Chapter 52 - The Call - Amara's driving lesson
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Amara's driving lesson

Amara here.

Wow, the journal is amazing. Tavi showed it to me. Yes, he showed it to me before he published our story. Discretion and all that shit.

Can you see me smile?


I am the luckiest girl in the world. Who finds their soul mate at 13? Well, OK, Tegan and Carlina and Leslie and...

You get the idea. But I'm a cripple. I never thought anyone would love me. Tavi does. I know he does.

So what's my journal entry about? It's Saturday morning. Oh come on. You don't remember? All the sex must be addling your brain.

It sure is mine. Tee hee. Ari and I are, um, closer now. As in he usually sleeps with me closer. Sometimes when Dad comes in to help me to the bathroom, I blow him. Well, usually, not sometimes.

Did you know Ari can cum at 9? Yep. He likes me to kiss it back to him too. Dad says Ari gives good blowjobs too. Mom says we're both getting better at getting her off.

Our family is a lot more fun now. Do you know that we haven't fussed at each other one time since we all started having sex? It's like it has calmed us down.

Oh wait, now I know why they all write about tangents.

Saturday morning means Tavi is driving me to my driving lesson in my car.

My car.

Did you catch that? My car. A week ago I was trapped in a manual wheelchair and could barely get around. Today I have an incredible electric scooter, that is on a lift on the back of my Mercedes-AMG GLS63 SUV.

I had never even met Ruby. Oh I have now. Ruby. I felt things that I've never felt before. Holy crap.

I get why everyone talks about Ruby in the journals. Hell, just typing her name makes me wet too. She's special. Two nights ago, she spent the night with Tavi and me.

I wasn't sure we'd survive. I know I passed out at least once.

Damn. Another tangent. We finally got to the race track on Aether, the airport island. Tavi helped me out and I got to tool around on my new scooter. It's actually kind of fun. It is certainly freeing. I scootered over to the class that was just assembling. Ruby saw me and waved and walked over to us with an incredibly attractive man. She introduced him at Biti and said he was from Cairo. He shook my hand and it was electric. He shook Tavi's too, and I could see, no feel, that Tavi had a similar reaction. I also saw Tavi's cock bounce a little.

Damn my life has changed.

"Biti will be your private instructor," said Ruby. "He has experience with teaching a new student using hand controls. None of the other instructors did. He's also one hell of a lot of fun." She ended with a laugh. I'll bet he was. Bite actually groaned.

"How long have you been teaching here?" asked Tavi. Biti laughed a bit.

"Since today," said Biti. "I'm really only here to teach Amara, although I admit I am hopeful it will result in a full-time position." Ruby gave him one of her million-watt smiles. Hmm.

"Ruby, did you really hire someone just to teach me?" I asked. Wow, I got that same smile from Ruby. It's incandescent. No wait, that's not OK any more, but it's LED doesn't have the same ring to it.

"Sure," said Ruby. "You wanted to learn to drive. Although all students start off as a passenger with an instructor on the road course. You're with me for that. Come on." She took off towards a gorgeous dark yellow NSX. I love cars, even though I never thought I'd drive one. That's a smoking NSX. That color. Wow.

Tavi followed me and only when Ruby and I were strapped in did I realize that this NSX had hand controls. WTF?

"Ruby, why does your car have hand controls?" I asked.

"You're asking the wrong question Amara," said Ruby, with a smile. "The question is why does your car have hand controls, and the obvious answer is because you need them."

What? Say again what?

"Ruby, what in the fuck are you talking about?" I asked.

"Our program requires that students be able to take a lap of this course in under 10 minutes. You can't do that in your GLS. You can do it in this NSX. Therefore, you needed an NSX to complete the course. So I bought you an NSX. It won't hold your scooter, but it does have a big enough trunk for a good folding wheel chair. Yours is in the trunk."

I just stared at her. What could I say? This girl I barely knew had bought be two cars, each worth more than a hundred grand. I don't get it.

"Why? Why would you do that?" I asked.

"Why wouldn't I?" she said. "My life turned upside down two years ago. I was a poor kid in the bad part of Tampa. I won't bore you with the whole story, but my life is pretty fucking spectacular now. I'm in the inner circle. I can buy anything I want. Literally anything. If I had a whim to buy an aircraft carrier, I could. So buying a couple cars for someone that I care about is a pretty fucking easy decision. You make Tavi happy. That makes me happy. You're good together. If I can help improve your life, I will. Oh, that reminds me." She reached into the console and pulled out a jewelry box. She opened them and there were diamond earrings in them.

"We can get you other pairs, but for now, these are RFID coded for you. Put them on," she said. I swapped them out for my plastic pearls. Wait, these don't feel like plastic. Glass maybe?

"These are coded? That's cool. I've never had coded ones before. I know I need the app. Do I put my credit card in it so I can pay with them?" I asked. "Oh, and what are these? They're beautiful. Glass?"

She laughed a little.

"No, dear. You don't need a credit card. You never need a credit card again. All the stores on the island accept your earrings for payment. We just went live this week with the global network, so any store will accept them. If you find a place that won't, just go in a bank branch and ask for cash. They'll give you whatever you want," said Ruby. OK, I was lost.

"OK, I'm lost," I said. "I heard the words, but I don't get what you mean. What do you mean I don't need a credit card and any store will take them? If I go into the Lamborghini dealer in Athens and tell them I like the Aventador in the showroom, they'll just give it to me?" Ruby laughed.

"Well that particular one is easy, since Bob owns the dealership, so yes, I know they will. They'll probably take a couple hours to have the hand controls installed, but once they look you up in the computer, they will drop absolutely everything to get it done. You're in the inner circle now. So is Tavi."

I was still lost, but I was going to try it. Maybe not a Lamborghini given I apparently own an NSX. Ruby took off, fast.

Just as we hit the first turn, at speed, she threw out one last comment.

"Oh, and those are diamonds," she said, ripping through the corner.

Oh shit, this is fun. I think I laughed all the way around and she took me on two long laps. It was awesome.

But diamonds? Really?

It ended up being a long day, but Biti was good at his job. I got the hang of it really quickly. It was so much fun. He commented that I was learning faster than anyone he'd ever taught. Finally, the day wound to an end. I noticed that everyone was gone except Biti, Ruby, Tavi, and me. Tavi helped me into my scooter.

"One more thing before we go," said Ruby. "I want you to take me for a ride."

"But I just got out of the SUV," I said.

"Not in the SUV," she said, pointing to my NSX. Yes, I just said the words "my NSX". Well, fuck yeah.

We got in and strapped in and she handed me a helmet. Really?

"Yes, really," said Ruby. Suddenly her eyes got big and I'll bet mine did too.

"You didn't say that out loud, did you?" asked Ruby. I just shook my head no. We both decided to ignore it for now.

She had me go out onto the track and I got up to what I thought was a good speed, but she kept pushing me. It was incredible and it felt so good. We actually did four long laps and finally we pulled in. Tavi helped me out and when I was in my scooter, Ruby handed me a card.

It had my picture on it. Wait, is this a license?

"Yes, it is," said Ruby. "You passed every portion of the program in one day. No one has ever done that before. You should come back and get more track time, whenever you want, but you are legally a licensed driver now.

Tavi and Biti looked at us funny.

"Ruby, you answered a question, but she hadn't asked one," said Biti. Tavi's eyes got fucking huge. I think mine did too.

"Why don't we all go out to dinner," said Tavi. Oh yeah. Ruby and Biti? Let's hope. Oh shit, Ruby just gave me a big smile. Did she hear that?

"Yes, I sure did," said Ruby. But her lips didn't move. Oh. Oh shit.

We all did go out to a glorious dinner. We went to the resort restaurant. Biti was staying there for the night. We were early for dinner, so we found a nice way to fill the time. Want to guess? Finally Tavi and I headed back to my house. When we pulled in, a moving van was just pulling away and Mom and Dad were standing in the driveway with Ari. Tavi got me on my scooter and we went over.

"What's that all about?" I asked.

"We moved. We have a house on the water now. Five acres," said Dad, in almost a shout. I'm gone for one day. One day!

