she said, "None. Why?"
"How many times did you need to be counseled last year?"
Looking at the other students first, she answered, "Twice."
"Ah, now the telling question," said Oliver. He asked, "How many
times did you need it the first year here?"
"Thousands, I think."
Oliver nodded at the honesty of the answer. He asked, "Let me ask
one final question. What do you think motivates the faculty to
spend as much time as possible with the first years?"
A minor black spot started disappearing over her heart as she
answered, "They need you more than we do."
"Very good," replied Oliver. The black spot vanished as she fully
understood the reason.
One of the other students asked, "So why are you here today?"
Oliver laughed at the assumption that they were no longer needed.
He answered, "I could say that it is because there are still times
when you need us, but that might not be the whole truth. Perhaps
in my case, I should say that there are times when I need you."
Taken aback by his answer, the woman asked, "You need us?"
Oliver looked around the room before he answered, "With the first
years, it is mostly us giving to them. We spend our time helping
and directing them. It is easy to get discouraged when you see the
same argument a hundred times. Then we come up here and it is
nice to deal with equals. You have balance, you give and you
receive. You don't demand, but request. We can provide or not
based on our ability, rather than be subject to the demand to do
something that helps even when others would be better."
The entire group was staring at him in amazement. He asked, "Do
you feel that I am flattering you unjustly in considering you
equals?"
The young man answered, "Well, you have a brown robe. How can
you consider us equals?"
Oliver stood up and removed his robe. He sat down on the chair
naked. He looked at them and said, "The robe reflects my service
to the Gods and Goddesses. It is not a measure of me as a person."
The young woman looked at his large cock and then teased, "We
haven't had a naked instructor around us for three years. Aren't you
afraid that we'll take advantage of you?"
"We're equals here. I know that means that you won't take
advantage of me," replied Oliver with a smile.
The crowd of young men and women started to disperse. The
woman said, "Thank you for taking the time to talk to us. I think
we needed to hear what you said."
Oliver was silent for a moment and then asked, "Would you or
your fellow classmates like to visit the first year dining room
during lunch or dinner?"
"I don't know. Is there a reason you are asking?"
Oliver smiled at how she treated his question. Rather than
answering without knowing all of the conditions and ramifications
of the question, she chose to get more information first. This was
going to be a very successful group of students. He answered,
"Well, you will be leaving here one day to go forth in the world.
You will meet all kinds of people. I was wondering if dealing with
the first years and helping them come to understand the lessons
that you have learned so well would help you in the world
outside."
She nodded as she thought about it. She answered, "It sounds good
to me, but I would have to talk to my classmates."
Oliver said, "Good. Come to me when you have had a chance to
discuss it amongst yourselves and I shall make the necessary
arrangements."
"Thank you again."
Oliver said, "It is I that should be thanking you."
She left the table and rejoined another two students at a table.
Looking over his sunglasses at them, he was amazed at how
brightly they shined. They would go far when they left here. He
looked up at the sky and said, "Thank you, for giving me this
opportunity."
Finished with his meal, he picked up his plates and cleared his own
table. He would have washed the dishes, but the kitchen staff
chased him out. They had learned a few key phrases that were
successful in keeping the Druids out of their domain. The one that
had been used on him this time was a request to allow them to
serve in their way. He smiled at the thought of how the staff had
undergone changes in just the four months they had been working
here.
He continued his trip around the campus. Every week, he set aside
one day to tour every part of the College. This included the parts of
the campus that were seldom visited by the students. The janitorial
staff, the mechanics, and the groundskeepers were all of interest to
him. Every person on the campus was important to him. He
enjoyed the tour tremendously.
He slipped into a classroom to listen to the lecture. His entry was
quiet, but the students and the instructor noticed, none the less. He
smiled and gestured for them to continue. He listened fascinated as
the instructor covered the history of war. The lecture resonated
with his service to the God. It was a very different presentation of
war than typically covered in a college class. It wasn't about the
politics of war or the morality of it. No, this was about the art of
war and the role that a thinking man held in determining the
outcome. The politics, morality, and historical aspects of war were
covered in other courses.
