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John Carter
By
Lazlo Zalezac 
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003


Part 1: Shield, Staff, and Compass
Chapter 13

Life for John had changed significantly over the past eight months. 
He had a raise because of the funding Mike Holden had arranged. 
He had even bought a jeep of his own. His professors treated him 
much better now that he was covering the costs of his research. His 
research was going well and was beginning to show results that he 
could publish and use in his dissertation. The best change in his 
life was his relationship with Betsy.

Betsy spent several nights a week at the house with him. She was 
an amazingly exciting woman and had the kind of open free spirit 
that he appreciated. She enjoyed sex with a naturalness that was 
refreshing. She enjoyed oral sex and woke him every morning that 
she spent at the house with a wonderful blowjob. She even 
requested anal sex on occasion, something that none of his past 
lovers had ever requested. Her occupation as a nurse had given her 
a very good understanding of male anatomy. She used that 
knowledge to massage his prostate gland during sex. The result of 
her administrations was a mind-blowing orgasm.

The one thing that would turn John off a woman faster than 
anything was to be treated like he was her property.  The most 
amazing thing about her was the total lack of possessiveness and 
jealously that she had toward the relationship. She would 
occasionally invite a friend over just for fun. True to the advice 
that Mrs. South had given her, she was more than happy to engage 
in threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. That lack of 
possessiveness and willingness to play bound John to her more 
strongly than anything else that she might have done. 

He had been afraid that his relationship with Betsy would mean an 
end to his hiking, but that had not been the case. He had hiked 
through Big Bend National Park over the summer for a month and 
a half while she had been a volunteer with some sort of aid group 
for refugees. When Betsy returned, he and her had taken a nice a 
weeklong hike. He was still able to take weekend hikes since her 
schedule often required her to work weekends.

Dinner out on Friday nights with Betsy and Mrs. South had 
become a routine and one that he enjoyed very much. The 
conversation at dinner was always lively and interesting. He didn't 
realize how much he had come to enjoy those dinners until they 
didn't go out one Friday. Betsy had many patients that would chat 
about politics and Mrs. South watched cable news programs all of 
the time. He had to read the newspaper so that he would be able to 
participate in the dinner conversations without looking too 
ignorant.

He couldn't believe how sexually wild Mrs. South had been in her 
youth. She would tell Betsy about her past sexual experiences. 
Sometimes, John would be there when they had one of those types 
of discussions. Those discussions always struck him as surreal, but 
her recognized how similar Betsy was to the younger version of 
Mrs. South. He wondered if Betsy would have that same type of 
discussions when she was seventy-five.

One day Mrs. South reminisced about the times she and her 
husband had threesomes. She explained how she enjoyed two men 
at the same time more than when she and another woman were 
pleasing her husband. Betsy had asked her to explain why. It 
turned out there were multiple reasons for it and none of them were 
ones that John would have expected. She had explained that with 
two men she was the center of attention and was assured of many 
orgasms. She particularly enjoyed it when the men took turns as 
they would usually end up on her for hours at a time.  

There were reasons why she didn't enjoy the times when she was 
with another woman as much. Her husband would usually barge in 
before the women were ready for him. She liked pleasuring the 
other woman and receiving pleasure in return. The sight of two 
women engaged in sex with each other was often too exciting for 
her husband. It was also a sad fact of nature that her husband could 
usually satisfy only one of them. When she had sex with someone, 
she wanted to make sure that everyone had a good time. It didn't 
feel right when her husband took care of her needs and ignored the 
needs of the other woman. Betsy had agreed with her on all of 
those points.

Because of these conversations, John realized that he had been 
very mistaken in his understanding of the elderly. It was easy to 
see by the lines etched on their faces that they had experienced life, 
but he had considered that life in terms of working, raising a 
family, and dealing with debt. He hadn't stopped to consider that 
they often had fulfilling sex lives as well. Talking with Mrs. South 
had convinced him that his ideas about what constitutes a good 
marriage were correct. She had validated everything he had told 
Jenny and Jack. 

