Alistaire's Summer 6: Other Things

Okay. Fan service from Alistaire Too is now complete. I think. If there are other dangling threads left to, erm, snip, remind me in the comments. Time for some new wrinkles to Alistaire's life. We will see if he likes them or not...

Oh, and more fragments of the big easter egg are back in this story. No one has gotten it yet!

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THE ONE WITH OTHER INTERESTS

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I know from looking at the story so far that it seems like I spent the summer just boning Mary and Maddie... and also Carrie for a while, at first, and then Jessica after a while... except for when I was taking time out to bone Poppy and Sloane. Nothing could be further from the truth.

The job Mom had gotten me turned out to actually be pretty cool. I got to do more than an intern typically would, due to my ability to swiftly complete whatever task was set before me. This meant it took up more and more of my time as the summer went on, and my boss gave me more hours, squeezing whatever he could from this criminally underpaid resource before it left for USC. I know I sound kinda harsh there, but those were pretty much the exact words he used when I bitched one day about the new schedule and not having more free time.

I also hung out a lot with Chris and Tony. I also hung out with just Chris. In our little friend group, Chris was the apex of the triangle, so I never hung out with just Tony. Sometimes, later on, Maddie hung out with the three of us to play board games. She and I never let on any of what was happening between us.

Chris remained irritated that I hung out so much with Mary, Maddie, and Carrie, yet never 'made a move'.

"Dude, we are just friends," I said, with absolute, utterly misleading truth.

"Well, it is pissing me off that you won't at least try to hook up with Maddie."

"Why her in particular?"

"Because she has started hanging around all the time! And talking to me at other times, when we run into each other. It is frustrating that I can't even simply ask her out."

"Why not?" I asked. I admit to being amused with this, and was toying with my buddy.

"Because she is your territory, man!"

Oh, no he did not. He was not putting his problems in my name!

"She is not my territory. No one is my territory," I said firmly. "If you want to make a move there, go right ahead. I will not be miffed in any way. Any. Way." I thought that I better add some other provisos... "That said, I have seen exactly zero indication that she is interested in your scraggly hide. More importantly, if you do get with that in any way, you will not be the only guy doing so, on an ongoing basis."

"So you are saying she is some kind of slut?" Chris said dangerously. Dangerously for him.

"Chris you are my oldest standing friend, but if you suggest Maddie is a slut ever again, I will take your already smaller than mine body and reduce it into even tinier, evenly weighted portions."

"Whoa! Chill, Al! I was about to get mad because I thought it was you who was going there! Maddie is my friend now, too."

We dropped it, as guys do, and went back to talking baseball.

Later, I called Maddie.

"Just a heads up, Chris is pissed that I won't make a pass at you."

"I love that those two have yet to get a clue about us," Maddie laughed in reply.

"Well, I told him that I would not object if he made a pass himself."

"Alistaire!" Maddie yelped. "You have a better chance of getting Mary and me to lick your cock simultaneously than Chris has with me."

"So you are saying there is a chance."

"Fuck you, Taylor."

"Please!"

"When?"

*

Chris did, miraculously, screw up the courage to ask Maddie on a date. She turned him down.

But she did wingman for him about ten days later, with Jo Harrington. That worked out extraordinarily well for Chris. By his standards. He got to second base there before all was said and done, and he would

not

shut up about it.

Tony started calling him Tit Man. It was

adorable

.

*

I also made friends with Felix Donaldson, the other economically-exploited high school graduate working at the paper. He had had the utter misfortune of his parents moving to town in the middle of his senior year of high school. Moving during the middle of a kid's senior year is pretty brutal, so he was not eaten up with friends.

But Felix was cool, and organized, and determined to fix his social problems. This made him the king of knowing about commercial social options.

It turns out that there is a huge, upscale time-share complex on the south shore of the big lake on the other side of the city. The lake is actually the main metropolitan reservoir. The complex is full, all summer, with families, including a lot of older kids, shuttling in and out for one or two-week stays.

One of many attempts by the resort to keep these well-off tourist kids happy was the dances they put on twice a week for under-21s. There were refreshments and a live band under the huge outdoor pavilion near the shore of the lake.

