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Unintended Consequences, Melissa

By: Scorpio44



[This is a romance. If you want wild, slam-bam sex this isn't the story for you. This is about the unintended consequence of an assignment given in innocence. I hope you enjoy it and I hope you want more of the story. Let me know, Ok?]

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Watching students come into my classes has always been a favorite study of mine, even when I was a student. What they wear, what they bring with them interest me. Where they choose to sit. As a professor I have ample time and opportunity to indulge my little pastime. Sometimes a particular student catches my attention for one reason or another.

One winter quarter I sat on the table at the front of the room watching the students arrive for the first class meeting and noted how very different some of them were from the others. The first three through the door were guys wearing the uniform so many young men on campus wore: jeans, sweatshirt and Nikes. They carried identical backpacks of the school colors. They sat in a line across the second row of seats.

They were followed by individuals who came in alone and sat in seats spaced so when they sat down they left empty desks close to them. They dressed for warmth and comfort, not fashion.

The next person in surprised me. She was dressed for comfort and warmth but her clothes also said, "I'm not from here." She wore hiking boots, old, worn, hiking boots, jeans that had seen lots of wear, a leather belt with a shiny silver buckle and a tucked in plaid western shirt. Her hair was in a pony tail threaded through a base ball cap that said "Idaho" on it. No back pack. A small book bag made by Timbuk2 and no purse. She picked a seat squarely in the middle of the third row and sat down. She didn't slump. 

The next entrance was loud and colorful. If you've spent much time on a college campus you will know exactly who came in. I call them the giggle sisters. They think college is a social function and are much more focused on parties, laughter and being seen than getting an education. They tend to travel in packs. In this pack there were six. Short skirts, knee socks, sweaters, cleavage and lots of eye and lip make up. Bright colors and jewelry that made noise were part of the uniform. As usual they sat as a group and continued to talk. I knew to expect they would sit in class, do their nails, refresh their make up and lipstick, giggle and pass notes.

The rest of the class filed in and filled in the empty seats.

At a training I attended during the summer, it was recommended we assign research projects so our students actually needed to talk to people to get information. Most classes assigned research that happened in the solitude and quiet of the library. When I was a student I found I felt the library was a place where I could stop worrying about personal interactions. It was when I got to graduate school I found out how exciting personal interaction research could be. 

I had written fifty different assignments on slips of paper, put each in a separate envelope and numbered them. In the first class meeting I explained that there would be only two grades given during the quarter. One for their mid-term exam and one for their project. I explained how the projects would be done and how each student would get their project.

Each would come to the front of the room and draw an envelope from the box on my table. The box was from a pair of athletic shoes I bought during the previous summer. Each envelope had a number on it. I had a list pairing the projects, their numbers and each student would sign their name next to the number they drew. Trades would not be allowed. They could complete their project by submitting a paper they wrote, a video they made, or by presenting in front of the class.

Questions were asked about the length of the papers (long enough to do justice to the topic), the length of the video (same answer) and how long, big and elaborate the in-class presentation needed to be (a minimum of ten minutes, and enough to do the topic justice). I let them know that they would need to spend fifteen to twenty minutes in front of the room answering questions about their project no matter how they presented the project. Written projects would need to be turned in with enough copies for the entire class and turned in no later than the class meeting before their chosen presentation time. Then I invited them to come up and choose.

No one moved for almost a minute. I said, "By the way, no one is to open your envelope until everyone has their envelope. Opening them before everyone has theirs will get your grade lowered by five points. Since there are only one hundred points possible five could make the difference between an "A" and a "B", or between passing and failing."

The young woman wearing the baseball cap "Idaho" stood and walked to the table beside me. She looked into the box and picked envelope number twenty-three. She used her green pen to sign her name and print it beside the number twenty-three on the page before her on the table. By the time she signed Melissa Watkins there were ten people lined up behind her. In fifteen minutes all forty-two students in the room had their envelopes.

I clapped my hands and they all looked at me. "I have office hours in room 322 in King Hall from now until seven this evening. After you open your envelope you can do one of three things. One, you can head to the main office and drop this class. Two, you can begin figuring out how to do the assignment or three, you can come see me and we'll talk about how to get the assignment done. Our next class session is Wednesday at one in the afternoon. We will discuss interviewing techniques, asking good questions and taking good notes. Thank you for playing." I picked up my notebook, the sheets they had all signed, the box with the envelopes that had not been chosen and walked to my office.

Melissa was there before me. I had watched her sign her name, Melissa Watkins, when she selected number twenty-three. She held the envelope in her hand. I unlocked the door and went inside. She followed and she closed the door. I went back and reopened it, propping it so it would not close. "I think you wanted privacy. I understand, however, it's my policy to always have the door open when I have a student in the room with me. Sorry. Please sit down."

She sat. I sat in my office chair and looked at the list I had that told me what assignment number twenty-three was. "Interview twenty-five people you do not know. Find out what social activity they are most afraid of. Pick one of the activities they fear and that you have not participated in and do it. Report on your research, their reasons for their fears and your reactions do doing something new and possibly scary."

I looked at her and she said, "I don't know what to do."

"You interview twenty-five people you don't know. You ask questions that get them to tell you what social activity they most fear. It may actually take more than twenty-five interviews because you may not be able to get some people to tell you. You keep good notes on the interviews. In the interviews, do your best to find out why they fear whatever it is they fear. Then, you get to look over the list and choose one of their fears, something that is something you've never done, and go do it. Do not put yourself in harms way. Jumping off a building is putting your self in harm's way. Bungee jumping is not. It can and is done with safety."

"So, I'm going to learn about the fears people have, why they have them and I'm going to need to confront one of those fears myself?"

"Yes! If you choose, you can do the interviews, and then meet with me to discuss the possible choices you may make and how to go about confronting the fear."

"Can I switch and pick an envelope that wasn't picked?"

"No. It may help to know that no one can switch."

She didn't say anything else. After a few moments she stood, turned and walked out. Five seconds passed and one of the giggle sisters came in and sat down. She held envelope number eight.

"Interview twenty-five people you do not know. Discover their beliefs about death and dying. Choose to attend any of the various public ceremonies associated with death in and around the cultures of the Los Angeles area (funerals, burials, memorial services, etc.). Your project is to examine the reasons for the beliefs you encounter and to document your personal reactions to the rituals and ceremonies you participate in."

She started crying when I looked up at her. "I'm afraid of death! I can't do this!"

"Can't or choose not to?"

"I can't!" Her eyes flared and she almost stomped her foot like a three year old might do. Almost.

"Then why did you come to see me?"

"I need a different project." The tears were gone. She was now negotiating. Her torso leaned towards me, showing just a bit more of her ample chest. I wondered what a bra would cost that would hold breasts on display that way.

I smiled. "In class I explained the rules of the class. No switching, no trading. You signed beside number eight. If you cannot or will not do the assignment then drop the class. It may not be easy but it is just that simple."

"Isn't there anything I can do that can change your mind?"

Reading between the words of her question was pretty easy. "Isn't there something you'd like me to do with my body and yours that would get me the grade I want without the work?"

"No. When you leave, tell the next person they can come in, please." 

On it went until after six-thirty. Some were afraid of the interviews, some the doing of something they had never done. All wanted me to change the assignment. I didn't. I stayed in my office putting the results of the interviews into a new file in my laptop. I had verified some of what I had postulated might happen. Most of my students were afraid of getting close to other human beings and were afraid of anything new.

At our next meeting I asked if there were any general questions about the projects. Bob Costello asked if "we needed to quote from the interviews in our reports." I said, "Yes, but without specifically identifying someone by name." 

The woman sitting next to him (Carol Cartwright) asked, "If the assignment I have goes well with the assignment someone else has, can we work together?"

"Yes. To make that possible I have a list for you of all the topics in number order. The only way someone will know what topic you have is if you volunteer your number. If you prefer to work alone, don't give out your number. If you work together you will each get the same grade. Each will still need to present your report as an individual and the report needs to identify your partner and the research methods you used."

Jose Martinez asked, "When can we give our reports?"

"As soon as you are ready." I showed them a blue folder on the table beside me. "In this folder are the class times of every class from now on. A portion of each class is reserved for presentations. If you sign up for a date and time you are required to be ready to answer questions on that date. If you choose to write your project as a paper, copies for everyone are to be passed out the class session before the date you sign up for. Every day late will be five points off your grade. No excuses." I paused and then said, "We will end this class session twenty minutes early so anyone who wishes can sign their name choosing when their project is due. Oh, you must sign in ink and print your name next to your signature."

The rest of that session we talked about gathering data, doing interviews and asking questions that got people to say more than yes or no. I was convinced that this method of teaching had captured their minds and they were engaged. They would learn a lot from the exercise.

Just before the end of my next office hours the giggle sister, Alisha Jackson, walked into my office. She normally wore scoop necked blouses and shorts. For this visit it was a halter top and a short skirt. As soon as she sat she slowly crossed her legs.

"Professor, I just can't go to a funeral! They scare me!"

"Well, what you chose is perfect. You can explore that fear, write about it and you can gather people or whatever you need so you can conquer the fear. I'd say the odds of you getting a very good grade are excellent. Now, you knew I wasn't going to let you change assignments. Why are you here?"

"Some professors let people do something else if an assignment is too hard."

"Professors and teachers like that are cheating the students. Imagine a class about the sonnets of Shakespeare where the teacher didn't demand the students read and write about the sonnets. He'd be cheating them of learning about great writing and reading to understand."

"You ask too much!"

"No. MS Jackson, you don't ask enough, of yourself."

"Do I have to say it?" She looked around the room and out in the hall.

"Say what?"

"I'll do anything to not have to do this assignment!" She underlined the word anything by the way she said it. She also uncrossed her legs and showed me her bare, shaved pussy.

"I recommend you drop the class. I'm not going to accept your open offer."

She closed her legs and stood. As she turned to go she said, "Fuckin gay professors!"

In our next class meeting I noted that twelve people had dropped the class. Alisha was still in the class. I asked, "I have eight assignments that have not been assigned. If I made it possible to trade your assignment for one of these eight, with the stipulation that once chosen you cannot go back to the assignment you have now, how many of you would like to trade?" Twenty hands went up. Alisha's hand was the first one up.

I had them get up and stand by the walls. I asked the seated students if letting them trade was Ok with them. No one moved for a long time then Alex Mendoza raised his hand. I nodded to him and he said, "They knew the rules when the game started. We all had the same odds of getting a hard assignment or an easy one. I'm against letting them change the game."

One of the giggle sisters, the one who wasn't against the wall, raised her hand and spoke. "I think we should let them switch. The whole thing isn't fair. Some of the assignments are hard. I got lucky. Mine's is easy." (I hoped she wasn't an English major.)

Melissa Watkins said, "I think they should be able to trade and it should cost them five points from their grade to trade. That way all of us who don't trade get points for sticking to the original game."

One of the guys at the wall said, "You don't get anything! We lose."

I wrote three choices on the board. One, they keep the assignment. Two, they can trade for one of the eight. Three, they can trade for one of the eight, but trading costs them five points. A stack of 3x5 cards were passed out to the seated students. "On your card write your vote: One, Two or Three." I walked the aisles and collected the cards.