Tavi just had a smile on his face. I didn't need to read his mind.


Speak of the devil. She just pulled in, driving a sweet Veyron. She got out and came over to Tavi and me.

"We need to talk," she said. Tavi and I looked at each other.

"Yes, I think we do," I said.

"Me too," said Tavi.

Except none of us actually said anything.

Anal week

Bob here. We had started a new thing called theme week. No, not in the family. In the country. It was on the website. Oh, you had to be a resident to see it. I was looking forward to this week.

Anal week

Define it however you want. Giving. Receiving. Men. Women. It wasn't that you couldn't do other things. It was more to encourage people to try things that they never had. To normalize them, if you will.

Orlando and I decided to up the ante. We setup a lottery on the website. You could enter for an opportunity for us to be your teacher. Never been a top? We'll help you with your partner. Or with us. Never been a bottom? Same deal. Coach you with your partner. Or offer our services.

We were unprepared for the response. So we did two things.

First we invited friends and family to join in if they were so inclined. They could choose top, bottom, or both. They could choose coach, participate, or both. Gabe did. So did Luca. Kevin did too, which was a milestone for him.

Amai did. She set the record for entries. By a big margin.

Max and Martan did. You remember. Seven-year-old twin boys. As they put it, they felt they should offer for the younger crowd that needed coaching.

Well sure.

Tavi. Tomas. Tyson. Jase. Blake.

Then the women realized they could help too. Bottom was easy, but they offered to be tops too, just with toys. You know, double-ended dildos.

Amy quickly surpassed Amai's record.

Then Carlina absolutely blew it away. You know everyone jumped in. Morgan. Sophia. Chris. Leslie. Rylee.

Then Ruby signed up.

The website briefly crashed.

The list kept growing. I think our volunteers were just in it for the sex. It was intriguing, because it was so random. Would you already know them? Would they be a stranger? Who knew?

Oh, you're worried about safety. We were too, so all meet-ups were at the school, in a wrestling room. You're not comfortable learning in a group environment? Then don't enter.

We ended up with Orlando and me teaching it all as a class. The rooms were big, but we still had to break it up into three sessions.

So the two of us picked three winners. We were winners too!

The only requirement, and it was a big one, was this had to be your first time doing whatever you entered for. This wasn't just an opportunity to fuck Amy in the ass, as great as that would be. It was a learning opportunity. The funny thing is we didn't worry about people pretending. They just wouldn't. Not here. We knew it.

I was teaching the first class on how to be a bottom. Yes, we broke the classes up into top and bottom too. More winners. My fellow instructors and volunteers were:

Gabe, Kevin, Max, Tavi, Carlina, Chris, and Rylee.

Remember the class. Carlina, Chris, and Rylee were either going to teach someone to top, or they were going to be the top. That was true for all of us, but the rest of us had cocks.

We all gathered at 1900 in the wrestling room and partnered up. Oh, you could enter as a couple, which meant you both got to participate in whatever way you wanted. We liked couples.

I was paired up, through the lottery, with a couple. Bijan and Aysia. From Tehran. Wow. Both incredibly attractive and about my age. Early twenties. People are still surprised some when they meet Amy and me to realize how young we are. I asked them if they'd be open to being my demonstrators. In other words, in the front of the room. They were more than OK. They loved it. I asked them what they wanted to try and the confirmed that they each got to try something.

"I want to get fucked," said Aysia. "I want Bijan to fuck me, but we've been nervous about trying and thought you could coach us."

I assured them I could help. I asked Bijan what he wanted and he turned bright red. Ah.

"I've never, you know, been a bottom. I was hoping you," he said.

"You want me to fuck you?" I said. He just nodded. That was a big step, so we had a conversation about it. He had never done anything with a man. Nothing at all, but living here had gotten him interested.

"I'll tell you what," I said. "I think leaping into that as the first thing you try is an awfully big step. Why don't we do this. Do you have an interest in giving or getting a blow job from a man?" His eyes brightened and he said yes to both.

"Let's do this. Aysia will enjoy it more if you last a little longer. Since you're a little early, why don't I blow you. Then I'll help you fuck her in front of the class."

"What about me giving a blow job?" asked Bijan.

"Let's see who has one left at the end of the night. I'm sure we could find someone. Maybe me. Just depends on whether I have one more," I said. "Is there anyone you favor?"

He turned bright red again. I had to coax it out of him.

"Gabe," he said. OK then. I told him I knew Gabe would be happy to, if he wasn't all used up.

We were really stretching him, weren't we?

The class started with a discussion of lubrication. As we put it, there is no natural lubrication so you have to bring your own. We reminded everyone that lube and condoms were free at the local sex shop and that monthly STD testing was required of all residents 5 and above.

We're a safe country.

Gabe's winners for the night were another couple. He was Conrad, a big German dude. And by big, I mean really big. 11 inches of thick cock big. His wife was Alize, a very petite, very beautiful woman.

Their requests seemed a bit odd. He wanted to top and she wanted to bottom.

The problem was that she didn't want him to top her.

11 inches and thick, remember?

But Gabe was up for it. So Conrad would top Gabe and Gabe would top Alize.

Now there's a win-win.

While I was explaining the proper use of lube, Conrad and Alize were demonstrating on Gabe. They teamed up to get him ready with one, then two, then three fingers, taking turns.

Oh Gabe was moaning. Finally Conrad positioned himself behind Gabe and ever so slowly slid into Gabe. When he finally bottomed out, the entire class cheered.

It was quite a show. Gabe had Conrad stop, then I lubed up Alize. She got on her knees and backed up to Gabe.

Yes, they demonstrated a nice train.

Oh, I could tell you about the whole evening and who did what to whom, but the point of the post was to share that we had theme weeks.

But Bijan did suck off Gabe.

I'm sure we'll see these two couples again. When I told Amy about class, she was very interested.

Le Mans? Le Mans

Morgan here. It was time to try a new style of racing. We were entered in three classes at the 24 hours of Le Mans. By now, we weren't that surprising as a group but we were sure we would get some attention. It was actually Kevin's idea. We were having coffee one day and he asked if we'd ever done a 24-hour race.

If nothing else no other team was entering cars across three classes.

Our drivers were not all in the classes we preferred but the rules were nuts. For example, the rules for the GT Pro class were quirky and we had to be part of a manufacturer's team and had to run a few earlier races. That ended up being Orlando and me, which was easy but our third driver was harder. Carlina stepped up and ran some races. She dominated, of course.

Finding the right manufacturer was easier. We had been testing the Corvette C8.R for a while. All three of us consistently kicked their factory driver's respective asses. So they had a team and we had a team.

The prototype class only had one manufacturer entry, Toyota. We hoped Acura would get on board but not this year. Kind of the same thing, the factory had a team and we did too. Ruby, Elena, and Chris. It was going to be Carlina but she had to swap into GT Pro.

Lastly we had three drivers in GT Am, running a Porsche 911 RSR. We were the only team running one. That was Charlotte, Grace, and Mom.

We were the nine drivers that made the cut. We had other drivers on what was basically a waiting list. They didn't make it into the race. Maybe next year.

Now we didn't have the Le Mans course at home but we did have our 'ring so we had been practicing 24-hour races. Lots of them. Boy we learned a lot. The first time we gave up before hour 12. We learned we had to force sleep. We actually had drivers spend a week changing their sleep pattern. For example, my team ran Carlina first then Orlando then me. Now 8 hours isn't sustainable but we overlapped. It worked well because after her 8 hours, Carlina went to bed and slept a solid 8 hours. Then she wrapped around and we did the last eight hours.

Why that order? Because Carlina was amazing at sleeping through damn near everything. Ruby and Grace had the skill too so they had the role on their teams. I'm pretty sure they helped each other relax before they fell asleep. What other teams had that option?

We had talked to a ton of drivers that had run 24-hour races but none had applied the sleep science we did. Then again they didn't spend the money to involve world class scientists in the field. They mapped out our exact schedules for driver swaps. We cut out at least two driver swaps compared to other teams. That's huge.