Crucially, to keep the numbers up and make it a 'happening', the resort sold a limited but significant number of entrances to local kids.

I had never heard of these events before, but when Felix told me about them, he insisted I come along with him to one. I was not exactly on the hunt for girls, but I figured what the heck. If Maddie could wingman for my boy Chris, the least I could do was wingman myself a little for my boy Felix.

Also, I was dimly aware that I was not much of a dancer and felt that getting better might be a good idea before I got to USC.

The less said about my few prior efforts at dancing, the better.

Driving over to the place the first time, Felix was practically bouncing in the passenger seat, eager for an opportunity to talk to girls who didn't know anybody in the room. Girls who might be up for a little adventure. Felix knew he was not a player, though I had a very firm idea that he was no virgin. Regardless, the guy was quite focused on meeting girls who were bored and possibly ready for a little vacation adventure.

The first night we went, it was a good time. The band was the best I had ever heard live.

Don't get excited. They were only the third I'd ever heard live. Prior to that night, the best live band I had ever experienced had been the Bloodshot Rhinos back at school...

There was decent food and lots of people. Lots of girls. Lots of presentable girls.

I did not initially seem to be needed as a wingman, as Felix was off dancing with some girl wearing an Ohio State University polo shirt and a short, scarlet skirt within twenty minutes of arrival. I waved him off happily and tried to figure out what to do with myself. Despite everything, I could still be a little shy with strangers and was surrounded by nothing but. I sucked it up and looked around for a way to improve my social skills.

The place was crowded, and I had never been comfortable simply walking up and introducing myself to just anyone. That had still not changed. Despite everything (and everyone) I had done, I was still... me.

Worse, even though this was supposed to be a meet-and-greet party for out-of-town kids, the whole place was mostly filled with little clots of kids who had clearly already met. No way I was inserting myself into any of those. So I focused on the few kids, like me, who stood around alone.

The first few dudes I wandered up beside were a disappointment. Most were flat-out boring, and those that weren't were kinda a-holes who just wanted to stare at girls' asses.

I like staring at girls' asses too, but I can multi-task, dammit.

I approached a girl, and she was the worst. It had been quite a while since a girl had looked right through me like I wasn't there. That brought back uncomfortable memories, and I was starting to resolve to just hang out and drink sodas until I could leave, with or without Felix.

I was amused by the way everybody dressed. The dudes were totally casual. They almost all just wore jeans, usually nice but not always even that, and there were a crazy amount of plain white teeshirts. A few guys who wanted to dress up were wearing what kids who did

not

go to prep school think kids who go to prep school dress like. I was wearing one of my 'brave' shirts, a Robert Graham, and khakis. I might as well have had on a tux.

The girls... well it was kind of ridiculous. Most of them were wearing short dresses or skirts, seriously short. Those with cleavage to offer were damn well offering it. Whether the girl was hot or not, she dressed like she was going to a Miami nightclub. Felix's dance partner would have been a crazy outlier, if her skirt had not been so short and so very tight.

I rapidly figured my chances of meeting any new friends here were low. And to be honest, I was not interested in meeting any new playmates either. I was... satiated. I had arrived fully ready to embrace any such opportunity, but I was not looking for one. And by the time the night was half over, I wasn't really even in an embracing mood anymore.

At one point, my eyes lighted on a blonde girl, standing by herself. I will admit, I first noticed her because she had a nice build, but I wandered her way because she was standing alone. And because she had to be a local, since she was not in something satin and short. She was, in fact in a nice-fitting pair of jeans, a pair of low boots, and a sky-blue, long-sleeved shirt.

"Um, quite the spectacle," I said, moving sideways the last few feet to stand next to her.

She took her eyes off the crowd for a minute to give me a quick glance, smiled politely, and replied, "You must have gone to Pisstree."

Well now.

"Well, now I know you went to Fuckheads," I said. "But what makes you think I went to P-High?"

"Well, you are clearly local. You are dressed nice, so you can't be one of the tourists. But I've never laid eyes on you, so... Pisstree."