One of the standing students asked, "Why don't we get to vote?"

"Two reasons. One, this isn't a democracy and Two, this vote is about you and about you wanting to change the rules of the game." As I spoke I sorted the cards. Three won.

I asked that all the students in the front three rows move back and that the standing students take those seats. The result was ten minutes of noise. Then I told the whole class we were going to take a break. The break would last twenty minutes. In that twenty minutes the people who still wanted the possibility of a new assignment were to decide who got the eight assignments. No one else would trade in the old for a new assignment." I looked at my watch and told them the time the break would be over. I gave them twenty-two minutes.

The people near the back got up and left. Three of the students who had been standing had changed their minds and they left the room too. The seventeen students left started talking. Knowing it cost five points to play had discouraged three students. I watched and listened. Sixteen minutes were used with people justifying why they should be one of the eight. Some of the women cried, two of the men yelled and one of the women called two of the women spoiled bitches. After those sixteen minutes someone suggested we take a stack of 3x5 cards and write the numbers one through eight on eight cards and let each person pick a card until all eight were gone. That got big support and the young man borrowed seventeen cards from me and prepared them. I lent him a box and all the cards were put in the box. I shook the box and asked them to come forward one at a time to choose. The eight assignment envelopes were on the table.

"If you draw a number you choose one of these eight envelopes, immediately. Then sign next to the number in the folder."

The first person came forward and I held the box above their eye level. She pulled a card out and it said "SIX". She picked up an envelope.

"Don't open it until they have all been chosen." She smiled all the way back to her seat. The next five got blank cards. The sixth, a giggle sister, reached in and drew "Two." She picked an envelope and signed for it. The very next person pulled a card from the box and proudly showed it. "One". He picked an envelope and signed for it. Six blank cards and then the biggest student in the class stood before me. Peter Andreoff. Easily six foot six or seven and at least three hundred fifty pounds. He wore a faded football jersey, number sixty six. He pulled number "Four." He signed and sat down with his envelope.

When there were six students left to draw there was only number, "Eight" left to be found. The six students stood in a line and the first five were females. The last, a short, very young, Hispanic boy. Each young woman smiled and reached into the box and came up with a blank card. Alisha was the third of those last five women. Enrique reached in and found only one card in the box. He lifted it out and broke into a big smile. On the card, a big "Eight". He signed the folder, took his envelope and sat down.

"Now, you have your new assignments. You may open them after class. If you need to see me about the assignments you have my office hours. Anyone who asks to change assignments will be docked five points. My coaching is available for technical details of getting your assignment done, only. You have lots to do. I noticed that over half of you have not chosen dates and times for your presentations. There is one time left on the second to last class. No times are left for the last class meeting."

A hand went up from one of the people who got a new assignment. "We have less time than the others. Shouldn't we be allowed to go last?"

"No. The sign up has been here for all of you for the same amount of time. You could have been first to sign up and then could have picked the last time slot on the last day. What stopped you from doing that?"

"I was intimidated by the assignment I chose."

"You didn't think about it. You went with a feeling. There are consequences for the choices you have made, are making and will make. In life there are damn few second chances. In this class there are seldom any at all, and each of them comes at a price. The first price for getting one of the eight numbers is that you lost over a week of research time. The second price was you gave up five points. It was your choice."

"Shit." He said, softly, but not so softly that I didn't hear him.

"Welcome to the real world." I dismissed the class and went to my office. No one followed me and I got some work done while I was available. On Friday I had office hours and students from a different class ate up a lot of my time, and it was all good. Only one student from the Monday, Wednesday class walked through the door. It was Enrique.

As soon as I saw him I remembered his assignment. "Interview HR executives for ten companies you would consider working for. Find out from them what it would take for you to get a job with them that would pay $100,000 a year, with full health benefits and a stock option or profit sharing plan. Have them review your resume and guide you as to what you need to do between now and being hired."


Unintended Consequences - Melissa Ch. 02



[Chapter One was submitted as Scorpio44 some time ago (years). An email or twenty prompted my rereading it and my notes. Chapters 2 & 3 are the result. Ch 3 will be submitted before April 2011. There are some surprises for those familiar with my mind through reading Scorpio44 (120 submissions) and Scorpio 44A (100+).]

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Monday morning started earlier than usual. My first class was at nine. Up until that Monday morning I left home at seven-forty-five, drove to school, spent forty-five minutes in my office and walked to King Hall to teach my first class. On that Monday morning, with four weeks left in the semester, I woke up at five-thirty! By six Melissa and I were in the shower together and by a few minutes before seven we were in my car headed for school.

My first class was at nine. Melissa's first class was at eight. As I drove, we talked.

"Are we parking in the faculty lot?" Melissa asked.

"Of course. They may not pay me the big bucks but great parking is a big perk."

"What will you say if someone sees me riding to school with you every day?"

"We're green. We live really close together and it makes sense to only drive one car."

She nodded. A minute later she said, "Mister Peterson, I saw a young woman in your car this morning. Are you and she...?"

"Yes! I'm me and she's a she."

"There are rules about faculty and student relationships, Mister Peterson."

"If you think there is something improper about our relationship I recommend you go see the Dean of Student Affairs or the head of my department. They are the only people who can ask questions about my behavior expecting that I will answer."

"Oh, Mister Peterson, you've thought about this before this morning."

"Miss Watkins, I've been thinking about the answers to those questions ever since we met by the picnic table. The thinking got serious when you spent the night with me and it's been serious ever since."

"If I may ask, what's our next move?"

"My next move is to go talk to the Dean of student Affairs and my Chair. If they find out, after the fact, about us and how I'm handling the grading we could both be in a jam. I'll tell them how I'm handling things and ask for their input. We'll be fine. Your next move is up to you... and I have a recommendation. I recommend you spend this week getting ready and on Saturday I'll rent a truck and we'll move you from your "tiny, dingy, cheap apartment" into my spacious abode."

"I meant what do I say and do about us being a couple?"

"If someone asks tell the truth, we met socially away from school and things clicked. I'm not grading you for the class you have with me and I love you."

"You want me to tell people that you love me?"

"Will you be telling a lie?"

"No. You did say it."

"Did you believe me?"

"Yes!"

"Then it must be so. We haven't set a date or anything like that, but if my memory is still working I did ask you to marry me and you said yes."

"Ok. I think I'm ready for my first day on campus as an engaged woman."

"After school today let's go buy a ring for you. Then it's show-off official."

"Aren't the bruises enough proof?" She gently rubbed her mound.

"Not unless you'll be showing them to people!"

"Then I know what we're doing after school! Thank you." I pulled into my parking space and shut off the car. Twenty feet in front of me Professor Marquez was getting out of her car. She started to smile and wave and stopped when she saw Melissa. She watched as we got out of my car and gathered our things.

I said, "Good Morning, Professor. I trust you had a good weekend."

"Mister Peterson, I am sure you are aware of rules concerning faculty student relationships."

"And I am also aware that gasoline is now four dollars a gallon. Miss Watkins lives walking distance from me. It makes no sense for us to drive two cars to the same campus every day when we can share a ride and save the planet."

"Commendable. Very commendable." She picked up her briefcase and waddled off. We picked up our things and started walking.

Melissa said, "I want to hook your arm or hold your hand."

"Not yet, my Love. Not yet. And, for the record, I want to walk you to class and pat your cute behind as we part!"

"Not today, my Love. Not today. But soon." We parted smiling. She went to class and I went to the Dean's office. He heard me out and liked my ideas on how to grade Miss Watkins for my class. In fact he volunteered that he and my department chair would both grade her written work. I left her mid-term exam with him. He approved having the class grade her presentation.

I walked to the bookstore and bought ten dollars worth of five-by-eight cards in four different colors. In my office, I printed labels with the names of the four presenters who would be presenting first in both the nine o'clock class and the one o'clock. When I got to class I pasted the labels on the cards, thirty for each speaker in different colors for each speaker.

At eight-forty-five I had four stacks of cards on the table beside me. As students came in I gave the instruction for them to pick up one card of each color. In big letters I had written on the board, "Don't ask!" Eight people asked anyway, "What are the cards for?"

I waited until nine-oh-two and began. "There will be four presentations today. You have a card for each presentation in front of you. On the label with the student's name on it print your student number. Use this card to grade and evaluate their presentation. The grade they get is a number to be written in the upper right hand corner of the card. The number is between one and fifty. The possible grade for this assignment is fifty points. I will take all the cards and do the math from the twenty-nine grades each presentation gets from all of you plus the one grade from me. Whatever the number is that's what grade you'll get."

The first presentation began. She spoke about her topic, the research she did, the results and the personal work she did. Her presentation took twenty minutes. The class asked questions for twenty minutes and I gave them five minutes to finish writing her grade cards. Her topic was to interview HR executives for ten companies she would consider working for. She was to find out what it would take for her to get a job with them that would pay $100,000 a year, with full health benefits and a stock option or profit sharing plan. Get their coaching on what you need to do between now and getting hired. She got a score of forty-eight from me.

The second presentation began with the student, one of that classes ding-bat sisters, reading the assignment to us. "Number twelve: Interview twenty-five adults with disabilities that you do not know. Identify their disability and find out what aspect of life they find the most enjoyable. If possible interact with them (or one of them) in a social setting and evaluate how their disability affected you." She was obviously embarrassed to have been forced to be with disabled people. The socializing she did was to attend a dance at the private high school where all of her subjects attended. Her evaluation of how their disability affected her was summed up by her telling the class that people with Cerebral Palsy can't dance very well. The first question asked her what Cerebral Palsy is. She answered, "It's something that messes with your brain." The second question asked, "What other disabilities she interviewed?" She said, "The school only had one kind." I gave her a twenty score.

The third presentation was for number twenty-two: "Interview twenty-five people you don't know who work in a career about money. (An accountant, banker, loan officer, stock broker, investment counselor, etc.) Find out their personal attitudes about money. Have them define their personal concepts of being rich, poor, spending and saving. Get their advice on how you can become rich. Evaluate their advice and tell us what you have done to begin to get rich." The man who presented wore a suit to class. He spoke about interviewing bank managers and stock brokers. He showed nicely made charts about how much money bank managers thought qualified as rich compared to how much stock brokers defined as rich. He ignored their ideas about poor. He told the class that how he was beginning down the road to getting rich was to begin dressing and behaving like someone would dress and behave if they had money. The students asked him what career he was preparing for. "Playing first base in the pro's." They asked how much money he thought it took to be rich. "A million a year." I asked, "How much of the million a year would he need to invest to stay rich?" He guessed and said, "Half?" He scored a thirty.

The fourth presenter was a no-show. I told the students to give a score of no higher than ten points and then stack the completed cards on the table and they were dismissed until Wednesday. I named the next four presenters.

As I stacked the cards and put them away Melissa came in, carrying our lunch. We closed the classroom doors and had a quiet lunch together. I asked how her morning had gone.

"The instructor was ten minutes late. I sit by Barb and Jo and they told me about a party they went to. Then Barb asked if I wanted to go to a party with them this next weekend. I said, "No, we have plans." Barb asked, "We who?" I said "We. On Sunday a man asked me to marry him and I said yes!" We would have said more but the class started."