Today was race day and we had done something we hadn't done in a long time. We flew in the BFP. We wanted the bedrooms. The runway at the Le Mans airport was really short but Boeing had done another engine update for us and we needed very little runway. It was fun to have the old girl around.

Of course she looked like she had babies with the mix of hypersonic and space planes parked around her.

Hey. It took too long to fly here. Chris and Leslie flew it in. They even said they cried a little.

I won't bore you with 24 hours of commentary but a few things were interesting.

In my class Carlina was in the lead for a long time but it was competitive with one other car. One of the factory drivers in basically the same car. She radioed me and she was pissed. Seriously pissed.

"They have more power than I do," said Carlina over the radio. "Quite a bit more power. I'm driving a hell of a lot better but they pull away on every straight."

Well shit. I knew where their chief engineer was and I went and found him. I called him on it and he denied it.

"Bullshit," I said. "We both know Carlina is the better driver and it isn't even close. If we get to when I'm driving and your driver is beating me then we damn well know for sure, don't we? I will very publicly call you out and demand a post-race dyno of both cars."

He turned bright red. Yeah busted.

"What are you doing differently?", I asked. "Can we fix it during the race?"

He didn't want to answer.

"You will fucking answer me or I will buy GM just so I can fire you," I said. I actually could but wouldn't but it did rock him a bit.

"We dialed in more boost," he said. "We have more power."

"How. Can you give us more easily?" I asked. He shook his head no.

Shit. Well there was another choice.

"Can you dial yours down?" I asked. He didn't want to answer me.

"You can!" I shouted. He grudgingly admitted the driver could.

"You have two laps," I said. "If Carlina isn't pulling away on every lap by then, I park our car and issue a press release. That press release will include your name."

This time all the blood drained from his face. That would be a PR nightmare and he knew it. His career wouldn't survive it. Not just his job, his career. No one would hire him. Screwing our family was bad business.

Three minutes later Carlina started pulling away. She radioed me a simple thank you.

By our next driver swap, our lead was insurmountable. I coached my co-drivers to be conservative.

I also coached pigs to fly.

Neither group listened to me.

From Montreal to Le Mans

Charlotte here.

My life is good. Amazingly good. How did I get here? I'm racing at Le Mans. Me. A little Canadian girl.

Oh yeah. Bob. We think about that day all the time. Hell Dad met his soulmate in Jenny.

And I'm racing in the freaking 24-hour race at Le Mans. In France. In the most amazing Porsche 911 RSR.

With Amy and Grace. Sure the Queen and the music star.

Little old me.

I'm nervous. Grace is our lead driver and I'm in the middle but we overlap. I'm 10 minutes from my first stint. 2 hours. 2 nonstop hours.

Oh we've run race after race and our science and my co-drivers are amazing.

I've got to go pee. My turn. Whoo hoo.

Grueling, just grueling

Grace here. Charlotte just went out. I just finished a grueling two hours on the track. Our practice was incredible but the race is something different. Our races had been four cars. Four.

There were 56 cars on the track and 53 of them had inferior drivers.

Oh that sounded cocky. I admit I am one of the least experienced of our nine drivers. Not by much but I am.

I can still kick the ass of any of the other drivers. Yes I can. Even the factory drivers.

I learned from Morgan. Right now I'm sweaty. I'm going to go take a shower in our motorhome and try my hardest to take a nap.

Oh we are two hours into the race. Unless we do something stupid, no one can catch us in our class. I was that far ahead.

We would beat every single car in the Pro class except one.

Guess which one.

At this pace we would beat every single car in the prototype class except one.

In our year-old car. That's a requirement in our class. Stupid but what it is. I love the Porsche but things change. I talked to Amy about the fact that the best Pro cars this year would be our possibilities for next year.

She agreed. So she bought four. Of each. She figured we could run some races and pick next year's car. That is going to be fun. Morgan was already planning on cars in the classes we didn't cover and also figuring out how to get more cars in each class. We wanted other drivers like Elena in the race.

Nap. I need a nap.


Morgan here.

There are a lot of confused people here. Overall positions 1-2-3 are going to be our teams. Our GT Am team beat every other team in every other class, including the only other team in P1 and all the teams in P2.

Clearly their car was inferior. Their driving was not.

So did our GT Pro team but we were at least slightly better drivers.

Our P1 team, anchored by our 7-year-old driver, simply blew away everyone. Great team. Great car. Great science.

We were not telling anybody about that. Ever.

Elena told us after the race that the chief engineer from Acura had texted her that they were in for next year in both P1 and GT Pro and asked if she could field four teams.

Yes she could.

Kind of a short little post but we sure had fun. Of course the family had a huge suite so we had a big crowd.

Which is why we had the BFP.

Boy did we celebrate.

Luca and Gabe, for real

Gabe here.

This foursome thing is a little interesting. My ability to read the thoughts of anyone in our little foursome is getting stronger. What's interesting is that I can really read Luca. Carlina says it is because men have weaker minds. I think she's kidding. Maybe.

Regardless, it takes some getting used to. It's not that we read everything. There is some kind of filter and we only hear things in our head that we should hear. Yeah, that doesn't make sense, but it kind of does. We all think a lot of things. I don't need to hear Luca think about the weather. 7 times out of 10 I don't need to hear if he sees a random person on the street and thinks they're hot.

Now the other three times, I hear him for a reason. 100% of the time that I hear him in that situation, we end up with the opportunity to hop into bed with that person. It's like we've been given a message that approaching them would be successful. We're not weird creepers that approach people on the street, but we are friendly and like to meet new people. We've found that we don't have to be forward at all. If we heard each other like that, we're just patient. They'll always make the first move.

Oh, it's not just Luca and me. It's any of the four of us. I'll give you an example. Luca and Carlina were busy the other day and Tegan and I ran over to Athens for a couple hours. She had something she wanted to buy and wanted help doing it. I'll come back to that.

We were walking down the street and a man I'd say was in his thirties was walking with two kids. A boy about 11 and a girl about 9. I heard clearly in my head that Tegan thought all three of them were smoking hot. Her thoughts. Smoking hot. Well they were, for sure. We all stopped at the light, waiting for it to change, so I struck up a conversation. That's the way it has to work. Tegan didn't know I heard her. The person that hears it has to take the initiative.

We missed three or four lights chatting. We did the usual where are you from, and the kids were really interested that we were from Dionysus. I suspect the word may be getting out more than we expected, because as soon as I said it, both kids gave their dad a look. That look. Finally the boy was forward. He looked right at Tegan.

"Too bad you don't have a place here," he said. "I'd love to fuck you."

Well, that cleared things up. Tegan just held out her hand to him and headed towards the hotel. Yes, we kept the suite full-time now. What I just described worked, regularly. We liked our walks in Athens and it was doing amazing things for recruiting new families. We'd shared it with Ruby and her foursome, who were starting to read each other like we were. We got to the hotel and Tegan opened the door with her phone. We walked right in.


Ruby and Amara were in the living room. They were both on their backs getting absolutely pounded by two men. Ruby had a little boy feeding his cock to her and Amara had a girl straddling her face. Both 9 or so?

The new family didn't even blink. They started stripping.

OK, that was quite a tangent to the point of this entry, but I should mention that both families moved to Dionysus within the month.

Yep, quite the recruiting tool.

Oh, and yes, the first couple were two committed men, but they liked girls too. A lot. They liked us boys too. A lot.

Foursomes and we don't mean golf

Back on track. Our foursome could pretty easily read each other now, and the when and how was still confusing. The story I just told was a fun one, but the when was a bit random. The distance was growing too. For example, Carlina was involved in the first ever golf cart accident. A young kid was going too fast and blew a stop sign and broadsided her. The kid just wasn't qualified to be driving it and we'd deal with that, but Carlina was knocked around. She was OK, but shaken up. Luckily, she had her seat belt on, like she should.

I was at home. Pretty far away. I not only knew it happened, I had almost a little video of it run through my head. What was even crazier is I knew exactly where she was. It's not that I could see landmarks, because nothing meaningful was visible. I knew she was outside the jewelry store. I got there in minutes, just as a police officer was talking to her and checking her out. Remember, all our police officers are also paramedics. She was fine, but it scared us both.

