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Waking up, chap 6 — submission

As I promised in the previous story, I will elaborate on the ’sex ensues’ that I mentioned at the end of part 5. First, I will remind you that I had told her “Mary, I actually was rather proud at how much patience you showed after all those digs that one of the guests had been making all night long. You, clearly and somewhat politely, (and I smiled) and with extreme sarcasm, pointed out what an asshole she was being tonight. Mary loved hearing that. Me: “And I have to say that your suggestion about adding solar was BRILLIANT. It hadn’t even occurred to me. At the next house meeting, I want to bring it up.”

Mary had shown up just before bedtime, and I had promised to have sex with her (well, implied, I suppose, but it was pretty obviously a promise) and she was rather happy about it. I told her that when she felt as if she might have an orgasm, that she had to bury her face in my pillow so that nobody would hear her scream.

Me: “Now, I am not asking these things to embarrass you—I need to know about your sexual history so that I know the best way to proceed. I don’t want to go too fast or too slow, but just right. “OK, so first, are you a virgin? It is OK to be a virgin, it is OK to NOT be a virgin. Remember, me, Calif hippy. Sex should be fun, with no hangups, and you shouldn’t be embarrassed about anything. So, virgin or not?” (She said no.) “OK, how many partners?” (She said two.) “And about how many times total have you had sex?” (She said two, and looked embarrassed.) “And when was the last time?” (She said about 2-3 years ago.) “So back in high school?” (Yes) “Did they manage to give you an orgasm?” (She said no, and looked embarrassed.) “Listen, it isn’t your fault that you hooked up with two immature, incompetent guys who didn’t know what they were doing, and it isn’t surprising that you just stopped, because neither one pleased you.” (She had a serious look on her face.) “Tonight, your first night, I am going to make it all be about YOU. (Me, with a smile, continued) I hope that you are OK with that.” (Mary got a small, somewhat shy smile on her face.) “Unfortunately, because you haven’t gotten your blood test results back yet, we are going to skip a few things. We can get to those later. Oh, WAIT! There are sandwich baggies in the kitchen! Wait here, I’ll be right back. Oh, and you might as well strip while I am gone.”

So I ran down to the kitchen, grabbed about 5 simple sandwich baggies (the ones with a flap, no ziplock, since they are much thinner than the ziplock variety), took a sharp paring knife and went back to my room. She was still standing, flushed on face, neck and the top of her chest, with her nipples standing at attention. She had beautiful C-size breasts and well trimmed, neat but not too short, pussy hair. Me: “I’ll show you what these baggies are for later. But first I am going to cut the sides off one baggie, while leaving the bottom alone. This way I no longer have a baggie, I have a sheet of plastic twice as long, with a flap at the top, instead.” (I put everything aside.) Now, let’s strip back all the top stuff on the bed, leaving it at the bottom or hanging down to the floor, so we’ll be laying only on the bottom sheet.” And so we did.

Me: “ OK, let’s start with a massage.” And I massaged her neck, her shoulders, her butt muscles, her thighs, her calved, and her feet for about 10 minutes. Me: “Well, you keep squirming. I think that you want to skip straight to ‘something other than a massage’” (She laughed and said yes.) “OK, we’ll start with you on your stomach.” I brushed her hair away from her neck and started very lightly caressing the back of her neck, while blowing very lightly on it, Then I started kissing her closest shoulder while lightly caressing the the other shoulder. I kissed my way down one arm while lightly stroking the the other other arm. Gentle kisses on the inside of the elbow, then down to her wrist and the palm of her hand. I had been very lightly pushing “you are getting horny—you are getting horny” ever since I started kissing her neck. She had her arms at her sides, and when I got to down her palm, I could smell how excited she was. I lightly kissed her butt cheeks all over back and sides, both cheeks, then spread her cheeks and lightly blew on her anus. BOY did she like that! I kissed my way down one of he legs, kissing her on the inside of the knee.

Me: “Well, maybe you would like me to play with the front now?” She rolled over VERY quickly. Me: “I haven’t even started licking you yet and I can smell how aroused you are.” (She Blushed). I started by kissing her nose, her temple, the side of her neck, the middle front of her neck, the collar bone, between her breasts, the outside of her right breast, the inside of her right breast, the outside of her left breast, the inside of her left breast, and again between her breasts. She was starting to pant. I then took my index finger and slowly circled one of her erect nipples on the areola, then the other. I told her to sit up in bed and using both of my hands, I took her nipples between my ‘ring’ and ‘middle’ fingers, applied a tiny amount of pressure and rolled her nipples around while licking the top of her nipples and gently squeezing her tits with the ends of all my fingers. She started to moan. Me: “It sounds like you are enjoying yourself. Her (exasperated): “when are you going to fuck me?!!?” Me: “Well this is tonight’s plan- you really don’t need my penis to come. You are pretty close already aren’t you?” Her: “Yes, damnit, FUCK MEEEEEE!” . Me: “Such language! Maybe I should just stop now since you aren’t appreciating what I am doing.” (While still playing with her nipples.) She was now constantly moaning softly, in a steady stream.) Her: “no, no, no, no, PLEASE don’t stop. I promise not to complain anymore.”

Me: “Well, I guess I can start licking now.” I removed one hand from a tit and stated kissing the areola and nipple, then licking, while continuing to roll her other nipple between my fingers. Then I started to suck on her nipple. The moans got loader. Me: “Remember the pillow, I you have a loud orgasm that your sisters can hear, I am going to stop for the night. I was hoping that I could give you more than one orgasm tonight so be quiet, use the pillow.” I slobbered all over her nipple while sucking on it, and using my ‘free’ hand to play with the tit I was sucking. I then licked between the fingers of my ‘free’ hand, the one not playing with a nipple, and put it on the nipple that I had just gotten completely wet. Since both the nipple and the area between my fingers were really wet, I stopped ‘rolling’ that nipple and gently squeezed the nipple and pulled back, ‘popping’ the nipple out from between my fingers. I did this just as I started sucking on her other nipple. I then cheated and did a small, slight push at her: “cum”. She grabbed the pillow and crushed it against her face and gave a few ‘yips’ that weren’t very loud, and wouldn’t have been even without the pillow. Then I started sucking her nipple rather forcefully, while rolling my tongue around it, and pushing a huge “CUM”. She exploded, screamed and started bucking her hips. Thank god she had the pillow over her face, or she would have woken the entire sorority.

I stopped everything, sat back, and waited for her to come back to earth. After about 30 seconds, her eyes focused and she threw herself on top of me, almost knocking me of the bed. Then Mary said: “ That was amazing. Those were my first orgasms, ever. Thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou” and covering my face with kisses. Me: “See, I told you a penis is not always required. I didn’t even touch your pussy, not once. There are lots of erogenous zones on the body, one just has to know where they are and just how to tickle them just right. I will be teaching YOU how to teach your future boyfriends or husband how to make you feel like you just did tonight. Hopefully.”

