Miss Johansson

          Chapter 4.

          The first image to flit through my mind very early that Saturday morning caused me to remember Betty Bruns crying weakly, gleefully, “I guess so!”

          For a moment, I suspected my mind had been surrounded by a set of common diodes since nothing else could get inside to flit around in the Betty Bruns patterns that repeated, of Betty hugging me close, of her gasps and spurts as she fought for her breath while I hugged her back as if she could be pulled inside my body, of her tongue swirling deep in my ear as if that might be her only means of expressing herself right then. She had so much wanted me to feel as if I might know she belonged to me. That’s Betty, right there; she had spent the rest of the evening looking into my eyes and trying to convince me of how real she could be for me... And for Toby, too, of course. Can’t forget Toby in this triangle for it wouldn’t be a right triangle without him. Even with Toby involved, that isn’t a bad way to wake up on a Saturday morning.

          The second image to hit me that morning, and I mean hit, caused me to cringe. That’s as far as I got; just a cringe. It hurt too much to do anything else. Every muscle in my body seemed to be on high alert for the slightest pin prick. Those muscles didn’t bother to wait about sounding their alarms. Those alarms were screaming given even a hint in my mind of moving any part of my body. Saturday mornings after a Friday night football game is defined as hell, pure and simple. The only sensation that differed with my soreness came in the way of urgent necessity. If I hadn’t had to go so bad, I’d have never moved that morning.

          Mom and I had an agreement about Saturday mornings during football season. If I should wake up in need of help, she wouldn’t mind if I might awaken her. She wouldn’t like it, not necessarily, but she would do it for me. Actually, she never agreed to be that way until she saw my first game in which I played on the first string. That one look settled all of her doubts. One touch on her arm and she would get out of her warm bed, get dressed minimally, and then she would drive me to school where the coach had the locker room set up for the wounded. We left the house at Six A.M. We hadn’t coordinated a thing beforehand but Toby arrived in the locker room within two minutes of my arrival. Our mothers went somewhere to get coffee and donuts. There, they could talk about their crazy kids, the one’s who never got the word about bruises and bumps.

          Two hours later, most of that time spent soaking in the sauna and trying to get some feeling back in places that remained numb, I still didn’t feel like moving. Those nozzles on saunas just don’t spit it out hard enough to get anything greased. The breakfast the coach preferred for our consumption amounted to loads of carbohydrates while he admitted it might take the rest of the day for all that grease to hit the scraping spots.

          The only thing that kept my attention off all my pain came with the review of the film from last night’s game. I watched the game three times since the coach had a way of fast forwarding his machine. Listening to the coaches debate the events as all that film wound and rewound made for some interesting lessons for kids like Toby, me, and a handful of others who were in similar pain. Come Nine-Thirty, Mom had had enough. She sent word in for me to come out.

          Mom didn’t complain. She just had her own agenda for the morning and my schedule was about to intersect hers. So, I went home where I went to my room to let Nature reign. Actually, it didn’t reign very high. It sort of hovered about my bed since I still didn’t want to move very much. By then, Mom had paid her dues with me. She came into my room around Ten, all dressed to go shopping. She explained Dad’s away agenda and then hers before advising me to be careful if I used Dad’s old car before she returned from her shopping trip. She laughed at me as she saw the hard wince I gave her when she suggested I might move in any manner whatsoever. So, left alone in our house, I relaxed as much as I could and let Nature get back to work. I wished it would start working overtime right then.

          ~

          
          By the time I decided the Devil himself might be working my soreness, our telephone rang.

          Jesus! Can that telephone ring! And me the only one remaining in the house, of course. Maybe Dad or Mom needed something. Duty calls in such times. Defying all, I rolled off my bed and staggered to the telephone. It took me a second to find my voice, but somewhere beneath all my pain came this sound as if it might be me.

          “Hello, Suhr residence.”

          “Mr. Suhr?”

          The silence that followed shocked me. Fear captured my every thought. I couldn’t say a damned thing. Then I remembered praying for Nature to start working overtime. Sometimes, prayers are answered pretty quickly. I felt Nature hard at work right then. As soon as possible, I mustered up a squeak.