I gave to officer credit. He didn't beat up on the kid at fault, but he did make his mom come get him. Now she read him the riot act. It turned out they were brand-new to the island. It made sense. He hadn't grown up, like you do quickly when you move here. He would. Carlina was amazing. She didn't hassle him.

She invited his family to dinner. Yes, my love is like that. It turned out we had a great dinner and Carlina became a bit of his mentor. Just to let you know a little more, he settled down and moved up five grades in his first month. He drops by a lot, but I don't blame him. I came home the other day and he had Carlina bent over the couch. Was I mad? Are you kidding? I just fed him my cock.

Can you blame him for dropping by?

There I go, down another path, but it did explain some of the things that were happening. I only know of eight people that can do it. The two foursomes, and only with each other. I've talked to Bob and Amy and they can't, and if anyone could, you would think it would be them.

I talked to Amai. I talked to several doctors. None could explain it, although Amai had the best advice.

Roll with it.

So we did. It really did cement our relationship and damn it was a good one. Carlina was my number one, but Luca and Tegan were our family too.

Yeah, yeah, our big bed was usually the four of us every night. Usually I was snuggling with Carlina, but not always. Last night Luca spooned me and I woke up in the morning to him gently fucking me in the ass.

So, not always Carlina. Usually. I did like his cock in my ass though. Wouldn't you?

So I'll leave it there. It just is what it is and we're good with it.

Oh, and our trip to Athens? Tegan wanted to buy the movie theater. Sure, why not?

Virgin whisperer, M2M edition

Leslie here, but I'm about to pass the pen to Orlando. He never tells stories anymore and I want him to tell one from back in the day in Florida. I may not be Amy and he may not be Bob, but I tend to get my way. I made him tell the story over dinner the other night and Grace couldn't stop laughing.

OK, OK, Orlando here, although Dad has to finish the story.

Remember back when I was the Virgin Whisperer in Florida? We told a few of those stories, but not that many. This story centers around Jack. He's the only boy I told a story about already, but that story didn't exactly stop there. Jack and I became pretty good friends and hung out a lot. He was so confused about his sexuality and I guess I was pretty easy to talk to. You can imagine the pressure of a high school quarterback that knew he liked girls and boys, so it was nice to have a friend that did too.

And oh yes I did. Jack joined in with our extended family pretty often and his skills improved. He frustrated that he only had a 5 and a half-inch cock too, but quickly learned that wasn't an impediment to lots and lots of great sex. In fact, with boys, it was kind of a positive thing. It was a very nice size, if I do say so myself, and I did. Repeatedly.

Brooke, the cheerleader that was there the first day, started dating Jack, and given they both were bi and pretty insatiable, it worked out pretty well. We keep in touch and they're both still together and about to graduate. I sometimes forget most people are 18 by the time they graduate. It seems so out of date.

Anyway, back to the story.

I think the turning point with Jack was when we talked about the sexual continuum. We believed, and it is supported by a lot of research, that the concept of straight, gay, or bi is misleading. We've said it in an earlier chapter, as I recall. Most people are somewhere in the middle. You can be at the straight end, the gay end, or somewhere in the middle of the continuum. We believe that most people are pretty squarely in the middle and it is society that pushes you to pick one end or the other. At the time, back in Florida, it was just our belief.

Here on Dionysus, it was pretty much life. Kids all grow up understanding sex vs. love and that sex was fun and pleasurable and that if you really wanted the most pleasure, you didn't limit yourself to playing with just one sex. When Leslie asked me to write this story, I asked a few people that were around kids a lot, particularly H2 and Mikka, and they both laughed and said that everyone at the school played with everyone. It just wasn't an issue. I think about poor Kevin, who ended up on the streets, for feeling the way everyone does here.

Boy does he fit in well!

So this story was about an end of the season celebration. The football team was having a party and since I'd become great friends with them all, I'd offered to host the party. No, I didn't join the team, but had gotten close with a couple other players. Close. Got it? They were Jack's best friends Tico, a studly Hispanic dude, and Darnell, for whom the term BBC was invented. They were really close and the story of the first night the four of us spent together is probably worth telling sometime too. Jack had hung it all out there and told them he was bi, risking losing his best friends. I was so impressed that they supported him and then things, well, got a little crazy.

I'll come back and tell that story. They learned some new things, for sure, when Leslie and Chris joined us too. Wowsa. And no, I didn't play with my sisters. At least that first time.

Back to this story. The party was, well, one of our parties. It was great fun and a lot of people sneaked off and did the things you do when you sneak off. Of course the cheerleaders were invited and they all came in uniform. Some of them came out of uniform too.

I saved myself though, as Jack was going to really hang it all out there after the party and tell the entire team he was bi and that he believed everyone really was. I was willing to go there with him. Tico and Darnell were supportive, but admitted they might not talk unless it seemed like it was going well. Jack and I completely understood. Both of them had shared it with their girlfriends, who were surprisingly accepting, maybe because they got threesomes with me out of it.

OK, swelled head enough Orlando?

The party had broken up and all that was left was the players and me. The team had over 40 kids on it, but not all could stay, but I think we counted 38 guys. We had gotten sleeping mats, good ones, and were all in the gym. Why have a gym if you didn't have giant sleepovers? The gym was connected to the indoor swimming pool, which is how the story actually starts. Oh, it was carefully planned to loosen things up. We'd gotten everything all setup in the gym when Jack stood up.

"I'm going swimming. Anyone else in?" said Jack. He then started stripping. They'd all seen each other naked, right? I knew it was coming and got up and started undressing too. As soon as I got my shirt off, one of the players spoke up.

"Damn Orlando, you're ripped. I had no idea you were in such good shape," said Steve, who was a guard on the team. He was one big dude, and he was stripping as he said it. He was bigger than me, but not as ripped. Just as he said it, he dropped his shorts and the entire conversation changed.

He was hard and it was an impressive thick 8-inch (20 cm) uncut cock too.

Well, that comment changed our approach, but that was OK. By the time he said it, easily half the team was naked, and when his nice hard cock popped out, at least half of them got hard.

"Seems like you like what you see Steve," said Fraser. Given Fraser was also hard, no one really took it badly.

"Sure I do," said Steve. "I can appreciate a good-looking guy. Listen, there's nothing wrong with liking girls or boys or both." Easily half the team jumped in and agreed, much to my surprise.

"Yes there is," said Grey. "It's against God's law."

OK, time to take over the conversation.

"OK, listen up. My turn to talk and my house, so I win," I said. "Everyone sit down for a minute." Surprisingly, they all did.

"Grey, I appreciate that you have been raised in a religious family that believes being gay is wrong, but I ask that you put that aside for a minute and be honest," I said. "Can you do that?"

"I was being honest," said Grey. "I'm not sure what you want from me."

"I understand your point, but I want to take religion out of the conversation and stick with biology," I said. "Being gay, or being bisexual, is common across more than a thousand species, and we're one of them. I'm not commenting or dissing your religion, but that's the teachings of a person, not biology. You're entitled to believe anything you believe, but it is not backed up by facts. Still OK, I just hope that you, and anyone else in the room that agrees with you, can separate the two." I went on to discuss the continuum idea and got a lot of nods from the room. I was impressed that Jack stood up next to me.

"Orlando's right," said Jack. "I'm living proof. I love Brooke and there is no question that she turns me on, but I know myself well enough to know I like cock too."

As you can imagine, that caused quite a buzz. I let it settle down and started back up.

"Now, tonight could be a real learning experience for a lot of you. Please consider this a safe space. If everyone agrees, then this is a night to talk about anything and everything and try anything and everything with an absolute promise that nothing leaves this room. If you can't promise to stay quiet, then now is the time to leave. No one will think less of you and my parents can take you home," I said.

"Your parents? Your parents know what is going on?" asked one of the kids.

"Yes. They do. They understand teenagers better than just about anybody and give us a lot of space and privacy. How many of you have heard that I'm the Virgin Whisperer?" I asked. About two-thirds of the hands went up.