We kissed and smiled. Half a sandwich later there was a knock on the door. I got up and went to the door. I opened it and a cute woman said, "I'm looking for Melissa. Is she here?"

I asked, "Are you Jo or Barb?" Another head appeared and they said, "Both!" I opened the door and they came in. They joined us for lunch. I didn't say much. At one point Jo said, "I've got to go buy flannel shirts and worn jeans. Melissa dresses like she's at the University of Montana and gets engaged to a man with a career! I dress like miss fashion and haven't had a date in six weeks!"

Melissa looked at me and I shrugged. She said, "It wasn't my clothes that attracted him." As she said it she blushed.

Barb asked, "Ok, out with it! You met in class? Right?"

I shook my head. Melissa said, "Remember that assignment about doing something that scares you? I met him doing the assignment. I'd seen him in class, but we didn't meet."

Barb asked, "What did you do for the assignment?"

I looked at the clock and knew Melissa would be giving her presentation in two hours. I said, "Don't tell them. Melissa will be presenting all about her assignment in two hours. If you are here you'll hear part of the story."

"Wait! The assignment is for your class?" Jo asked. I nodded. She said, "I'm cutting Econ III today!"

We were finished eating. I gathered the trash and said, "Class starts at one. Between now and one I'd like a little face time with Melissa. I hope that's Ok with both of you."

Jo said, "I think he wants us to wait outside." She smiled and got up. Barb said, "I want to stay."

I said, "What you want and what you get aren't always the same thing." I helped her to her feet and ushered them outside. I pulled the door closed and turned to see Melissa unbuttoning her blouse.

"Why do you think I wanted some alone time with you?" I asked.

"I have no idea. I wanted you alone because I've discovered I love having my breasts sucked on by you. Would you?"

My answer began on her right breast. Learning all about the things that light her fires is such a pleasure. It may take many years, but I'm in no hurry. As I had her areola and nipple in my mouth she said, "No hickies please. When I show the class my chest I don't want hickies to show."

I popped back and released her breast from my mouth. She looked at my face and started laughing, loudly. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! I'd never show them my chest. Oh, Honey! Your whole career flashed before your eyes. I'm so sorry." She hugged my face to her breasts and I smiled. She was loving me and promising not to bare it all for a good grade.

At ten until the hour she redressed and I went to open the door. Melissa was sitting in her center seat when people started coming into the room. I set the stacks of cards on the table and told everyone to get one of each color. I saw Barb and Jo headed for the cards and announced that only registered students of the class could have cards. When everyone was in, seated and semi quiet I asked that the doors be closed. I told them about the grade cards and how they worked.

The first presentation was number two: "Interview at least twenty-five people you don't know. Find out their beliefs about global warming. Find out what they are doing or not doing to help global warming. If you agree that human's are a big causal factor in global warming tell us what you were doing before this assignment and what you are doing now."

The young man speaking basically replayed Al Gore's movie for us, quoting from his sources and his stated beliefs. He didn't quote from a single non-believer. In my mind it was like attending a church service. It wasn't "fair and balanced." He told of how he recycled before the assignment and now had also given up eating things with a face. Six people clapped when he was finished. He asked, "Any questions?" And no one in the class asked a question. I did. "Did you attempt to find someone to interview who didn't believe that global warming was man-made?" "Yes, I asked around but no one knew of anyone who didn't know about it." I asked, "Were any of your interviews off campus?" "No." "Of Older people?" "No." I wondered if he had listened when I explained how the objective of the exercise was to get away from their comfort zone and out into the larger community. He got a twenty as his score and a note telling him why.

The second presentation was by Enrique. He had come to me early on and wanted to know how to do the project. Find a job paying $100,000 a year... the same assignment as the third presenter in the morning class. He was nineteen and usually dressed like he wanted to blend into the street crowd in East L.A. For his presentation he had a fresh haircut, clean shaven, a dress shirt and tie, charcoal slacks and shined shoes. He began by telling the class how scared he was when he read the assignment. He talked with ten men he knew who had good jobs, looking for a career to aim towards. Of the ten none made anywhere near $100,000. He went to the owner of a real estate company near where his family lives and interviewed him. That man sent him to three other men, successful men. Each of them sent him to others. Two of the men he interviewed offered him jobs to see if he liked the work and to see if he was interested in starting now towards the $100,000 job. He told the class about the work and the decision he made. He was staying in school and working part time for an architect. In six years he would have his degree and his license to be an architect. His mentor guaranteed him a job and benefits starting after graduation at $100,000. The questions came hot and heavy. He had answers for every question. Good answers. Many students clapped when his time was up. I gave him a fifty.

It was Melissa's turn. She came up front and began. She was dressed in her normal school attire. She opened a notebook and read the assignment, reminding everyone that she picked first and picked number twenty-three. "Interview twenty-five people you don't know finding out what social activity they fear the most. Pick one of the activities they fear and that you have never participated in and do it. Report on your research, their reasons for their fears and your reaction to doing something new and possibly scary." She read a list of things people told her they were afraid of, social things, not spiders and snakes. The list included public speaking, singing, public displays of affection, dancing, passing gas loudly and being seen naked. She told the story of interviewing a teacher who said she had nightmares about standing in class teaching, looking down and realizing she was naked. She decided to find a way to go to a place where being naked would be legal and Ok. She told about using the internet to find a nudist resort, but not so close there was any chance of seeing anyone she knew. She told herself it would be Ok to be seen by people she didn't know but not Ok to be seen by anyone she knew. A couple of the men in the room made under-their-breath comments. She ignored them.

She told about driving two hours away and going into the office. A naked woman took her money and gave her a brief orientation and a map. She parked and took off her clothes and headed for what she thought was the safest place for her, the swimming pool. When she got to the pool there were about six people near and in the pool. She looked them over and was scared, but feeling a little better when no one paid any attention to her. She said she looked for a place to put down her towel and beach bag when she realized the man sitting at the picnic bench was someone she knew. The class gasped.

"I didn't know if I should run back to my car and fail the class or let him look up and see me. While I was frozen in place wondering, he looked up! He smiled at me and came to me. Over the next couple of hours he introduced me to his friends, couples and singles and I got comfortable. When it got late I put a sleeping bag on the ground and he went to his cabin. The next day I interviewed lots of people about nudity and found that the ideas I had about nudists were way different than what I found. By the time I drove home on Sunday I had a new attitude about being nude. I had some new friends, too."

She didn't have to ask if there were questions. There were hands up all over the room. She pointed at one of the ding-bat sisters. She asked, "Were the men walking around naked with... with erections?" Melissa answered as if the question was valid. "Yes they were nude but nudity isn't as sexy as dressing in lingerie. In the whole weekend I didn't see an erection in public." She pointed at another hand, belonging to a man about my age, thirty-five. "Were there any out of shape people there?" "Yes." On it went until I was about to call time. Melissa called on Barb. She asked, "Does the man you knew go here?" "Yes. But I don't have his permission to say who it is, so I won't."

I called time and asked them to fill out their cards. I didn't. Like the morning class the last presentation was a no-show. We collected all the cards and dismissed the class. Barb and Jo waited quite a while before the rest of the class left. They quietly came to me and whispered, "That's where she met you?" I nodded and said, "I was sitting at the table grading mid-terms."

Jo asked, "Was that last weekend?" I shook my head. 

Melissa said she needed to talk to me for a moment and the three girls still hanging on let go and left. As soon as they were out the door Melissa was in my arms. After we kissed she asked, "How'd I do?"

Jo answered, "According to the grade cards you got an "A". At least a forty-eight I'd say."

I packed up while Barb and Jo asked a few more questions. They walked with us in the direction of parking and I said, "If you don't have plans for this weekend we're throwing a bbq and you're invited."

"At your house?" Barb asked.

Melissa smiled and answered, "No. We're making ribs, beans, salad, cole slaw and you could make cornbread down at the resort. There's tennis, swimming, a biking trail, lots of trees and lawn."

"Nick would see us naked!" Jo said.

"You don't have to decide now. Just be packed with a towel and sunscreen and meet me at my office or my car on Friday. We'll leave right after five."

They headed for their cars and we headed into the faculty lot. As I drove onto the freeway headed home Melissa said, "I didn't lie."

"You also didn't tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Thank you."




Unintended Consequences - Melissa C



 [Chapter One was submitted as Scorpio44 some time ago (years). An email or twenty prompted my rereading it and my notes. Chapters 2, 3 and 4 are the result. There are some surprises for those familiar with my mind through reading Scorpio44 (120 submissions) and Scorpio 44A (100+). Chapter 5 is the final chapter (I think). I don't plan to add to it from here. Complaints about where the story is placed can be saved. When the story began it belonged in Romance. I think it still does, although Melissa thinks it could move to Sci-Fi for chapter 5.]

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Melissa and I fell into bed as soon as we were undressed and slept. 

The sun was up and the breeze warm when I opened my eyes. Standing a few feet away were Barb and Jo, holding trays full of food and coffee.

"Wake up! We have so much to tell you!" Barb said.

We sat up, took coffee and they sat on the bed with us. Barb wanted to tell us "what we missed." She told of being at one of the dance venues and around midnight they stopped playing the wild, jump music. The band played a love song and everyone danced. There were unattached women and male crewmembers danced with them and some of the women danced with other women. Song after song was slow, romantic music. No one asked for a fast song. No one complained. They saw dancers going far beyond what is normal groping on the dance floor.

Jo took over the story and told how they left that dance spot and went to another, only to find the same thing. Crowded dance floor and people kissing and loving. Then she said, "We were dancing together and I felt an orgasm building. I knew I was going to have a huge orgasm and I wasn't touching myself or really being physically stimulated directly. We didn't say anything, we just ran back to the cabin!"

Barb said, "Emma was on the bed when we opened the door! She was naked and doing herself. We stripped and joined her on the bed! When we came together we heard screams from all over the ship! The door out to our balcony was open! It was incredible!"

Melissa looked at me and didn't say anything. Her eyes acknowledged that she knew the six of us had sourced that experience. 

Jo asked, "We looked for you and for Walt and Brenda but we couldn't find you. Where were you?"

I said, "Meditating."

Barb asked, "Are you leading another meditation today?"

I smiled and answered, "Maybe. We'll see if anyone shows up."

We heard the rap of knuckles on our cabin door. I said, "Let Jose' in, would you please?"

Barb opened the door and Jose', in starched whites, entered the cabin. He smiled and said, "We have had four hundred requests already this morning for more meditation classes. The Captain wants me to beg you to lead them. He is willing to pay you and your family. Two weeks aboard any of our ships and a thousand dollars for each of you. Please?"

I knew he knew I'd do it for free.

"Where do you want the classes?"

He named the room and said the crew was cleaning it at that very moment, to get ready. The first class would start at eleven o'clock. That gave us an hour to prepare. I agreed and so did Melissa. Jose' asked Barb and Jo if they would help. They agreed and Jose' used our phone. Right after he hung up we heard an announcement over the loud speakers: "There will be an unscheduled series of meditation classes held today in the Starlight Lounge on deck eight. First class will begin at eleven."

I said, "Walt and Brenda can lead too. If the crowd is too big for the Starlight Lounge maybe you can find another room and we can have two classes going?"