The only thing that hadn't changed to the positive was the nature of 
his rescues. He was still saving peoples lives at the rate of about 
one per day, but the circumstances of those saves were turning 
more violent. Outside of the first episode in which he had been 
shot, there was initially very little violence involved. Then it began 
to be fires, drive-by shootings, and explosions. Yesterday, a bank 
robbery had led to a major shootout during the lunch hour when 
the streets were very busy. He had helped pull a number of people 
out of the area and treated a policeman who had been shot. 

His body was now becoming a patchwork quilt of scars. He had 
been shot several times and stabbed more than once. None of the 
injuries was that serious, but it was taking a toll on his body. He 
continued to heal at a phenomenal rate and didn't experience the 
level of pain commensurate with his injuries. However, scar tissue 
tended to restrict his movements and he often felt stiff on cold 
mornings. His greatest expense was new clothes to replace the 
bloody rags that were often the result of a rescue. He carried a 
spare outfit in the back of his car.

At least the coming weekend looked like it would be fun. Jenny 
and Jack were coming down to Austin to scout out a location for a 
new 'Soup Shoppe.' He was looking forward to their visit. Their 
Friday night routine was going to be interrupted, but he expected it 
to be better than usual. Mrs. South's daughter had agreed to have 
Davie over for the weekend. John had taught her grandchildren 
how to fight bug-eyed monsters. He knew Davie was going to have 
fun. 

He was curious how Betsy and Jenny would get along. He wasn't 
worried that they would hate each other. Betsy knew that Jenny 
was married to Jack and so she had no reason to be jealous. Jenny 
was happily married to Jack, so there shouldn't be any problem 
there. The worst that he was expecting was indifference. He 
suspected that the real purpose of their visit to was check out his 
girlfriend and make sure that she was good enough for him. 

The reason Jenny and Jack stated for their visit was that they were 
looking at real estate. The actual reason was that both were curious 
about the woman that snagged their friend. Both were convinced 
that his wandering ways would prevent him from getting close 
enough to any woman to have a future with her. They had 
recognized an absence of that emptiness that was waiting for a 
woman to fill it. It was not that he didn't appreciate the presence of 
a woman in his life; it was more that he didn't have the drive to 
keep one in his life. That he had worked so hard to find this 
woman surprised them both. 

On Friday night, Betsy was the first to arrive at the house. She let 
herself in and announced her arrival in a cheerful voice. She was 
dressed in his favorite outfit of hers. It was a blue dress. It hugged 
her in all the right places and was loose enough to allow her to 
wrap herself around him. John greeted her warmly. He kissed her 
as his hands roamed over her body. He gave her bra-less breasts a 
nice feel that stiffened her nipples. Betsy was busy rubbing his 
stiffening cock through his jeans with her hand. 

Their passion was suddenly interrupted by Mrs. South. She 
criticized, "Boy, you guys are slow. I would have been on my 
knees by now."

Betsy laughed, "Oh yeah, show me!"

Mrs. South laughed, "Child you tempt me. However, at my age, if I 
get on my knees I don't think I'll ever get up."

John found himself a little disturbed by this exchange. He excused 
himself to find a quiet place to think. He went into the bathroom 
and closed the door. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, he started 
to think about Mrs. South and her behavior over the past few 
months. Her jokes about intimacy had become strained. Her voice 
had an edge to it that suggested she felt left out of life. He realized 
that she missed her husband and was in dire need of some affection 
from a male source. He wondered if Betsy realized this. He 
thought about some of the elderly men that he would meet on his 
walks and wondered if this wasn't an appropriate time to start 
making some introductions. As he thought about it, he realized 
there was one gentleman that might be perfect for her.

Getting his thoughts in order, he left the bathroom and joined the 
two women in the living room. He hadn't been there five minutes 
when there was a knock on the door. He excitedly raced to the door 
to answer it. Throwing open the door; he was nearly bowled over 
by an exuberant Davie. He bent down and gave Davie a great big 
bear hug while growling loudly. Davie thrashed about thrilled at 
the attention. Jack and Jenny were standing behind Davie laughing 
at the antics. 