Mary: “OMG. I am a limp noodle. Exhausted.” Me (teasing): “What, you don’t want me to continue so that you can see what other magic I can perform, maybe playing with your pussy?” Mary (with a smile): “Are you trying to kill me tonight?”. Me: “Unclear response. Do you want me to continue, or to stop?” Mary: “Oh, definitely continue!” I played with her tits some more, revisited a few erogenous zones, started kissing my way down to her stomach, then her belly button. She started panting again. But I when I got very close, I skipped over her pussy. She groaned with frustration. Me: “Was that a complaint? I thought I heard a promise of no more complaining.” Mary (in a somewhat strangled voice): “I didn’t say a single word” (while biting her lip). I kissed down the inside of her thigh to her knee, then up the outside, crossing over the very top of the pubic hair and down the outside of her other thigh. (another frustrated groan) Then I slowly licked and kissed my way up the inside of her thigh to just below her pussy. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the sandwich bag that I had cut open earlier. Me: “Now you get to see what this is for” and I covered her entire pubic area with the plastic; it was the perfect pussy protector. Light, thin, big, covered everything, and had a ‘handle’—the fold-over flap at the top of the former baggie which I could use to hang on to it and keep it in place. I said: “See, no fluid transfer. Now get that pillow ready, in-hand, because you are going to need it” and gently started licking her pussy lips over the plastic but without touching her clit. Her hips started rising and falling with the rhythm of my licks. I still didn’t touch her nubbin. I pushed at her a small: “cum”. She yipped and started bouncing. After a few seconds of her bliss, I stopped while she settled down.

Me: “See sometimes penetration isn’t even necessary, if the guy knows what he is doing. I have some good news for you; I am going to stop using my tongue.” (She suddenly had this bright, enormous smile on her face.) “It’s not what you thiiiiink.” (Confused look on Mary’s face) “I am going to remove the pussy dam and use my fingers, but not like you think. No penetration, and no fluid exchange.” (Mary looked even more confused.) Me: “just keep that pillow handy, OK?” Mary nodded. I started rubbing her outer lips with my fingers. Then I moved up. I could see her clit at full attention, and full attention it was going to get from me. I still didn’t touch the actual clit, I put my fingers on either side of her clitoral hood and massaged the clit using the hood—indirect stimulation. I pushed a moderate “Cum” to Mary and she screamed into the pillow. I stopped the stimulation and waited. When she recognized her surroundings again, I said “Don’t put that pillow away just yet” and pulled her pussy lips and the clit hood as far apart as I could and just started slowly, gently blowing my warm breath on her pussy and clit. I pushed a massive “CUM” and boy did she let go—her eyes actually rolled back into her head. I waited for her to rejoin the living and did it all again, including pushing a massive “CUM” at her. Off she went to the races again.

Mary spent the night, cuddling with me. She fell asleep in less than two minutes. When we woke up the next morning, I kissed her cheek and said “You fell asleep right away. Do you normally do that?” She smiled, then giggled and replied: “well, I don’t usually get a workout like that before going to sleep, so no, I don’t.“ Me, with a smile : “I am glad that I could help you get a good night’s sleep. Now remember, no bragging, no jealousy—several other sisters have signed up—so you ARE going to have to share. Based on the numbers, and I won’t say how many, maybe only once a week.” Mary smiled and said “Anything I can get, I’ll definitely be happy to get.” Me: “And remember, these are ‘study sessions’. You are going to figure out what you like, what you don’t, what are your favorite positions AND I am going to be teaching you how to train a guy that you like about sex in a gentle manner so that he doesn’t freak out and more importantly thinks that he is a god in the bedroom. Last night was a special ‘all about Mary’ night. It will be different going forward. And don’t forget, I left the obvious for the future: using my cock to fuck you silly.”

Two of her sisters saw Mary leave my room around 7:30 AM the next morning. Mary put her finger across her lips in the universal “sshh, be quiet sign” and scampered off to her room, then took a shower. At breakfast (a late breakfast, as it was Saturday, and nobody had classes) all her sisters could tell that Mary was very happy about something, she was all smiles that morning and skipping around the house. Lucy asked “what has gotten you into such a great mood this morning?” Mary answered “I just think that today is going to be a great day—I just have a feeling.” One of the sisters, one who had seen Mary leave my room that morning said (with a smile) “I bet I know why she is so happy.”

I cleared my throat. I said : “I have an expression that I like to use: ‘Is it your story to tell, or is it mine?’ If it is MY story to tell, then I should be the one who decides to tell it or not. Personally, I get the impression that this is a story that Mary should decide to share, or not, as she wishes. Mary, is there something you would like to share, or simply ’no comment’?”. She looked me straight in the eye and said “Mr C gave me 6 orgasms last night. My first ever orgasms.” Gasps around the table, all the sisters present jumped up and hugged Mary, then came over and hugged me. One said “When will it be my turn?” I answered: “To everyone, I won’t be talking about individuals, as I have made clear. Whether yes or no, it your decision to make, your decision to share if you wish to share. But if you ARE interested, you know where the ‘study session’ box is. And, if interested, when you get your STD blood test results back, just show them to me.”

‘Mom’ wasn’t at breakfast, so I asked if anyone knew where she might be. One of the sisters said, “Oh, she came down early and ate a quick breakfast. And has been working in her office since.” So I headed to her office, knocked, and said “It’s MrC, do you have a few minutes to talk?”. I heard a “come on in”, so I entered. She was obviously in the middle of a LOT of somethings. Me: “I can come back later, you look busy”. Mom: “No, I really need a short break and I always enjoy talking with you.” Me: “Well, maybe not this time. Anyhow, stand up. Come around the front of the desk, lean over and put your hands on the desk, and I’ll massage your neck and shoulders.” Mom: “Always the lifesaver.” Me: “Normally I wouldn’t be telling you this, it would be somebody else’s decision to tell you, but … at breakfast everyone noticed that Mary was in a very happy mood. One of the girls said ‘ I bet I know why! ‘. So I trolled out my usual " I have an expression that I like to use: ‘Is it your story to tell, or is it mine?’ If it is MY story to tell, then I should be the one who decides to tell it or not. Personally, I get the impression that this is a story that Mary should decide to share, or not, as she wishes.” She decided to share, in front of most of the sorority, you just didn’t hear it then, but you probably will hear about it soon and I don’t want you to get blindsided. Mary looked me straight in the eyes and said ‘Mr C gave me 6 orgasms last night. My first ever orgasms.’ So since she decided to share with most of the sorority I thought I would give you a heads up, so you will be prepared when you ‘learn’ about it.” I heard a half-way strangled “thanks” from Mom. She turns around and asked: “but what about the STD blood tests results? I wasn’t aware that she had received them.” Me: “Well, not in the mail. I thought that it was taking way too long and told her to just go down to the clinic and ask for a copy there. I am going to tell the other girls the same thing. This delay is ridiculous. Of course, some trickster could be stealing the sorority’s mail, which is a federal crime with YEARS of hard time. You might want to check the security cameras, where the mailbox is clearly visible from multiple angles. But maybe there was just a clog-up in the campus postal delivery service and they will all show up today or tomorrow. Maybe wait a day before wasting your time” Now I was looking straight in her eyes when I said that, and I could tell that she knew I had figured out that she had been short-stopping the lab results.

OK, second subject. Just an observation. I thought that both Lucy, and especially Mary, did a great job at dinner last night. Both had the patience to not explode immediately—hell they waited through insult after insult, we were well into the main course before Lucy let her have it. Neither of them swore, and (I smiled at this point) Mary has a rather keen understanding of sarcasm. Did you notice that Bethany basically shut up after those two told her off?” Mom: “Yeah I was real proud of all my girls last night.” Me: “Did you also notice that Dusty looked very embarrassed every time Bethany opened her mouth? She definitely was NOT on board with Bethany’s plan, whatever it was. I don’t even think that she knew about it. I think that Bethany got a long, loud talking to on the way home and that it probably continued at home when they got there. So, I have been thinking. The new quarter starts in 4 weeks. It would be crazy to try and set up defense class schedules when everybody is going to have new classes at different times in a few weeks. So, the good news is that gives us (me and the other sisters) time to visit the top three defense schools, see their gym, watch a few classes, both basic and intermediate. And my viewpoint is that Dusty’s studio is probably the best in technique so we shouldn’t automatically drop them. (Mom got a surprised look on her face.) Hey, Bethany is a fantastic teacher and knows her shit. She’s just a bigot. BUT, if the girls don’t respect her, it will be a waste of time, and we should end up going with the #2 choice. But we have 4 weeks to decide.”