The instructor led the students through an exercise based on actual
battles of the American Civil War. The exercise went extremely
well, with the students identifying options that, to his knowledge,
had never been discussed in any historical paper on the subject.
They had even kept themselves limited to the rules of warfare that
were followed at the time. Several of the students had
demonstrated absolute brilliance in the area. He left before the
class was over.
He glanced at his watch realizing he was late and hurried to the
administration building. It was on the opposite end of the campus
from the classroom he had been visiting. His excitement must have
been apparent to everyone, as no one moved to delay him in his
trip. He cut through the library and the first year dorm. People held
doors open for him as he moved through the hallways.
He reached the front doors of the administration building in record
time. Looking through the door, he hoped to see a new car pull up
in the driveway. There wasn't one there and disappointment
washed over his body. He started when Ling said, "She hasn't
come yet. Her plane ran a little late."
He turned and looked at the woman. She had the bright shine that
was common amongst the Carter Family, but there was a lot of
black over her heart. It was time for him to address that. He said,
"John says you are a consummate professional as a body guard."
She nodded her head and looked at him with curiosity. He
continued, "You live in one of the most loving families I have ever
seen."
She nodded wondering what point he was going to make. He
added, "Yet, you have more hate in you than all of the rest of them
put together."
She glared at him and spat out, "No, I don't."
He looked out the door for a moment, hoping that the car would
pull into the parking lot. He countered, "You hate everyone and
everything that you perceive as a threat to your family."
She replied, "That's normal."
He turned and looked at her with the kind of directness that made
most people nervous. Ling stood there defiantly. He said, "Not for
a bodyguard. That kind of hate makes you totally ineffective as
their protector."
"No it doesn't."
Looking at her for a minute, he said, "You haven't been able to
protect them since you married into the family. I would say that
makes you a lousy bodyguard."
She was silent for a long time. Her emotions fluctuated between
anger and frustration. She was angry with him for his perception
into something she thought she had kept secret. She was angry
with herself because it was true. She was frustrated because she
didn't know what to do about it. He watched her struggle with her
feelings. Emotions that she had been attempting to lock away burst
out in a single flood. She broke down in tears as she finally said, "I
know."
He stepped up to her and held her while she cried. She cried long
and hard. Throughout, he rocked her in his arms, whispering little
words of encouragement to her. Finally she calmed down, stepped
back wiping her eyes and asked, "How did you know?"
He answered, "I listen to what people say. John always says that
you are one of the best security persons in the business, but every
time your actions are discussed they sound more like a she-bear
defending her cubs."
Pain ripped through her as she recognized the truth of his words.
He continued, "You stopped being a security consultant. Why?"
She answered, "All of the jobs I was offered required me to leave
the family for too long. Most of those jobs are for six months or a
year. I couldn't stay away that long."
He nodded and said, "So you became a cop instead."
"Yes, I did."
"And it wasn't anywhere near as satisfying, was it?"
She sighed as she acknowledged the truth to herself. In fact, she
wasn't even that good of a police officer. She answered, "No it
wasn't."
He looked at her for a long time and then asked, "Have you
thought about teaching self-defense here?"
She smiled and nodded. She had dreamed about teaching self-
defense for a long time. If she couldn't act directly, maybe she
could act indirectly by making sure they could save themselves.
She said, "I have, but I don't think it would be right for me to teach
here. I'm not a Druid."
He reached out and took her hands in his. Raising them to his lips,
he kissed them. He said, "I think you would be perfect. Now go
and make John or Ed happy."
He watched her leave. There was a significant decrease in the
darkness around her heart. He laughed as he wondered how long it
would take her to remove those last few spots of black. He turned
and looked out the door, waiting for the car to arrive.