          “Yes, ma’am.”

          “You sound pretty beat up this morning.”

          “You’re hearing the best part...”

          “That’s what Mark tells me, Mr. Suhr. He wanted to wait and talk to you this morning but his golfing buddies came to get him before you returned from school. He wanted to give you a few hints on how you might get over your soreness more quickly.”

          “He didn’t happen to leave any of those hints with you, did he? Gosh! I’ll try about anything this morning!”

          “As a matter of fact, he did leave a few. That’s why I’m calling.”

          Looking around frantically for a pencil and paper for my notes, I learned I’d have to put down the phone first. “Can you let me get a pencil?”

          “No need for that, Mr. Suhr. Come over here this morning. I’ll show you what Mark likes to do for his pain. If you’d like that, of course.”

          Well, first thing to flit through my mind was the way Miss Johansson’s hand slipped off my swollen cock as she had me sandwiched to her desk. With her husband off golfing occurred to me, too. All my pain assumed a decibel lower in volume right then. Make that two decibels.

          “May I come now?”

          “That’s the idea, Mr. Suhr.”

          “Dress code?”

          “Whatever. I’m wearing my red cropped sweats and my white knit pajama top.”

          “I can change into sweats...”

          “No need to change, Mr. Suhr. Don’t waste your time. Come on over.”

          “Yes ma’am. I’ll be there shortly.”

          That sort of decision of mine might be called a no brainer.

          ~

          
          I know why people are scared of student drivers now.

          Scared, believe it or not, I had my doubts about making it to Miss Johansson’s place safe and sound. I parked Dad’s old car somewhere nearby and ran to her front door. I rang her bell and waited impatiently, fully expecting to be enveloped in her arms and to be given a thousand kisses... But it didn’t happen.

          Instead, Miss Johansson stood there appraising my condition much as a nurse might, as if she knew how much I might be hurting. She waved me on inside her place and closed her front door behind her. Then she placed her hand at the small of my back to guide me into her kitchen where she invited me to sit at her table. Without asking me about my druthers, she walked to her refrigerator where she tugged a container of orange juice from a shelf. Sitting her container on the table, she walked over to a cabinet for two glasses. Then she poured each of us a full glass, as if her therapy might start with the juice. I took a gulp as soon as she gave me mine.

          “Don’t drink that too fast, Mr. Suhr. That’s not just orange juice. It’s Mark’s remedy, the one he polished up with in college football. You’ll be feeling better in no time, I suspect. Before you grow numb, however, tell me where you hurt the most right now.”

          “I hurt the most everywhere! Jeesh! Neck and shoulders, first, I suppose. Then the lower back. Then the thighs.”

          “Hands OK? Wrists?”

          “I haven’t been thinking of them. They must be OK today.”

          “We’ll work on them anyway, Mr. Suhr. I’ll start with your fingers and toes and work up. But first, tell me what you think about Betty’s decision to join your merry little organization.”

          “Miss Johansson, I can’t help but think you talked Betty into joining. I saw you when you took her hand and took her to your office. I’m assuming you made her change her mind. Until then, I thought she might turn us down. You made the difference, I suspect. I think I should be saying thank you to you.”

          “I never seem to find a way to argue with you, Mr. Suhr. I did talk with Betty about you and Toby, and about your not-altogether-unique plans for her. She deserves that much help in my opinion. After all, you two guys are picking on one girl. After I got through with her, she knew how to handle you two without a doubt about it. Now you two have your work cut out for yourselves. Betty will be doing a marvelous job as your queen bee. I’ll see that she does that very well.”

          “Do I detect a hint here? You’re working against Toby and me?”

          “On the contrary, Mr. Suhr. Without my help, you two would likely only get into trouble. I’ll help Betty so you two might become successful. Betty has the more difficult task. She will need my help if she is to succeed. She and I are seeing eye-to-eye on this matter. Now, while I choose to be helpful to Betty, it is my wish to retain your trust, and Toby’s as well, of course. I might be able to keep you two rough and horny guys out of trouble.”