"They know it too and they trust me to be careful and not hurt anyone," I said. "So, does anyone want to go home? Oh, wait, before you raise your hand, the conversation and experiences are not intended to be all men with men. We're here to help you learn and experience new things." With that, I waved my hand and the door opened and Morgan, Chris, Leslie, Missy, and Brooke walked in, all wearing cheer shorts and tight T-shirts. You'd have to be blind to not realize they were braless too.

"They're here to help," I said. "I'm willing to bet most of you are virgins and that's OK. You're welcome to leave the party tonight as a virgin. That's great. You're welcome to experiment and some of us guys and these girls have all volunteered to help. This isn't a chance to fuck a cute cheerleader. It's a chance to learn. We are going to trust you that you're honest. What we are hopeful you'll do tonight is something you've been curious about, but have never done. Always wanted to suck a cock or lick a pussy? Tonight's the night. Always wanted to fuck a cute girl, or a cute guy? This is it. Been curious about what it feels like to be fucked. Good on you. We're also going to do some demonstrations so that you can be an attentive lover and be, well, good at it. So, does anyone want to leave? No questions asked."

I expected Grey to say he did, but to my surprise he didn't. It could have been the fact that his gaze was laser focused on Chris. And that he was hard. She gave him her sweetest smile and he groaned.

And came in his shorts. He turned bright red and everyone realized what had happened, but no one said anything. Chris came over and wanted to talk.

"OK everybody, listen up. Grey, don't be embarrassed. You're young, healthy, and horny and that's OK. It probably wasn't fair that I gave you my killer smile," said Chris, and everyone laughed a bit, but not at Grey.

"No one here will hassle you at all. I'm willing to bet a few more are close to doing the same thing. It just means you'll be a better lover," said Chris, giving Grey another killer smile. I think he believed her, because he got hard again.

"So how does this work?" asked Mercer, one of the team co-captains. "I've had sex and gone down on a girl, although I don't think I'm very good at it. I'd love a girl to teach me how to do it right. I'd also like to suck a cock. Can I do both of those things?"

Well that was an ice breaker.

"Yes, both of those things," said Leslie. "Definitely both." She was carrying a file folder. The traditional manila folder. She pulled a sheet out of it and held it up. In big letters it said Suck a cock.

"We have a variety of these. We're going to place them around the court. Find the thing you want to try first, and stand near it. We'll use that to pair people up," said Leslie. "If you want to try more than one thing, and you see your first choice is filling up, move to your second or third choice. That way everybody gets to try everything. We have all night. There are more of you boys than us girls, so be patient and try something a little more at your boundaries first. Trust me, none of these girls are going to be offended by seeing you take a cock in your ass. It truly turns us on. We like to be turned on. Our only rule is everyone wears a condom. Oh, and if you want to try something we didn't think of, I brought plain paper and a Sharpie and we can add it, within reason. I'm not going to get a dog." That broke up the room. I wondered if it disappointed anyone.

With that, she walked around the court and laid down the sheets of paper. I think everyone enjoyed it every time she bent over. Hell I did, but we weren't going there tonight. No way.

The sheets were:

A pretty imaginative list. The anyone entries helped with the pairings.

"Remember, if you've already done something, don't stand there. The only exception is oral sex. If you think you can learn, you can try that tonight, but if you're just trying to bang a cheerleader, forget it," said Chris. She went over and opened the storage closet and came back with a huge tub of condoms.

"OK, move it. Stand on your spot," said Morgan. "If anyone wants to just watch and learn, that's fine too. You don't have to participate. If you're too embarrassed to do things in a crowd, we understand, but I'd strongly suggest you get over it. You're not likely to get another chance for a piece of this." With that, she whipped her top off, to gasps from the crowd.

At that point, there as a flurry of clothes flying and there wasn't a clothed person in the room.

Everybody milled about a bit and I saw some people move when a spot was too crowded.

There were too many boys on lick a pussy and fuck a girl given we only had five girls.

"This is great," said Leslie. "We girls need to get warmed up. We're going to teach these boys some skills, so if you're on fuck a pussy, you're going to have to wait until they get us off. If you have something else you want to try too, this is a good time to move. In particular, if you're interested in getting sucked, I'd suggest you do that first. That way you'll last longer when you get to fuck someone. All five of us can suck while we're being licked, so that opens somethings up."

Well that made sense. We let the movement settle and then the girls and I went and paired people off. Before we did, we asked for a show of hands of the boys that had sucked a cock, fucked a boy, and been fucked. That let us pair experienced with inexperienced and to my surprise, when we asked, hands went up.

We paired almost everyone off, with only a few having to wait. I was simply stunned that Grey was standing in the Get fucked area. I went over to him and held out my hand. He took it, with a small smile.

I wasn't going to make a big deal out of it. He was opening up and that was great. I took him over to a mat, and grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom on the way. Yes, we had cases of lube out too.

I had him sit cross-legged on the mat with me and gave him the can but don't have to talk again. I have said it several times already to the group, but he was a pretty special case.

"Oh, I want to. I've wanted to forever. I've known I liked boys since I was little. Honestly, I thought I was only interested in boys. My parents would freak, but I don't care. Fuck'em," said Grey. "I just believed it was so wrong and I was bad. Tonight has opened my eyes. To a lot of things. Chris is so fucking hot."

So, in my best Virgin Whisperer way, I made gentle love to him. I spooned him and reached around and jacked him off while I fucked him. It's a pretty powerful first time and he shot so hard it splashed on the two guys on the next mat. They didn't seem to mind, and as he came, I did too. We laid there for a minute and then I pulled out. He rolled over and, to my surprise, kissed me. I kissed my way down his body and cleaned off his cock. Oh, he got hard for a third time. I sensed movement and looked up, and there was Chris, naked, holding a condom. She just smiled at me and I moved out of the way. She sat across his legs and rolled on the condom and then got on her knees and lowered herself onto him. She took one of his hands and put it on her breast and the took his other hand and showed him how to gently stroke her clit.

A crowd gathered. Rightfully so. Chris was putting on a clinic, and they were both enjoying it. Given it was his third cum, he lasted forever, and took Chris over repeatedly. She leaned down and started making out with him, and that was all he could take. I was standing near their feet and could see his cock pulse. Chris just moaned and vibrated.

It was quite a night for Grey. Once Chris rolled off, the crowd clapped. Yes, they gave Grey and Chris an ovation.

A well-deserved one. Everyone broke up and the evening went on and on and on. Once someone finished with one experience, they went and stood near the sheet for another one. We didn't need to do the pairings -- they all just matched themselves up.

I'm confident the girls were pretty worn out.

About four am, everyone just drifted off to sleep. We had enough sleep mats that the, um, sticky ones went in to a pile and everyone got a fresh one. A lot of people pushed theirs together and slept snuggled up or holding hands or just near someone. Chris let Grey spoon her, after explaining clearly that she wasn't available. Noah, you know.

Over forty sticky people, sleeping in a gym that, large as it was, smelled like sex.

People started waking up about nine, and I led the way into the pool and we all skinny dipped. Then we all went into the men's locker room and showered. Yes, the girls went with us, and yes, Morgan carried the lube and Leslie carried the condoms into the showers.

It would have made a hell of a porn movie. Finally everyone was clean and put on actual clothes and I led them out to the outdoor pool. Mom and Dad had caterers arranged for a big brunch. They had omelet stations and a buffet and more. It was our family, so there was someone carving a standing rib. After all it was brunch by now. You know there were big bowls of shrimp and other bowls of lobster.

We do food right.

The parents started drifting in around noon, but we encouraged them to have lunch and stick around for the day. The party had been on Saturday night, so given it was Sunday, the party lasted all day. Chris and Leslie took everyone on sightseeing helicopter flights, much to the confusion of all the parents, although almost all of them eventually went on a ride too.

The go-carts were packed and everyone enjoyed the pool and the big jacuzzi. We took boat rides, and had tons of waverunners, and even did some parasailing, which was a new thing. It was one hell of a day and I can honestly say, everyone went home better friends than when they started. Over the next few weeks it was pretty clear that their confidence level was higher too.