Kelly stepped out from behind a post. Misty eyed, she looked at
him and said, "Thank you."
"For what?"
She looked at him with tenderness and love as she said, "You have
helped Ling more in that single conversation than I've been able to
accomplish in ten years."
He watched as she walked over to a bench near the door and sat
down. He wondered what she had to say, but bided his time. She
would say it when she was ready. She asked, "You are waiting for
Catherine?"
Laughing, he jokingly asked, "You mean that all of my talk about
her arrival today was wasted?"
She shook her head in the negative. In an introspective tone of
voice, she said, "I remember when I was putting together the
family. I wanted a wife and two husbands more than anything else
in the world. I demanded that everyone have sex with everyone
else. I was so possessive of the marriage in the beginning. It was
my marriage and nobody was going to mess with my vision for it.
John rather forcefully reminded me that it was our marriage, not
my marriage."
Oliver refrained himself from asking how that occurred despite his
curiosity. He asked, "So what happened?"
"I discovered that my vision of a group marriage paled beside the
real thing. Our home is like a castle. Yet that is nothing to how I
feel when I'm surrounded by the family. I am a princess when they
are around. You might not believe this, but every desire that I ever
had about my life was fulfilled. I need or want nothing more than
what I already have."
Oliver asked, "Has that changed?"
She answered, "Not at all. There are times when I feel that I might
not be a very interesting person any more. I always wanted to help
people heal. I serve the Goddess and she gave me that gift. I can
have sex with a person that has been battered beyond belief and
heal them. It is a dream come true for me. However, it's an
interesting topic for five minutes, but then it pales."
Confused, he asked, "Are you happy?"
"Happy?" she asked. She laughed aloud for a minute and then
answered, "I'm deliriously happy. I can't imagine being happier."
He asked, "So what's the problem?"
She understood the source of his confusion. She smiled and said, "I
don't have one. I am totally satisfied with my life. Some people
might consider me dull because I don't have any great conflicts in
my life. They won't write any stories about my life. How do you
have a book that starts with, she lived happily ever after?"
"So why are you telling me this?"
She came over to him and held his hand. She answered, "I only
wanted to let you know how rewarding marriage could be. There is
nothing greater or more pleasurable than being married to the
people you love. I wanted to wish you and Catherine the same
happiness that I've had. I can't imagine anyone having a better life
than me, but I hope that you have a chance to have one at least as
good."
Oliver was touched. A simple silver thread extended from her to
him. She truly cared about his happiness. Lowering the sunglasses
despite the bright glow, he looked at her so that she could see his
eyes and know what he felt. He answered, "Thank you very much.
I really appreciate that."
She could see that her words had been taken in the spirit in which
they had been meant. She said, "Well, I'll let you wait for your
young lady. You won't need me around when she arrives."
Oliver laughed as he said, "I doubt we'll notice if you are."
She chuckled as she went off in pursuit of Ling. It was time to
remind Ling how much she meant to her. She stopped and looked
back at Oliver as he looked out the door for his girlfriend. It
brought a smile to her as she remembered the story of John waiting
for Beth. She went after her wife, seeking a nice relaxing time in
her arms and to love her wife. There is never an occasion when it
is not a good time for love.
Oliver went out to the parking lot to wait for Catherine. She finally
showed up about the time that he had worn a path in the grass from
pacing back and forth. Racing over to the car, he flung open the
door as soon as she powered off the car. In seconds, they were in
each other's arms, laughing, kissing, and crying of happiness. In
the nature of true lovers, they were totally unaware of their
surroundings.
Their embrace was interrupted by a bear rubbing his head against
their legs, almost toppling them. Oliver looked down and said,
"Hello Fluffy."
Catherine asked the bear, "Where's Sid?"
The bear wandered over to Sid who stood there looking
embarrassed. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "He wanted to
say hello. What can I say?"
Catherine called over to Fluffy, "That's okay Fluffy. I always enjoy
seeing you too."