          “I should back up a bit, Miss Johansson.”

          “Back up? How?”

          “Well, I set Toby up with a very foolish idea at the outset. I thought it might never come about. When I saw how Betty became so disturbed, I knew I had let things get out of hand. I made up my mind to stop it right there but then you rescued me.”

          “I rescued you?”

          “Yes ma’am. You took Betty in tow and that’s why we’ve succeeded in doing the impossible so far. As soon as Betty said, ‘I guess so,’ about joining us, a dagger of terror went through my heart. I became scared of what I had set in place for her. I sure didn’t have an idea how make things work.”

          “You were ready to turn back, weren’t you?”

          “Yes ma’am, I think maybe I was but, I saw you standing there behind Betty last night. You standing there made everything all right for me. So, you should understand me here, I’m trusting you like I’ve never trusted anyone in my life. I don’t care to hurt Betty... Nor Toby... Nor you, for that matter.”

          Those thoughts of mine caused Miss Johansson to give more thought to my wants. I could see her mind hard at work behind her eyes right then. I snarfed up about what was left in my glass of Mark’s remedy while I remained puzzled about where Miss Johansson might be leading me. I felt as if some words of wisdom might be about to hit me. Instead, she got up from the table and refilled my glass for me. “Drink up, Mr. Suhr. You’ll be needing it.”

          Dumbfounded as I was then, I watched Miss Johansson return to her seat. As she descended onto her chair, her breasts shook pretty hard. I thought she might be sending me a message there as her unbridled boobs shook and swayed. I wondered if I’d get a chance to push my hands beneath her pajama top at some point in our morning together. I’m afraid I got lost in her bosom right then.

          “Duplicity, Mr. Suhr!”

          So alerted, my head jerked up to allow me to meet Miss Johansson’s steady gaze. I saw the smile on her lips. She knew she had entrapped me as sure as she knew me. From her eyes I got the signal to wait, that my time would come. Funny how her eyes could say such a thing to me. I waited.

          “In the adult world, Mr. Suhr, duplicity takes on great importance. You say you’re doing one thing while you do another. You don’t lie about the matter because with a lie, you get caught. You may actually do what you say you’re doing but you also do something more that might even negate what you did. Am I making sense at all?”

          “Not since you said, ‘Drink up,’ I lost you...”

          “As I suspected, Mr. Suhr. You’ll have to trust me for a time, for sure. I’m getting at the risk you and Toby will be accepting as you implement your organization. You must provide for your cover. Once people get wind of what you’re doing they will expose you for whatever they find. You can’t afford to be exposed given what you wish to do with Betty and several other willing girls. So, you must come up with a cover plan. Only with a cover plan in place can you commence screwing around with Betty or any other girl. Are you sober enough to understand me now?”

          I looked at my second glass. Half full. I drank half of that and said, “I think so. A cover plan hides what we’re actually doing?”

          Miss Johansson got up from the table again and poured me yet another glass of Mark’s remedy. She sat back down with another of those mind shattering bobbling tricks as I wondered where I should be pointing my eyes. I didn’t feel near as sore as I had been when I arrived. I even thought of screwing Miss Johansson but that didn’t appear as a possibility as long as she called me Mr. Suhr. Maybe I wasn’t as sober as I thought I might be. So, I drank some more.

          “Duplicity is essential given what you’re about to do, Mr. Suhr. You see...”

          Maybe I saw and maybe I didn’t. Shit, who knows? Duplc.. Whatever the hell Miss Joh... She said. Miss Johansson still looked pretty good to me, though. I smiled real big but that might have given her a hint because she stopped talking and stared at me for a moment. She giggled, got up from her chair, walked around the table to tug me out of my chair, and then she led me into her family room where she had placed a quilt on the carpet in there. I felt kinda funny for a second. Standing still seemed to be a problem. Well, there was a reason... My jeans were down around my ankles for a minute. I kicked them out of the way as Miss Johansson tugged my shirt off, tossed it, grabbed my tee and did away with it, too. She pushed me down onto her quilt, onto my backside, while I was left wearing nothing but my skivvies. I wasn’t excited down there, not exactly.

