The "Raoul's Road Trip" stories continue from the "Raoul's 18th Birthday" and "Raoul's First Murders" stories. I am not ready to publish Chapter 1, but since I've finished Chapter 2, I figured I'd go ahead and post it. Each chapter should stand pretty well on their own anyway.
In this particular chapter there is no violence.
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Raoul sits in his living room, surrounded by dozens of women. His family -- six sisters and seven cousins (all female and collectively known as "the M-girls"), an aunt, a great-aunt, two grandmothers -- have retreated to other parts of the property, no room being left for them by Raoul's admirers.
The two most privileged are Hannah, who straddles his left leg, facing him, and Diana, who does the same on his right leg. Hannah is in her second semester in a local community college, having been a cheerleader at County with several of the M-girls. Diana is still a senior at Ridgway, the "sister school" to Essex Academy for Boys.
Tucked under his left arm is Irene, about two weeks late on her period and hoping he's gotten her pregnant; and tucked under his right is Trang, one of his cousin's friends from "Kappy," the Asian sorority at USCLA, who has recently become one of his favorite girls.
And so on, in concentric semi-circles of relative privilege.
"Are you sure you're not forgetting anything?" Diana asks sweetly, stroking his shoulder.
But he's already answered this question a few times, so he ignores her.
"You really should stay with us," Trang says, slapping him softly. "Essex is so far away."
Of course she does not mean Raoul's school, but the town in New England where Hedera University is located.
He replies by flexing his arm muscle affectionately around her.
Finally they see Shona running up the sidewalk toward their house.
"Oh no," the girls lament as one, realizing that her appearance means he's about to leave.
One of the M-girls opens the door for her.
"Oh, wow," Shona laughs, seeing the crowd. "Quite a farewell party!"
"We're all very angry at you for taking him away from us," snaps a girl named Louann, revealing a little too much feeling.
"She's not taking me," Raoul growls. "I'm taking her."
Louann melts. "I'm sorry, I just...."
"When are you taking me?" Shona asks, overwhelmed by the attention of more jealous girls than she ever hoped to encounter at once. She prefers to sneak in and out unnoticed by the back door.
"Right now," he announces, his deep voice rumbling through the room.
As he stands, girls seem to spill off of him, and at the same time there is a general rush towards him. Breasts are pressed against him from every direction, but he manages to move through them towards the door.
"No," some of the girls cry.
One makes the mistake of tugging him too hard.
"Hey," he warns, looking to see who it was. Several girls flinch away, not wanting to look guilty.
Another girl is more clever: she appeals to Shona.
"Please let him stay with us just a little longer," she begs. "It's too early to leave."
"It's not my choice," Shona smiles uncomfortably.
"But he'll do it if you tell him to," she begs. "You're one of the only girls he listens to."
In fact, of course Shona is something like the queen of his harem, and having been chosen to accompany him on his trip across the continent proves it.
And there are reasons she is the queen.
"Raoul," she smiles at him, her lips bright red with lipstick. "Why don't you let three or four of them say goodbye to you in your room? I'll wait outside and we can leave when you're finished."
He looks at her. She doesn't know that only a few minutes ago he was alone in his room with Irene. It'll take them at least fifteen minutes to make him cum again.
"Please?" Shona coos. "They're really going to miss you."
Well, fifteen or twenty more minutes doesn't matter so much at this point.
He nods, and the girls break into applause.
"Don't be too happy," he warns. "I'm saying goodbye to almost all of you right now. Get a hug if you want."
They queue up, hugging him tightly, pressing their softnesses into his granite body. He gives them each a squeeze, and several of them step away with tears in your eyes.
"Who gets to say goodbye to you in your room?" Trang asks.
About half of the girls are nervous about the frank sexuality of the situation, but none are uncomfortable enough to leave or protest. If they really had a problem with it, they would've stopped coming over several years ago. But the other half of the girls have dropped all pretenses -- they want to enjoy his attention no matter what anyone thinks.
"Well," he says, looking around, "how about Christina, Isabel, Hannah, and Doris?"
Trang shrinks away, disappointed, but the lottery winners celebrate and turn toward his room to flee the jealousy that suddenly focuses on them.
"You only picked four," someone protests. "She said four or five!"
He dismisses her. "I picked who I wanted."
"Tell him to pick one more," the clever girl begs Shona.
"It's up to him," Shona says, turning toward the door.
"One more, please!" a girl begs.
"Alright," he says, looking around the room. He's not going to reward the beggars -- that would only incentivize their behavior. He picked four of the quieter girls already, but the others didn't take the hint.
His eyes linger on the pretty green eyes of a girl at the back of the room, being pushed aside by the crowd. He has seen her before, but he doesn't know who she is.
"How about you?" he says. "Would you like to come?"
No one knows whether he means "come" or "cum" but it's the same thing anyway.