Grey and Steve started dating. It freaked out Grey's parents, but to his surprise, they eventually accepted it. If I was a betting man, I'd predict they'd marry someday.

Oh, and yes, most of the parents were confused about why the party was at a resort. It wasn't. Right?

The school called

Bob here. I have to finish the story.

A few months after the party, I got a call from the principal of the middle school demanding a meeting with Orlando's parents. I guess they'd changed principals or something, as I didn't know this one. It is particularly confusing, because Orlando had already graduated high school. Yeah, at 13. Virtual school can be amazing. The principal insisted, so Amy and I agreed to come in that afternoon.

He pissed me off though, so I sure as hell wasn't dressing up. Amy wore a nice sundress, but cargo shorts and a vintage T for me. Yeah, we both wore flip flops too. We did prominently wear our Level 2 volunteer badges though. We cared about the school system and didn't like his attitude.

We got to the school and were greeted warmly by everyone in the office. Well this is just getting weird. The secretary whispered that this was the acting principal, for just two weeks, while the principal we knew had minor surgery. The dick made us wait and wait, and finally had someone escort us into his office. I hate power trips. Amy hates them more than I do. He didn't even offer us a seat, so fuck him, we sat down. I'm a taxpayer. He works for me. He started to talk and Amy interrupted him. He didn't like that.

"We don't know you and this whole circumstance makes us uncomfortable. We don't even have a child in the school. We'd like another administrator in the room with us during the conversation," said Amy.

He got all blustery and insisted it wasn't necessary and we just needed to get on with it. Amy looked at me and this time I could read her mind. We both got up and started towards the door.

"You can't leave," he bellowed. Yes, actually bellowed. He was a big guy, at least 6'5" (195 cm), so his bellow was pretty powerful. He hadn't met the powerhouse that is Amy yet.

"We can do anything we damn well please," said Amy. "You seem to completely misunderstand this relationship. You work for us, the taxpayer. You asked us to come in and we did, voluntarily, although it is clear that you are a pretty damn big douche. We don't even have a child in this school. So you have two choices. You can sit your ass down in your chair and politely apologize for your abominable behavior, or you can feel my wrath, which will likely result in your dismissal from the school system. Are you bright enough to even notice that the name on your state-of-the-art new media center just happens to match our last name? Perhaps you also may have noticed that the new multimillion-dollar stadium at the high school bears our last name? Maybe you might even have read about it in the New York Times, or Time magazine, or even seen our names on the damn Forbes 400 list. If you're too stupid to make that connection, then you shouldn't even be here as you are an embarrassment to the school district. So sit down, apologize and tell us why the fuck we're here. I'm going to get your school secretary."

Apparently there was an entire group of people listening on the other side of the door, as we heard a small cheer. I opened the door and the entire office staff suddenly tried to find something to do. I waved the secretary in, but you could tell she didn't like it. She went and sat as far away from the action as she could.

For his part, the principal had sat down and looked a bit stunned. Amy will do that to you. He took a deep breath.

"It appears we got off on the wrong foot," he said. "I apologize if I was misunderstood." Oh yeah, non-apologies. This is going to get ugly. Amy was surprisingly serene. She pulled out her phone and quickly dialed a number.

"James, this is Amy," she said into the phone. "We're at the middle school and your acting principal is a douche. I can give you more detail, but I strongly suggest you come over immediately and bring someone that can step into his role. Bob and I will wait. 20 minutes? Perfect." With that, she hung up. She didn't say another word and I'm no idiot, I didn't either. Principal dude got all blustery again, but finally figured out he should just shut up. Almost exactly twenty minutes later, in walked James, the superintendent of schools, followed by a familiar face, the assistant principal at the high school. We both stood up and I don't think it helped much that they both shook my hand and both hugged Amy. Well she is damn huggable.

"OK, we're going to get to the bottom of this," said James. "I'm not even clear why you're here. You don't even have a child in the school system anymore. They all graduated."

The school secretary couldn't resist. "All your kids graduated high school already? Including Chris and Leslie? They're 11!" she said. We assured her they had. That caused a bit of a buzz from the huddled team until James got up and shut the door. He sat down next to us. Across from the douche.

"So tell us why you asked them to come in," said James. You could see the discomfort ooze out of the principal's pores. Finally he screwed up the courage. He threw two bracelets on his desk. You know, the rubbery ones that are in support of something. In this case a blue one and a pink one.

"Your son," he said, spitting it out. "is a sexual predator and I intend to have him arrested." Wow, that was a bold statement. We worry, so this time, we were going to be quiet and let the douche talk.

"A number of students in the school are wearing these. Your son has been deflowering virgins, both girls and boys," he spat out. "Then he SELLS them one of these bracelets that says whispered. I don't know what it means, but he is abusing other children and must be stopped. Stealing from them too." Oh, got it. The virgin whisperer. Well, the principal might not approve, but it isn't illegal in Florida.

"I see," said Amy. "That is concerning. So you've had children accuse Orlando of raping them."

"Not exactly," he said.

"It's a yes or no question," pushed Amy. "You accused our son of being a sexual predator, which is a pretty harsh statement. You must have one or more complaints that have been made, otherwise it is just slander."

"We have heard rumors," he said. "Rumors that the children in this school are asking your son to be their first and he is doing it."

"I see," said Amy. "And these children are Orlando's age?"

"Well yes," said the principal.

"And you have documented proof," said Amy.

"We have these bracelets," said the principal.

"Uh huh," said Amy. "And you believe that Orlando is selling these after he has sex with them." Yeah, there is no way. Mr. Discretion.

"Yes, of course," said the principal. "He clearly wants their money." Oh, we both laughed. The secretary laughed. The Superintendent laughed. The principal looked pissed.

"Let's just say we agree Orlando might be having consensual sex," said Amy. "If you base any accusations on the bracelets, that's just laughable. Orlando shares an investment fund with his sisters. They have done quite well recently and the fund is worth a little more than $500 million. Orlando has our approval to buy absolutely anything he wants and he only has to ask permission if he is going to spend more than $10 million. We're considering raising that to $100 million, because they're pretty savvy investors. Our family is worth over $85 billion. Our daughter Chris controls a PAC with another $75 billion in it. You, on the other hand, are an idiot."

Yeah, he looked a bit stunned. My turn.

"It appears you have this entire situation backwards. Rumors are flying in your school that are abusive to our son. Slanderous allegations led by the principal of the school. Orlando is a kind, gentle person. If he is sexually active, and I am not saying he is, then it is consensual and I would have no doubt a special experience for the boys and girls involved. I suspect he is setting a high bar for their future partners. He is a good, kind, wonderful kid who graduated from high school at 13. He's a successful actor, model, and musical artist. All I can figure out is that you knew most of this and this is some form of shakedown," I said. Clap back. It's what I do. He got all blustery again.

"How can you make that allegation!" said the douche. Yeah, I'm going to keep calling him the douche.

"Well, we heard rumors," said Amy. The superintendent couldn't hold it and laughed out loud. "Did you even bother to talk to anyone here at the school that knows Orlando? A teacher? An administrator? A student? Anyone? My guess is no, you jumped to a conclusion. Now I have no idea who sells those bracelets, but it is abusive and slanderous, so yes, you have a problem and need to find that person and stop it. Stop these rumors. You need to do your damn job."

"I couldn't have said it better myself," said the Superintendent. "I don't normally rebuke anyone in public, but this time it is deserved. This family. These kids. They're some of the finest people I have ever met. They have been blessed with money and a platform and they are using it for the public good. Surely you have heard of the Hayden foundation? You can't be under that big a rock." He acknowledged that he knew the foundation.

"Have you seen the young woman that leads the foundation?" he asked. Again, the principal admitted he had.