          ~

          
          PAM, BAM, SAM, whatever, Miss Johansson sprayed the stuff all over me.

          That favorite teacher of mine began to knead my fingers, causing me to flex them as I twisted my wrists about. I got her signal then. Having had too much to drink, possibly, I didn't have much of a choice; I relaxed, gave in, and I let her do whatever she wished with my body. She worked at her chores, too, lifting my legs one at a time up over her shoulder and making me flex those muscles for her, too. Then she turned me over roughly, onto my belly, and from there she went back to work on my body. I couldn’t believe Miss Johansson had been so serious about my condition but, clearly, she had been all along.

          With a sharp slap across one of my buns, Miss Johansson ordered me, “Get up, hit the john, please. You probably don’t know you have the need but you do, I’m sure.”

          Having led me to her place, she waited for me while I learned of the truth of her words. I also felt a bit of life returning to my body, having become halfcocked by the time I finished taking a leak for my favorite teacher.

          Once outside Miss Johansson’s bathroom, I noticed two things immediately. I first noticed the perspiration covering Miss Johansson’s body. I had never expected to see her looking so worked out. And she did all that for me. I next noticed how much concern she held for my halfcocked condition. I wondered what more I could do for her right then. I shouldn’t have been so wondering.

          Back inside Miss Johansson’s kitchen, she gave me glasses of water to drink as she stood there making sure I did while studying her clock on her wall. Then she said, “Now, we’ll do a thirty minute work out together, slow and easy. Then you’ll need to dump that water load I just gave you. Exercise well for me and I’ll make you happy, Mr. Suhr.”

          I learned how it had become my turn to sweat so profusely. Miss Johansson assisted me in my exercises. She held my feet or hands, sat on my back as I did push ups, put together Mark’s weights, and whatever else she wished to keep me working rapidly for thirty minutes. Then, without another word, she pointed me to her bathroom. That trip was a more sober one. I stepped back outside with the hardest prick I’d ever had before and I looked for Miss Johansson as my matter of highest priority. Somehow, she managed to create this monster for me. At the least, I could let her see the product of her efforts.

          Well, my skivvies didn’t hide a dang thing. Miss Johansson not only expected me to present myself this way, she seemed as pleased as she could be about her success with me. I wanted to ask her if I could come back next week but I didn’t. I found her pointing her curling finger at me. I knew my destination; I’d be on her quilt again. And on my backside, with her sitting on her knees, straddling my belly.

          I wasn’t sure whether she believed I might be sober enough to talk. I wanted to be convincing but I wondered how. Finally, as I saw her sitting there above me so calmly studying my features, I said, “No more duplicity now, please.”

          The sparkles in Miss Johansson’s eyes explained much but her leer as her lips curled told me more. She fell down on her extended arms, her hands planted on the quilt above my shoulders, and held herself there, her pajama top suspended to let me have a hint of her cleavage. She looked into my eyes as she asked me, “What would you like to do most right now, Mr. Suhr?”

          My hands started at Miss Johansson’s waist and moved upward along her chest wall until I felt the sides of her heaving breasts. Slowly, I let my fingers twirl about those glands, surveying her territory carefully. Grasping her nipples between forefingers and thumbs, I twisted them only slightly while tugging at them a bit. Then, as if inspired, I pushed her pajama top upward enough to get my mouth positioned where I could suck to my heart’s content.

          That’s when Miss Johansson reached down between her legs as she raised her hips a bit. She fished for my prick so she could align it to her preference. Then her pussy assumed the alignment chore as her hips began to rock. The band of my skivvies, caught in the midst of her strides, chaffed the head of my prick as she drove herself so hard. Of course, her red chopped sweats gave her the semblance of cover, but still, I felt her expression of dire need. I looked up into a face challenged by its cravings.

