Victory Tour (Part 262)

Wednesday, Nov. 14

OK, I'm starting to get spoiled sharing a bed with two girls. This was — what — the third time in the last four days? And doing so in a queen bed was quite cozy.

Too bad it had to end.

"You need to get up, Daddy," Marie groaned. "It's almost 7. And get a shower. You smell like pussy again."

And whose fault is that, I thought as I struggled to come awake.

Movement was extremely difficult. I just didn't have any energy. Maybe I shouldn't have fucked both of my pets last night.

"Get up, Daddy!" Marie barked. "We're running late. We don't even have time for breakfast."

I managed to sit up and get my feet on the floor. It was only then I noticed that I was clad only in a pair of boxers. My pets must have undressed me after I passed out last night. I'd been almost fully dressed when I serviced them.

With a groan, I forced myself to stand and staggered to the bathroom.

"Hurry, Daddy," Marie commanded as I closed the door. "Jo still needs to get ready so I can take her to the women's shelter."

I started the shower and let the water run over me as I tried to wake up. I better find time to sneak off to the training room at some point today, Maybe I could get a nap during lunch.

A knock on the door spurred me to action and I started soaping up. After a quick scrub that I hoped would suffice, I shampooed. I think it's time for a trim. Probably oughta check with Arlene after she got home instead of just hitting the barber shop Dad had always taken me to.

Teeth were brushed and a comb was applied, making me feel almost human as I stepped out to dress. Jo instantly replaced me in the bathroom and I heard the shower start up again as I pulled on a fresh pair of boxers. At least she wouldn't have to wait for the water to warm up.

Marie, wearing one of my T-shirts and her choker, was seated at the table nursing a cup of coffee as I selected clothes for the day. There was a glass of juice placed where I normally sat.

"How are you doing this morning, baby?" I asked as I pulled on a pair of slacks.

"My cunny's sore, my butt hurts, I think you bruised my titties and you ruined my dress," the little waif grinned. "It's hard to move this morning. I wish you'd do that to me more often. The only thing missing was you didn't tie me up last night."

"There wasn't time," I snorted, "or rope."

"You'd better hurry," Marie said as I pulled on a shirt. "It's almost time for you to go pick up Sherry. Will you be able to get any breakfast?"

"I can get something at school," I said, sitting on the bed to pull on a pair of socks that at least didn't clash with the shirt.

My phone was sitting atop the dresser along with my pocket contents and lanyard. A look showed the phone was down to six percent charge. Shoulda plugged it in last night when Marie brought it back to me.

There was enough juice for me to check the weather app. Barely. It was 29 degrees right now, but would bump 50 this afternoon for practice. Good thing I had the letter jacket for outerwear.

Before I could check things like wind conditions and chance of rain, the damn thing powered off. I really need to talk to Lanny about an upgrade.

At least Mom couldn't call me now. I really didn't need another shouting match this morning.

I stepped to the table to collect my backpack and laptop. The screensaver popped up when I grabbed the computer. Fuckin' great. This had stayed on all night without being plugged in. Even in sleep mode, it would've run the battery down. I'd better get to school so I could plug my devices in. And eat some breakfast.

"Don't forget your juice, Daddy," Marie said as I loaded the bag.

Jo, wrapped in a towel, stepped out of the bathroom as I chugged the stuff down.

"Good morning, Master," my blonde pet said, greeting me with a smooch.

"Good morning," I said. "What do y'all have planned for today?"

"I have to get Josephine to the convent, then I'm coming home," Marie said. "Miss Carla can get her to her appointments today."

"We still have some shopping to do for the new girls and I have a meeting this afternoon with the divorce lawyer Arlene recommended," Jo said. "I haven't heard when Mist ... er, Lois will be arraigned, but I'd like to be there when it happens. Maybe I can serve her with divorce papers before they haul her back to jail."

"Let me know when you find out and I'll make some prints of the pictures I took Friday night of you with your new Master," Marie said.

"Don't do anything to get in trouble," I commanded. "I'd better go. I'll see you this evening. And tell Lupita I said hi."

"Have a good day, Daddy," Marie said, flashing me a bit of fur when she stood to give me a smooch. "Love you."

"Love you too, baby," I grinned.

"See you tonight, Master," Jo said, leaning in for her kiss.

I'm sure it just was an accident that her towel slipped enough to expose a boob as she moaned sexily into my mouth. I'd better get my ass outta here. It was time to go get Sherry, anyway.

I grabbed the backpack and stopped just long enough to don my new letter jacket before stepping out into another frosty morning. I really wasn't ready for cold weather yet. I'd barely even had time to enjoy the coolness after the summer heat finally broke.