The bear roared its pleasure as the two of them wandered off into
the woods. Sid and the bear made quite a pair.
Oliver and Catherine went to the instructors apartments. He set up
the door to answer to her palm print in addition to his. Once inside,
she looked around the room. Pleased with the apartment, he led her
through the various rooms and set her luggage in the bedroom. She
commented, "My goodness, didn't you decorate at all?"
Her assessment was totally the opposite of his. He had been
overwhelmed by the apartment and its furnishings. She was
looking for more. He said, "I thought I would leave that up to you."
She turned to him and winked knowing that he had not thought
anything of the sort. It was clear that he hadn't even thought about
decoration. She said, "Wait here while I take a shower. Then I
want you to take a shower and come into the bedroom once I'm
ready for you."
He was rather surprised by the formality of her request. He was
going to suggest that they shower together. Disappointed, he asked,
"You don't want me to join you in the shower?"
She coyly replied, "You'll spoil the surprise."
He smiled and said, "Okay, go ahead. I'll wait here patiently until
you are done. But I have to warn you that when it is my turn to
take a shower, it is going to be the quickest one in history."
She laughed at the clear impatience on his part. She said, "You still
can't come in until I'm ready, so take your time."
He waited outside the door of the bathroom. As he stripped off his
robe, he called out suggestions of what he wanted to do with her.
When he heard the water turn off, he called out, "Then I'll lick your
clit and watch you tremble as orgasm after orgasm rushes through
your body."
She called back, "Quite trying to ruin my plans. You're getting me
too horny."
Looking down at his erection, he called back, "You're horny? You
should see my cock."
"That will definitely make me too horny."
He heard her giggling in the bathroom. The door flew open and he
hoped to examine her lovely naked body, but she had covered
herself with her robe. His disappointment was clearly written
across his face. She tittered as she ran into the bedroom while he
was left with a very stiff erection.
This was the quickest shower of his life. He had to slow down
when it came time to wash his erection, knowing he would have
sprayed his come all over the shower wall if he had been the least
bit energetic. He dried himself with a very soft towel, taking the
same care in dealing with his cock. Looking in the mirror, he
realized that over the few weeks that he had been here that his
glow had increased and a number of dark spots had disappeared. It
was amazing to see such changes in himself and not even realize
they were happening.
He went into the living room and walked over to the bedroom
door. It was shut and he knocked. She called out, "No yet, Olli."
He grunted in frustration and paced in front of the door. His erect
cock swung from side to side like a metronome as he walked. The
sight was almost comic, but his desire for her was not. Impatient,
he knocked again. In response, she shouted, "Give me just a few
more minutes!"
He stood at the door trying to relax. The longer he stood there, the
more his imagination excited him as he pictured her on the other
side of the door with her long hair and naked body waiting for him.
What possible surprise she could have for him? Driven by need
and curiosity, he almost tore the door down when she called out,
"You can come in now."
He stopped on entering the room, his mouth open in surprise at
what he saw. She was reclining on her left side with her upper
body supported above the bed by her bent elbow, her left leg was
straight with her right leg bent at the knee. Her pose was not what
caught his attention. She was actually wearing a half bra, garter
belt, silk stockings, and shoes with very high heels. Everything
was a matching red. She looked gorgeous posed like that.
She giggled at his reaction and gestured with her index finger of
her right hand in a come hither motion. Stepping forward in a
trace, he reached the bed not realizing he had moved. He said,
"You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen."
She laughed and said, "I bet you say that to all of the nearly naked
women you find lying in your bed. Now get over here before I
come without you."
He moved over to the bed, his cock bobbing as he moved. She
watched it with excitement and rolled onto her back, opening
herself for his attentions. Even before he settled on the bed, she
reached for his cock. He took her hand off it saying, "If you even
touch it, I'm going to come."