          Well, talk about being challenged. Suddenly, I couldn’t do anything more but throw my head back tight. I felt my cock suddenly growing tighter, swelling more, and then spewing wildly, spurt after spurt. It hadn’t been my choice to do that but I couldn’t fight it. When at last I gave up, I felt Miss Johansson becoming most driven. I looked up into her face to find a mad woman with one thing on her mind. It hit her hard. It humbled her something tremendously. I thought her body parts might start flying off anytime now but they didn’t. Then, in a whimper, she fell down onto me completely as her heart continued to beat its madness for a time longer. She pushed her arms beneath my shoulders to obtain a grasp that secured her position over me. With her face buried in the dark of my neck, she made things clear enough; she didn’t intend for me to move.

          Her nuzzling beneath my chin soon alerted me of Miss Johansson’s refreshed spirit. The nibbles at my earlobe and the kisses along my neck in many places kept me entertained while she contemplated and waited as she felt necessary for whatever more my best tutor ever might have in mind for me. I ran my hands beneath her pajama top to caress her back and from there to push my hands beneath her sweats so I could reach her pantyless buns in some manner. She didn’t object to whatever I did but I couldn’t do much with her bosom so tightly pressed against mine. With one of my hands to each of her buns, I grabbed handfuls and held on tight as I savored the thrill of my contact there.

          ~

          
          Miss Johansson had something on her mind to say to me.

          I had managed to kiss the most delicious shoulder I'd ever imagined a time or two before Miss Johansson rose above me again. She held her upper body up on extended arms as her bright sparkling eyes seriously studied me for moments. Then, forcefully, she revealed a very determined course of action.

          “Mr. Suhr, you and I must come to an agreement. You must consider what I have in mind.”

          “Name it, Miss Johansson. I’ll do my best...”

          “Be sure that you do, Mr. Suhr. I’ll be depending on you to do just that.”

          Studying me even more, she took her time but then dropped her hammer hard.

          “First of all, Mr.Suhr, you belong to me now. Is this matter clear to you?”

          “I’m not sure...”

          “I’ll try to make it more clear, love. Listen, from now on, until you leave for college, at least, you are to have no sexual contact with anyone else but me unless I give you my permission to be with others. I’ll likely be giving you permission as we vet your membership for you, and for other, special occasions, but I don’t want you to be seeking or accepting sexual favors from anyone I don’t specifically authorize. Is this matter clear enough for you?”

          “Belonging to you might be my wildest fantasy, Miss Johansson...”

          “This is no longer a fantasy, love. This is as real as it gets. Will you agree to be mine alone to guide you through the next several months of your maturing sexual experiences?”

          “In other words, you intend to take charge of our organization with Betty...”

          “That and far more, love. I must have your agreement as I’ve requested, first. I intend to acquire the same agreement from Toby but I’ll get his through Betty. Betty has already agreed. You are unique to me however. I don’t want Toby to get close to me. That’s Betty’s job, to keep him corralled. You are my job, Mr. Suhr, and I intend to keep you very close to me. I want to know every facet of your love life and, in fact, I may be making up the bulk of your love life myself. My reasons are simple enough, Mr. Suhr. I simply want you for myself. Now, agree or disagree, those are your choices.”

          “Those aren’t choices because I can’t disagree. I can only agree. I’d be crazy to...”

          “Make it simple, simon. Agree or disagree.”

          “Agree! I agree!”

          “Good. I thought you would. There are some other things but I’ll get to them as needed. Kiss me now. Let’s seal our deal.”

          Falling back down onto me, Miss Johansson made use of her hands to guide my face as she lavished me with her most gracious kisses. Well, maybe it was just one kiss but it extended in ways I’d never imagined as she kept on lavishing me with her tongue becoming instrumental. She bit my lower lip to signal an end to her foray.

          Lifting her head up so she could study my facial features for the effect her lavishings had on me, Miss Johnasson allowed me to see for myself her satisfaction for having made me hers. Her rapidly increasing arousal couldn't be missed. I understood something right then. She intended to fuck me good whether I needed it or not.

          ~

          
          Miss Johansson, determined to take a certain course of action, is awesome.