The Beemer's windshield was again covered in ice crystals, reminding me I needed to swing by Walmart or someplace similar get one of those little plastic scrapers. At least I remembered that I parked in the alley last night instead of my usual spot outside Arlene's kitchen door. But I forgot to tell my pets to put some clothes on before leaving the apartment. I bet they'd figure it out once they stepped outside.

I once again had to wait for the engine to warm up so I could defrost the windshield, but was soon on the move. The dashboard clock showed it was 7:12 when I cranked up, plenty of time for me to get to Sherry's. I tuned the radio to the station that gave regular weather updates as I waited. Passing clouds this morning, clearing in the afternoon, no precipitation in the forecast.

Shoulda worn my shades. The little sunlight poking through the clouds was pretty bright.

I made sure to back out and go around to the front of Arlene's house. I had no idea where my security detail was. They weren't in the driveway of the Osborne house nor in Arlene's drive, but a black SUV was on my tail before I got out of the neighborhood.

Arriving at the Parkers' pretty much on time, I dropped the backpack in the trunk and headed up the walk to the porch. Sherry, again looking like the Michelin Man, came out before I got there, but again allowed me to help her down the steps.

"You got your letter jacket!" Sherry exclaimed as she greeted me with a kiss. "Are you going to let me wear it?"

"Maybe," I grinned, "if you behave yourself and take care of it. You'll also have to deal with the other girls. I'm surprised none of them have tried to claim it yet."

I'm sure Sherry's coat was warm, but I kinda missed feeling her boobs press into me as I escorted her to the car. One more reason to not like cold weather.

I helped the JV cheerleader to her seat, put her bookbag in the trunk and returned to my seat to continue the journey to school.

"What happened last night?" Sherry asked as I cranked the engine, redirected the heat to our feet and shifted into gear. "Staci said you blew up at your mom. Kacie wouldn't talk about it when I called her."

"Yesterday was not a good day," I said, pulling away from the curb. "I caught too much crap from too many directions. My mother picked the wrong time to pile on, telling me not to goof off after I told her I had all my assignments done for the week. She also wasn't real happy about Chanda."

"I can imagine," Sherry giggled. "What got decided there?"

"I have no idea," I admitted. "After the deal with Mom, I headed to the apartment. I figured it'd be best for me not to be around other people at the moment."

We pulled into the senior lot to find the path blocked by a line of activity buses that extended almost the entire length of the South Wing. At least the lot was empty enough — for the moment, anyway — to cut through a couple of lanes to get over to my parking spot.

"I wonder what that's all about," I said as I steered around various vehicles.

"Duuuh, the band's leaving for the state contest," Sherry berated me. "They're marching tonight. You need to pay attention to the morning announcements. It's been mentioned every day this week."

Huh. You'd think Kacie would've mentioned it last night. Maybe she would have if I hadn't made an early exit from our dinner. But Sherry was right, I should've known this.

Once parked, I retrieved our bags from the trunk, helped Sherry from her seat and headed toward the buses. I don't know if this was an organized sendoff like football would have if we advanced past the first round, but there was a pretty good crowd gathered around to wish our musicians good luck.

I looked around for my sister and spotted members of the Gang of Eight gathered near the third bus. A honey-blonde head could be seen in the crowd. I just couldn't tell if it was Kacie or Karen.

We moved close enough that I could identify my sister getting hugs from Callie Dawson, Keri Pipkin and Erin Bennett. I was able to get close enough to offer my own hug before I needed to get to the team room.

"Knock ’em dead, baby sister," I said getting two more dents in my body.

"You got your letter jacket!" Kacie enthused. "You should let me wear it on our trip."

"It's been spoken for," I said, thinking there must be something in this world I could have to which my little sister (or one of my other girlfriends) wouldn't immediately lay claim. "Sherry's already asked and you know the rest are going to give it a shot. Maybe whoever's turn it is each week."

"Yeah, we talked about how to restructure the schedule last night after you stormed off," Kacie said. "Nothing's been decided yet. Arlene said we should wait until you're done with football."

"At least I've got my own," Morgan said, pushing past me to get her own hug. "Gary doesn't get to wear it. I don't want him stretching it out."

"You just want him stretching out other things of yours," my sister snarked.

"Like you're one to talk," the little elf shot back.

"You need to call Mom," Kacie said, turning back to me. "She tried to call you twice before we left the house this morning. She's not real happy with you right now."

"What else is new?" I snorted. "I don't think there's a thing I could do that she'd be happy about. I'm Gary Robinson, congenital disappointment."