Still Me: “Third Subject. During Mary’s sarcastic rant she mentioned something that I hadn’t considered but it is a great idea. Let’s just agree to say that she ’stretched the truth’ a little bit. She said that our next project was doing solar. I think that is a GREAT idea. Now, to put panels on the roof would not be a good idea until the roof is completely redone because it is in really bad shape, and that is going to be EXPENSIVE. However, what we can do is start by building a free-standing ’solar roof’, sort of like a huge ‘car port’ in the side yard that has southern exposure. Now, it would block the view out of the ground floor windows, but south is THAT way, and the only ‘view’ is scrub grass and weeds and a rickety fence about 30 feet away. AND two other benefits: (1) We could make it high enough and roomy enough for it to actually be a car port. It would mean more work, adding a gravel driveway and parking area but still a nice benefit. ONLY cars that don’t leak fluids will be allowed to park there. (2) Even better, it will shade the southern ground floor wall, keeping the direct sun off the wall, so the kitchen and the parlor and the sitting room would be cooler during the muggy summer. I might be able to find a guy that does Quality Analysis and Control for a solar panel manufacturing company. Usually, they don’t want more than a 1-2% deviation in electrical production between panels. I might (no guarantees) be able to get panels with 92-97% of “standard” production for half price. I can look into it if you give me the go ahead. I’d like to bring up solar at the next house meeting, but NOT the possible price reduction. It’s a pie in the sky idea at the moment. So, I’ll lead the sisters (any sister who WANTS to learn) on how to calculate maximum daily electrical usage, max and avg monthly usage, and total kWh consumption per year over the past few years. Now, while doing this, there are federal rebates on this—and it involves ANYTHING that has to be replaced during the solar install. So, we check how old the water heaters are. More than 6 years, replace with electric ones. We might want to switch to an electric oven and stove top. And how old is your heater? Doesn’t it burn fuel oil that has to be delivered? We switch to a HUGE heat pump, which will do both heating and air conditioning. I believe that the tax rebate is 26%. Or 24% or 28%. I can’t remember. But they pay the rebate when you switch ‘polluting appliances’ to electric during the solar install. And we should probably get a whole-house battery backup system, that will run the house for a full day, in case of total outage, and so that there is electricity at night from OUR generated power. Shall I look into it?”. Mom, with a dazed and somewhat gob-smacked look on her face said: “um, yeah, sure”. I will stress that this is going to be expensive, and so far, the emergency fund won’t be able to pay for it. But we can wait a few months, and let it grow. I think that the MOST important thing for the near future is the basic defense class for the sisters. MORE important than solar. But skip as many expenses as you can, to put as much money in the emergency fund as possible. I don’t need any new pots or pans at the moment.

Me: “OK, 4th subject. I have an idea that may increase the house’s ability to add to the emergency fund. I don’t want to go into any details yet, because I haven’t really looked into it, and it’s sort of out there a bit. Ummm …. Let’s just say that Bethany may have a heart attack if it comes together and she learns about it. So, shall I look into it, giving no promises, and collect info and report back?” Mom smiles, and says: “(Laughs) Of course you have my permission to look into it.”

Me: “OK, 5th subject. I would like to increase the positive publicity of the sorority around the county. I want everybody within 40 miles of here to know about Psi Omega Psi sorority and that we are a great, contributing member of the community. Basically, positive publicity. So this is possibly a stretch. Does the sorority have some big event or 5 that they do every year? (Nod from mom). So my idea is to cancel one of them. One that costs money to put on, and announce that THIS year the house won’t be doing it because something more important has come up, and instead of the event that we are giving the money to a good cause instead of spending it on the event. It has to be a charity that NOBODY can find fault with, or criticize. Hey, if the local school teacher’s house that she is renting burns down and they lose everything, donate it to the family to buy new clothes and furniture. Form a charitable organization, then donate from the house to your org, and get other people to donate as well. Ask for a full page (or half page) FREE add in the local, county paper asking for everybody to help out this great cause. (Point out to the paper that the sorority isn’t making a penny off of this, in fact we are giving away OUR money to help, the least the paper can do is advertise the org helping out the family.) Well, something like that; I don’t know the ins and outs of this place, I have been here less than two months. Maybe the volunteer fire department needs new equipment? NOT a truck, those are REALLY expensive.” Mom smiles, and says: “you are always full of surprises. I will have to think about it. Both which event to cancel, and what might be a good charity.”

Me, while looking her straight in the eye: “Well, I’ve taken up more of your time than I expected. Besides, the postal mail will be arriving soon, and maybe those med test records will arrive today. I’ll let you get back to work. Bye!” And I left. Not surprisingly, ALL of the STD test results came that day. Also, not surprisingly, I had a very, very busy Saturday. No sex, but I met with everybody who had received STD test results and went over them, in 15 min periods. I covered it by saying “I want to talk to anybody that I am tutoring, or who maybe would like a little tutoring help. Maybe 15 minutes max each person? Bring your textbooks for subjects that I am tutoring or that you might want me to tutor. This is sort of ‘post mid-term review’ to see how far you have come, what you still want to accomplish, stuff like that.” For the ladies who had already signed up for the sex ’study sessions’, I went over their STD test results first. Most were clean, but two had clamidia and one had gonorrhea. All three were very embarrassed, I said “shit happens, don’t worry about it. You really should tell the last person that you had sex with to get checked, because THEY definitely gave it to you. At any rate this can be fixed easily. For ms. Gonorrhea, I said “it is usually a single shot of ceftriaxone and in 3 weeks it clears up. BUT you can still spread it during those 3 weeks. And you need a followup visit to the doctor and a new STD test 4 weeks after the shot. You may need a second shot.” For the two with clamidia I said that there was a normal, safe, long-standing antibiotic called doxycycline, which should be taken for 7-10 days. Then a followup visit to the doctor and a new STD test after a little over one month and again in about 3 months. Then I broke the really bad news (for them): “I’m sorry, but I am not going to put your sisters at risk of catching something. I am sure that you feel the same way. So until your second doctor’s visit and second blood test comes back negative, I won’t be giving you any ‘study sessions’. BUT if you can convince any of your sisters to let you watch, you can learn, but you won’t be able to participate. You might find it instructive, or you might find it frustrating, or maybe even both. Think about it and let me know. I’ll ask each participant if they wouldn’t mind you watching. I will try and give you more sessions than normal after you are clean.” I had everybody who was clean to write their name on a piece of paper that I provided and to drop their name into a paper bag. I would pick them out one by one to set the initial rotation. I would start Sunday (the next ay). They had BETTER get all their homework finished before 9 PM on Sunday, or they go on hold for a while. And I reminded them that Sat was movie night, so get to stying quickly.

So now I thought, OK, down to only 4 students in the sex ‘study sessions’—I might actually get some rest over the next few months. Or so I thought. Hah! I had completely disregarded Mary’s comment at breakfast that morning. There were 4 more ‘YES’ notes in the ‘study sessions’ box when I checked it late that afternoon. Apparently the ‘6 orgasms last night’ had inspired four more ladies. Now, instead of 7 dropping to 4, I went from 4 up to 8 and in a month increasing to 11. Almost half of the sorority. I was sure that I was going to have a heart attack before the end of the year. Thank god there were 4 lesbians in the sorority.

