Quaranteam - Team Tim

This is a spinoff of CorruptingPower's Quaranteam Universe. I have 'written' many stories in my head and have started typing some of these into the computer in the past, but it has been the Quaranteam Universe that has spurred me to keep going. Thanks go to CorruptingPower for letting me play in his universe, and a big shout out to the growing group of spin-off authors for their help and encouragement.

Quaranteam: Team Tim

The_Licentious_Laureate

Chapter 14.

Sunday, 26th July 2020 (Afternoon)

Kate stood up and used a spoon against her glass to get everyone's attention.

"Again, sorry for not pressing the damn button, I thought I'd save everyone some trouble, not seeing that I was creating it instead," she admitted. "Anyway, I've received an update from the taskforce this morning. The Russian sub is behaving as expected and the new intelligence received supports what we've currently been told. So, basically, there's no change." Having said her piece, she then sat down again.

Tim thought about what Kate had told them, and decided that in this case, no new news really was no news.

Lunch was effectively over by this point, and they all started to drift away in ones and twos, intent on doing their own thing for on what was a lovely Sunday afternoon.

Rana and Jenny were the first to leave, going to the stables to see whether they could make better use of the space, given that there were now eight horses there, rather than the two that had been there only hours before. Siobhan took a book out into the courtyard, deciding to read and spend a while in the sun before her video call with Rachel, Tim's girlfriend from his time at Durham University.

Maria was planning on going down to the basement to see if there was a sewing machine or possibly an overlocker being stored there. Before she left, though, Tim caught up with her.

"How are you feeling, Maria?" Tim asked.

"Better than I've been for so long," she replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Because we've not spent any time together since you woke up," he explained.

"You mean for sex. I must admit that would be nice, but I'm not feeling a desperate need at the moment."

"Let me know if you do. I'm fully aware that you may start to feel needy soon."

Maria reached out and put a hand on Tim's arm. "I surely will," she informed him. "And I want to get a good crack of the whip with you as well. After all, I've got twenty-five years of catching up to do and definitely intend to start as soon as possible. There's so much I want to explore with you. I'd hardly started exploring my sexuality when I had my accident."

"Whenever you're ready," Tim replied.

After a gentle pat, Maria removed her hand from his arm. Turning away, she waved. "Talk later." Maria took two steps forward, but then stopped and turned back to face Tim. "Is it possible to take the Oracle survey again?"

"I'm not sure, Maria. Why?" he enquired, taking a step towards her.

"I feel that I'm a different person now than I was a few days ago, and my answers will probably be different as the thought of sex no longer scares me. I know it won't change where I am, but Siobhan mentioned something about a Team score and if we're to get more women arriving, then the Team score should be reasonably accurate."

"I'd not thought about that," Tim acknowledged. "I'll see what Siobhan says."

"Thank you, Tim." Maria turned and actually walked away this time.

Tim was left standing there with his thoughts. He now had eight women bonded to him, and another to be added later that day, but except for Kate's 94.7% and Siobhan's 'over 95%', he didn't know his compatibility scores with any of his other women. He felt that this was a situation that he should correct, but not immediately. Instead, he wanted to relax with one of his guitars for a few hours.

Tim started walking towards the main entrance hall of the house and the music room, but hadn't gone more than twenty paces when he was waylaid by Grace and Nicole, who asked if he could help them move various items around to get their flat over the stables set up. Giving up the thought of spending some time chilling with a guitar, at least in the short term, Tim readily agreed.

----oOo----

At one minute to three o'clock, Siobhan logged into the zoom meeting with Rachel wanting to be there first, only to find the other woman already logged in and waiting. Seeing Rachel for the first time, having not found any pictures of her on social media, Siobhan did a quick double-take. 'Feck, she's gorgeous,' was her first thought. And her second, as she stared at Rachel saying nothing. Siobhan just stared at the beautiful face with rich hazel eyes surrounded by a mass of golden blonde hair with just a hint of copper tones and could fully understand how Tim had fallen for this woman.

She saw a smirk on Rachel's face, before she heard "What are we meant to be talking about?"

"Oh sorry," Siobhan replied, trying to get her thoughts back in order. "I think we have a mutual friend."

Rachel looked very puzzled, but didn't comment.

"I've been at Cambridge Uni for the last couple of years --," Siobhan began.