"I'll get on it. And, Thank you both for last night! It was incredible!"

Melissa asked, "Tonight?"

"Yes!" And, he was gone. We ate and got ready to go. Jo knew where the Starlight Lounge was so she led the way. A crewmember was stationed at the doors to the lounge. He asked, "When do we let them in?"

"At a quarter to eleven open the doors. Let in no more that two hundred and then check with me to see how many more. Ok?"

"We'll only open one set of doors so we get a good count." He said. It was ten-thirty. There were already thirty-five or more people waiting to get in. We went into the room and saw it had been pretty well emptied. All the chairs normally in place were gone. The little tables that normally held drinks and snacks were gone. A small raised platform with a sound system sat at the center of the far wall. There were four chairs on the platform.

I had Barb, Melissa, Jo and myself. A crewmember had confirmed to us that Brenda, Emma and Walt were in the other room that would be used. I told my crew what I wanted them to do as people came in. I went to the door and told the crewman at the door no children allowed. Children could go to the other room. 

We opened the doors. The crewman said, "When you enter, please follow the instructions you are given. Remain quiet. If you are with a partner and wish to stay with them, hold hands."

They came in and took seats on the floor as Barb and Jo placed them. Melissa aimed some people to the right and to Jo and some to the left and to Barb for seating. The room filled quickly and quietly. I went to the platform and sat down cross-legged. I closed my eyes. Melissa came to the microphone and whispered, "This is Nick. Breathe like him, sit quietly like him."

The already quiet room got even quieter, more focused. I heard the doors close and I knew we were full. I opened my eyes and Melissa handed me the mike.

"Meditation is a gift we can give ourselves. You can sit in your car, with the motor off, and benefit from meditation. You can sit with someone and multiply your energy together. You can sit in a room like this with hundreds of people all meditating and the energy will amaze us all."

"If you have been on a cruise before this one please raise your hand." Almost half raised their hands. "Usually the first night aboard is a bit wild and chaotic. Last night was different, I'm told. If you felt something different last night, raise your hand."

Almost every hand was up. "Thank you." The hands went down. "Would you like more of whatever you felt last night?" I asked. The hands were back up.

"Thank you."

I talked about how meditation works and various methods of meditation. I had them sit close enough together that if they reached out they could touch. I had them stand and stretch, breathe and then sit again. I focused their breathing. We walked among them and saw them align. The first time we meditated I had the women focus on their breath and the men repeat the words, "I love you."

This time I said, "Continue to breathe. At the end of every breath say to yourself, "I breathe in love." Then breathe in love. Love is here in this room. The people near you brought it into the room to give it to you."

I watched and could see them breathe in and release. I timed my words to when they were about to release.

"The warmth of your breath is the warmth of your love."

"Your love cannot be held inside. Release it to touch others."

"Love doesn't care where you were born."

"Love doesn't care about your clothes."

"Love surrounds you."

"Put your hands open on your knees, palms up, to receive."

"Take one hand and reach out finding a hand from someone near you. Hold it gently."

"Feel their warmth. It is a gift to you. Accept it. Hold it gently."

Time passed and I said, "Reach out again and find another hand, another soul, another love to share."

"Hold it gently."

"Allow the warmth of the first hand to pass through you into the second hand, the second person."

A minute passed and I said, "Beyond the people you're touching are the people they are touching. Send them warmth through the hands and hearts you're touching. Feel their warmth coming to you."

I waited and three minutes later I said, "You hold every hand in this room in your hand. You hold every heart in your hands. They are giving you love. Unconditional love. Allow it in. You don't need to do anything for them to love you. You don't need to be a certain way to be loved. You don't even need to accept their love to be loved."

"Every conscious breath you take is you breathing in the love. Every breath you release is you releasing your love into the world."

I stayed quiet for five more minutes and we had been together for ninety minutes. I said, "Come back to the room. Open your eyes and thank those around you for sharing this time and their love. Have a beautiful day, a fine lunch and breathe. If you choose, come back at two o'clock and we will go deeper."

Many hugged me as they left the room. Melissa stood at my side and was also hugged. When the room was all but empty I asked Melissa, "What's wrong with Jo?"

Her eyes filled with tears and she said, "She won't say." She pointed and I knew Jo was in a small alcove hidden from view at the far side of the room. I kissed Melissa and she pushed me towards Jo. 

I opened the curtain and stepped to Jo. She was crying and when I touched her the crying became sobs. She held on to me as if she was about to die. I held her and waited. Somehow I knew what was behind the tears and I knew there was nothing for me to do or say. This was her battle and hers alone.

The tears stopped. She held her face against my chest and softly said, "All my life I've wanted to find you and love you. When I found you it was after you had Melissa in your life. I wanted you to love me. I wanted you to love just me." She tilted her head and looked up into my eyes. "I know you love me. I know you love Melissa. I'm so selfish! I don't want you to love Melissa, Brenda, Emma or any other woman. Just me! Every moment. Every night!"

I didn't speak. I just held on. She cried some more and then pulled herself together. She hugged me and went up on her toes and kissed me. Then she said, "I have a choice. I can love you, just as you are, sharing you with everyone or I can back away from all that love and be miserable. I need some alone time with you otherwise I'll die in pain. I love you. You love every person who was here in the room. You spoke to them as individuals when you told them about love. I got it. You're bigger than anyone I've ever known. I don't know if I can hang with you, but I want to be here with you, for you, always."

I responded, "I can't be me without you. Six months ago I wasn't the me I am now. The door to today was opened months ago and it was opened by each of you. I can't love them without your support, your love. They feel your energy when you stand with me. It's a magnet that draws them in and allows them to love. Let's go love some more people. Hold the intention that in this next session some will have orgasms from being loved by us. Hold the intention that they all get to feel completely loved. You will be so loved in the next session... just be open to the love."

We went to the platform. Melissa and Barb were waiting for us. Barb told us of some of the people she was near during the last session. They had touched as directed and as time passed they seemed to draw closer, the touch moved and they appeared to be long-time lovers giving in to urges and the touches became more intimate. Women sat in men's laps. Kisses were exchanged and the touches extended beyond couples.

Brenda came into the room and walked to us. She said, "What's next?"

"I honestly don't know." I said.

"People are connecting far deeper than I thought they would. At the end of the last session there were four couples that were joined. I'd bet there are beds in cabins all over the ship getting action as we speak."

I knew she was right. I had the thought that perhaps I should speak to Jose'. A few seconds later he walked into the room.

"I think you should take a break." He said. I nodded. He sat with us and continued. Go up on deck and rest. People will come to you. I think you'll be impressed to invite some to midnight." He looked at Jo and said, "She should come. Her energy is strong." He looked and said the same for Barb. I nodded.

As he left the room a cleaning crew came in and reset the room for normal use. We went up on deck and found a wonderful space neat the back of the ship. We sat and were joined by Emma, Walt and Brenda. Food was delivered. Bottles of water and juices arrived. A couple brought chairs and sat with us. I knew they were ready to be at the midnight meditation.

I asked, "How long have you felt like the people around you didn't really understand about love?" They exchanged looks and he answered, "Years. They seemed to think small and not understand when we talked about love."

"You were in the meditation with Walt and Brenda this morning?" They nodded.

"You held back?" I asked.

"We did." She said. "I wanted to take what he said another step. We didn't, but we felt like that meditation could easily have been united."

"At midnight tonight there will be a meditation where joining will happen. It happened last night. You felt it last night and didn't know where to go." They nodded. "Tonight you'll be a part of it. We'll show you where to meet us at midnight. Between now and then if you meet people you believe should be with us, we need to meet them. There isn't room for a hundred people." I said.

Another couple stopped by and Walt handled their concerns about meditation not being something "good Christians" do. They didn't get invited to the midnight meditation. While Walt was talking to them two women in their late forties or early fifties stopped by. They wanted to know if there would be a couple's meditation happening and in their unsaid was the question of if they would be welcome. Jo and Emma talked to them and they left happy and included.

I saw it was almost two and I said, "I told my morning group they could come back at two. I want to set them up for midnight. Not to be physically with us, but with us. I have an idea."

Walt stood and said, "Let's go! I think I had the same idea about tonight. Oh, now I am excited." Jo reached out and patted the front of Walt's drawstring pants and said, "Maybe a little excited. We'll work on that." We laughed and went as a group to the Starlight Lounge. I felt people gathering and following us as we walked to the lounge. 

We walked in and the room was crowded. It was packed when those who followed us came in and sat down. We went to the little platform and I faced the group.

"Have you felt the meditations making a difference?" Hands went up. The room stayed quiet, focused, and reverent.

"Do you feel something pulling you to go deeper?" Heads nodded and hands were raised.

"We want to do an experiment. We can't do it alone. We want you to do it with us. Willing?" Hands were up. Bodies squirmed. The energy in the room was about to explode.

"Ok. Good. Tonight at midnight we will have another meditation. We want you to gather in small groups all over the ship. No more than four couples to a group. If you are not part of a couple, you have until midnight to create one. No alcohol or mind-altering substances after ten tonight. Wherever you gather needs privacy. I recommend you gather your group in a cabin. Dim the lights." The lights in the room dimmed.

"For the moment, we need the lights here." They came back up. Walt sat with his legs crossed. I looked at Jo and she stepped to Walt, faced him and lowered herself into his lap. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she pressed her body against his. Their arms held each other and they kissed.

I said, "This is the position you will assume for this meditation. Make sure you get close and see how to be in this pose before you leave this room. Practice this pose before you leave the room. Focus on feeling your partner completely. When you are one, your clothes will come off. You may be aware that you take them off or you may be aware that they are gone. Resume the pose sitting on a towel. Focus on loving the other couples in the room with you. Love them with your combined energy."

I looked and saw that Walt and Jo were nude, in pose and joined. "Be aware that as you do this tonight hundreds of couples will be with you. Hundreds of people will be sending you their love and receiving your love. Be open. Feel whatever is there for you to feel. Give whatever is there for you to give. Some of you will have orgasms. Free them, don't hold anything back. There will be hundreds of lovers holding you, protecting you, sharing what you feel."

I waited a few seconds and asked, "Are you willing to be a part of our experiment?" As near as I could tell every hand was up.

"Make whatever arrangements you need to make so you know where to be before midnight. Make whatever partnership agreement you need to make so you have a partner. The partnerships can be male male or female female as well as male female. It doesn't matter who is on the bottom or the top, except for how you fit together. It matters that you love whomever you're with. We will stay here for a while to answer any questions you may have. Thank you."

Hundreds of couples practiced the pose, both with and without clothes. We helped some get their bodies into the pose. Walt and Jo sat in meditation for almost an hour.

A couple in their seventies asked Brenda, "Do we have to have sex? He hasn't had an erection in years." Brenda said, "Get in the pose. Join your energy. Whatever else happens will be perfect." They left the room hand in hand.

When the room was almost empty I bent and kissed Jo on the neck. It snapped both of them back into the room and wide-awake. Jo stood and embraced me, kissed me and then she kissed Walt.

"Thanks, Walt. I love you."

"That was incredible! I love you."