I decided to clear my head and change my thoughts, and try and work on the solar panel problem. I called some of “my brothers” (retired Marines) for info. Anybody working in a solar panel manufacturing plant? I lucked out, there not only was, but he was deployed in the same company that I had been in—just in a separate platoon. We knew each other. I called him (Tom) and said I’d like to talk after work, on his private line. I told him that everything was OK, I just had some questions that I thought he could answer. Call me tonight, I asked.

Then I attacked my “add to the emergency fund” crazy scheme. I again called “the brother network” (retired Marines) for info, and asked: “any Marines running independent auto repair shops around Crapshot University?” (I mentioned the town, county and state.) I got a hit. I said: “I don’t remember any “Timmy”. Answer: “He was never deployed to the sandbox, so you wouldn’t know him. But I’m sure that he has heard all about you.” Me: “What? Why?” Him: “Do you remember doing that crazy thing when Lenny got hit, was about to get chopped up with scimitars and you ran in screaming and shot all 5 of the jihadists, fireman carried him out and back to cover, then carried him to the medic station, and you got a silver star?” Me (grumbling): “I remember getting a Purple Heart because I got shot in the ASS on the way out.” (Laughter over the phone.) Brother: “Well the owner of the shop (Timmy’s Motors, how original) is run by Timmy, who just happens to be Lenny’s first cousin.” The shop is not that far from you. Me: “Send me the coordinates, all the details, I want to go talk to him this afternoon. Thx brother, you’ve done me a solid.”

So I call Timmy, explain that we have somebody in common—his cousin Lenny—and as luck would have it, I just learned that we were living in the same town. Then I introduced myself, and it sounded like he was about to shit himself. Timmy: “You are the guy that ran into a firefight, killed the guys attacking Lenny, then carried him back to the medic station?” Me: “Yeah, he’s a fellow brother Marine. What was I going to do, stop and take a piss break?” (Laughter) Me: “Hey, can I stop by this afternoon and we can chat for a while?” Timmy: “Sure, today is slow. Stop by anytime.” I walk out into the common area, 7 or 8 sisters sitting around studying. Me: “I have this crazy idea, and I mean really crazy, and it hasn’t even gelled yet properly in my head. I want to go talk to somebody about it—can I borrow one of you nice young lady’s car?” Lucy threw me the keys to her beat-up, 15-year old Honda Civic and said (with a smile) “Be careful with her, she’s a classic”.

I drive to Timmy’s Motors, meet Timmy, spend 10 minutes talking about old Marine stuff, then get down to business. Me: “Hey, why so quiet around here?” Timmy: “Listen, I have a couple great mechanics, and word has gotten around about the great work we do for major repairs. But most of the jobs on cars are straight-forward : oil change, basic tuneups, change the air filter, etc. I can’t afford to pay top-end mechanics to do that stuff. The people around here go to the big-box oil change places just to save $5.” Me: “That sucks, but maybe I have a crazy idea that could help us both. (He looked interested, but skeptical.) Listen, first, are you a union shop? (He shook his head no.) Well, first you have to understand that I have joined a sorority and live at the sorority house with 25 beautiful women.” Timmy started laughing and said that Lenny always said that you always managed to come out on top.” Me: “Yeah, I come on top most of the time at the sorority. (Laughter) I think that my idea will get you more oil changes and basic tune-ups, and then you can convince people to come back for more important work, and more oil changes. You should go get letters of recommendation from your very satisfied, well-known locals who are past customers, about how you fixed the valve tapping noise in his car, or after you finished a job, you did a free 25-point inspection and found that his brake pads were shot and in a few hundred miles they wouldn’t work anymore. That you even gave him a list of places he could go if he didn’t want to have it done at your shop. That you saved his life and were obviously honest and he never brings his cars anywhere else for servicing. Try and get a few of those—absolutely outstanding (and TRUE) testimonials. Frame them and hang them in your waiting room, so that people coming in for oil changes will see them. Do you have a receptionist, or do you or one of the mechanics run out and deal with everything when a customer shows up? Hmmm, no receptionist, even better. Does your shop have a uniform? Hmm. So, not really, just some form of blue? OK, I see that your sign is blue with a gold border, so I assume that blue and gold, or just blue or just gold would work for an informal uniform?” (Timmy is starting to look confused, but nods.)

“OK, my crazy idea is this. My sorority sisters will show up in blue or gold or blue and gold bikinis, and one will stand out next to the sidewalk with a sign that says ‘Support Psi Omega Psi sorority, support our charity efforts, get an oil change or tune up at Timmy’s Motors’. Gee, do you think that some of the good old boys around here might just pull in for an oil change, even if they don’t need it for another 500 miles? And tell their friends about it?” Timmy started laughing and said “I’d probably have a line around the block!” Me: “Now what if the receptionist was a sorority girl in a bikini as well? Asking them to relax while their car was being worked on, would they like some coffee while waiting, bending over to get the coffee cups out of the low cabinet, etc.?” Timmy (now laughing hard) replied: “I think I’d be calling an ambulance at least once a day.” Me: “OK, there are a few catches. Ready?

1- you have to teach the receptionist how to type in oil change, filter change, basic tuneup, etc. on the computer so that she can do the most common write-ups. She’ll call you for the uncommon stuff: “Hey Timmy, I haven’t written up a water pump change order before, I want to make sure that I do it right, can you come do it and show me how?” But that mostly frees up you and your mechanics to do WORK, and not paperwork for the most common, easy stuff that you don’t do much of now anyways.

2- You have to teach the basic car servicing tasks to the girls. When you start getting busy (and you will, I am pretty sure) it would be nice if they could change the oil and oil filter, and air filter, checking all the fluid levels (oil, brake fluid, power steering, radiator fluid, windshield water), inspecting tires (proper inflation, measuring depth of tread, cracks in sidewalls, check the spare tire, etc.), how to change windshield wipers, in order to leave you and your guys the more complicated shit. Over time, you’ll add more fairly basic, but slightly more advanced tasks, such as flushing the radiator, checking and replacing spark plugs, how to use a ratchet and a torque wrench, change a fuel filter, how to drain and flush an automatic transmission and maybe even the transmission filter (not so sure about that one). how to check the battery water levels and electrolytes in the flooded batteries where you add water, Oh, and also how to use an OBD reader and be able to look up the error codes to hand to a mechanic. Save you the time of finding the reader, walking out, getting the read and looking up what the the error codes mean. Basically, all the stuff you don’t want to pay a mechanic who can rebuild an engine to do. Oh, and my sorority sisters are not rich bitches. The car I drove in is one of theirs; I don’t even own a car. So you will ’train up’ the girls on their own old cars, so more of them will be inclined to volunteer if they know that their cars are going to get serviced.