Finally, Davie had enough and backed up giggling. He tried to put 
on a serious face in an attempt to act older than he really was. John 
invited everyone in and made the introductions. It wasn't until after 
the introductions were made than an uneasy quietness settled on 
the room. The women were sizing each other up while the men 
stood aside uneasily wondering how things were going to turn out. 
In a beauty contest, it would be hard to declare a winner.

Davie broke the silence with the kind of directness for which kids 
are known, "Mommy and Dad were both right, she's real pretty and 
she's nice." 

Jack blushed and acknowledged, "I said you'd be pretty."

Jenny smiled, "I said you'd be a good woman, of course that is 
automatic if John is interested in you."

Betsy winked, "I can be real bad."

John laughed, "That's when she's at her best."

Jenny laughed and added, "That's when all women are at their best, 
right honey?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Now that the tension had been broken, the two women started 
chatting together like long lost friends. When the conversation 
started getting a little too personal, John and Jack started trying to 
steer the conversation towards the weather or sports. Recognizing 
the discomfort they were causing, Jenny and Betsy locked arms 
and headed towards the bedroom. Mrs. South laughed, "You boys 
are in trouble now."

As the usual suspect in all accidents, Davie was immediately 
worried. He asked in a small voice, "What did I do?"

Mrs. South bent down, "You're the only one that isn't in trouble."

"That's good to hear." The relief on his face was quite evident. He 
looked up at Mrs. South and saw her smile. He decided that she 
understood how worried he had been. His mother had lectured him 
several times about not running in the house and breaking things. 
He suddenly remembered that he was supposed to say ma'am when 
he talked to an adult woman. He added, "very good to hear, 
ma'am."  

Mrs. South understood the delay as a child forgetting his manners 
for a moment. She smiled and added, "Do you know who's been 
waiting for you to get here?"

Davie looked surprised, "Who?"

"My three grandchildren. They can't wait to meet the best shot in 
the known universe."

John added, "You know, four of you together will be able to have 
two ships when you start hunting those dreadful bug eyed 
monsters. Of course, you probably wouldn't want to go into battle 
with the first and third best pilots in the known universe. You 
might like to meet the second best shot though!"

"Really?"

"Yep, really. Of course you might have to stay the night there."

"The whole night?" asked Davie in awe. He wasn't sure that he 
wanted to be away from his mom overnight. She always was there 
to tuck him into bed and now she wouldn't be there. 

Mrs. South added, "Of course, I heard they had put up a tent in the 
back yard and were going to roast marshmallows over a fire. They 
were planning to spend the night out there in the tent. You might 
not want to do that."

Davie's eyes were as big as saucers. He loved the idea of camping 
out in the back yard. He knew that John was always hiking and 
camping. Now that he was getting older, he would get to try 
camping too. He was thinking quickly, "I want do it! I'll even fight 
off any bears that come around."

Jack laughed, "I wouldn't worry about that. There aren't any bears 
around here, Davie."

When Mrs. South's daughter arrived with her kids later, Davie was 
all set to go. The kids started talking excitedly about the adventures 
they were going to have that night. There wasn't even a second of 
hesitation in incorporating Davie into the fearless threesome. 

Amid a lot of noise and excitement, Jenny waved goodbye to her 
child for the first time ever. Davie, carrying a blue overnight bag, 
went out the door with hardly a look back. When he reached the 
car door, he did look back. His features were tinged with a mixture 
of excitement and fear. John made an okay sign and winked. Davie 
relaxed, smiled, and then climbed into the car.

The five adults were left in the living room. Jenny, sitting in the 
middle of the couch, was a little misty eyed. Jack tried to console 
her by telling her that everything would be okay. When his efforts 
started to fail, Mrs. South came over and put her hand on Jenny's 
leg, "Dear, I know how tough it is to watch them go off like that. 
What you are feeling right now is perfectly normal. Whenever I 
sent one of my kids off to school for their first time, I spent the rest 
of the day crying. So if you feel like crying, you just go right 
ahead."

The permission to cry had exactly the opposite effect on Jenny, just 
as Mrs. Smith had predicted. Jenny sat up and pulled herself 
together. She grabbed Jack, "Let's put up the luggage and change. 
It's almost dinner time and I'm sure everyone is ready to eat."