I asked, "What do you think will happen at midnight?" That started a long conversation that included dinner and some relaxation by one of the pools near the middle of the ship. Various people joined us as we ate and talked. 

No one or couple stayed long with us, but it seemed they needed to "touch base" with us, even if just for a moment. Some sat with us, some stood near by and some reached out a hand and touched one of us. A couple dressed for dinner at a Country Club stopped by and he asked me, "Where did you receive your formal training in meditation?"

Their energy told us that they were preparing to be very judgmental about my answer and about meditation in general.

I answered, "In the hills near Osaka Japan there is a monastery. I was sent to them for a period of time and when I was trained the leader, Sensei, of the spiritual practices sent me away to give away what I had learned." I hadn't done very well at giving it away in the years since I left Japan and starting the cruise we were on. I'd led three group meditations at the resort.

The lady asked, "Have you written books? Made a video?"

"Not about meditation. I can imagine a world where people could learn meditation from a book, but I cannot imagine I would want to live there. There are two types of meditation. I studied both kinds and I only teach and lead one kind, group. I begin teaching alone meditation to help develop focus, then we add power by uniting people."

Jo asked, "There have been a few classes here on board since we left San Diego. Have you come to one of them?"

He stiffened a little and said, "No. Sitting on the floor? Wearing unironed clothing? That is not our style."

"We can show you how to do the meditation sitting in a chair, wearing starched white uniforms... if that will assist you in being comfortable." Emma said. 

"I don't think so." The man said. I smiled and asked, "Then perhaps you would be willing to participate in a research project for us? You would not attend or participate in a meditation. I would just ask you to pay attention to the energy around you at three times, three specific times between now and tomorrow morning at nine o'clock."

"The energy?" He asked.

I said, "Yes. Have you walked by the casino and felt the energy coming from there? Or walked by the library when there were people in there playing chess or reading? The energy is different. We need someone not meditating to take note of the energy changes that happen around those who meditate. You could be very valuable as objective observers."




Unintended Consequences - Melissa C



They looked at each other for a few long seconds and he said, "Just exactly what would we need to do?"

Melissa said, "We'll give you both notebooks. At seven o'clock tonight make notes as to where you are, how many people are within sight and the energy you feel from them. Then wait at least two hours and do the same type of observation."

Walt said, "Once more before you go to bed, do another observation. Make notes. Bring your notes to us here at ten tomorrow morning or bring them to our cabins anytime after seven in the morning."

She nodded. It was barely a nod but I was sure he saw it. He said, "We'll do it."

Melissa told them she would get them notebooks and she took off. Five minutes late she was back with their notebooks. The accepted them and the man wrote down our cabin numbers in his notebook. A couple of minutes later they were gone.

Brenda said, "I can't wait to read what they write about midnight."

Jo asked, "I wonder how they'll dress tomorrow?"

"Just like now, Mr. and Mrs. Thurston Howell the third." Barb said.

"This ship isn't the Minnow is it?" Walt asked, smiling.

"I certainly hope not." Barb said.

We went back to our cabins and rested. I had no idea how long the midnight meditation would last but I knew that all of us would be wrapped in it until it ended. We napped. As soon as I sat to take off my sandals Jo was beside me.

"May I sleep with you?"

"Of course. Please set the alarm for eleven-thirty. Everyone will need to bring a towel. Jo pointed and stacked beside the cabin door were towels. We undressed and Melissa dimmed the lights and joined us on the bed. We kissed and I was asleep. I believe they slept too.

At eleven-thirty the alarm woke us. A minute later Walt and Brenda walked in and Brenda asked, "Can you feel it?"

"Feel it, taste it, smell it... I can almost see it!" We dressed and headed for the space where we had meditated the night before. When we arrived the door was open. Mats were spread all over the floor and people we sitting in the pose. Some were clothed, some nude. All were quiet, holding tightly to their energy. A space existed at the center of the room. We went to it and put our folded towels down. I pulled my shirt up and off. All over the room shirts came off. When Melissa pulled my drawstring I started to laugh. She looked at me as if laughing was not allowed.

I said, "We will begin this meditation with a song. If you know the words, sing softly. I keep my pants up with a piece of twine. I keep my arms wide open all the time." My arms were spread wide and about thirty people were laughing and singing. I finished the song with their help. "Because you're mine, please pull the twine!" Melissa pulled the twine and my pants fell to the floor. Many people were sharing the experience. We laughed and the mood was lightened. Still expectant, but not solemn.

I sat and folded my legs. Melissa sat in my lap and wrapped her arms and legs around me. I looked around and everyone in the room was in pose. Emma and Jo were together. Barb was with a member of the crew.

I said, "Close your eyes. Become one with your partner. One breath, one heart beat, one thought... Love. When you are one, become a bigger one. When all of us here in this space are one, reach out to all those on this ship, meditating, receiving your love and adding to our energy. When we are one ..." I left it unsaid. I had no idea what would happen.

My focus shifted to Melissa. Her breath became my breath. My breath became hers. I was aware of her body pressed to mine and then there was us. One heart. One thought. One awareness. I felt me penetrating me as Melissa as I felt Melissa holding me with the muscles and the warmth of her vagina, her heart, our all.

We became aware of feeling those around us. We felt the six couples closest to us first and seconds later all the souls in the confines of the patio were one being, reaching out with our energy to touch all the small groups scattered all over the ship.  

We could see them, feel them, first from just outside them and then we joined with them and became them. Our senses were multiplied, amplified and we were no longer Nick, Walt, Melissa and a hundred other names. We were over a thousand people who were no longer simply individuals; we were linked and as close as brain cells in the same brain.

We felt the power growing around us and accepted that whatever happened it was good. We knew it was still night, but there was no darkness for us. I heard the thoughts of others and they were my thoughts as well. We communed for a time without any thought of time.

I felt a wave of panic and checked in with my body. My body had been being ignored! I checked others and found that we were ignoring our bodies. Some had stopped breathing! I yelled to all of us and said, "Go back to your body!"

Our connection was broken and all of us were individuals again. I focused on my body and those around me. I wanted to know if everyone was Ok. My thought triggered a check-in from all the souls who had been us a few minutes before. No one had died. All were having trouble talking about what had happened. All were grateful for whatever had happened.

I heard Brenda's voice in my head, "We all need sleep."

Those with us in the patio found their feet and made their way to their cabins. All of us were individuals again, but not who we were before. We rode the elevator to the deck where our cabins were and saw people in the hallway. I knew them. Not just their names, I knew them. We hugged the people we met and moved on.

In our cabin I realized none of us had clothes on. We fell on our beds and were asleep.

When the engines stopped and the ship was tied to the dock in Puerto Vallarta I woke up.

Melissa and Barb were with me and I felt them wake as well. As that registered in my brain I also felt Walt, Brenda, Jo and Emma wake and check in. 

A few seconds passed and I felt Jose' checking in. 'Are all of you Ok this morning?' His voice asked... in my head. I answered, 'Yes!'

Cruise ships are noisy. We went to the buffet for breakfast. Other than the noise of forks touching plates, plates clanking on tables and the noises of coffee being poured the buffet was almost totally quiet. Everyone we knew greeted us. Greeted with hugs, kisses and touches, but not greeted out loud. Brenda made an announcement to all of us, 'Make sure you wear clothes if you are leaving the ship. Make sure you speak out loud to the people who aren't...' She paused and Walt added, 'Family.'

The Howell's found us shortly after we sat down with our food. As soon as we made eye contact he started to laugh. I asked, "Why are you laughing?"

"We've been greeted by at least three hundred people this morning and all of you call us the Howell's. You want our report?" I nodded. He said, "By eleven last night we were in our pajamas in our stateroom. Sometime after that we were aware that we were not asleep and that we could see, feel, taste and touch all of you!"

Lovey added, "We were old yesterday. We live as caring companions. Last night we became young and old, male and female... and a few other things I won't mention. How you did it, I don't know. We're just grateful!"

We went into Puerto Vallarta and did some shopping, touring and exploring. We felt the people around us and their energy was joyful. Emma headed towards a shop and two of our fellow passengers came out of the shop. I heard their voices, 'He is angry with Americans.'

Emma went in and Walt followed her. A few minutes later Walt found me and I heard him say, 'Emma charmed him. She heard what he was upset about and talked to him. His wife is in for a pleasant surprise, I think.'

We were back on the ship before six. Jose' was waiting for us. He ushered us aside and reported, "Before we docked the police warned us that there was going to be a demonstration near the docks and they anticipated some violence."

Jo said, "We didn't see anything like that." 

"It never happened. The protestors met and then left town. They couldn't get the energy together to protest anything!"

"That's a good thing, isn't it?" Emma asked.

Jose' nodded and said, "It's a great thing. Part of me wants to take credit for what happened."

"And part of me wants to stay quiet, letting each of us draw our own conclusions. I'm already thinking about the night after the fourteen hundred people on this ship go home. What if there is a meditation that night? What if we can become One spread out all over North America?"

Brenda added, "There are four Aussies on board."

"If they take it home... if we all take it home, knowing we linked, knowing it's possible... what could happen?" Melissa asked.

I looked at our little group, our little part of a bigger family, and said, "I'd like to do an experiment." Walt grinned. Melissa hooked my arm as Jo hooked the other one and Brenda said, "I know what you want!" I could read her energy as she was in.

"Let's go." I said and we walked casually to the Starlight Lounge. Jose' didn't use his phone or radio. When we arrived there were three hundred people sitting on the floor, legs crossed and someone sitting each of those three hundred laps. Space for us was left up front.

I spoke out loud, "Thank you for meeting us here. I have an idea."

I heard hundreds of voices in my head, 'We know.'

"I want to say it out loud. When this cruise is over we'll all go home. My idea is that you bring more of US into whatever this is." 

I heard many voices say, 'Family'. 

"So, to support this family our little family will sit together at midnight the first and third Friday nights in Los Angeles. I'm sure you can figure out how that translates for where you'll be. Join us. Reach us. We'll be looking for you and all your new relatives. Come back to this room anytime during the cruise and I'll have our email addresses posted so you can communicate with us. We're family. I already know I love you. We already know we love you and we know who you are."

We have been meditating for a while. You know how to sit. You know when. Get a partner, then a group. Join us. Oh, get a pillow for the one on the bottom. It makes everything feel better until you become One, then the pillow doesn't matter. You are the final chapter. No need to write it. Live it.



Unintended Consequences - Melissa Ch. 02



"They don't need to know the whole truth."

"They can't handle the whole truth!" I said.

"Oh, Jack Nicholson, you're so manly."

"Do you think Barb and Jo will come with us?"

"Maybe. I think they are curious."

"We ought to pack sleeping bags for them, just in case."

"I have Jo's phone number. I'll call and give her a list for both of them and we'll supply what they don't have, Ok?"

"Yes. By the way, I love you."

"I felt it while I was presenting. I'm still feeling it."

"How are your bruises?"

"I may need new ones sometime soon."

We stopped at a large jewelry store on our way home. Melissa walked out with an engagement ring on her finger. I had the rest of the set in a small box in my pocket. One block towards home she called Brenda and said, "I think you and Daddy should come to our house sometime soon."

"Our house? You're all moved in?"