"Tim?" Rachel exclaimed, starting to get animated.

"Yeah, Tim," Siobhan confirmed.

"So are you his girlfriend now?" Rachel asked, leaning forward slightly.

"Yeah... sort of... maybe more... it's complicated..." Siobhan left the sentence hanging.

"Oh," Rachel exclaimed, sitting back in her chair, a distant look on her face.

"That's why I wanted to talk to you. I think you and Tim have unfinished business," Siobhan explained.

"I wish," Rachel declared. "It's been over six months since we last messaged, and that was just to say 'Happy New Year,' or something similarly generic."

"At least he was keeping in touch," Siobhan offered.

"Yeah, there is that," Rachel agreed. "So why the government email I received, suggesting that I should say 'Yes' and be given access to complete a questionnaire without really knowing what it's all about?"

"If you choose to complete it, and I hope you do, one thing you'll do is to sign an NDA, a Non-Disclosure Agreement. Once you've done that and completed the questionnaire, your account on the Oracle system will allow you to access information regarding the purpose of the questionnaire. Unfortunately, it's still the American information, though," Siobhan informed her.

"Isn't that a bit backwards," Rachel exclaimed. "Surely, people need to know why they're doing something before they actually do it."

"In this case, that's not possible, for a multitude of reasons," The Irish woman explained. "It's also probable that most adults in the country will need to complete the questionnaire, or one very much like it, in the next few months. Hopefully more tailored to the UK."

"Have both you and Tim completed the questionnaire?" Rachel enquired.

"Yes, we have," Siobhan replied. "And what I can tell you is that Tim and I are together and that we're no longer in Cambridge, although I'm not at liberty to tell you exactly where we are."

"Oh, OK," Rachel responded. "So you're in a bubble together?"

"We are," Siobhan confirmed. "And you could be, too."

"Are there others already there with you, then?" Rachel enquired.

"There are," Siobhan agreed, nodding more to herself.

"And I bet that's why it's complicated," Rachel remarked, giving a small laugh. "I'm trying to imagine the Tim I knew in a relationship with more than one woman, and I'm struggling."

"Why's that?" Siobhan asked, leaning back in her chair, her elbows resting on the armrests and her fingers interlocked.

"He was very much an 'all in' sort of guy. When we were together, he was With Me, if you can understand that. He wasn't thinking of anyone or anything else. It must have taken something monumental to get him to make such a paradigm shift."

"It did," Siobhan agreed. "A really big one."

"Now you've actually got me interested in understanding what could have made Tim accept such a change," Rachel acknowledged, leaning forward. "Yeah, I know he's a man and for many men, two women are better than one, but that was never Tim."

Siobhan also leant forward in her chair, intently watching the expression on Rachel's face. "It's about protecting each other," Siobhan explained, hoping that she'd not said too much.

"None of us are safe, what with the Covid pandemic," Rachel observed. "Just going to the local supermarket can be an ordeal now, and half the time you're seemingly risking your life only to find that the items you really want aren't on the shelves." Siobhan watched as the smile that had been on Rachel's face while she was talking about Tim, however tangentially, slipped away. "I'm assuming that there'll be a reckoning when we're out the other side, but at present I've lost touch with so many friends and work colleagues and I'm fearing the worst."

"No one close, I hope," Siobhan responded, the concern evident in her voice.

"My grandma was in a nursing home at the start of the lockdown," Rachel replied, looking down briefly. "Covid took her early on, with most of the other residents."

"I'm sorry," Siobhan said sincerely. "Tim and I have been studying the virus since near the start of the pandemic, first at Cambridge and now here. We were working in a special unit in Cambridge with what appeared to be totally OTT arrangements, but the number of people attending slowly declined over the weeks and months until there were too few of us to keep it open. That's when we moved here."

"All I've done is sit in my small room in a shared house," Rachel explained. "We seem to have survived so far, but others haven't fared so well. I've only been out of the house for groceries, not even taking the allowed exercise."

"So... Tim," Siobhan asked, changing the subject and running a finger over her chin. "What happened with you two?"