          Pushing herself up and back down beyond my hips, Miss Johansson grabbed the band of my skivvies and tugged them down my legs and eventually off of my body. She tossed them aside as she stood up, shucked her red cropped sweats and then stood up straight there at my feet. I could see where her pajama top had sufficed to clear away much of my spewing but such a display was of no obvious concern of hers right then. Her curvaceous form held my greater attention as I focused on her pussy, her bush, her mound of perfection.

          Beginning with her hands at her hips and with one leg cocked slightly, Miss Johansson postured for me continually while occasionally glancing at my proud symbol as it began once more its steady rise to its most firm condition. I'd never imagined a woman holding me entranced as she did it then. Eventually, once she found my cock throbbing hard again, she dropped down, straddled my body, then she took those efforts to get me placed for my entry. Three dips sufficed to have me as deeply inserted as I could get. Her crazy smile grew wider as she bent down to cup my cheeks. She smothered me with yet another set of kisses. Then she raised back up and began what I imagined to be a pony ride.

          Sitting up proudly as she rode me in her fashion, Miss Johansson allowed me to watch her toy with me, to pleasure me in ways I’d never experienced. Her breasts were bouncing hard, jutting tightly against her pajama top. I reached up and shoved her top upward and with her help we managed to get rid of that obstacle to my vision. I held those melons as she continued to bounce for a time longer, pulling them down to my lips once or twice, until amidst my crazed sensations of her warm, wet pussy sliding up and down my cock, she caused me to spend wildly again.

          Without a show of concern for her own gratification, Miss Johansson got up onto her feet and motioned for me to do the same. Woozy as I was then, I almost didn’t make it to a standing position but with her support, I managed to follow her into her bedroom and on into a bathroom there where she led me into a shower stall. After a cleaning, we left that place with towels about us to go back into her family room. There, as we dried ourselves with our towels, she explained more.

          “Your PC muscles can stand some exercise, Mr. Suhr. I’d like to make a recommendation in that regard. You’re too quick to shoot and a stronger PC muscle can help you control yourself better. I have a gift I’ve made for you. The gift, if you use it routinely, might be of great value in time. You’ll need better PC skills if you hope to be servicing your harem of eager young ladies.”

          Reaching into a drawer of a table adjacent to her couch, Miss Johansson pulled out a foot long ribbon, perhaps it was about an inch wide, with two large fishing weights attached at both ends. She giggled as she turned to me and said, “You’re moving into a new kind of weightlifting, love.”

          “That’s not a lot of weight...”

          “Not for your arms, it certainly isn’t, but for your prick down here, it’s weight enough. Come on, get it up into a stiffie for me.”

          Getting it up as a command right then didn’t work, not exactly. That matter aside, Miss Johansson fell to her knees quickly and with her hands and mouth working me over, she had my boner as stiff as it might ever get in no time at all. Smiling as she sensed her success, she back away, applied her ribbon to the head of my cock and said, “Now, lift those weights as high as you can and then drop them down again by flexing your PC muscles. Good... Now do that ten times in a row, as fast as you can.

          “Good, now that was one set of ten lifts. Now let’s do nine more sets of ten lifts, again as fast as you can.

          “Think stamina, love. Think of me, if you must, think of something to keep your stiffie strong enough to keep lifting...

          “That’s great! That’s ten tens, right? Now, lift those weights and hold them up for thirty seconds before you let them down again.

          “Now, two more to make it a set of three.

          “Now two more sets of three. Hang in there... Keep it working... Think of fucking me, love... That’s good. Now, do ten sets of ten again and we’re through.

          “Every morning when you get out of bed, go through this exercise. Every night before you go to bed, repeat this exercise. If you can find an idle moment during the day, do the thing as much as you can. Carry your weights in your pocket if you’d like. Come by my office during your free periods and I’ll let you practice there if I don’t have an interference. Any questions about your assignment?”

          “This weight lifting is so important?”

          “You won’t believe how important it is, love. Trust me. You’ve never encountered a harem even in your dreams, have you?”