"Our house. Most of my stuff is still in the apartment, but our house is where Nick and Melissa and an engagement ring live."

We beat them home by twenty minutes. While Brenda and Melissa conferred about female things I showed Walter the grade cards for his daughter's presentation. Of the twenty-six cards the low score was forty-six. An "A" where I live. He read some of the things people wrote.

"She's braver than I am." "I could never do that." "I wouldn't do it for a grade! Maybe for a thousand dollars." "I wish I'd been there." "Who is the man?" "She showed no fear in front of the room, either."

Tuesday night they came for dinner and we planned the bbq. Walter would buy and bring the ribs, charcoal and sauce. Brenda would bring her special cole slaw. Melissa called Jo and gave her a list. They were making cornbread. Carol was making a bean casserole. Walt said, "We'll be cooking all day Saturday. I made the mistake of calling to reserve the smokers. The word is out. There will be lots of hungry people to feed. They will bring lots of slaws, salads, beans and such, but the ribs are on us."

"How many racks are you bringing?" I asked.

"None. I have a friend in San Diego who will deliver sixty racks late Friday night."

"Sixty racks!?" I'd never cooked one.

Melissa hooked my arm and smiled. "Don't worry. We've cooked that many before for Daddy's banker friends."

"OK, but I'm the novice. Remember that." They laughed and said, "Never say that again."

I found out that Brenda wouldn't make the slaw until the ribs were almost cooked. They would take all the ingredients and she would get others to help mix it together. I wondered about Jo and Barb making cornbread for a hundred people. Would they mix and cook it at the resort or try to bake it all in an apartment kitchen? Did they know how much cornbread was needed? I asked Melissa and she said she had already talked to Jo and Barb and they were making the cornbread at the resort.

After Walt and Brenda went home Melissa took me to bed. She said, "Friday night and Saturday night we will be exhausted when we get to bed. There won't be enough energy for sex. I have enough now. Do you think I could convince you to fill me up?"

Knowing what was on her mind was all the convincing needed. Our kissing lessons were progressing to the stage where I was focused on her left breast when the phone rang. Melissa's cell phone. She leaned out of bed and found it in the pocket of her jeans and said, "It's Barb." She answered and five seconds later started laughing. Then she said, "I'll ask him. Nick, Barb and Jo want to know if the men at the resort prefer women who are Au Natural, trimmed or shaved smooth?" She was at the edge of laughter as she asked.

"I cannot speak for all men, but I prefer shaved smooth." I pantomimed pulling hairs from my teeth. Melissa slapped my shoulder and said, "Nick prefers shaved, so he doesn't get your hairs caught in his teeth!" They laughed and I slid Melissa onto her back and slid my tongue into her pussy. She moaned a little and said, "I have to hang up now. Nick is checking to make sure I did a good job shaving my pussy for him!" She giggled for three of four seconds and then hung up the phone. I kept eating her. 

After a couple minutes of her on her back with my face at the "Y" she twisted around and as she did she said, "I used to peek and watch my parents. This is something my Mom really likes."

She positioned me on my back and she straddled my head, lowering her puss onto my mouth. Her hands were against the wall for balance and she was looking down into my eyes. I licked, sucked and probed her tender areas and she wiggled herself around to get the maximum effect. I love looking up at the underside of her breasts and across the expanse of her almost six-pack abs. The sight brought back some wonderful memories from my past. I was tasting lots of her juices as gravity helped feed them to me. My hands caressed her butt and hips and moved up her torso to hold her breasts.

I could feel her quivering as she approached an orgasm. My thumbs pinched her nipples against the side of my first fingers and she said, "Pinch me hard!" I did and she flooded my mouth as she came! I sucked her pea sized clit and flicked it with my tongue almost causing her to fall off the bed. "Stop! Oh Sweet Heaven, Stop!"

I stopped. I released her nipples and helped her lie beside me. She held her eyes closed and she was still breathing hard. I put a hand on her belly and she said, "Don't move! Stay still, please."

Her breathing slowed and she opened her eyes. I leaned to her mouth and kissed her. She said, "I know why Mom loves it that way. That was the most intense orgasm I've ever felt. I may have passed out for a second or two." She rolled over on top of me, pressing her tits against my chest and we kissed a few more times.

In a voice that was very soft Melissa said, "I'm twenty-six years old. Most girls my age have probably had a dozen or more lovers. You're my first and only lover. You can sell your stock in Energizer. I'm not buying batteries any more."

"I'm thirty-five years old. I was married from twenty-six until I was twenty-nine. For the last five years I haven't been in a bed relationship with anyone. You are the first and only woman who has ever stayed in this house for the night. Neither of us is what I'd call experienced. Feeling you as you came was so powerful, so wonderful and intimate that I'm willing to have you give me that gift often. I love you, Melissa and I love how loving you makes my life incredible!"

We fell asleep holding each other. I didn't feel like I needed to cum. I felt completely loved and satisfied. 

At five-thirty the alarm went off! Melissa rolled quickly and shut it off. She rolled back to me and somehow straddled me and invaginated me in one smooth move. She leaned over and kissed my mouth and began moving her hips.

The kiss ended and she said, "Last night was about me. This morning is about you." She rode me hard and I loved watching her smile and move on me. Her eyes danced in joy as we mated and played. The morning may have been about me but I managed to get her to explode in the process. We learned she loved being on her side with a leg high as I slid in and out of her. We learned that she could cum without screaming. And she learned that I don't mind at all eating her well-fucked pussy after.

She was ten minutes late to her eight o'clock class. I asked her if she wanted a note. She laughed and said she'd tell the class why she was late. I don't think she did. I watched and listened to eight more presentations that day. During my lunch break Melissa, Jo and Barb brought lunch and we shared sitting at the table in my classroom. Jo and Barb were getting excited about the weekend, the BBQ and the resort. Jo loved BBQ but had never known anyone who cooked it. Barb was shocked when she learned that Melissa's parents were a part of the whole thing. She asked, "You've seen your parents naked outside?" 

Melissa said, "Didn't you peek at your parents when you were growing up?"

Barb said, "My mom is so conservative she told me she'd never seen my Dad naked in the thirty years they've been married. She changes clothes in the bathroom with the door closed."

I asked, "Did she talk to you about sex?"

Barb laughed, "Yes, one afternoon during the summer before eighth grade she sat me down and said, "I don't want you getting pregnant. So, when you're with a boy, don't."

I asked, "Don't what?"

Barb said, "Same thing I asked. She said, "If he wants to do something and you want to ask if it's Ok, don't do it!" That was my sex ed from Mom."

Jo said, "When I started high school I worried that I could get a disease from kissing and maybe even get pregnant! I was so ignorant!"

Melissa asked, "When did you become sexually active?"

Jo said, "I gave my virginity to Roger Banks in the bleachers of our football field the summer between freshman and sophomore years. I spent the rest of the summer doing him every chance we got. That September he and his family moved to Ohio."

Beth said, "I gave mine away the same night I first drank beer. I was twelve and a mess of us cousins were at a big family picnic in Iowa. I got drunk and one of my cousins dared some of us to take off our panties. I did it and while we were messing around I got screwed. I'm not even sure which cousin did me."

I shared, "I was fifteen. I was on a field trip to the state capitol with about fifty kids and some parents and teachers. They put all the boys and men on one floor of the hotel and all the girls and women on the floor above us. An adult was stationed by the elevators all night to stop us from getting together. We used the fire escape and went upstairs. I went into one of the rooms and the lights were off. A girl grabbed me and we started kissing. We got naked and did it on her bed. We never turned on the light so I didn't know who I did until we were walking around the state capitol building and Sherry Carter stuffed my underwear in my pocket!"

"You left your underwear in her room?" Jo asked, almost laughing.

"Yes! I couldn't find them in the dark."

"How'd she know they were yours?" Melissa asked.

"My Mom wrote my name inside my clothes!" The three of us laughed and Melissa said, "Let me check and see if your name is in the undies you have on now!"

I stood up and spread my arms. Both Barb and Jo stopped laughing. Melissa loosened my belt and unbuttoned my chinos. I said, "Maybe we should wait until we're at home." She buttoned me back up and I fastened my belt.

Jo said, "Are we invited for dinner?"

I asked, "What's going on here?"

Barb said, "We're both still a little scared about Friday. We know we'll be busy with all the preparation for the BBQ on Saturday and all, but there's still getting used to being naked with other people."

Jo added, "Men!"

Melissa said, "So come for dinner! What shall we make?"

Jo said, "Swedish meatballs!" And we all laughed.

I said, "My family is from Denmark not Sweden." We laughed harder. The door to the classroom opened and students started coming in. We quickly cleaned up our lunch and Melissa said, "I'll call you with our address." They went to their classes.

I passed out the colored grade cards and class began. As soon as we were ready a hand was up. I called on the young woman who had her hand up and she turned to Melissa, asking, "Were you wearing that ring on Monday?"

Melissa blushed and said, "Monday evening I was, but not here in class."

"You're engaged?" The young woman asked. Melissa nodded. Before anything else was said I needed to speak, so I interrupted.

"Excuse me. We have an item of business that needs to happen and it needs to happen now. I have never given classes the grading power I've given these two Monday, Wednesday classes. You determine the grades for everyone in these classes. In the last session twenty-six people turned in grade cards for the three presenters. I turned in a grade card for two of the three presenters. I totaled the scores for the cards for each presenter and divided by the number of cards. That is your grade."

A hand went up. I pointed at the young man and he asked, "Three people presented and you just said you only graded two. Why?"

"I was getting to that. The whole reason I went to the grade cards was to avoid any possibility of someone thinking I might be grading someone unfairly. If you do all the grading, that cannot be the case. Instead of a grade card for Melissa on Monday I put a ring on her finger."

Melissa got out of her seat and came to me in front of the class. We kissed. There were hands up and hands clapping and a few hoots in the room. When it calmed down a little I called on the same young woman who had asked about the ring. She asked, "That means you're the man she saw naked at the resort?"

"Questions about her presentation were supposed to be asked on Monday." I nodded my head and said, "Draw your own conclusions." Melissa nodded her head as well. I kissed her one more time and she resumed her seat. The four presentations went well and they got good questions and good scores. As soon as I dismissed class Melissa was swamped by the ladies. One of the ding-bat sisters came to me, not Melissa. She had come to my office to get me to change her assignment and had offered me her body.

Alisha asked, softly, "What did she offer that I didn't?"

"She didn't offer anything at all. She was doing her assignment and we met. We discovered something wonderful and it became love. You came to me and offered the use of your body for an unspecified period of time in exchange for a grade. There's no comparison."

"I didn't offer..." I held up my hand. She stopped.

"Did you know that I videotape every conference in my office? Would you like to see and hear your tape?"

"No, Thank you. I guess I just learned something."

"I hope you did. I did. By the way, You have everything to offer that Melissa does, but the way you offer it to the world is different."

She walked away, picked up her things and left the room. I turned my attention back to Melissa. Ten minutes later I could see her. The crowd had thinned enough. I went and sat next to her. MS Cartwright asked me, "Were you looking for someone? I mean were you both looking for someone to date with the intent to find a wife?"

"I'll put it this way. A little over five years ago I got a divorce. Between then and meeting Melissa down near San Diego I hadn't dated. I was not looking for someone. I don't think there's a formula for how finding someone works."