Rachel let out a big sigh. "I fell in love and couldn't cope with it while getting on with my Uni work. Also, I could see that Tim was similarly affected. It was one or the other for both of us, and I decided that Tim had to be pushed away just to let us both function as we needed to. I needed that separation in order to complete the course that was costing me a lot of accumulated student debt. I know I'm lame and that others manage it, but I just couldn't see my way out of where I was without giving one up."

"I knew it!" Siobhan exclaimed. "So have you got over him?"

"I really wanted to tell him how I felt after we both graduated, but by then it was too late as we were heading in different directions," Rachel said with another sigh. "And no, I've not really got over him, I don't know if I ever will."

"You know, you don't have to," Siobhan informed her. "I'll send you the link you need to complete the questionnaire and then you can join us."

"I'm not sure..." Rachel began. "It would be difficult seeing him after all these years, especially if he's with other women."

"Is there someone else?" Siobhan enquired. "A boyfriend, perhaps?"

"No, there's no one else," Rachel replied guardedly.

"So if you had to choose between being in a bubble with Tim or another man, who would you pick?" Rachel asked.

"Well, Tim of course," Rachel acknowledged.

"I think you've just answered your own question. I'll send you the link anyway," Siobhan offered. "You just think about it and if you'd like to see Tim again soon, then complete it honestly and we'll make it happen. I don't think you'll regret it. And, by the way, I asked for you to join us, not Tim."

Rachel stared out of the screen with an incredulous look on her face. "Why?"

"Let's just say that I think we could have a lot to talk about," Siobhan stated, a knowing look on her face. "Anyway, I'll end things here. You'll think about it, won't you?" she concluded, with a nod of her head.

"I will," Rachel responded, a large smile spreading across her face. "Bye."

"Bye," Siobhan replied, giving a small wave before ending the call. From the look she'd seen on Rachel's face at the end, Siobhan knew that she'd be joining them. She quickly sent the pre-composed email with the Oracle link to Rachel so that she could start completing it, before turning to the next thing on her to-do list; Nicole's vaccination.

----oOo----

Grace and Nicole had just about got everything arranged the way they wanted, with Tim's help, when his phone chimed to notify him that he'd received a message. Quickly retrieving his phone from his pocket, he glanced at it, noting that the message was from Siobhan.

S.

Is Nicole with you? She needs to come for her vaccination.

Tim glanced up, seeing the way that both Nicole and Grace were looking at him.

"Nicole, that's Siobhan messaging to say you need to go for your vaccination," he informed her. "Do you remember the way up to the lab?"

Although Nicole had yet to be shown around the house or estate officially, she'd been back and forth during the afternoon as the three of them had collected various items of furniture and furnishings that they needed to make the flat comfortable. Whilst doing this, they'd visited most parts of the house and had passed the lab on a couple of occasions.

"It's not like it's difficult to find," she replied, walking up to Tim. "Fuck, this is the point when it becomes real," she continued. "Well, best foot forward and all that..." Having said this, she surprised Tim by grabbing the front of his tee shirt and pulling him down into a kiss.

"That's on account," she said in her posh southern accent, after breaking the kiss.

"On account?" Tim asked, a puzzled expression in his face.

"On account of I wanted to kiss yah," she replied with a laugh. "I'm so glad Grace identified me on the Oracle."

"Err... about that," Grace stuttered. "It was Tim seeing my tattoo that triggered a confession that led to you being added."

"What? Your one of these?" Nicole enquired, lifting up her olive-green tee shirt and pulling up the left cup of her sports bra to reveal her breast bearing a tattoo identical to Grace's except with 'Grace' on the ribbon, rather than 'Nicky'. "Fuck, I'm really glad yah talked me into getting these now."

Grace managed to give Nicole a weak smile before she was pulled into a hug and an intense toe-curling kiss that Tim could almost feel from its intensity alone.

After ending the kiss, Nicole adjusted her bra and pulled her tee shirt back into position before turning and making her way out of the flat.

As soon as Nicole had shut the door, Grace was pulling her own tee shirt and sports bra up and off over her head.

"What are you doing?" Tim enquired.

"Nicole's going to be gone for at least fifteen minutes, probably longer," The young army officer stated, while untying her shoes. "I need you to give me as many orgasms as possible before she comes back."

Tim lifted his phone, which was still in his hand, and quickly sent Siobhan a message.

T.

Nicole on her way up. How long will you keep her for?

Siobhan quickly sent a reply.

S.