She giggled in pleasure at the knowledge that she could excite him
to such levels. He settled between her legs and ran a hand along
her silk stockings. Supporting himself with his elbows, he covered
her body with his and kissed her lips. It was like a shock of
electricity passed through them. He slowly worked his way down
her body with little love kisses. The half bra allowed free access to
her nipples. He took his time at her breasts, her excitement clearly
demonstrated by the blush of her skin and the hardness of her
nipples.
He reached her belly button and probed it with his tongue. The
garter belt gave a nice contrast to the texture of her skin as it
rubbed against his chin. He kissed the skin along the edge of the
garter belt with surprising results. The act excited her to the degree
where her hips were reaching for him, attempting to bring her
moist womanhood in contact with him. As he worked his way to
her nether region, she practically inched up the bed to speed up his
progress.
He ran his tongue along her swollen lips enjoying the fragrance
and the taste of the excited woman beneath him. His tongue
explored her hidden crevices, taking pleasure in all of the folds of
skin. Gasping and groaning as his tongue explored, her hands
reached down to grab his hair. This only increased her frustration
since the short cropped hair left nothing for her to grab. Her legs
folded around him, locking him between her legs. Held just short
of that point where she would explode, he didn't give her enough to
take her over. Frustration, excitement, and sensations long missed
helped drive her to higher and higher levels of arousal.
His tongue finally flicked up to her swollen clit provoking a
scream as her orgasm washed over her. Locking her legs tightly
around him kept him in that position. The fresh flood of juices, the
amazing sight of her orgasm, and the long need for her touch,
nearly made him come. Pre-come seeped from the end of his cock,
lubricating it for the anticipated entry into her hot cunt.
When she had come down enough to talk, she managed to squeak
out, "Fuck me. Fuck me now."
He moved up and placed his cock at her steamy entrance. Rather
than slamming it into her, he rubbed her lips with the head of it. He
knew that he would only last a minute once he entered her. The
choice was not his to make as her legs wrapped themselves around
his ass and drew him into her. Pent up desire, the excitement of the
woman under him, and the feeling of silk stockings against his skin
combined to unleash the animal within. He started thrusting,
savagely and strongly. His body dictated his timing and strength.
The entire bed started rocking as his thrusts became ever stronger.
She had wrapped herself around him and now made those noises of
pleasure that have never been captured as words or recorded in a
movie. This was the real thing, a true connection between lovers
lost in their sexual union. The universe had narrowed down to only
their existence.
He bellowed his excitement with grunts and was answered by her
screams. Wrapping his arms around her, his hands on her
shoulders, pulled her onto his cock even deeper. He exploded
within her. All pretense of civilization fled as human animal mated
and climaxed with human animal.
After coming down, he slowly rolled off her. He held her in his
hands, enjoying the feel of her hot flesh against his. She snuggled
into him, enjoying the feeling of safety that the strength of his arms
suggested. Merely seeking pleasure in maintaining touch, his hands
traced her skin randomly.
After thirty minutes of that intense emotional sharing, she broke
the silence in the room and coyly asked, "I take it you enjoyed my
surprise?"
He teased her by asking, "What surprise?"
She giggled as she said, "My high heels, of course."
He answered, "I loved it all. I've never seen you wear anything like
this in the past. To say the least, I was so overwhelmed that I
almost came on the spot."
She reached down and pulled off the high heels. He watched her
and asked, "Why are you taking them off?"
She blushed from embarrassment as she answered, "I haven't
figured out how to walk in them yet and I have to go to the
bathroom. Some naughty man filled me up with all kinds of fluids
that are now leaking."
Laughing, he watched her stand. It was easy to appreciate the way
her ass was framed by the straps of the garter and rolled as she
walked. It had the effect that some fashion designer intended as his
organ started to refill with blood. Her red legs encased in red silk
stockings drew his attention. He got up and followed her to the
bathroom. Showering together would release the pressure within
his renewed erection.
Holding hands, they walked through the study area of the first year
dorm. Students were gathered in little groups at individual tables
discussing the day's lectures or working on assignments. There
were intense focused discussions as the students debated their
understanding of one topic or another. The tone in the room was
almost reverent, unlike anything on other campuses.