Another woman asked, "Honestly, how long have you two dated?"

Melissa answered, "My first trip to the resort was a month ago. I'd guess we've been on four dates. Now, we need to leave. We have people coming to help cook dinner."

"You live together?" The woman asked.

I smiled and said, "It's the green thing to do! Saves on utilities and its more fun!"

The woman said, "Save water, shower with a friend!"

Melissa stood and said, "Ok, I think I will." She took my hand and we were on our way. 

Jo and Barb were sitting on our porch when we arrived. We headed for the kitchen and Jo carried in a bag of groceries. She put them on the table and said, "I brought everything we need to make Angel Hair pasta and a meat sauce. I also brought stuff for a green garden salad."

"Great," Melissa said, "Because I have no idea what we could have made for dinner otherwise."

I said, "We could have made grilled cheese sandwiches, hamburgers or canned soup."

Barb reached into the bag and pulled out a head of lettuce. Then she stopped and said, "Wait! This isn't really about cooking. We came over to see if we can be naked. Together."

I said, "If that's what this is about then please come with me." I led all three into the living room. I positioned Jo at one end of the couch, Barb by the recliner facing the television and Melissa at the other end of the couch. I stood at the end of the coffee table. I asked, "Melissa, when you came to the resort the first time you drove your bug into the parking lot. What did you do then?"

"I got out and stood beside my car with the door open and I undressed. I folded my clothes and left them on the drivers seat."

"Each of us is standing beside our car in the parking lot. We'll each do what Melissa did." I pulled my polo shirt up and off, folded it and put it on the coffee table. Melissa kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her jeans, lowering them and stepping out of them. I watched as Jo and Barb watched us start. Jo lifted her shirt up and off, exposing her white lace bra and pale skin. She folded the shirt. Barb waited and then unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. She wore a black satin bra. Her chest showed a bit of a tan.

I took off my chinos and shoes, folded the chinos and stripped off my boxers. When I looked at Melissa all I had left was my socks. Melissa was bare and smiling at me. I took off my socks.

Jo had started taking her jeans off and they were a pile around her feet. Her eyes were wide open and she was looking at Melissa and me. She was frozen in place. Melissa saw she was frozen and said, "Don't take a step. You'll fall."

That shook her and she stepped out of her jeans. Her hands went behind her and she unhooked her bra. Then she looked at me, saw that I was looking right at her and she took a deep breath and slipped the bra off her shoulders.

"I did it!" she whispered. My eyes shifted to Barb. She decided to take her panties off before her bra. Her panties were part of a black satin set with her bra. She bent at her waist and lowered them then stood back up and stepped out. The second foot out flipped them up and she caught them in her hand. When she looked up and saw that we saw her do it she blushed. "No one ever saw me do that since high school gym." She said.

She unhooked her bra and took it off, folding it so one cup fit in the other and putting it on her pile of clothes. I looked at the four of us standing nude in my living room. It was the first time four nude people had been in my living room. Melissa stood with ease, no tan lines, a tan and shaved. I loved her, but it was so new I wasn't sure if she was a "C" cup or maybe a "D" cup sized woman. At the other end of the couch Jo was four or five inches shorter than Melissa, pale all over and had small conical breasts and pale areola. Jo had strawberry blond hair and a trimmed pubic area, trimmed so that what she actually had was a patch of strawberry blond hair above her slit. Both sides of her slit were smooth and bare. Barb, in contrast was about five-nine, at least a "D" cup, and in well toned shape. Her hair was dark brown and she was smooth from her shoulders down. Jo and Barb were looking at me.

In the fashion magazines over the last few years men have been shown who are shaved. I'm not. When I was in Japan the kids in the neighborhood called me "Gorira" or gorilla. From the front I'm really hairy but somehow my back is nearly hairless. My butt and legs are pretty hairy.

Barb said, "I've never seen a man with so much hair."

Jo said, "I've seen guys at the beach with hairy legs and maybe a few chest hairs, but I'm amazed.

Melissa said, "At first, I was afraid to touch all that hair, but when I did I liked how soft it is."

I said, "I'm hungry. Let's make dinner." I headed for the kitchen. As I walked I heard Barb say, "He's that hairy and he wants you to shave?"

"I think it's all about hair in between his teeth. Maybe if I get hair between my teeth I'll ask him to shave too." Melissa said. I shook my head.

As soon as we got to work making dinner the thoughts about being naked seemed to disappear, for a while. Jo was standing at the stove tending the water for the Angel Hair and turned to ask Melissa a question. She saw me slicing tomatoes and engaged her mouth before her brain. She gasped, "He's naked!"

We all laughed. She turned back to the stove and never asked the question. When dinner was made we set the table together and I brought four towels from the bathroom, putting one on each chair.




Unintended Consequences - Melissa Ch. 02



Melissa explained why nudists sit on towels. We sat and ate dinner talking about the BBQ. Melissa called her Mom on the phone and she helped answer the bulk of the questions we had. We arranged for Jo and Barb to meet us at the same parking lot where Melissa had left her car for a weekend at the resort. As they dressed to go home Barb said, "We can do this. I really worried about being here with Nick and his erection, but he never got hard."

"As you put on your bra and panties I just might get hard. Partially nude is often sexier to a man than completely nude. Part of the thrill of getting a present is in the unwrapping."

"So if we want to attract male attention we should wear nice underwear and undress slowly at the resort?"

"I don't think you'll have any shortage of interested males. You're both beautiful women." They smiled and finished dressing. We gave hugs and they left. As soon as they were gone Melissa grabbed my penis and asked, "Should I put on something sexy for you?"

"If you put it on it won't even get warm before I take it off, so don't bother." She could feel and see the growth of my interest in something sexual. She led the way into our bedroom and turned down the covers for us. 

"You know they both shaved their pussies for you." She said.

"I think, to be accurate, the shaved for men they haven't met yet. Maybe it's like buying a new dress before a big dance. All the dresses you already own didn't get the result you wanted, so you buy a new one in hopes..."

"I wasn't looking for a man when I went to the resort."

"Did you shave before you went?" 

"Yes, but just so I was neat and clean."

"Neat and clean certainly got my attention."

"You didn't get hard that evening either."

"When you came into my cabin I was hard. Seeing you step through the doorway did it for me. That's a sex charged sight." As I spoke I was caressing her body and snuggling close. Her fingers combed through the hair of my torso.

I leaned in and she smiled, saying, "Let the kissing begin."

The kissing began and the conversation seemed to end. We explored each other for some time and when Melissa had cum and invited me inside her I accepted the invitation. Just as I pressed into her she looked up at my face and asked, "Which of them do you want to make love to first?"

I stopped moving and asked, "What makes you think I want either of them?"

"They both want you. I watched how Jo kept wanting to run her fingers through your hairy chest hairs. If I had run mine through your chest hairs she would have fainted!"

"What either of them wants or thinks she wants is not the question. What makes you think I want either of them?"

"They're both beautiful."

"I've been going to the resort for years. Do you think there are any good looking women at the resort? There are, and in five years I haven't dated any of them. I haven't gotten serious about them either. I have enjoyed the company of three women in those five years, three women who were friends with benefits. All three are aware we are still friends and that you are engaged to me."

"Then please, Sir... bruise me." She lifted her legs until she was folded nearly in half and I did my best to slam into her, deep and hard. My hands held her shoulders down and we slapped together for as long as I could hold back from filling her.

When I was close to cumming she said, "Pull out and squirt it on me, please." The biological urge was to push in deep and aim a million sperm deep inside her womb, but I pulled out and aimed at her belly and tits. I'm a lousy aim. The first shot hit her chin! The second landed between her breasts and the rest formed a wet path down the center of her belly.

"I saw that in a porno movie and wondered how it would feel."

"And, how was it?"

"I like it better inside my pussy or my mouth."

"If we don't shower you'll be glued to the sheets by morning." I said.

She pulled me down on top of her, squishing my own cum into my hairs. We laughed and I said, "Please, join me in the shower. We can save water." It was nearly midnight when we went to sleep.

Thursday was Thursday. Nothing exciting happened at school except Jo and Barb joined us for lunch again. The time between the end of my eleven o'clock class and the start of the one o'clock class is exactly an hour, for me. For lunch it's much less. Melissa's class is in Franklin Hall, a ten-minute walk. Jo's class is in the theatre, a fifteen-minute walk. I had no idea where Barb's class was. At the end of lunch the three each needed time to walk to whatever class was next. I had an hour for lunch that turned into twenty minutes. I hoped it became a habit for the four of us.

At the end of the day Melissa was waiting at my car. Her last class was fifty yards from my car. I needed to walk a quarter mile from my office to the car. She was sitting on the fender reading a textbook when I first saw her. I smiled and she looked up, saw me and both smiled and waved. She made my day.

On the way home we stopped and bought some groceries. We had left-overs from dinner the night before, but we needed stuff. We got almost a hundred dollars worth of stuff. The market was not crowded but did have people in every aisle. When we were in the aisle with feminine supplies Melissa asked, "Will you want sex with me when I'm on my period?" Four women in that aisle stopped moving when she asked. I answered, "I can't imagine that your periods will stop me from wanting to show you I love you. However, if you're having cramps or discomfort, I can wait."

She kissed me and said, "Good! I'm starting on Sunday." 

The market had some BBQ bib aprons on sale. One had the words on it saying, "Kiss the Cook!" another said, "BBQ NAKED show off your buns" I bought both as gifts for Jo and Barb then I went back and got two more of the "Kiss the Cook" aprons. One for Melissa and one for Brenda. Melissa laughed and bought two more "Kiss the Cook" aprons, one for me and one for Walt. As we checked out Melissa said, "I think this BBQ is going to really be fun!"

She modeled her apron after we got home. It looked great even when she wiggled around and the panel that was supposed to cover her chest didn't. I kissed the cook. After we ate leftovers we packed for the trip to the resort. One day-pack and four towels. The day-pack held the aprons, four t-shirts, sunscreen, dop kits and sandals. I saw Melissa tuck something into a small outer pocket on the day-pack but I didn't see what it was. I got distracted and forgot to ask what it was.

During our evening we got phone calls from Brenda, then Jo. Half an hour after Jo, Barb called. Then Walt called. He was taking half a day off on Friday and would be at the resort getting volunteers to help him get things set up. The manager of the resort, Shannon, had turned the BBQ into a fundraiser for a policeman's family. The police officer had been shot in the line of duty and died on the steps of City Hall. I knew his family, they were members at the resort. He let me know the order for meat had increased. We were getting eighty racks of baby back ribs and thirty chickens. I told him we were bringing two cooks helpers. He asked two questions: Can they cook and are they cute?

I gave the right answer. I didn't know both Brenda and Melissa were listening when he asked the question. I answered, "They make good spaghetti and they aren't in the class with our ladies, but yes, they're cute."

We were asleep by ten. Neither of us needed to be at school until ten so we got a good night's sleep. Jo was waiting for us in the faculty parking lot. We weren't even out of the car when she asked, "Do we have room for one more person?"

"Who?" Melissa asked. We started walking onto campus.

