This concluded the breaking a huge story, "Every Thing She Does is Magic", into more manageable pieces. I strongly urge you, the reader, to begin with Parts 1, 2, and 3, as no effort will be made to catch you up with what has happened thus far.
Tuesday, September 29, 2020
Tom was awake before the sun cleared the horizon and gearing up for a big day. He was still relaxed from her ministrations of the previous evening. He showered and applied some cologne. He had found a YouTube video about how to apply cologne and followed their directions. He did like how he smelled on those rare times when he wore that cologne. He dressed and opted for only one cup of coffee from the cafeteria. He was waiting outside of her dorm by 7:10 and he texted her to let her know.
Bleary-eyed, barefoot, and in a bathrobe, she let him into the residence hall, shushing him, and led him to her room. He could hear Dawn in the shower but when Julie dropped to her knees, he realized what her plan was. She quickly unzipped his pants, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his pants, including his boxer shorts, to his ankles. Her robe gapped open and he quickly realized she was completely naked under the robe and her tits were swinging freely, which inspired him to firm up quickly. She dove headfirst onto his prick and he became oblivious to everything around him except for her.
And that was when Dawn emerged from the bathroom with only a towel around her torso. She had heard Julie leave and return but was unaware of Tom's presence. Dawn stared as she watched Julie work his cock and it inflamed her. Dawn dove for her bed, pulling out the handkerchief (which still smelled of the cologne) and her rabbit vibe. Julie's slurping and sucking drowned out Dawn's quiet utterings, but soon Dawn's moans eclipsed the noises Julie was making, and he became aware. Julie's tongue started to lash his glans with purpose and he could feel the buzz starting in his balls. Dawn shrieked, "Yes, Tom! Just do it! Do it! Make me CUMMM!" and he could hold back no longer. Julie got her reward, her desired mouthful of his spend, and she savored it as long as she could.
"Wait here a moment, Tom," she said as she rose to her feet, bathrobe still flapping, showing off her body to him. She returned quickly with a damp washcloth and gently but thoroughly cleaned his groin of any residue which had escaped her mouth. She pulled up his boxers and started with the trousers, but he stopped her and finished pulling them up and cinching them closed. He took her in his arms, his hands reaching around inside her bathrobe and cradling her ass as he pulled her to him. He did not mind his taste on her, so he showed her his appreciation for her sacrifice of in-bed time that morning.
"Was that all you were going to have for breakfast?" he inquired. He saw the time was now 7:40 and he wanted to head off to class. Kissing her once again, he whispered, "I owe you big time. I love you so much, Julia Ann Lawson." Opening the door to the hallway, he called back over his shoulder, "Have a good rest of your day, Dawn!" and he stepped out into his day.
His mind was whirling. 'What just happened? Don't think too much about it, Tom. Accept it,' he mused as he strode along the sidewalk to his 8:00 AM class. He was early, as he had intended, and he assumed his customary seat. He noticed a couple of others coming in who were better attired than usual, and he gave them all a big nod of acknowledgment. The content covered in his classes that day was largely forgettable. He received best wishes from each of his instructors, though. They knew he was interviewing and representing the school as well. In a small way, his performance at this career fair would help determine if there would be future ones.
His mind was clear and calm for his first two interviews. The first one was with one of the large banks and he was informed that this would be a brief, initial screening meeting. If both parties liked what they saw, a longer interview could be scheduled. The representative of the bank was an attractive blonde in a blue pinstriped suit. As she accepted his resume, the fragrance of his cologne caught her attention. With a thousand‑watt smile, she launched into the services her company offered its clients with a focus on transparency and communication. She inquired about his classes and circled his Accounting Lab tutoring experience. She did not ask about the Eagle Scout rank at the bottom under Personal Details. She did ask what facets of Business Finance appealed to him most, to which he replied, "Currently I'm enjoying my Forensic Accounting course. I could see myself in that sort of position after college." He asked about where the bank had offices and was dismayed that they were only in Los Angeles and Chicago. After a few more minutes of polite chit-chat, she stood and offered him her hand, saying that they would be in touch within a week if a follow-up interview would be desired. He thanked her for her time and before he walked away, she asked him about his cologne. He said he had gotten it from a grandfather and that he did not think it was being made anymore. She was quick, he had to hand her that, and thanked him for regarding the career fair as being worth using some of it.
The second interview was with a large national consultancy, and the interviewer was a man who looked to be about his father's age. They shook hands and many of the questions were similar to the first interview. Looking over his resume, the interviewer saw two things and circled them. After only ten minutes, the gentleman stood and offered Tom his left hand. "William Scott, Eagle Scout, class of 1988. I'm pleased to meet you, Thomas. I'm sure you will hear back from us soon." His face showed a cheerful smile and he thanked Mr. Scott sincerely for his time.
The third interview, late in the day, was with another large bank. The pinch-faced representative was eager to wrap up this horrid assignment, and after only five minutes she thanked him for his time and wished him good fortune. She had done what her boss had asked of her and she was eager to get on the road, back to her home about four hours' drive away and her three cats. He did not expect to ever hear from this bank again.
Julie found herself nearly buried in coursework due later that week so she only had time for a brief meeting with him. She promised to make up the time on the weekend. He was not put off or offended by her unavailability. Frankly, he was glad that his presence in her life had not become too detrimental to her focus. She felt bad about this and told him so, but he laughed and told her, "Everything should have its proper place and time. I hear what you are saying, Jules, my bright and shining jewel, but please do what you should be doing, not necessarily what you wish to be doing."
"So, what happened today with your interviews?" she inquired.
"They were mostly preliminary meetings, almost weed-out types. Two of them hold promise; the third, not so much. I have two more scheduled for tomorrow. And who knows? I may try a walk-in to see how it goes. Please do not fret or worry about my stuff. Your coursework should remain your top priority."
They parted with a sweet kiss and went to their respective dorm rooms. She remained worried about his departing words to Dawn that morning. At 9:30 she put her coursework aside and called him.
"Tom, I'm so sorry about Dawn's behavior this morning," she began.
Laughing softly, he replied, "I appreciate your concern for my feelings, Julie. Let's just say I've had a slight paradigm shift and I'm no longer quite so concerned about others' reactions to my actions or choices. If Dawn wants to jill off to the idea of me, that's fine as long as she doesn't try to get me to play along. I'd never do that to you, Jules."
"I know that, Tom. You have loosened up quite a bit since we started dating, though. Oh! Would you care to escort me to the free movie on Friday?"
"You should know that I'd love to escort YOU, Julie. I think we need to find someone else for Dawn to fixate upon, though." She laughed at that.
"Yes, I agree. Do you have any clones available to serve as a 'sacrifice'?"
"No clones available, and my brother doesn't go to school here. What about a 'project' for Dawn? Like, say, John Wilson?"
"The geeky guy who tutors in the accounting lab in the afternoons?"
"He's genuinely a nice person, introspective. He's scary smart. While looks may change and fade, intelligence and sympathy only get better as time goes on. I'm sure that he could be 'encouraged' to make some minor cosmetic changes if he had a certain someone to make them for."
"How would we get them together?" she asked.
