Miss Johansson

          Chapter 5.

          My telephone rang again. That reminded me of the last time it rang. Shoot! I couldn’t believe it! I answered the phone realizing it couldn’t possibly equal the consequences of my last call.

          “Suhr, here.”

          “Brad? That you?”

          “What’s up, Tobe?”

          “Where the hell you been?”

          “Out. What’s up?”

          “We need to talk, buddy! Right now!”

          “OK, shoot, Tobe. What’s up?”

          “Not on the phone, no sir! Face-to-face, right now!”

          “OK. Where?”

          “I’m on my way there. See you in five.”

          I wondered what might be bugging Toby. Had Betty said something strange to him? He’s ordinarily calm about the biggest of calamities but this time... Hmm.

          ~

          
          Out of breath, Toby charged into my bedroom as if the devil herself might be after him.

          The fright Toby displayed caused me some concern, for sure. He took a position, slightly trembling, in the middle of my bedroom. Then, satisfied with my rapt attention, he shoved his right hand into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a ribbon of about a foot in length and held it up so I could see the extra large fishing sinkers attached. His ribbon being held high for me to see it made his elevated emotional state even more clear; he couldn’t control his trembles.

          Toby blurted, “You know who gave me this, Brad?”

          Well, a ribbon couldn’t be all that frightening, could it? Could Toby be frightened by who gave it to him? Did he feel compelled to use the ribbon? Macho man on defense against the little woman? Maybe he wanted reassurance without appearing to be asking for it. Whatever, I thought I could cool his ire.

          “Let me guess who, Tobe. Betty?”

          Surprise flashed across Toby’s face. “You know about this?”

          “I only know you are concerned about Betty. Ever since last night, you’ve been scared, haven’t you?”

          With a sudden shift into a try for showy self-confidence, Toby wished to assure me of his stability. “Not scared at all, Brad. I just want Betty for myself. That’s all.”

          “So, you don’t want us to organize after all?”

          Now Toby had to defend himself against me. He didn’t want to have to do that. He tried to explain himself better, to make whatever his frustrations might be more clear.

          “That’s it, Brad. I decided this after I got home last night. Then this morning Betty called me over, for a pow wow, she said. She powed and I wowed. Now she says I’m crazy if I don’t want us to organize. Am I crazy to you, Brad?”

          “You’ve always been straight with me, Toby. I don’t think there’s anything crazy about you. Tying Betty down after we fought her so hard to open up may be asking for a jolt, however. You put her through some tough play and now that she’s come around to your thinking, she may not appreciate the way your mind is shifting. It’s OK with me if you want to keep Betty to yourself but you aren’t likely to be successful trying that trick if she chooses to act differently. She said you’re crazy?”

          Toby’s depression hit him big time then. He shrugged his shoulders as he answered me.

          “She got this funny expression all over her face before she began laughing at me. I thought she might never end her laughing. I told her I loved her and that only made her laugh even more. I tell you, girls have me running scared about now.”

          “Why do you want to keep Betty to yourself, Tobe? What’s your concern here?”

          “She’s the only girl I’ve ever had before. That’s why, that’s my concern.”

          “You’re afraid you’ll never find another girl?”

          “Yeah. That’s about right. Betty’s something else...”

          “Even with Betty herself promising you about six new girlfriends almost immediately?”

          Agog, Toby's intense interest showed. “When did she say that, Brad?”

          “That’s our agreement with Betty, Tobe! That’s what she agreed to do for us if we let her join our organization! She said last night that she would join us! Betty’s in, Tobe! She’s our queen bee!”

          Toby wasn't sure how he missed Betty making her point that way. “Oh. I didn’t know that. When did she say that? She never told me...”

          “She jumped all over you last night, Tobe! I saw her do it! She told us right then! Why else would she jump both of us?”

          “Oh. You should’ve said something, Brad. I didn't know that. No wonder she laughed at me.”

          “Can you accept her now that she’s committed herself to our organization? She’s still your girlfriend but she’s also much more now. Can you go along with her wishes to be a part of our team?”

