"Not only that, but it seemed like the characters couldn't do anything with all eight of them being together. Like they were all stupid." He sputtered to a stop. "Like I know," he said, looking at his hands in his lap a little nervously.
I was suddenly very glad he hadn't asked me first. I had a suspicion he was not just what he appeared to be. It sent a strange shiver up my back.
Our psychology teacher was an old friend, Miss Taylor, the counselor who was also one of the psychology teachers. I said hello as I passed her and she smiled hugely.
Another large book and promises of more heavy assignments. Will walked with me to Calculus. This course, since I didn't seem to have a head for mathematics, was going to be difficult. Still another large book and promises of daily assignments, weekly quizzes, and a tough midterm and final. It was all getting a little numbing.
The teacher seemed nice enough but looked like a bookish man who would really enjoy Calculus. That wasn't a compliment.
I split with Will then as he went to his Latin class and I went to French. The French class provided two pleasant surprises – Becky came and sat next to me, and the French teacher was a petite 23-year-old with a heavy French accent who started out the class by saying, "Bon Jour". She smiled wonderfully and her tiny body was perfectly fitted to the smallwaisted dress she wore.
I silently bet that she was high on the interest list for every male teacher in the building.
The day ended with two reading assignments, a set of math problems, and a simple writing assignment. I had a feeling I was lucky and was sure of it as Will joined me at my locker, two away from Becky, and we all walked in the same direction home.
Becky's house was nearest the school and she asked if I'd study with her sometimes. I readily agreed if for nothing but to share in what she was learning as well as my own classes. Will walked me to my door, his home somewhere beyond.
"I'd like to walk you home every night," he said. "But football practices start tomorrow and I'll be busy."
"You play football?" I asked.
"Uh huh. I got tabbed for quarterback this year," he said modestly.
"I'll watch sometimes," I said. "Games. You know."
"I hope so," he said. "They're mostly Friday nights and I'm going to need somebody to cheer for me."
"I will." I smiled and thanked him for carrying my books before he started back down the sidewalk with a big smile.
"Sue?" Minni said as we lay in each other's arms that night.
"Uh huh," I responded tiredly. All this new was tiring and I was exhausted from the day and the two hours of homework after dinner.
"You told me all the things you've been," she said. I nodded against the pillow. "You've been almost everything." I nodded again. "Would you
…" she stopped, nervous against my neck. "You were a man, right?"
"Yes, Minni. Several times."
"Were you a very wonderful man?"
"I have a choice of how I will appear to others. I've chosen to be many kinds of man."
She breathed heavily. "Were you ever a gladiator?"
"No. Not a gladiator," I said with a smile, seeing where the conversation was going. "But I was a warrior."
"A very handsome, strong warrior, I'll bet."
"Yes." I knew what she wanted now.
She let the silence of the bedroom, bathed in the waning light of the almost full moon, drag on for a long time.
"Minni? Would you like me to be a warrior for you?"
"Can you?"
I felt my body change then to Vasili's features. Leaning toward her, I watched her tiny hand come to my massive chest. Vasili had been a tribal chief in what would one day be the Ukraine – a chief who had won his leadership by force of heavy weapons and an ability to tell exactly what the rangy Cossack ponies were going to do even before they did them.
I'd worn my long straight blond hair in broad braids originally but now that wasn't possible. Vasili's women had found him irresistible and had borne him more children than any of the other chieftains, a source of tribal pride. That had been a combination of kindness (very unusual) and understanding mixed with a good measure of satisfying sex.
The muscles of my broad chest rippled with power that flowed into the biceps almost as big as Sue's waist. The muscles of legs that held the swift ponies to his purposes had also spread many women's legs. The hard cock that sprung from between them was moderately thick but not overly long. Vasili's copper colored skin shimmered with power.
Minni sighed, her hand fluttering near my powerful chest.
"Yes, Minni. I can," I said in that familiar voice. Vasili had taken over his tribe at 19 by sword right. Then he and his men had taken over seven evilly governed neighboring tribes, combining them into a powerful force for good that, he knew from history, outlasted him.
"Oh, God!" she sighed. "You're magnificent."
"Yes, I am," I said, my voice rumbling from deep within my breast. I had never had need for modesty. The hand that had held a five foot scimitar covered her breast, almost squeezing it too hard. The hard full lips on the square jawed face lowered to hers gently and spread them to allow my tongue deep into her opened mouth.
My long thick finger found the opening between her legs, spreading her open around it. It found her maidenhead before it could be stopped at the knuckle. It brought her an orgasm almost as my palm covered her mound from hip to hip. I pushed the covers to the floor.
"Oh God!" she sighed. "Oh God!"
"You have an obstruction we must deal with first," I said. I'd known she was a virgin since I had been a dog. One of those things a dog senses. Neither the boys' stumbling probes of her or Einstein's had broken it.
"Yes," she hissed. "I want you to. I want you to make me a woman."
"Then touch me, woman," I almost growled. Her hand tentatively came to my cock as it stood out from my powerful thighs. I'd almost forgotten what a wonderful body this was. The uncircumcised head was so sensitive I shuddered with her slight touch. "I'll fill you full of me," I promised.
"Oh, yes," she sighed.
I turned to my back, removing my finger from her and almost spanned her ribcage with my hands before I picked her up from the bed, rigid with a kind of fear and anticipation. I lifted her above me, only her hands staying on my rippling biceps and spread her legs before lowering her over me.
My cock slid gently into her body until we touched only at my hands around her still and at her maidenhead. In a motion, I pressed her irresistibly down onto it, eliciting a squeal of pain. I poised her there on me until the pain had passed and her knees finally contacted the bed at the sides of my thighs.
I edged one then the other hand up until her breasts were in the palms of my hands as her upper body hung above me supported on them. I moved my hands, crushing her breasts again and again until she began responding again. I could feel her cunt pulsing around me.
Moving slowly, I began moving her up and down my length from my tip to my mound, pressing her hard onto it to stimulate her clit. As her legs began moving incoherently, I plunged her onto me over and over and over again at that same slow pace until she was gurgling with her need to cross over. Then, in a dozen swift, hard strokes, I brought her to her climax.
I lowered her body to my chest then, wrapping my arms all the way around her until my hands were almost at her breasts again. I knew I could easily crush her chest because this body had done that to more than one man in mortal combat. One hand trailed down to her waist, rubbing her almost roughly, and to her prominent buttocks. I kneaded each one repeatedly until her middle was moving up and down on my length again, her breathing heavy on my neck.
I pressed a finger into her asshole and felt her orgasm again and again before I had moved it or allowed her to begin pumping up and down my length again. She was grunting like a pig as she spasmed around me.
Then I started the long slow strokes again, aided this time by my finger's friction in her rectum as it pulled out and pressed back in.