"Chris Hayden is their youngest child. She is eleven, just like her adopted sister Leslie. Both of whom have already graduated from high school," he said, getting louder and louder. "The foundation was started with a $5 billion donation by the two people that you summoned in your office, without even doing the most basic of homework. You embarrassed yourself, this school, and the school district. I don't know what's going on, but I know Orlando and I second what they said. He's a kind, gentle soul and if he is introducing other kids to sex, then more power to him. He's doing it right, and I know that. We live in a suppressed society that teaches that sex is bad and won't teach more than the basics in school. It's ridiculous. I won't tolerate this behavior and I don't mean Orlando. You're suspended. Go home. Now." By the end, I'm pretty sure the entire school heard it. The principal got his car keys and slunk out of the office. The superintendent waved the secretary out too, leaving just the three of us. He turned to us.

"Listen. Everything I said is true. Orlando is a fine young man and I suspect a first time with him is life changing, but he needs to be more careful. I suspect he is incredibly discreet, but somebody isn't. Tell him to back off, at least for now. Be firm. Don't let him offer his, um, help, to anyone else at this school. You're rich and he's famous. Just tell him to stop. I have no doubt that a 13-year-old supermodel can find plenty of people to fuck. Just be careful," he said. Yeah, good advice. Oh, and he can find plenty of people to fuck. I'm up for it.

"I do suspect it is a mind-blowing experience," he said. Oh. Look. Tenting his pants. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.

"Thank you for your help and support," said Amy. "We understand this is a concerning situation and will coach him as you suggested. Our family is pretty open about sexuality as we feel it is important for them to see it as good, not bad, so he likely is a bit more experienced than most. It just wouldn't surprise us. The funny thing is if all this is happening, it's a good thing, not a bad thing, but society doesn't see it that way." With that the superintendent got up and offered his hand to us both.

"I agree," was his parting comment. We headed back out to the car, walking with him. He'd left the high school assistant principal in charge. We got out to the visitors' lot. He saw we were driving the Muira and just shook his head and laughed. Yeah, well. We got in the car and pulled out.

"This sucks," said Amy. "Orlando was truly helping those kids. Making them see the joy of sex. Improving their lives forever. Now he has to stop. Completely, at least for a while."

"I guess we'll all just have to make up the difference," I said, which did make Amy laugh. We got him and had a long talk with Orlando. He was pissed, and understandably so. He was going to find out who sold the bracelets, but we told him to let it go. (The song just started in your head, didn't it?) Sometimes the battle is won with inaction. We suspected he was still going to find out.

I liked them older

Oh, I found out. No need to tell you who it was, and I suppose he was quite the entrepreneur. No, I didn't beat him up. I talked to him. I explained the value of discretion and much to my surprise, he understood. I had him go collect the bracelets from anyone that bought them, and to my complete lack of surprise, I'd never even met most of them. They were trying to act cool without being cool. Oh, I know you're expecting this to end with my teaching him things, but no, I never saw him again and yes, I stayed away from middle schoolers. I already had made that decision, so it wasn't a big stretch.

I liked'em older.

And she bought...

Tavi here. One closing comment, since I promised I would share.

We were in Athens because Tegan wanted to buy the movie theater. There was a movie she wanted to see.