3- These ladies will NOT be your employees, so you won’t have to pay employment taxes or do any administrative BS. On the other hand, they won’t work for free. Any work that they do each week, you will calculate what HALF the labor cost was and DONATE that amount each week. And honestly, the receptionist is going to be the one convincing your new customers to come back AND off-loading the mechanics and you from doing most of the paperwork BS so that they can spend almost all their time on fixing cars, so the sorority deserves a donation about equivalent to minimum wage for her time. You are a kind soul simply giving them a platform for them to raise money for their charitable events, because you are such a nice guy (I said with a huge grin, which he mirrored). You will also allow them to chain a lockbox to the reception desk which will have a slot in the top for individual donations and a sign saying “donations are accepted, but definitely not mandatory”. And provide some spots in the waiting area where they can hang posters about the charitable work that they do. That is just shows what a great guy that you are. Now, the sorority is a legal charity, so you get to deduct any gift you make to the sorority from your income for tax purposes. Sounds like a win, win, win to me. What do you think?” Timmy (with a HUGE smile): “I’m thinking ‘how soon can we get this started’?” Me: “OK, I haven’t spoken to the girls about this yet because I didn’t know if it would fly. I will bring it up at Thursday’s house meeting and see where it goes. IF you are really serious about this.” Timmy : “Oh, yes, definitely, I think that it is a great idea!”

Later that night, Tom (from the solar company) called me back and we spoke. Bullshit about people we knew in common from the corps, who was doing what, shit like that. Then I explained about me joining a sorority (his response “you always were a lucky bastard—you could fall in a pile of shit and walk out smelling like roses.”). I laughed. Me: “Well, it seems I have become the hero around here. Tutoring, cooking, teaching them how to cook, how to install a new Mains electrical panel, how to re-wire the carriage house, saving damsels in distress (told him about the sexual assault), and now planning a garden for the spring AND installing solar. Which is what I wanted to talk to you about, get some good ideas. You know your shit, right?” I got a rather insulted “yes”. Me: “yeah, you always had your shit together and found the flaw in the plan and somehow managed to get brand new lieutenants to listen to you, the ‘lowly’ sergeant. You did hear that I once ran into the company gunnery sergeant and the company commanding captain in the mess, right? That I asked permission to speak freely? The gunnery sergeant and the captain looked at one another and the captain said “permission granted. Go ahead.” We had a talk over coffee about brand new lieutenants and how experience matters. That I was getting frustrated having to break in new lieutenants every few months instead of being able to train MY sergeants and corporals in MY fire teams and think up nasty things for training exercises to keep them alert and alive, and cross-training with other units to pick up skills that may save their lives or allow them to save a brother’s life. I really overstepped the line that day, big time. The gunnery sergeant and the captain looked at one another and the captain said, “interesting viewpoint, thank you staff sergeant. Dismissed.” After that chat, for some strange reason, when every new lieutenant reported for duty, the captain said “Make sure to listen to my gunny if you want to stay alive for more than a few weeks, he knows his shit. And to you, for now, he is ‘gunnery sergeant’. Dismissed.” The gunny would eventually tell the loot that “the smart officers always listened to suggestions from their platoon sergeants because they have been at the pointed end of the stick for years, and survived. It wasn’t about luck, they knew what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. The really smart officers go to their senior sergeant and say ‘We have this problem sergeant. Figure out a plan or two and get back to me with what you’ve come up with.’ The stupid ones go to the sergeant and say ‘We have this problem sergeant, here is how I want you to fix it, and then gives the sergeant a detailed, blow-by-blow plan on how to fix it.’ The ones that don’t bother listening end up dead pretty soon, from enemy fire, and we have to train up a new one. Welcome to the pointed end of the stick, lieutenant.” Tom was laughing his ass off. Tom: “No, I never heard that. You had the balls to approach the Company captain and the gunnery sergeant and say THAT!??! But it now makes sense that you were one of the few staff sergeants allowed to call him ‘gunny’, and why he hung around watching your teams train more often than the others. SHIT! That’s why he had us doing all those crazy training programs, and cross-train with the mortar platoon and with the rocket launchers and how to load and fire a mounted machine gun or a mini-gun from a helo! Shit man, that was a LOT of extra work—a LOT.” Me (after about 5 seconds of silence): “And how many of your brothers lived because you had that cross-training, and used it?” (About 10 seconds of silence) Tom: “One would have been enough to make it worth it, but probably about 20-30 over our last 18 months. Thanks brother.”

Me: “OK, now about solar. I had a couple of ideas that I want to bounce off you. You generally don’t want more than a 1-2% deviation in electrical production between panels, right? (He answered yes.) So what do you do with the panels that only produce 93-96% of “standard” production? You crush them? I have an idea here. This sorority is a legal charitable organization. If you donated the panels to the sorority, your company could take a tax deduction of the full cost that you sell them for, instead of just throwing them away. AND what a great marketing opportunity. Maybe ‘helping the next generation of doctors and teachers while saving the planet’. Or, ‘sorority Psi Omega Psi chose our panels as the best they could get.’ (About 10 seconds of silence, followed by Tom saying “always walking out smelling like roses. You know, I may actually be able to sell that to upper management. Tax deduction and great publicity.”) Me: “Well, you know, these girls know nothing about installing panels. I have taught them basic home electricity, such as installing outlet boxes, new main panel, rewiring, etc. So do you know two or three guys that might volunteer to supervise 25 gorgeous women and teach them how to install solar panels?” Tom, immediately: “well, I can think of one off the top of my head: me. After all, I will be the one pitching it to the top, I have to make sure that it is a success, no?”

Me: “I also had another idea. Do you ever do ‘field testing’ of new panels before placing them on the market for sale? After they have passed ‘factory testing’ and just need real world testing in various weather conditions to try to find any problems before the design is finalized and put in the catalogue? I am pretty sure that the sorority would love to be a test site for super-high capacity panels, provided the panels stayed here afterwards. ONLY for continuing quality control testing, of course.” (Tom is laughing): “God, Cappy, you really don’t give up, do you?” Me: “Hey, you don’t ask, you don’t get. And besides, wouldn’t this be the perfect opportunity to test the viability and compatibility of using the next generation panels alongside panels that are 1 or 2 generations older? So that you can sell ‘extensions’ of your earlier installations, and can show that it works in the real world? Will the old inverter work with the new panel at full power? Will the new inverter work with both the old and new panels and get full power from both? Do you need to develop a new model of inverter designed to get the best performance of a mix of different generation panels, old and new—maybe parametrizable for each input, so it works for any size installation and any percentage mix of old/new panels? I think it really expands your market if you can say “You don’t have to throw away your old panels, just add some new generation high capacity panels to get more electricity, or add as many new panels as space allows and only replace a few of the old panels, the new ones deliver twice as much power.” You get customers that can’t afford a complete re-fit coming back and paying you for upgrades because that type of upgrade they CAN afford, and is great in a marketing sense. You put in your brochures that you are upwards and backwards compatible, the customer can simply add more panels as needed, even years later. We started testing this last year and rolled it out at Psi Omega Psi sorority—works like a charm. Maybe the customer bought an electric vehicle and need an extra 100 kWh a week of solar generation. Tom: “Damnit, Cappy, where do you get these ideas? I bet that I can sell that one too. Do you want a job?” Me: “Did I already mention that I am living with 25 beautiful women who drool all over me? I don’t think that I will be moving anytime soon, but thanks for the offer. (Tom laughed) Heck, tell them the idea came to you when I was asking about solar info for a friend’s sorority—it IS true, after all. Take credit for it. Get a bonus.

Me: “Next idea. Would you like a real-world test bed situation for your battery backup systems, especially a setup that mixes old gen and next gen panels in the same system, with possibly two different inverter types? That sounds like a useful real-world test case to me. Say, a battery that is at least 200% the daily output of the panels. And can you get back to me with an idea of which way people are leaning on all pretty soon?” Tom: “God, you really never give up. I’ll do my best, bro. Talk to you soon. Semper Fi. Bye.”