          “I don’t have a choice. Betty wouldn’t listen to me at all. I thought for a minute she might be more interested in you but she pulled this thing out here and shocked me out of my mind.”

          Hmm. Toby wanted to show his shock yet, for some reason, he had decided he didn't have to be trembling anymore. My friend Toby seemed to be grandstanding for a reason. Perhaps he couldn't help himself; he wanted to share, to tell me something.

          “How did Betty shock you, Tobe. That’s a ribbon. You’re not afraid of a ribbon.”

          Toby blushed, big time. “Well, she had me down in their basement early this morning. She told me to drop my pants. Now that’s shocking enough.”

          “You dropped your pants for Betty, didn’t you?”

          Toby's sham shame couldn’t hide his pride nor his showy grin as he replied, “Well, yeah! ‘Course, I did! What else... Betty knew I would. She insisted, in fact. So, I dropped’em quick. Then she played with me for a time. I couldn’t believe my dear little Betty, the girl who threw a book at you, would play with my cock like she knew what she might be doing!”

          “Betty knew what she might be doing, right?”

          “Yeah, she did!” That much said, Toby’s pride took a dive as signs of his most profound curiosity arose. He explained.

          “But... Betty pulled out this ribbon shit and put my silly cock through its exercises! I asked why, she says it’s necessary if I’m to take her cherry! What’s the Goddamn exercise got to do with taking her cherry?”

          “Betty said that? She said the exercises would be necessary if you wanted to take her cherry?”

          “That’s exactly what she said, Brad! I couldn’t believe her!”

          “Wow! That probably means Betty has us set up already! She’s smart, that Betty is! Listen to me a minute, Tobe! Here’s why the exercises might relate to real cherry busting work. You see, our deal with Betty is for her to be our queen bee. As such, she gets to watch us take the cherry of every other member who wishes to join our organization. This means that as she watches, she has the right to expect of us our strongest showing. She wants to make sure her friends, the girls she offers to us for their first real hard fuck, get the strongest cocks available anywhere around. It’s a common sense self defense for Betty. She simply can’t go around advertising weenies, can she?”

          “Hell, Brad! The coach has records! I bench the biggest load, more than any other on the whole Goddam team!”

          “The coach ever test your prick before, Tobe?”

          “Well, no. Not exactly my prick, but...”

          “Betty tests pricks, Tobe. She wants assurance that she’s getting the finest, the best. She knows already who likely has it but she can’t afford to chance a weenie. There’s nothing as important as a strong prick is to a solid fuck. So, Betty wants proof. She wants to know if you can handle the load she has in mind.”

          “What kind of a load are we talking about here, Brad? A pussy is a softy, it’s a wet sock... Hell, we don’t see them out exercising their squishy twats!”

          “You been looking for girls out exercising their squishies lately, Tobe? Shouldn’t Betty have a better idea about what girls do for exercises? Shouldn’t we trust our Betty to lead us in the right direction, to prepare our pricks for all that pussy initialization she expects us to be doing for her?”

          “Pussy initialization? Oh, fancy way to say cherry busting, right? What’s all that mean?”

          “All that means Betty is likely to have us set up already. She already knows what our first workload amounts to, like the number of pussies to be initialized. So, if she’s picked out say six girls to join with us already, then that means she expects us to perform for all of them, like all six or seven of them at one time! If you aren’t prepared to fuck six or seven women at one time, one right after another, then you can’t do all of them. Some would be real pissed and laugh at you once you’ve lost your load and can’t do it anymore. See? The exercise is important if you want to screw with an entire harem!”

          Toby looked as if he had seen a ghost or something. Then after a moment more of silence, he produced his finest leer as he more or less snickered as he slobbered, “Hee hee! No shit? How did we get from Betty to six or seven girls at once? Betty did this? Is that why she’s laughing at me? She thinks I can’t fuck a harem for her? Hell, I can fuck a whole Goddamn harem! Well... I can, can’t I?”

          “You ever fuck one girl before, Tobe?”

          Suddenly more circumspect, Toby replied, “Well, no. Not exactly.”