I'll keep her here for the full hour obs. Is that long enough?

Tim sent back a 'thumbs up' emoji.

Following Grace into the bedroom, he put his phone down, noting a pile of towels that had been left on the edge of the bed. Tim was soon as naked as Grace, who had pushed the duvet to one side and was now reclining on the bed. A large smile appeared on her face as she watched Tim's cock quickly stand to attention and salute her.

"We've at least an hour," Tim informed Grace as he approached the foot of the bed.

Crawling up onto the bed, Tim took Grace's right foot in his left hand, running the nail of his right index finger up the sole of her foot, feeling how much she squirmed at his touch, before repeating this with her other foot.

He then ran his hands up the back of her calves, feeling the muscle definition there, until he reached her knees, at which point, he lifted her legs up and draped them over his shoulders before running his hands up the back of her thighs.

Moving slightly up the bed, Tim brought his face level with Grace's knees and placed a kiss on the inside of each one, before starting to slowly move higher. He kissed, licked, blew raspberries and nipped her skin with his teeth, alternating sides and moving further up towards her already parted dusky inner labia with a tightly curled black landing strip above, the coral pink interior just peeking out as her inner lips had started to flower, sparkling in the sunlight due to the layer of her secretions that already covered them.

Grace was squirming at Tim's touch, but his hands on the outsides of her thighs kept her from moving too far and allowed him to home in on his target. As he moved further up her thighs, he could smell the sweet scent of her juices getting stronger. Past half way, he let her legs off his shoulders and Grace immediately spread them wider, pulling back her knees with her hands. The incremental touches of his mouth and lips steadily approached her pussy, each kiss, lick, nip or raspberry moving him ever closer. Eventually, while placing a kiss into the crease between her hip and thigh, his slightly stubbly cheek gently grazed her pussy, causing Grace to writhe and moan in pleasure.

This was Tim's signal to dive in, his next move being to lick her pussy from her dusky and tightly crinkled rosebud all the way to her clit with a single swipe of his tongue, the tip finding her clit that was just protruding from under its hood. The effect on Grace was immediate, her hips thrusting up hard and mashing her pussy into Tim's face as a wanton moan escaped her lips. Tim took the opportunity to push his tongue as far into her pussy as he was physically able and started to lap at her sweet and slightly spicy nectar.

"Ugggh, Fuck Tim," Grace moaned, writhing around on the bed, her right hand running through his hair.

Tim continued to lick and lap at Grace's pussy, putting everything in to giving her pleasure and was rewarded when he quickly brought her to orgasm. He didn't stop there, though, and continued pleasuring Grace, who by now had become inarticulate as a second and then a third orgasm quickly followed the first. By now, Grace had let go of her legs and her left hand joined her right as she maintained a light pressure, keeping Tim at his task.

Tim lost count of how many orgasms he gave her and only stopped when Grace gently pushed his head away from her most private of places.

"Too much, Tim. Too much," she insisted.

Crawling up beside her, Tim kissed Grace, who started to suck on his lips.

"My, I do taste good!" she exclaimed.

"You do," Tim affirmed. "And I bet it's not the first time you've tasted yourself, either."

"You're not wrong, and not by a long chalk," Grace conceded. "Nicky and I often kiss after one of us has been down on the other. Now, though, it's time for little Timmy's medicine."

Tim must have looked puzzled, because Grace felt a need to explain her comment.

"You need to fuck us girls to get your protection, so little Timmy here," she emphasised this by stroking Tim's cock, "is going to plunder my needy pussy and, in doing so, acquire for you the next dose of your medication."

"Well, when you put it like that, how can I refuse?" Tim acquiesced. "How would you like me to acquire my booster?"

Grace didn't answer Tim's question with words. Instead, she rolled over and got herself into position for being fucked doggie, but with a power girl twist. Her arms were positioned so that her elbows were below her shoulders, her forearms out in front as if performing the plank. While her legs were similarly braced, her legs were also spread, providing somewhere for Tim to operate. Once in position, she waggled her bum invitingly.

Having positioned himself behind Grace, Tim lodged his shiny purple glans in the entrance to her pussy before slowly running his fingers up her flanks, feeling her squirm against his hands. Running his hands around and under her, he began to tweak and pull on her nipples and to run his fingers around her areola.