Sunday I spent mostly in bed. And not alone. I went through all three of the new, clean members of my ’study sessions’ for an hour or two. Basic stuff, not the in-depth worship that I did on Mary’s body. I did make sure that they each had at least one orgasm WITHOUT using my penis. I was very happy, but also very tired, on Sun night. I knocked on Mary’s door. She opened the door, and got a great big smile on her face. I went in, closed the door and whispered “what time is your first class tomorrow? 11AM, great. Listen I am exhausted. I will not be able to perform. But what I would like to do is cuddle with you tonight. Would you like to sleep with me in my bed? And I really mean ’sleep’ and nothing else, except cuddle.” Mary: “Yes, let’s go.” I was the one who fell asleep in 2 minutes that night. Totally exhausted.

I dragged myself out of bed around 6:30 AM without waking Mary, went quietly downstairs and took a short shower and got dressed in what I called ‘kitchen clothes’—ones I didn’t mind getting stained. Basically, they were my old tatters before moving in. Monday was the most difficult day of the week for me. Obviously, because the weekend was over (even though I had ‘worked’ in one way or another all this past weekend) but also because so many of my sisters had early classes starting between 8 and 9AM on Mondays. So I decided to make a ’treat’ for the sisters because the past weekend marked the start of my ‘study sessions’. I made savory (not sweet) crêpes. I made two bowls of batter and set them in the fridge (crêpes are always better if you let the batter sit for a while in the fridge and then whisk a second time. No ‘clumps of flour’ because the resting time moistens the lumps and they melt into the batter when you whisk a second time. I clean and sliced mushrooms and sautéed them in butter. I fresh-grated real Swiss cheese (Gruyère cheese from Switzerland), started “sweating” bacon (cooking at low to low-medium to slowly render out most of the fat without burning the bacon). I pulled out a cheese slicer and cut a couple of slices of Gruyère, and puled out sliced smoked ham and eggs. I put all of the non-stick sautée pans on the stove on very, very low heat so that they would warm up quickly when needed. I made a pot of coffee, and heated water to about 150 degrees so that I could quickly boil it to make tea when the ladies showed up.

As the girls started coming down for breakfast, I said “you know where the yogurt, granola, fresh fruit, cereal and milk are. Have at it, serve yourselves. I would ask each as they arrived if they would like a crêpe and what they wanted inside. I made “simple sautéed mushroom” crêpes, mushrooms with grated and melted Gruyère cheese, over-easy egg on top of a slice of Gruyère (folding the crêpe over the egg/cheese for 30 seconds finished cooking the egg and melting the cheese), egg with mini bacon slices, egg on top of a slice of fried ham, egg with bacon and grated cheese, egg with bacon and grated cheese and mushrooms. I was like a magical octopus with 8 arms, making 3 or 4 crêpes at a time. I did intense, heavy duty cooking for about an hour. I made sure each of my “special students’ got a secret wink to make them understand that the big event was for her/them, to mark the beginning of ‘study sessions’. Mom walked in just at the end, around quarter to nine, as the ladies were running off to class, and just stared at the mess. Mary walked in about five seconds later. I asked “what type of crêpe would you like, your choices of fillings are laid out on the counter over there. The three of us are the only ones who haven’t had any crêpes yet, so we can eat until we finish the batter. It looks like there’s enough for maybe 6 or 7 more.” Neither had an early class on Mondays. Then I smiled and said “we are now also the only three left in the house, everyone else has gone to class. (Me, with a wicked smile) Remember ’the cook doesn’t do the dishes’ rule? You should really savor your crêpes this morning, since you will be so busy afterwards. Oh, OK, I’ll play nice. I’ll put the dishes and utensils and such into the dishwasher and start it running, you just wash the stuff that won’t go in the dishwasher.”

And so started several weeks of ’study sessions’. God, I Was tired all the time. But, not so weirdly, a ‘good’ sort of tired.

Before the Wed movie, I said: “I have something important to say. If you lie to me, well … I won’t say that you will be dead to me, but there will be serious repercussions. For example, do NOT ever lie if I ask you if you have experimented with another guy since you started with me. That is a deal breaker. It won’t hurt my feelings if you want to play with somebody else, but it will crush me if you lie to me about it. Also don’t lie to me about whether or not you are up-to-date on your studies and/or your homework or any assignments. I hereby declare amnesty for all of your previous lies THAT HURT NOONE BUT YOURSELF. If you have hurt the sorority or a sister, you better, later, in private, come talk to Mr C and we can hash it out. It will go much better if you tell me than if I find out on my own.” (Some of the sisters were starting to look uncomfortable and a little scared because of my somber mood and harsh tone. ‘Mom’ was looking really worried. Nobody had seen me like this before.) “Now, this came up because I met a guy who I thought was becoming a close friend. And, honestly, guys sometimes just need to hang with guys and do, well, guy stuff. Not that you aren’t all wonderful fun to be around, but, you know, I need guy stuff sometimes. Well, it turns out he was lying through his teeth, he had an agenda, and I found out yesterday—and was devastated. So I thought that I should share my opinions on lying. Listen, if you don’t trust me enough that you think you have to lie to me because of the shame or the repercussions, then basically, you simply don’t trust me. And I definitely shouldn’t trust you anymore if you lie to me. Have I made myself clear? (Lots of nods) Sorry I slammed you with this out of the blue, but this whole ‘betrayal’ thing hit me like a ton of bricks. OK, enough of the serious stuff, let’s watch the movie. I changed the movie to a much later Hitchcock movie (chronologically) because it fits my mood tonight. It is called “Vertigo”. After the movie I got a long, heart-felt hug from every single sister, including ‘mom’.

I will talk about study sessions in a little while, but first, the next night was Thursday, the ‘house meeting night’ and I want to talk about that first. I asked mom I I could have a pretty large chunk of time during the meeting sat the end, for one of my crazy ideas. She smiled, even gave a little laugh, and said “you do realize that you are just about the only sister who thinks that your ideas are crazy, right?” I replied: “THIS one is a doozy, a really ’think waaaaay outside the box’ crazy idea. Wait until you hear it. I think that it will work, and will start pouring money into the emergency fund.” She asked “what is the idea?” I replied (while wagging my index finger ’no, no, no): “you’ll find out along with everyone else, just like the ’sex with sisters’ I set up. Are you worried yet? Hmmmmm? And I don’t want you to be able to think up objections ahead of time, let’s just see what the sisters think of the plan.”

So ‘house meeting night’ starts, mom goes through her business stuff, and finishes up. She then says “well, we aren’t quite done yet, as Mr C said he wanted to address the house assembly. And we all know how ‘interesting’ some of his ideas can be, don’t we?” (General laughter) I am a little worried because he said, um, I think his exact words were “This is a really crazy idea, ’think waaaaay outside the box then walk another block or two away from the box’. A bonkers, crazy idea. But if it works, it will start pouring money into the emergency fund.” Everybody looked interested and attentive.

Me: “Most importantly, you cannot tell anyone outside the sorority about the exact details. Absolutely nobody, no matter how much you trust them. I don’t think that it is technically illegal, but it skirts the boundaries and the tax man will NOT be happy about this if he finds out. So mum’s the word outside of the sorority—at least the financial details. The job, no problem—you are unpaid interns getting trained and the owner will be happy to let you tout all the great charitable work the sorority does. I am going to do this backwards. To float an idea, the general approach is to bring up the negatives first and finish with the positives so the positives are what was most recently heard and in their head. Me, I am going to start with the positives.

You have probably figured out that this is about working in an auto repair shop. OK, now for the weird shit. You may consider these positive, negative, or “who gives a shit”.