          “Then maybe Betty has something to say to both of us. The exercises are important for your satisfactory sex life, even if you never get a chance to fuck a harem. So, Betty is being kind to you when she suggests you should exercise a lot with your ribbon. Now, listen up here. Miss Johansson has explained something like this to me herself. In fact, she has given me a ribbon, too, one just like yours. I didn’t know Betty would give you a ribbon, too.”

          “Oh! So I’m not doing this by myself! Now that’s a different matter...”

          “This is getting to be a far more serious matter, Tobe.”

          “What do you mean, more serious?”

          “Betty, and even Miss Johansson, will know the difference between us.”

          “We’re not all that different, Brad! Hell, we’ve been seeing everybody on the team for years!”

          “You’re right there, Tobe, but... We haven’t been testing each other’s personal pecker power, have we?”

          “That’s what Betty’s doing here? Testing personal pecker power?”

          “Not to worry there, Tobe. No doubt, you’ll have Betty’s top power quotient.”

          “You sure about that, Brad? I’ve never been really tested this way before...”

          “Now you see why Betty wants to help you, right, Tobe?”

          “Why would Betty...”

          “Betty’s agreed to sit by your ass every damned day at school, Tobe. She loves you, at least to some degree, don’t you think? You are her pride and joy but since she doesn’t yet know of your real personal pecker power, she’s going out of her way to make sure you wind up on the top of her list! That’s reason enough for you to practice more, right?”

          “Oh! I see now! Betty acted as if she owned my personal pecker power this morning, Brad! Her fingers felt so fantastic! Her eyes were wide open as she took in my scene! She actually kissed the head of my prick, Brad! I thought I might spew all over her then! Had a hard time controlling stuff, let me tell you!”

          “That’s Betty’s whole point right there, Tobe! Controlling stuff is what personal pecker power is all about! Betty gave you a simple test right there as she kissed your prick! When you realized how hard it was to control yourself, you learned from your dear Betty’s pleasure how much you need her exercises! Betty showed you why you must improve yourself, especially if you want to fuck an entire harem for her!”

          “Damn, Brad! Betty’s smart! I’ve never thought about...”

          Tobe, you know that Betty decided to join us because Miss Johansson told her to do it, don’t you?”

          “Miss Johansson told her to?”

          “Miss Johansson runs Betty’s show, Tobe. You fuck with Betty, you fuck with Miss Johansson.”

          “Brad, Betty's not giving out fucks. She handing out weights. You're saying Miss Johansson's telling her to do all this to me?”

          “What’s more, Miss Johansson will tell Betty to swear you in to being Betty’s alone unless Betty gives you permission to do someone else, right?”

          “Betty did mention something like that, yeah.”

          “And you agreed to be Betty’s alone?”

          “Yeah, but... That’s exactly what I told her when she laughed so hard at me! She laughs out loud on one hand... and then she turns around and demands me to swear to her on the other hand! This girl shit is crazy, man! Are we supposed to swear ourselves to them?”

          “Relax, Tobe. Swearing about what Betty wants is easy. Nothing to stop you from doing whatever else you wish except if Betty learns about something else going on, she might refuse to be associated with you anymore. I swore to belong because I felt like it might be my best alternative between now and the time I go to college. Betty guaranteeing us six or seven pussies to play with is more than I can get on my own. How about you? Can you get five pussies by yourself?”

          Toby didn't want to go there. Maybe he assumed his answer would be obvious to me. Instead, he looked for his own assurance. “Brad, Betty’s still pretty smart, I know, but now you’re saying that what I’ve already done is OK?”

          “Not only is it OK but you have a big promise from Betty if you’ll practice with your ribbon every chance you get!”

          “Hee hee! Dang! I can lift a few weights, can’t I?”

          “Don’t rupture yourself, Tobe!”

          “My prod? No chance!”

          I thought Toby had finally found some peace within himself by then. At least, he seemed content enough for me to probe more.

          “Can I ask a question about you and Betty, Tobe?”

          “Sure. Why not, Mr. Vice President?”