"Excellent reasoning," I said like I was a teacher or something. "I am a local, but I went to boarding school instead of high school down here."

She actually turned to me with something like a glimmer of interest. Not in me as a guy, but as some sort of interesting specimen. "Boarding school is still a thing?"

We fenced over my school and other subjects while several songs went by. We must have been talking a while before I finally screwed up the courage to ask, "So, what is your name, anyway?"

That actually surprised her. "Charlotte Gaines," she said instantly. "Shit. I don't know yours either."

"Alistaire Taylor," I replied instantly. I realized that I still sometimes clung to Al when introducing myself to guys. Felix, for instance, knew me as Al. But it had been a long time since I had introduced myself to any female, of whatever age or appearance, as anything other than Alistaire.

"I'm sorry," she snorted at my moniker. I gave her the stink-eye. I've come to like the name... mostly. "Listen," she said, "I know you came over to ask me to dance, like every other guy who has tried to talk to me. Are you going to get around to asking?"

I stared at her. "Um... No? I actually did not intend to ask, because I myself suck at dancing," I replied sheepishly.

"And for that, I am going to say yes," she said with a sweetly evil grin. "Let's go embarrass you." With that, she walked forward into the press of kids who were dancing.

I have gotten hard to embarrass, so I followed. I may have also followed because she had a nice, if small ass. That was kind of a natural reaction. I neither wanted to dance, nor try to tap said ass. But habits are habits, and nice asses are nice asses.

Once on the floor, I realized that I was hard to embarrass, not impossible to embarrass.

I lasted three songs before I beat a retreat. She followed my humiliating withdrawal.

"Told you," I grumbled.

"Hey, you are not that bad. And you were getting better," she said charitably. I wondered where this new-found lack of barbs came from. "Give it another few hours a day for the next ten years and you might be not hilarious anymore," she added with a friendly grin.

There it was.

I got enough shit like this from Chris and Tony.

We talked for another few minutes.

"So, if you won't let yourself dance," she said, "why are you here?"

"Mostly just wingman-ing for my friend, Felix," I said, pointing to where Felix had just come into view, still dancing with his prospect.

"You are doing a poor job," Charlotte said, following my gesture.

"They have been dancing for over half an hour," I protested.

"And? That girl just wants to dance. As long as he wants to dance, she will. Then she will move on as soon as he stops."

I looked at the two of them.

Shit.

I know extremely well how a girl looks at a guy she is attracted to. I hadn't been paying attention to that that evening, but now I did. Buckeye Babe was just not interested.

"She might at least cut him loose before the night is over," I said sourly.

"Don't be sad that she is better at using your friend than he is at using her," Charlotte said. I looked at her. "I'm just saying that she is going to get everything she wants out of him, and he is not going to get anything he wants out of her," my companion of the moment said with a grin. I rolled my eyes.

We talked a bit longer, then parted. Once I lost track of Charlotte, I realized I should at least have gotten her phone number. That was the sort of skill I would need at college. Honing those skills was part of why I had agreed to come to this event in the first place.

The evening ended on a down note. I met no one else worth talking to. And Felix got ghosted about six seconds after he unwisely chose to stop dancing. We kind of agreed to leave a half hour before the band was done, and headed home.

"Saw you dancing with Charlotte," Felix said.

"You know her?" I asked. I had not known Felix was a Fuckhead.

"You have no chance, dude," was all he replied.

I did not want a chance.

If I wanted a chance, I would have one, I thought. My ego, expanded beyond measurement in recent months, was sure of it. I believed it... mostly. Had I actually wanted Charlotte, I'd have been a shit ton less sure.

But while there was still a lot of summer left, I was already feeling the bummer of leaving the girls I was with already. I was not looking for more goodbyes.

Felix just assumed that I would go with him to these things again.

"Wednesday? No can do," I told him, slightly relieved that I did have plans already.

"Really? What are you doing that is better than bored chicks wearing short skirts?"

"Uh, game night," I said easily. Fortunately, Felix knew I was a gamer, and did not bother to ask much in the way of follow-up questions. I was actually playing board games, but that was Thursday, as usual. Wednesday, the games I was playing were with Mary.