OK, I see the two thoughts running through your heads. (1) What is so crazy about this? And (2) why is he suddenly going to be getting a bunch more work that he needs interns? The last thing answers both questions and is the weird shit. The ladies from the sorority that wish to participate—nobody will be forced to do anything, but rotation of faces and the fact that different sisters have different free time due to classes would make it more convenient to have many rather than just two or four—will have a special uniform. The shop’s sign is blue and gold, the mechanics wear blue shirts. The ‘interns’ would be wearing blue or blue and gold bikinis. That was my crazy idea, and the owner thinks that it will increase his business by a LOT. Especially since one of our sisters, in a bikini, will stand out next to the sidewalk with a big sign that says ‘Support Psi Omega Psi sorority, support our charity efforts, get an oil change or tune up at Timmy’s Motors’.

(A couple of the sisters smiled, a few snorted stifled laughter, a few laughed, and mom guffawed.) Me: “Now, I admit this is not exactly 21st century thinking and it does objectify women. I can understand some of you not wanting to support this. But, this is a cultural backwater except for the college, and there are benefits. Money for the emergency fund. Sisters get trained on basic auto repair. Sisters use THEIR car for training, so you basically get free car work done. You get to add the internship to your resumé. You may not think that will help much, but the fact that you worked while going to college should intrigue an interviewer. When you are asked “why an auto repair shop” you answer “well first, now I know when a mechanic is blowing smoke up my … well you know. I can do basic roadside repairs and not be stranded. I can verify the correct operation of my car. And a very smart man once taught me ‘You never know what life is going to throw in your face, so be prepared. For anything.’ That’s why I know auto repair, how to properly electrically ground a house, how to install a new mains electrical breaker panel, how to swap out sockets and outlet boxes, how to rewire a kitchen, how to build fences and how to grow my own food. Be Prepared. Sort of a ’Trust, but verify’ sort of outlook on life, I guess.”

Me (continuing with a BIG smile): “And the greatest plus, IMO, is that this will REALLY piss off Bethany.” Gales of laughter from the assembled house sisters. One managed to cough out while laughing “you could have JUST given us that positive and we all would have said yes. You wasted a bunch of our time!” Which started the gales of laughter all over again, this time with me joining in. Me: “The owner absolutely loves the idea and wants to start as soon as possible. (1) We need to figure out who is open to doing this—I repeat, nobody has to do it (2) We will need to make up a schedule based on class times and whose car will be available for transit. (3) We will need to get proper color bikinis. Do used clothing stores sell bikinis? The bikinis might get stained with oil and other chemicals, so you don’t want to wear a good or favorite bikini. (4) We need to make a sign big enough to read easily, but light enough to hold over the head. Probably styrofoam with cardboard fronting and backing (5) We need to design a sign that catches the eye. Maybe with that stylized silhouette of a shadow lady with big tits leaning back on her arms that you see on some truckers’ tire mud flaps.

BTW, the owner and mechanics have promised to first kick the shit out of anyone who puts hands on you, then ban them, then place them under citizen’s arrest, then call the cops. By the way, the owner is a former Marine and I saved his cousin’s life in Iraq and he absolutely will not screw us over.

The girls voted unanimously ‘aye’ and after about a 6 weeks, about $800-$900 extra a week was flowing into the coffers. All the sisters’ cars were properly tuned, had all their liquids flushed and replaced, all new filters. The shop had gotten so busy that he begged for more help from more sisters. A few more sisters volunteered.

Now, back to the weeks of ’study sessions’.

I had ’study sessions’ just about every day, starting whenever the first girl got back from her final class of the day and generally each of the other two when they became available in the afternoon or early evening. We went through various types of foreplay, for both males and females. I spent a lot of time teaching them about blowjobs for some strange reason ;). I even managed to teach 3 or the 4 how to deep throat. The 4th just couldn’t stop her gag reflex. Luckily for me, it wasn’t Mary. They learned what they liked and what they didn’t. I ran them through a bunch of different sexual positions: what I call “modified missionary” (missionary, but with her legs over my shoulders and a small pillow under the butt), doggie, cowgirl (girl on top), reverse cowgirl (girl on top, facing towards the feet), on the bed with my back against the headboard (and a couple of times on the sitting room sofa)—basically cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, but with me sitting up so it was easier to play with her tits and clit, we fucked with them leaning over the desk with forearms on top of the desk, sitting on the desk with her pussy hanging over the edge, in a chair. As I said, I was tired all the time. I kept trying to get them to take it up the ass, but nobody wanted to, so I finally took it into my own hands. During two or three sequential sessions with each, I would push (first time low, 2nd time medium, 3rd time finally strong) “you are starting to get curious about what anal sex is like” And “you want to try anal sex”. I never asked them about it again, but during their third session, each of the ’special students’ asked me about anal sex. Winner, winner, chicken dinner! I treated all of them the same way, so I use ‘her’ and ‘you’ in the description below—it was the same for each of them.

So I said, very seriously: “Listen, some women hate it, some absolutely love it, and some it doesn’t do much for them at all, either way—neither love, nor hate. But if you don’t try it, you won’t know which category you fit in. Your choice. Obviously, if you hate it with ME, don’t try it again. If you love it, well then you will know that you can love it if done right, and I will give you instructions on how to handle guys that want to. It all boils down to telling the guy ‘with anal sex I am in charge. No ifs ands or buts. Well, MY butt, of course (which you say with a smile). If I say go slowly, you go slowly. If I say ‘pound me hard’ you pound me like a jackhammer. You will always lube up my asshole with a LOT of lube and lube up your cock and start slowly. Got it?’ Now, if you fall into the category of ‘I really don’t care and it doesn’t hurt’, then you can use it as a reward for good behavior, or an enticement for something that you want.” One of the girls during her ‘session’ said (with a smile): “Oh, you sneaky, conniving bastard. I love the idea!” I laughed.

Me (with each of the girls): “So do you want to try now?” (She nods). “Gee, I just happen to have some anal lube with me today, what a surprise! (She laughed.) I told her, there are a few things about anal that you should know. First, using a condom is a good idea. You can get STDs from anal sex. It spread through the male gay community like wildfire in the 70s, and where to you think they put their cocks? Secondly, it is cleaner when using a condom—the guy doesn’t have to wash his cock afterwards, he just strips off the condom and washes his hands. For at least 10 seconds, front and back, all the way to the wrist. Twice. Third, there is already a bit of lube on the condom. 4th, it is really important that you get your anus REALLY lubed up. More than you think you need in the beginning, until the two of you get used to it and figure out how much to use—you can use a little less each time. And the first time, he should use anal lube on his cock as well. Maybe the 2nd and 3rd or every time—YOU decide, based on how you feel.If using a condom DO NOT use Vaseline, as it can damage latex condoms. Instead, find a high quality, water-based or silicone-based lubricant that you like. silicone based lubes tend to last longer than water-based products and are hypoallergenic. Try both, see what you like. Both water-based or silicone-based lubes are safe for use with condoms. AstroGlide is a good choice. Astroglide X is a silicone based lube and that is what we will be using today. Astroglide Liquid is a water-based lube. You should NOT be embarrassed to talk to a (female) pharmacist about your possible choices. If you are a little embarrassed, then go to a pharmacy in another town. Or just buy whichever Astroglide you prefer (or both) on amazon.com—they sell it. You don’t get a discount, but you also don’t have to stand in line at the cash register to buy it—the embarrassment factor. OK, we’re done talking about condoms and types of lube.