          “Did you take Betty's cherry this morning? More to the point, can I have a go at her yet?”

          “I wish. I thought she might let me. She had me ready to shoot more times than I could count but she only toyed with me using her silly-assed damned weights.

          “Betty already knew how to teach you to use the weights, Toby?”

          “Yeah, Brad. How did she know that already?”

          “What exactly did she teach you?”

          “Betty taught me where to put the ribbon, for example. When it slipped down she complained, saying it wouldn’t work there. She knew the specific place on my crown to place that ribbon so it wouldn’t come off. She had to have seen it before to know that much, wouldn’t she?”

          “I wonder where she saw it before, that being the case. Maybe a video tape?”

          “I never saw it on a video tape, Brad. I’ve seen a bunch of them, too.”

           Suddenly a light flashed someplace. I saw conflicts occurring in my mind. On one hand I saw Betty Bruns trying her best to make me feel as if she is a part of us while on the other hand I saw Betty Bruns becoming more experienced than I might expect her to be yet. She knows too much about the specifics of a man’s PC exercises. On one hand I saw Miss Johansson helping Betty Bruns in the sense of rescuing me while on the other hand I saw Miss Johansson helping Betty Bruns in the sense of rescuing her. Rescuing Betty means letting Betty become familiar with a man? Betty would be controlling Toby from within a greater knowledge of men? Toby’s my friend but to say anything now would only frighten him more? Well... Toby’s visit has turned my world upside down.

          Toby stood there looking at me as if he expected me to say something. What could I say? I tried what came to my mind first, something to detract from my more serious concerns.

          “Wanna practice weights now, Tobe? Can you show me how Betty trained you?”

          “You wanna practice? Here?”

          “Well, you and I should be prepared to get naked together if we’re to do six or seven at one time, mustn’t we? Nobody’s here but us. Let’s practice. Drop’em.”

          Since Toby and I had been seeing each other’s nakedness for years by then, getting naked wasn’t a bother at all. Finding the inspiration took a second but I reminded Toby of Betty’s likely sweet pussy. That did it for him. I couldn’t forget the morning, either. So, there we were going through our exercises when we decided to make a competition out of it. We’d see who could hold up the weight off the table the longest. Toby took one end of my desk, I took the other end and we lifted off the table together while watching the clock on my wall.

          It was a matter of male ego, to see who might be the strongest but I had my doubts about beating Toby Smith in anything to do with strength. After a forty second hold, I let down and backed away from the desk in humble admission. Toby, though, was into his thing by the clock on the wall. He gave no regard for the fact that I’d let down already. Amidst his tight straining, Mom opened the door to my room a crack, only to discover Toby there straining his gonads off trying to keep a damned ribboned weight up off my desk with his stiffened cock. Toby discovered her there and instantly his erection dwindled. His weights dropped to the floor. Mom closed the door and went away.

          “Oh! Shit, Brad! You said...”

          “I know! I know! I didn’t know she was here! I didn’t hear her come in. I’m sorry, Tobe.”

          “Think I should go apologize?”

          “No, I think not. I’ll explain since it’s my fault. Next time she sees you, she’ll grin big time. Just grin back.”

          “I’m sorry, too, Brad...”

          “Don’t be sorry. Look, what if she had found me in here with a weenie? Just think how proud she is to have a son who knows somebody with real business.”

          “That’s what you call it? Real business?”

          “You got more business than most, Tobe. Be cool about it.”

          “Can I sneak out now?”

          ~


          Mom waited for me while sitting at her kitchen table. I explained that Toby had propositioned Betty. Betty had complained of losing her cherry. Toby had said that losing her cherry wouldn’t be all bad. Betty said she’d consider it if Toby practiced with his weights long enough. Toby asked what weights. Betty gave him a set. Tobe came to me to see if Betty might be pulling his leg a little tight. I told Tobe that if he wanted her cherry he’d better learn to practice with his weights. Mom bought it all but she assumed Betty to be leading Toby on fruitlessly. Her laughter could be heard spontaneously erupting all over the house for hours more.

          ~  

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