"It's not like that," my sister said, making me wonder if we were talking about the same mom. "She just never expected you to have a bigger harem than Daddy did when they met."

Now that just wasn't true. I hadn't even reached 20 girlfriends yet. Based on what Mom had said, Dad was handling more than three times that many starting his freshman year of high school. Maybe he cut back a little bit when he got to college.

"I'd better get moving," I said with a wave to the gang. "I missed breakfast myself this morning and need to swing by the caf. I'd hate to terrorize the O-line like Morgan did yesterday."

"I didn't terrorize them!" my first official girlfriend snapped.

I escorted Sherry to her locker, figuring I still had a few minutes to get some food if we didn't fool around. I mentally prepared myself to go hungry.

"I'm never going to get to wear your letter jacket, am I?" Sherry pouted as she dialed the combination to her locker.

"What makes you think that?" I asked as she opened the door, screening us from the nearest teacher on hall duty.

"Because even if I promise to take good care of it," she cooed, leaning close, "there's no way I'm going to behave myself."

I was just able to get her tongue out of my mouth in time to hit the cafeteria. I needed food more than I needed to lose more brain cells.

I almost cut it too close, though. The food service ladies were already breaking down the serving line as I stepped in. No breakfast burritos today. Fortunately, there was still a selection of packaged items available.

I grabbed two banana-nut muffins, two containers of banana yogurt, enough milk to wash it all down and hit the checkout stand. At least Kacie couldn't complain about me leaving her with peach yogurt. She should be on one of the buses heading to the state marching contest by now, anyway.

I sat at the nearest empty table and polished off one muffin and one yogurt before Morgan sat down beside me.

"How are you doing?" she asked, pinching a piece off the second muffin as the first bell rang.

"Same as always," I said, hurrying to take a big bite of the muffin before she could steal more. It wasn't like she was a member of the offensive line, just spent too much time observing them take my food. "Just tryna keep my nose above water and stay out of trouble."

"Well, you need to work harder on the second part of that," she snorted. "My mom's still on the warpath about Saturday. I don't know if she's talked to your mom since last night, but I'm sure she will by lunch today. You need to behave or I'll be banned from seeing you until I turn 21."

"I'll try," I grunted as I opened the second yogurt, "but I make no promises."

My mistake was leaving the half-eaten muffin within Morgan's reach. It was more like three-quarters-eaten after I scooped a spoonful into my mouth.

"Ya know, it might finally be time to put you over my knee, little girl," I growled. "I've got enough people who take my food."

"It's just a muffin," she protested. "It's not like I took your meatloaf."

"Yeah, well, you didn't exactly help matters yesterday at lunch or dinner," I snarled. "Telling my mother she could take a strip of my hide was not your wisest decision."

"I'm sorry," she blushed.

"Think your little tushy can handle it?" I snarled. "My hand, your naked tushy in an empty cafeteria. Well, do ya, little girl?"

"Don't do this to me," Morgan seethed with a nostril flare.

"Do what, little girl?" I smirked.

"Make me want to do something that'll get us both expelled," she snapped. "I never should've let Elise have my turn Saturday. Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom."

Morgan departed as I finished what little food remained, dumped my trash and headed for the fieldhouse. The tardy bell rang as I reached the southeast doors. My best hope was Mrs. Stirling would cut me some slack for seeing off the band. The last bus was just now pulling out of the parking lot.

I stepped into the team room and proceeded directly to the spot I'd occupied yesterday near an electrical outlet. I had the laptop and my phone on the table and was pulling out the appropriate cords when our overseer approached me.

"You're a bit late," my tall girlfriend's tall mother said. "You'd better have a good excuse."

"I wished my sister luck for the state marching contest," I replied, plugging the laptop's power cord into the wall socket. "She plays flute. Then I hit the cafeteria for a bite and Morgan decided to join me. She had something she wanted to talk about."

"And where is Miss Ensberry now?" Mrs. Stirling asked.

"She said she needed to visit the restroom," I said.

"I'll let it slide this time," the superintendent's wife said. "There were a lot of students out there for the band. I doubt you were the only one who missed the bell. Just don't let it become a habit. You'd better get to work."

"Yes, ma'am."

I took my seat and connected the phone to the laptop, then pulled out my copy of "Hamlet." I could go over Act II again while my devices charged up. I especially wanted to get another look at Scene 2. I could only imagine how Hennings might react to the line about eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum.

Morgan came in a few minutes later and handed Mrs. Stirling a hall pass before joining Elise for what seemed to me to be a very important whisperfest. I don't know which teacher's signature the brainy little elf may have forged, but I noticed she looked especially relaxed.