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Character information

Name Chapters Age Description when introduced Stats when introduced
Bob All 25 Dad 6'2" (188 cm) – 165 (75 kg) , swimmer's body, 6–inch (15 cm) cut average cock
Amy All 23 Mom (and the Nanny, to start) 5'1" (155 cm) – 110 (50 kg) , bright red hair, C cup
Morgan All 17 The oldest of the new kids 5'5" (165 cm) – 120 (54 kg) , dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous
Orlando All 15 The middle child and the only boy 5'0" (152 cm) – 100 (45 kg) , dirty blonde, 6–inch (15 cm) cut thick cock
Leslie All 13 The youngest 4'6" (137 cm) – 80 (36 kg) , brown hair, flat–chested
Chris 6,8,14-52 13 Boat sales person but becomes more 4'11" (150 cm) – 80 (36 kg) , slim, glorious puffy nipples
Sara 6,8,14-52 24 Sales managers, car dealers 5'3" (160 cm) – 100 (45 kg) , dark hair, Amerasian, small B cup
Jim 1,2-3,51 25 Middle school guidance counselor 6'3" (191 cm) – ripped, 10–inch (25.5 cm) thick cock
Tim 1,2-3,7-8,41,51 Twenties Jim's friend 6'8" (203 cm) – 250 (113 kg) , Black, 12–inch (30.5 cm) cock
Vicky Johnson 2,5,51 Early thirties DFS Social Worker 5'7" (170 cm) – Very attractive
Hunter 2,3,13,27,30,32,34,36,38-39,42-44,47-49,51 13 Leslie's new friend 5'0" (152 cm) – cute as hell, 3–inch (8 cm) cock
Hallie 2,3,13,27,30,32,34,38-39,42-44,47-49,51 13 Hunter's twin sister 4'8" (142 cm) – small A cup
Sota 2,28-29,32,47,51 Forties Don's friend at the party 5'8" (173 cm) – lean, 5–inch (13 cm) cock
Masako 2,20,28-29,32,51 Thirties Sota's wife 5'8" (173 cm) – athletic, A cup
John 3,7,17,31,36,39,51 48 Amy's dad 6'0" (183 cm) – fit, 8–inch (20 cm) thick cock
Lance 5,8,15-17,29,31,33,47,51 Forties Co–owner, classic car restoration in Clearwater 6'2" (188 cm) – reasonably fit, average cock
Matt 5,8,16-17,29,31,33,47,51 29 Co–owner, classic car restoration in Clearwater 6'0" (183 cm) – average in every day, including a 5.5–inch (13 cm) cut cock
Blake 5,9-10,12,15-18,20-21,24,26-28,30-32,34,39,41,32,43,45-46,51-52 Thirties First home staff. Mechanic, general purpose everything 6'2" (188 cm) – 185 (84 kg) , blonde, ripped, 7–inch (18 cm) thin cock
Alison 5,9-12,15-18,20-21,24,26-28,30-32,34,36,39,42-43,45-46,48,51 Thirties First home staff. Chef, runs the house and more 5'9" (175 cm) – tall, athletic, blonde, simply stunning, B cup, model gorgeous
Gabriel (Gabe) 6,14,16-19,24,27-29,31-37,39-40,42-43,45,47-52 13 Juanita's brother 5'6" (168 cm) – Cute AF, 5–inch (13 cm) cock
Ruby 6,14,16-19,24,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-46,49-52 11 Juanita's sister 4'11" (150 cm) – 85 (39 kg) , sexy, flat
Jesse 6,7,16-19,27,31-34,37-39,42-43,47-49,51 Forties Juanita's dad 5'11" (180 cm) – 175 (79 kg) , Vin Diesel, but with short hair, 6–inch (15 cm) average cock
Julia 6,16-19,24,27,31-34,37,39,42-43,47-49,51 Forties Juanita's mom 5'6" (168 cm) – 125 (57 kg) , stunning, D cup on a small frame
Luca 7,8-9,14,16-17,19,23,27,31,34,36-40,42-44,46-47,50-52 15 Sophia's son 5'9" (175 cm) – chiseled, male Sophia, 6–inch (15 cm) uncut cock
Elena 7,8-9,14,16-17,19,23,27,31,34,36-40,42-47,51-52 11 Sophia's daughter 4'5" (135 cm) – sexy AF
Chloe 14,15,20,24,27,34,36,39-43,51 Thirties Developer and architect 5'7" (170 cm) – athletic, smaller B cup. Hot AF
Ben 14,15,20,24,27,39-43,51 Thirties Kitchen designer 6'0" (183 cm) – swimmer's body, 6–inch (15 cm) thick cock
Brooke 16,52 15 Middle school cheerleader 5'6" (168 cm) – brunette, cheerleader body, full C cup
Jack 16,51-52 15 Middle school quarterback 6'0" (183 cm) – muscular, attractive, 5.5–inch (13 cm) cut cock
Noah 17,18,24,27,31-34,36-37,39,41,43-44,48,51 13 Chris' new friend 5'7" (170 cm) – thin, 5–inch (13 cm) average cock. Big balls
Penny 17,24,32,47,51 Twenties Waitress 5'4" (163 cm) – 120 (54 kg) , B cup
Rylee 18,27,32,36-39,48,52 13 Cheerleader with Leslie and Chris 5'4" (163 cm) – sexy AF, B cup
Amai 19,21,23,26-30,32-34,36-39,41,47-48,50-52 Twenties The family social secretary 5'4" (163 cm) – beautiful, petite, B cup, 6–inch (15 cm) uncut thick cock
John 22,34,51 Thirties Gabe and Ruby's party parent 6'4" (193 cm) – black, 220 (100 kg) , 9–inch (23 cm) uncut cock, average
Max 22,32-34,36,52 11 Ruby's guest 4'8" (142 cm) – mixed, 60 (27 kg) , 5–inch (13 cm) uncut cock
Luna 24,29,32-33,36,41-43,47,51 24 Part–time family assistant 5'5" (165 cm) – 120 (54 kg) , strong, Swedish, C cup
Charlotte 30,31,33,36,52 27 Montreal caretaker 5'6" (168 cm) – French, sexy as hell, simply beautiful, B cup
Davy 32,36,39,51 11 Cam's son, Freja's nephew 4'10" (147 cm) – miniature Cam, 4–inch (10 cm) thin uncut cock
Gracy 32,36,39,51 11 Cam's daughter, Freja's niece 4'8" (142 cm) – miniature Freja, could be the kid's sister, not cousin, cute as a button
Amelia 33,34,36,41,50-51 21 BBF grant reviewer 5'1" (155 cm) – Size 0, A cups, blonde
Isaiah 34,37,40,42,51 Thirties New trainer 6'9" (206 cm) – muscular, thin, giant hands, 9–inch (23 cm) uncut thick cock
Malcolm 38,51 21 Oxford FWB 6'2" (188 cm) – Blonde, regal, very British upper crust
Paul 38,51 22 Oxford FWB 5'11" (180 cm) – dark hair, rough, bad part of London, but smart
Jase 40,41,45-46,52 Thirties Dionysus caretaker – Ileana's husband 6'3" (191 cm) – Dark hair, Greek, well–built, 6–inch (15 cm) uncut cock
Jayson (Coach J) 42,51 Twenties Teacher and coach 6'2" (188 cm) – Dark hair, fantastic shape, 7–inch (18 cm) uncut cock
Carlina 43,45-52 7 Romeo's daughter 4'4" (132 cm) – barely tall enough, blonde, cute, smart as hell
Kasen 44,45-46,51 Forties Vino island caretaker 5'10" (178 cm) – slim, tanned, athletic, 6–inch (15 cm) cut cock
Max 45,46-48,52 8 Cara and Cael's son 4'6" (137 cm) – cute, funny, impossible to tell from Martan, 3–inch (8 cm) uncut cock
Martan 45,46-48,52 8 Cara and Cael's son 4'6" (137 cm) – cute, funny, impossible to tell from Max, 3–inch (8 cm) uncut cock
Nan 45,48,50-51 4 9th grade student 3'8" (112 cm) – cute, bubbly, fun
Tyson 46,48,52 10 Gemma and Sean's son 5'4" (163 cm) – Kivin on a smaller scale, 4–inch (10 cm) cut cock
Tegan 46,48,50-52 7 Gemma and Sean's daughter 4'4" (132 cm) – Auburn hair, cute, fun
Tomas 46,52 11 Vincente's son 5'4" (163 cm) – Also Cute AF, sexy, and skilled. 6–inch (15 cm) thick uncut cock
Tavi 46,47-52 12 Emilia and Talmai's son 5'9" (175 cm) – Big for his age, works out, 7–inch (18 cm) thick uncut cock
Linn 47,51 Forties Lance's childhood friend and first 5'6" (168 cm) – sexy Mom, B cup, fit
Linnsey 47,51 13 Linn's daughter 5'5" (165 cm) – Linn's twin, A cup
Jon 47,51 17 Linn's son 6'0 – Tall, thin
Von 47,51 Forties Linn's husband 6'2" (188 cm) – Tall, thin, sexy
Delilah 47,51 Thirties Amy's nursing school friend 5'10" (178 cm) – dark hair, thin, A cup, model gorgeous.
Cin 47,51 14 Delilah's daughter 5'8" (173 cm) – slightly smaller Delilah, A cup
Tam 47,51 16 Delilah's son 6'3" (191 cm) – dark hair, thin, so sexy
Kevin 49,50-52 13 Homeless kid that Leslie rescues in New York 6'0" (183 cm) – Tall, really thin, 6–inch (15 cm) cut cock
Amara 50,51-52 12 Tavi's soon to be soul mate, in a wheelchair 5'6" (168 cm) – cute, wavy hair, nice body, B cup
Ari 50,51-52 9 Amara's younger brother 5'0" (152 cm) – dark wavy hair, kid's body, 4–inch (10 cm) cut cock
Athena 50,51 9 Sebastian and Rene's daughter, met Carlina in Athens 4'7" (140 cm) – little Greek cutie
Andreas 50,51 11 Sebastian and Rene's son 5'2" (157 cm) – Greek God in the making, 4–inch (10 cm) thin cut cock
Cobb 51 18 Director of the Patricia and Elizabeth fund 6'4" (193 cm) – Tall, dark, and oh so sexy, 7–inch (18 cm) thick cock
Marybeth 51 11 Amelia and Cobb's adopted daughter 5'2" (157 cm) – Thin, blonde, clearly a twin, small A cup
Richie 51 11 Amelia and Cobb's adopted son 5'2" (157 cm) – Thin, blonde, clearly a twin, thin 4–inch (10 cm) cock
Kyle 51 12 Marybeth's new school friend 5'0" (152 cm) – Dark hair, wiry, 5–inch (13 cm) thin cock
Lyla 51 11 Marybeth's other new school friend 4'11" (150 cm) – Cute, fun, average, A cup
Lyle 51 9 Lyla's brother 4'9" (145 cm) – Handsome, fun, 4–inch (10 cm) thick uncut cock
Nestor 51 10 Kid at the local school  
Lon 51 9 Jon and Linnsey's brother 4'11" (150 cm) – Skinny, funny, clearly Jon's little brother, 4–inch (10 cm) cock
Christi 51 Twenties Malcolm and Paul's friends 5'4" (163 cm) – Vivacious, blonde, average body, D cup
Greg 51 Twenties Malcolm and Paul's friends 5'11" (180 cm) – Mostly average, but fun, 6–inch (15 cm) average cock
Rina 51 18 Red light girl 4'11" (150 cm) – Red hair, pigtails, AAA cup, cute and fun
Biti 52 Thirties Amara's driving instructor 6'0" (183 cm) – Egyptian driving instructor for Amara
Bijan 52 Twenties Theme week students of Bob's 5'11" (180 cm) – Persian, dark hair, dark skin, 6–inch (15 cm) average cock
Ayisa 52 Twenties Theme week students of Bob's 5'4" (163 cm) – Persian, simply beautiful
Conrad 52 Thirties Theme week students of Gabe's 6'5" (195 cm) – German, big and muscular, 11–inch (28 cm) cock
Alize 52 Thirties Theme week students of Gabe's 5'0" (152 cm) – German, very petite, A cup, beautiful
Tico 52 17 Jack and Orlando's football friend 6'0" (183 cm) – Hispanic, great shape, 6 –inch average uncut cock
Darnell 52 17 Jack and Orlando's football friend 6'1" (185 cm) – Black, big, muscular, 11–inch (28 cm) BBC
Steve 52 16 Jack and Orlando's football friend – guard on the team 6'3" (191 cm) – Huge, muscular, 8–inch (20 cm) uncut cock
Grey 52 16 Jack and Orlando's football friend – religious parents 5'10" (178 cm) – strong, 6–inch (15 cm) average cut cock
Fraser 52 17 Jack and Orlando's football friend 6'0" (183 cm) – strong, 7–inch (18 cm) average cut cock
Mercer 52 17 Jack and Orlando's football friend 6'1" (185 cm) – Athlete, 5–inch (13 cm) thin cock
James 52 18 Jack and Orlando's football friend 6'2" (188 cm) – Big and brawny, 6–inch (15 cm) average cock

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