It was less than ten minutes before everyone was ready to go. John 
opened all of the doors to his jeep and watched as everyone piled 
in. Mrs. South sat in the front passenger seat. Jack sat in the middle 
of the back seat with Betsy and Jenny on each side of him. He got 
in the drivers seat and looked in the rear view mirror. Jack looked 
very happy about the seating arrangements. John couldn't blame 
him. He was tempted to get out and have Jack drive them.

Dinner was a great success. Betsy and Jenny acted as if they were 
long lost sisters and Mrs. South was the elderly aunt. Jack and John 
talked through the evening. Jack was excited about the grand 
opening of their third Soup Shoppe. John was still excited about 
his funding. Together they worked out an investment plan that 
would help John buy a house in the near future. John was saving 
about 30K a year. He wanted to wait three years before buying a 
house and to buy it outright. He and Jack argued about the tax 
benefits of a mortgage. John favored the benefits of outright 
ownership, but Jack convinced him that carrying a small mortgage 
could make paying property taxes and insurance easier.  

One minor problem occurred as they were leaving the restaurant. 
Two young men were trying to wrestle a young lady into an alley 
near the parking lot. John used his walking stick to get their 
attention by hitting the backs of their legs. Both immediately fell to 
the ground as their knees collapsed out from under them. Seeing 
John with a five foot long pole, and Jack behind him, the two 
youths lost their nerve and ran off down the alley. Two police 
officers showed up at the end of the alley and captured the boys. 
The young lady was quite thankful for her rescue. John and his 
party left after making a statement to the officers.

After the evening out wound down, John and Jack sat in the living 
room talking. They had settled into that comfortable flow of male 
conversation that was often punctuated by silences that would 
drive women crazy. They'd sit there not talking and then one or the 
other would make a comment about the state of the world. The 
other would add his comments and they'd lapse into silence again. 
Both men were comfortable. 

Jack broke the silence, "Does that happen much?"

"Does what happen?"

"Showing up at the right time and place to save someone."

"Yeah. Just about every day."

"Interesting. Does it bother you?"

"Not really."

The two men lapsed into silence again. Their comfort was 
interrupted when the two women blew into the room like miniature 
tornadoes. 

Jenny announced, "We're going to bed now."

Betsy added, "If you're smart, you'll come to bed in ten minutes."

"But not before!"

The two women left the room amid lots of giggles and elbows. 
Jack and John watched them leave. They sat there for a minute 
without saying anything. Finally, John said, "They have something 
planned for us tonight."

"Yep, I wonder what it is."

They sat there for a little while longer sipping their drinks. Jack 
said, "I guess it's about time for us to discover what they're 
planning."

"Yep, we'll know soon enough."

The two men got up and headed to their respective bedrooms. They 
were both shocked when on opening the door, they didn't see the 
woman they were expecting to see. John was greeted by a totally 
naked smiling Jenny. She was on her side patting the other side of 
the bed in an invitation. John smiled, "Oh my, I seem to have the 
wrong room."

Jenny laughed, "No, you have the right room."

"I'd better get permission from Betsy and Jack."

"Oh, come on. Aren't you afraid that you'll interrupt them?"

John shook his head, "I bet Betsy and Jack are having exactly the 
same conversation right now."

Jenny smiled, "She doesn't have you trained right. You are 
supposed to shut up and start fucking when you find a naked lady 
in your bed. Didn't she explain that to you?"

"I must have missed that lesson," replied John. He opened the door 
and stuck his head out. Jack, at the other end of the hall, was 
looking back at him. They smiled at each other.

"Is it okay with you?" they both asked at the same time and 
answered together with, "Okay with me."

The two women both shouted out at the same time, "It's okay with 
me!"

John and Jack headed into their respective bedrooms. John was 
met with a smiling Jenny, "John, you know that we bet Mrs. South 
that you guys wouldn't do what you just did. She said you would 
because you are both good men."

John laughed, "You should never doubt Mrs. South's assessment of 
people. She's a shrewd woman."

Jenny laughed, "Now get naked, man! I owe you a real good 
fucking!"