Catherine looked around at the naked students. She was amazed to
see so many young bodies. The variety of body types on display
was truly staggering. There were people with large bodies, thin
bodies, fat bodies, and frail bodies. Women with breasts of all
different sizes and shapes; some were pert while others had long
conceded to gravity. The men's cocks displayed tremendous
variety; circumcised versus uncircumcised was the most immediate
distinction, but the size, widths, and shapes were just as varied.
She wondered if half of Oliver's excitement arose from seeing the
naked coeds as they moved about their daily activities.
Reaching the nearly deserted dining room, they seated themselves
in an open area. Rather than sitting across from him where it would
be easier to see him, she sat next to him so that she could easily
touch him. She glanced at the menu surprised by the variety of
dishes that were served. She stopped reading at the first dish that
sounded good to her, knowing that she would have plenty of time
to work through the whole menu.
A pair of first year students came into the dining room and looked
around. Seeing only a few people, they moved to a private corner.
Catherine watched as the woman moved under the table and
proceeded to give a blowjob to the young man. She couldn't take
her eyes off the sight and could feel herself becoming excited. Her
voyeuristic nature surprised her.
She put her hand on Oliver's thigh and moved it up to his cock,
expecting it to be erect. It only began to get erect under her touch.
She looked over at him in surprise and asked, "Doesn't it affect
you?"
He leaned forward kissing her. He answered, "Of course, your
touch affects me."
She giggled and retorted, "I wasn't talking about that. I was talking
about the students over there."
He glanced in the direction of the students and turned back to look
at her. He asked, "How could they possibly interest me when I'm
with the most beautiful woman in the world?"
She blushed at the unexpected complement backed by a body gave
proof to his words. His cock was reacting only to her touch and not
the sight of the students. She leaned over and laid her head on his
shoulder. It seemed so unnatural that a women could be so content
in the presence of a man.
Beth skipped into the dining room, dressed in overalls with a pen
sticking from a pocket and a pad of paper under her arm. There
was a naturalness to her movements as she skipped around greeting
the students. Catherine watched her move around while Oliver
reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a small pair of
sunglasses. Catherine noticed his actions and looked at him with a
question in her eyes. He noticed and answered, "She glows so
brightly that it hurts my eyes."
Beth came over to their table and seated herself next to Catherine
as though invited. Extending a hand she said, "Hello, I'm Beth
Carter. You must be Catherine."
Catherine accepted her tiny hand and gave it a light shake. She
answered, "Yes, I'm Catherine. It is a pleasure to meet you Beth
Carter."
Beth smiled at her with a crooked grin that contrasted with her
apparent innocence. She said, "So you are the lady that has Oliver
wrapped around her little finger. I hope we are invited to the
wedding. I like weddings."
Oliver, curious about her statement, asked, "Why do you like
weddings?"
With an angelic look on her face, Beth answered, "I like to see the
Gods and Goddesses appear. I never get to see the God and the
Two-Side One except at the weddings."
The two adults looked at each other with incredulity on their faces.
Oliver asked, "Does that mean you see the Goddess at other
times?"
Beth answered, "Sure. We often meet in my dreams. She's funny
because she always dresses like the first year students. Little John
usually sees her too, but I think my other brother, William, talks to
the Two-Sided One. He never talks about it, though. He's kind of
strange, I think. Very deep and very quiet."
Catherine said, "I would love to meet your brothers. Do you have
any sisters?"
"Yes, I have a sister, Betsy. She's named after someone, but I don't
know much about the woman she was named after."
The waitress came to take their order. Oliver ordered an omelet,
Catherine ordered a vegetarian dinner, and Beth tried to order a
milkshake but ended up taking a glass of milk. Despite her
maturity in many matters, she was just a kid. It relieved some of
the doubts that Catherine had about raising a child in this
environment.
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