Two-player games.

*

My parents were going out together more and staying out later than I ever remembered before, at least when Mom was in town. She was also traveling more for business. Dad told me it was still not like she used to before I was born, but her travel had become a lot more frequent over the last year or so. Maybe my parents wanted to make the most of their time together when she was not on the road, maybe they had just gotten used to me not being around all the time and did not feel the need to entertain me now that I once again was. But I also had the uncomfortable feeling that they were clearing the house for me and... whomever I might want to bring over.

I was sure as fuck not going to ask them. That way led to conversations of the sort that would have me wanting to move out and change my name. If they stopped giving me these opportunities, however, I might have to ask anyway. Having a bed that I could actually use to do things like what I was currently doing to Mary was wicked convenient.

She had her legs wrapped around the small of my back, and we had discovered that putting the Hogwarts pillow I could not shame myself into getting rid of under the small of her back provided us with an angle of action that we both gave five stars.

My cock slid in and out of her silky interior in swift, long strokes. The extra three miles on each morning run was proving to be well worth the extra drudgery, as I was still going strong with lots of energy left in the tank, even though this was our second round. My cock was screaming silently with delight, and Mary was making up for its silence with the volume of her own appreciation.

I had her close, and while I could easily have been ready to come along with her, I wanted to coax one more orgasm out of the girl beyond what I felt boiling beneath me at the moment. Under ordinary circumstances, I would have easily counted on managing another round after this, if I slipped up and came. But since I had dropped by one of Jessica's new listings that morning, right after she had had a showing... I had to worry at least a little about how much ammunition I had remaining for Mary after the time with her mom.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuck!" Mary screamed, hitting my head with another pillow as she thrashed under me in release. The pillow thing was an annoying new habit, but I was hardly going to complain, given what it always accompanied. And this evening, it also made sure I didn't just nut involuntarily in response to the incredible series of twists and squeezes her pussy was performing around my still-moving cock.

"Oh, God," Mary sighed, slumping back against my mattress. Then she added with a gasp, "Oh, God! You haven't come yet, have you? Tell me you came!" I just smiled at her. "You are going to fuck me again, aren't you?" she asked nervously. "I can't take that again!"

I just smiled some more.

"You are going to kill me," she moaned as I started thrusting again.

"Fuck, Alistaire! Stop," she begged. "At least let me roll over first!"

There it was. Mary was becoming almost as addicted to taking it from behind as Beth had been.

I pretended to grumble as I slid from inside her, and she panted, making a show of delaying as she rolled over. In doing so, she grabbed the pillow she had been hitting me with and piled it on top of the Hogwarts one. When she lay down, what sweet, round ass poked up enticingly, her already well-fucked slit now in perfect position.

I wasted no time and buried myself in her once more. But I slowed my pace from before, wanting to savor this and give her time to recover enough energy to come hard when she came again.

Regaining her breath, Mary laid her head on its side, and asked me, "Maddie and I were thinking Saturday night we could go see the new movie, what's it called? The gross-out comedy one."

Ordinarily, seeing a film sitting between Mary and Maddie would have been an automatic yes. Especially since word was the big-name female lead had an actual nude scene with stuff visible.

I sighed. "Can we do Sunday afternoon? I told Felix I'd go with him to that dance thing across town again."

"Oh ho," Mary chcukled. "Maybe I should go with you!"

That got her fucked a little extra hard. "Want to keep me out of trouble?" I growled.

"Not necessarily," she giggled. "But my friend Sue went to the one last week and got herself a heaping helping of some Boston boy. Maybe I want some Yankee dick of my own."

"Any time you want to come along, tell me," I said, deciding it was time for us both to finish. "There are plenty of Boston, New York, Philadelphia, and other-type boys there for you to sample."

Then I made damn good and well sure that if she did sample any such, she'd remember me while she did it. I'm not jealous, but I am competitive.

*

"You have to stop wasting your time on locals like Charlotte at these things," Felix told me as he drove us over to the resort on Saturday. "The action is all with the tourists. They are the bored and horny ones. And they have no time to waste."