John stripped and joined Jenny on the bed. The kisses and caresses 
were spontaneous and fun. Neither took themselves seriously and 
the fact that there were no expectations about commitment made it 
easier from them to relax. There was tickling and laughing. The 
sexual prowess of the other was called into question in lighthearted 
teases. There were the noises that bodies make when air is trapped 
between them. The activities were exactly the opposite of the last 
time in which they had been in bed. When Jenny asked him to do it 
doggy style, he started barking. The laughter only slightly 
interfered with their mutual pleasure. 

As John and Jenny lay in bed recovering from their orgasms, John 
stated, "That was a very different experience than the last time."

Jenny concurred, "Yes, I got some really good advice and followed 
it religiously. Jack and I both want to thank you a lot for what you 
said that evening. We have been exploring our limits and learning 
as much as we can."

"I can tell. You weren't posing for me when I came in."

"Yes I was!"

"Huh? That wasn't Playmate of the Month waiting for me in bed." 

"What you saw was Jenny the seductress pose."

John laughed, "Okay, I'll accept that. You have any other poses?"

"Of course, but you aren't ready for Jenny the slut yet! Almost 
killed Jack with that one the first time I used it."

John laughed, "You've probably got the same set of poses Betsy 
uses on poor little me."

Jenny smiled, "You know, I really like her."

"I hoped you would."

"She's a real nice person inside. She really cares, if you know what 
I mean."

John nodded. He knew exactly what she meant. That trait attracted 
him to her. She was very careful when she took his blood during 
the first blood drive. There wasn't the rush to get the needle in and 
the blood out. She had stayed and talked to him. He added, "You 
know, she's a nurse. She takes that caring nature to work with her. 
I'm amazed at how much of herself she gives to people."

"Actually, I knew she had to be a Saint to be with you. I was just 
worried because all the Saints I ever knew were ugly."

"Why would she need to be a saint? I'm not that difficult to live 
with."

Jenny smiled, "There are not many woman who can live with a guy 
that charges into danger every time something bad starts to happen. 
If Jack started to do that, I'd break both his legs. His charge would 
be so slow that the danger would be over by the time he got there!"

John was silent for a minute thinking about what Jenny had said. 
He knew Betsy worried about him, but he couldn't ignore his 
urges. They were too strong. The worse the situation and the closer 
it was, the stronger the urge became. He frowned, "Do you think 
she worries about me?"

"Of course she does. I'm sure that every time something bad 
happens around you, a little part of her dies. She cares for you very 
much and wouldn't like to see you hurt."

"Did Betsy talk to you about this?"

"No. She didn't need to tell me anything. I saw how she reacted 
when you went after the two punks earlier this evening. She was 
terrified. Hell, Jack didn't even have a chance to join in and I was 
scared to death for him."

John thought about how Betsy acted after something particularly 
violent happened. Often those nights she wouldn't come over to the 
house. He wondered if she was at home crying or if she was angry 
with him. The only one that could help him was Mrs. South. She 
and Betsy talked regularly about topics that he was excluded from 
knowing about. He suggested, "She met me in the hospital and saw 
the injuries."

Jenny shook her head, "Which injuries? The burn on your leg, that 
cut down your back, the bullet hole in your shoulder, the cut on 
your leg, the bullet hole in your arm, or that little scratch you've 
got bandaged on your leg?""

"She was there when I got the burn and the cuts on my back and 
leg."

"And the bandage?"

"Oh, that was a gunshot wound that I got the other day. It's a flesh 
wound."

Jenny shook her head, " I'd have gone ballistic if Jack came home 
with a gunshot wound. I'm glad I'm not Betsy. I'm not your 
girlfriend, but I have to tell you that I'm worried about you. You're 
a mass of scars."

"I guess I better talk to Betsy and see how she feels about what has 
been happening to me."

Jenny waited for a minute and then giggled, "Until then, why don't 
we see how many times you can make me cum?"

It was two hours later that an exhausted John laid back on the bed 
amazed at the stamina Jenny exhibited. He had licked her until his 
tongue was numb. His fingers were worn out. His cock was rubbed 
raw. Still, she kept going and going. After a dozen orgasms or 
more, she still wanted more. He was tempted to get Jack in the 
room to help him. 