          “Not really. A harem is a bit outlandish for me.”

          “Not if your organization becomes the success it is likely to be. You must be prepared to perform or your organization will fold. Think about the effort you must make to service, say, six crazed females, all of them anxious to have their way with you as quickly as possible. It’s your dream, love. You set this up for yourself. Now, you and your comrade in arms must live up to your promises. Start working on this exercise program this very day. OK? Promise me?”

          “OK! I promise! Jeesh!”

          Miss Johansson giggled as she remained there on her knees to urge me on to do as she wished. Then, having my commitment made, she leaned forward and took my cock back into her mouth. Within three lavishing twirls of her tongue, I cried, “Please! Let me do something else...”

          Dropping off immediately, Miss Johansson looked up to inquire. “What would you care to do with this stiffie, love?”

          I pushed Miss Johansson backward, perhaps too hard. She continued to giggle as she bent herself to my wants. Spreading her thighs wide, she allowed me to find my entry with reasonable speed. I found myself thrusting so hard as to be shoving her bodily across her quilt. When I saw her head disappear beneath her couch, I had sense enough to stop, to pull her back out from beneath that crazy place. That’s when I discovered her highly aroused state. I’d made an impression on her with my maddened efforts. Once cleared from her couch, she twisted us about and then threw her arms and legs about me as she cried, “Fuck me hard, love!”

          Well, given such a request as that, I tried hard enough, I suppose. I drove her all the way back across her quilt of at least a hundred inches in length, and all along the way she whimpered in her crazed style until her gasps began while her pussy pulsed time and again. I rammed myself in as deep as I could and sprayed.

          ~

          
          Miss Johansson held me close as if to dispel all doubt; I belonged to her.

          Keeping my face buried in her neck while I fought for my recovery, my best teacher and tutor and lover waited until my heart stopped beating so drastically. Then she picked back up with her determined course of action for me.

          “Rule one is what, love?”

          “I belong to you alone?”

          “Don’t you dare forget this rule, love.”

          “I’ll try my best.”

          “It may become difficult for you.”

          “How so?”

          “Like tonight, love, you’re going to a party with Pauline.”

          “So, I can’t do Pauline without your permission.”

          “I’m giving you my permission to fuck Pauline all you want. Pauline is mine, too, you see.”

          “Really?”

          “Pauline is every bit that, has been for some time now. But, there’s more about tonight.”

          “More?”

          It’s not just a party you’re going to tonight. I’ve made some arrangements for you. So, tonight, you are to do as you’re told while at the party. Perform as you can and try to behave yourself - for the girls there are all close to me.”

          “You mean I may... More than Pauline?”

          “Pauline is not your target for this night. Let her party as she wishes. You’ll be shown the way once you get there. Relax and let things be. At first, you’re likely to feel lost in the crowd. It will be a crazed crowd, too, but within all that craziness there is a plan for you. Be cool and we’ll talk about your experience on Monday during your free period. OK?”

          “I believe I’m gonna love belonging to you!”

          “There are some other rules we’ll discuss later, love. Now, however, it might be a good idea for you to leave these premises. Mark said he’d likely return in another ten minutes or so. Do you feel better having suffered through Mark’s remedy with me?”

          “Shoot! Can we do it again?”

          “We’ll see, love. We shouldn’t plan too far ahead with matters such as this. I have a husband to keep, mind you.”

          Giving Miss Johansson my best kiss wasn’t a problem. Maybe it couldn’t have sufficed as a form of reciprocation but I felt like doing it anyway.

          ~

          
          I went straight home, as if I'd be crazy not to do so.

          I didn’t want to risk going anywhere else with the load I had on my mind then. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control my frequent erections given my likely continuing thoughts of Miss Johansson.

          Walking back into my bedroom around Three that afternoon, I pulled my weights out of my pocket. I had a boner already and the time to commence my routine. Three complete sets of my Johansson-inspired routine gave me time to contemplate my possible harem. That’s what dreams are made of, I suppose. And I thought I had been cute when I suggested to Toby that we should get organized to deal better with Betty.

          ~

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