5th, REALLY important is to RELAX. Your entire body. You become a rag doll that can’t move, completely relaxed, your can just speak. When he starts to push it in, do what you do when taking a shit—push back a little bit and relax your anus. Honestly, you are taking a reverse shit—it’s just going IN the asshole instead of coming OUT. And look at my cock. It is erect just thinking about sliding up your virgin asshole. But look at it,. Compare it to the shits you take. I am not saying that they are ALL about this big but I am positive you have dropped bigger shits than my cock. Oh, you definitely want to make sure you have taken a shit recently enough, or things could get messy. Thus, the big, ratty towel I put down on the pillow. 6th, it is really important that he goes slowly when he starts—slowly increasing pressure until he pops past the sphincter. THEN he pauses and lets your asshole slowly adjust to his size before starting to actively fuck your ass. Oh, size—I am a ‘little’ above average in length, about 6 inches. Average is around 5 1/4, according to the internet. My girth (circumference) is average or maybe a tiny, tiny bit above average, at 5 inches. Now, I mention this because length isn’t really all that important for anal sex (unless he is 12 inches long!—each one laughed at that), however girth IS important. If you like it with me, then anybody my girth or smaller will be fine if he is careful and follows the guidelines I am teaching you. If he is a LOT fatter around than me, be VERY careful, make sure to tell him that you have only done it a few times for your ‘special’ boyfriends and that he has the biggest cock you have ever seen so it may hurt you, and he has to promise to stop and pull out immediately if you tell him to. Make sure that he always goes very slowly. The first time, the 2nd time, the third time, until YOU are sure that it fits properly. And it is even more important with a fat cock that he stop right after entry for a while to allow your anus to adjust to his size, Then you tell him ‘OK, go in an inch or two, but very slowly—you are SO BIG’. Can you remember all that?”

Every single one of my ’special students’ said, in one way or another “I can’t believe that you know so much about anal sex!” I answered all of them the same way: ”Listen, I am used to saying ‘remember, ex-Marine, highly trained killer—I shouldn’t have to repeat myself all the time, and you shouldn’t be surprised’. Apparently I now will have to start repeating ‘remember, Calif hippy, highly trained lover—I shouldn’t have to repeat myself all the time, and you shouldn’t be surprised’. That hot a laugh out of all of them. Alright, let’s get started. Grab one of the pillows, I brought a raggedy bath towel to protect the pillow in case of fallout—pun intended (I got a laugh from all 4 of them with that joke as well. I was really trying to get them to mentally relax.) OK, put your pelvis, your pussy & hips, on the pillow so that your ass sticks up a little bit. There are lots of different positions for anal, just like for vaginal. This one is the easiest to start with. OK, I am going to put on a condom and then a latex glove so I can lube up your asshole. Reach back and spread your cheeks. I lubed her up, to the max, taking about a minute and pushing my entire, lubed middle finger in her asshole as deep as I could. Then I lubed up my cock, from tip to base. Then I did what I explained above. Of course, starting when I had her get on the pillow, I was ‘pushing’ at her. First, ‘I am finally going to try anal sex—YAY’. Then as I was lubing her up ’his finger feels soooo good’. Then as I slid past her sphincter ‘god, he is filling me up, that feels so good, I am getting so horny’. I paused and said “I am going to stay like this for a minute so you can adjust, while pushing ‘ NO. I want it NOW’. She said that she wanted me to go for it. I said ‘I want to make sure I don’t hurt you this first time. The first time is very important for every other time after’. Then I slowly slid my cock all the way in and asked her ‘are you doing OK?’ While pushing ‘you are so horny, this feels great, you are so horny’. I asked “Do you want me to start the in-and-out now?” Each girl’s reply was pretty much the same: “Oh, God, yes!” I didn’t push ‘cum’ at any of them, as I wanted THEM to learn if they liked anal or not. I still cheated a little bit, pushing things like ’he feels so big in there’ and ‘I thought it would hurt, so glad it doesn’t’ and ’this is so nasty, it is fun’. It turns out two of them didn’t really care one way or the other (didn’t hurt, no orgasm), one liked it and had a couple of small orgasms, and Mary LOVED it and screamed multiple orgasms—about 4 or 5—into a pillow conveniently that was always placed near her mouth, since she was definitely a screamer when she came.

At that point in the ’study sessions’ I was doing mostly anal. Since nobody hated it, I tried a few different anal positions with all four girls, telling them that sometime a different position they might like better, or worse and they should know. I did the anal equivalent of missionary, doggie, standing at a table with arms on the tabletop, cowgirl. No real difference for any of them.

I’ll give you some advice (again, during my ’study sessions’ was just about the only time I gave my opinion without being asked, and made suggestions)—don’t give up your asshole too early in a relationship—definitely not in the first 6 months. Save it for a special moment. Or he will start thinking of you as a slut, even if it is only subconsciously and he doesn’t even realize it. In fact, don’t have sex for a while at the beginning. If you give it up too early, in his mind you’ll be a slut. And he’ll tell his friends, and you’ll be labeled the slut, and those are the type of guys who are going to ask you out. Honestly, you might want to be very careful around, but not necessarily completely avoid, the ‘big boys on campus’, and the ‘big jocks’, and the ‘pretty boys’ and the super-rich. Basically be leery of all the boys that are so full of themselves and think of themselves as better than just about everyone else, except those that run in their ‘circles’, whatever that may be. The best guys to find are the nice ones, even if they aren’t the most handsome or the richest. The ones that you can be friends with, who listen to you, who will accept you as you are, and will do stuff that YOU want to do (and YOU make sure to do stuff that HE wants to do that maybe isn’t your thing). You don’t need to do everything together all the time. For example, if he wants to go fishing and you have gone fishing before and hate it, let him know why. But tell him to go with his friends or say “I’ll come along with a picnic basket and a book to read while you are fishing, then we can eat lunch together. I do like spending time with you.” It’s called ’supporting your mate’ or ‘compromise’.

The came the dreaded moment (for them). Me: “Hey, it’s the end of the quarter. We’ve been doing this for 4-5 weeks. You are graduating from the ’study sessions’. Don’t cry—it’s not you, it’s all the other sisters who are waiting their turn. You have graduated. You know what you like and what you don’t like. You know how to unobtrusively flirt, and how to kick a guy’s ass. Anyhow, you don’t have that much more to learn, and you don’t need to practice anymore. Now, that doesn’t mean that if you are feeling down I can’t spend an hour or two with you to cheer you up every now and then, but it isn’t going to be every day each day of the week, sometimes twice a day anymore. I have to move on. I’ve had a great time, but trying to keep up with 4 of you at the same time has been very tiring. Very, very fun but also veery tiring. I may sleep for a week before starting with the next set. And the next 4 of your sisters deserve the same thing that you had, right?

A couple phrases to remember :

And also, if you find a nice guy who is kind and he thinks that you are totally out of his league, he will worship the ground you walk on and really try to make you happy. Forgive him his small mistakes and don’t act like queen bitch—just remember you are lucky to have found a soul-mate—if that is what he is. Um, you do realize that you are at least an 8 and I would say that you’re a 9. You can basically have the pick of 99% of the guys on this campus. Just PLEASE do not pick an asshole who fooled you into thinking he was nice, or get trapped by how gorgeous he is or how much money his family has. And please let me read any pre-nup someone says you have to sign before getting married. If they say “no, sign it here, sign it now” that should shoot up red flags. Tell them “I never sign anything without reading it, and without sleeping on it at least two nights, and maybe reading it again and sleeping on it again.

I want to be there for you."”