"I made the mistake of telling my older sister where we're going and she threw a fit! Not because I'm going to get naked but because she's always wanted to go to a resort like that but couldn't go alone."

I asked, "Can she cook and is she cute?"

Melissa shot me a look, remembered it was what her Dad had asked and relaxed. Jo said, "She's five-nine, has killer legs, a great body and cooks better than even my Mom. Why?"

"Because the chief cook for this BBQ will ask. Yes, we have room. Tell her to pack from the same list we gave you."

Melissa asked, "Is she in a relationship?"

"Was. They broke up a month ago."

"You'll bring her to the parking structure?" I asked. She nodded and left us headed for her class. Fifty yards farther and Melissa kissed me and said, "Going to class is a waste. I won't learn a thing."

"I get paid to go, so today, we go. I'll see you at lunch. I love you." Fifteen minutes later I was in class and deep in a discussion. 

Suddenly the bell rang announcing the end of the class. Forty-two students walked out and Melissa came in with our lunch a few minutes later. Two minutes later Jo and Barb joined us. Melissa brought our lunch of tuna salad on wheat bread and a small bag of chips. Jo and Barb opened their lunches and we all had the same lunch. 

Melissa shared with us what we would be doing to get ready for early tomorrow morning and all day tomorrow. We would be lighting the fires at about three in the morning. The ribs would be rubbed shortly after we arrived that evening and the chickens would need to be cut in half. She went on and on. I stopped trying to get it all lined up in my mind. She, Walt and Brenda would keep us on task.

We cleaned up and they scattered for one more class. I got ready and sat on the table at the front of the room. Forty-four students who were already in their weekend came in and I did my best to get all of us to focus on the issue the class was supposed to be about.

I let them go twenty minutes early. Melissa would meet me at the car. She did. I had enough time before she arrived to rearrange things in the trunk to make room for more stuff. I thought, 'Even nudists have a lot of stuff.' We got in and headed off.

At the parking structure, we saw three women sitting on the bus bench in front. Each was in shorts, a tank top and had a daypack and a towel. I stopped and popped the trunk. Two minutes later we were getting on the freeway. I was introduced to Jo's sister, Emma. The four women talked all the way to the resort. Melissa touched me often to let me know I wasn't being ignored, but the conversation didn't include me. It became girl intimate. Barb mentioned that she didn't know how often she should shave. Jo said she decided that since she shaved legs every other day and pits every day she'd feel herself and when she thought a man would notice stubble, she shaved. Emma asked, "You mean nudists shave their snatches?"

Melissa said, "Many do, some don't. There's at least one woman I've seen at the resort that doesn't shave anything. She's no where near as hairy as Nick, but she is hairy."

Emma said, "I hope I brought a razor or two. I didn't even think of that."

As a joke I said, "If you didn't bring an extra razor, I'll shave you. No problem."

Breathing stopped. Seconds passed in silence until Melissa said, "Me first! God, Nick. I just soaked myself."

"I'm willing to take care of that, too."

"Nick!"

"We're all adults. No children in the car that I can see. Emma asked a question and got her answer. I'm sure that if she wanted a volunteer to shave her there would be a line of willing men and a few women at the resort to do the job. Not one of you is ugly or even just passable. I don't know Emma well, but from the hour here in the car I can tell she's a good woman. I guess what I'm saying is the normal rules you're used to may not apply this weekend. First, none of us is hiding anything. Second, it certainly isn't about how fashionable we dress. People will be impressed by who you are more than by anything else."



Unintended Consequences - Melissa Ch. 03



Melissa asked, "Would you shave me?"

"Certainly. Shave you, give you a full-body massage, scrub you in the shower, wash your hair, paint your toenails or rub your lipstick off with my lips. I'm your volunteer."

"You volunteered to shave Emma."

"And, I meant it. If it's Ok with you I'd be happy to shave Emma, Jo and Barb. It's an act of intimacy, of friendship and trust that the regular world doesn't even think of as possible. But, if it's not Ok with you, I withdraw the invitation. Be clear, I'm not volunteering to be their lover. Shaving Emma, Jo and or Barb does not include anything else not agreed to before we begin."

"So, if it's Ok with me you'd take Emma to our cabin and lather her up and shave her pussy bare?"

"And I'd do it with all of you there to watch!"

"Would you get hard?" Melissa asked.

"Yes! But I have learned that when I get hard my brain still works. I don't have to find a place to put it. All of you are beautiful, smart, fun to be around women. I've declared my love with Melissa. We will discuss what limitations that puts on our behavior with others, but for the moment, what it means to me is I don't do anything with anyone unless I check with Melissa first. I hope it means Melissa won't do anything with anyone unless she checks with me first."

"Oh." Melissa said. "I just assumed we had the same limits."

"Don't assume. We need to talk it through. We can begin right here. Sweetheart, Emma wants her pussy shaved. Would it be Ok with you if I shaved her? Just shaved her. No tongue test, no oral sex, no coitus, just a shave."

All three women in the back seat were attentive to Melissa's answer.

"Can I be there?"

"I'd love it if you were there and let me shave you as well."

Emma asked, "What's the tongue test?"

I answered, "After the shave I use my tongue to test all the area freshly shaved, to make sure I gave a really good, close shave."

Melissa said, "If I can be there and you'll shave me too, then you can shave Emma."

Jo asked, "Can he shave all of us?"

"Didn't you shave today?" I asked.

"The thought of that level of intimacy blows my mind! I can't believe we're even talking about this!" She took a big breath and said, "And, I want it!"

"There's more to this conversation isn't there?" Melissa asked.

"Lots more. In less than an hour we'll all be nude. Remember when I slathered sunscreen all over your body? How about me doing that for other women? I've done Carol many, many times both before and after she married Mike. Is that still Ok?"

"Yeah, I guess it really is." Her voice had me believe she was still processing the question and it would come up again.

"It's Ok with me if you slather Mike with lotion, but not a stranger. It's not Ok with me if you slather sunscreen on a penis that's getting hard or is hard."

"I wouldn't!"

"We need to be clear. I wasn't accusing."

Barb asked, "Can we be in this conversation? I've never talked to a man so directly about intimacy before."

"Ok with me. Melissa?"

"I haven't either. Sure, jump in."

Barb asked, "What does the word exclusive mean to you?"

"Exclusive means that what you and I agree is sacred between us is only between us. Let's say we agree that French kissing is exclusive to us. That means neither of us will french kiss anyone except us. However, I know people who say we're having an exclusive relationship and they never define what it means."

"Exclusive means you only are intimate with me!" Melissa said.

"Can I kiss my Mom when I go visit?"

"Sure, that's your Mom."

"Can I give my ex-girlfriend a massage?"

"No!"

"Can I kiss her hello when we meet outside a movie?"

"No. Kissing is intimate."

"I can kiss my Mom."

"That's different."

"Unless we talk it through we each are setting land mines in the relationship. Melissa, when I see your Mom in a little while how do you want me to greet her?"

"God! I knew it was going to happen and I never considered what you would do. Give her a quick hug?"

"When I do that my penis will touch her. Is that Ok or should I do one of those hugs where I bend forward so my butt sticks back?"

"Just give her a hug. A momentary touch isn't a big deal."

"When I need her to move tomorrow while we're cooking, can I move her by guiding her butt?"

"Oh my! Am I Ok with your hands on my Mom's bare butt? I don't know."

"Think about it. I'll be cooking with all four of you. Is it Ok with you, Melissa if my hands guide them or their hands guide me while we're cooking tomorrow? And, ladies, is it Ok with you if my hands guide you tomorrow?"

Melissa said, "This is a bigger subject than it ever was before. Before I took off my clothes and fell in love, that is. It feels strange saying it's Ok with me if you put your hands on their butts."

"Maybe you should talk to your Mom. I know she and Walt have had this discussion. I know it because I had it with them playing doubles tennis and being in the pool with them.

"Good idea."

All four decided to go talk to Brenda. I wished I had a way of eavesdropping on that conversation. I told them I would find Walt and begin helping. When any of them wanted me, for anything, they could find me with him.

I parked and we got out of the car. Emma followed the others and undressed, folded her clothes and left them on the car seat. Her pubic bush was wild, not even trimmed. No one said anything. I carried our daypack and went to the office for our key. They carried the rest and met me at the cabin. They noticed there was only one bed and one couch. I put our daypack on the bed and went in search of Walt.

They went looking for Brenda.

I found Walt with Shannon and two other people getting the smokers positioned for efficiency. After greeting Shannon and her two assistants I was put to work. Half an hour later Shannon and her two assistants were off doing other things.

Walt asked, "Still engaged?"

"For the moment, I'd say yes."

"Trouble in paradise?"

"She's never talked about intimacy in depth before. We started the conversation on the way here. The four of them are talking with Brenda right now."

"I thought you were pretty smart. You started that conversation on the way here, knowing they could talk to Brenda when they got here. Hearing it from her carries more weight than if it came from either of us."

"I hope."

"Thirty years married to her. We've had the conversation a hundred times. It's different now than it was when we first got married, trust me."

"I do. I trust both of you." We went back to work. Twenty minutes later Walt asked, "You didn't say anything to Melissa about our past, did you?"

"Nope. She knows I have friends who had benefits here and she knows those three women know about her. That's all." 

"The instant we see either momma or daughter we'll know if Melissa knows."

"Think I did the right thing?" I asked.

"Yes. With three other women with her Brenda is not likely to say anything about who her past lovers have been." We stacked wood next to each smoker. We got buckets of water set between smokers, put tools between each two smokers and put wood chips in the buckets to soak. We went to the chickens and split them in half, rubbed them with dry rub spices and stacked them in ice chests with ice. When we were about ready to rub the ribs Brenda showed up with my ladies. They were all smiling. Walt and I sighed. Walt and I hugged all five of them and in fifteen minutes we had all eighty racks rubbed and stacked in ice chests.

We agreed to meet in the kitchen in an hour and have dinner together. Then Melissa took my right hand and Emma took my left and I was led back to our cabin. Jo and Barb followed. I asked, "How was your talk with Brenda?"

Melissa said, "I learned a lot. We'll share with you inside the cabin."

We went inside and I saw some changes had been made. The two chairs that had been at the table were near the couch. Two sleeping bags were on the floor near the bed with single bed mattresses on the floor beneath them. I was led to the couch and positioned in the middle. Melissa sat to my right, Jo to my left. Emma sat on a chair and Barb on the other chair.

"Ok." Melissa said, "Intimacy. We talked with Mom and she brought us here to talk. She told us about how the conversation changed over the years for her and Daddy. She explained the changes and their reasoning. We think we'd like to propose almost what they've come to now and skip a lot of the middle steps."

"Ok. Let's skip the journey. Hit me with what you think is good for us, right here and right now." I said.

Jo said, "As of this moment you are in an intimate relationship with all four of us. Each relationship is different. Touching any of us is permitted and encouraged. Coitus is only with Melissa. With the rest of us massage, shaving, oral sex and breast play are encouraged. No secrets. No locking doors. Discrete. Don't fondle us in public and we won't fondle you in public either. Melissa gets the public displays of affection. We all get the private displays of affection."

"Tonight, we request that each of us has an orgasm given to us by you. Please shave all four of us and give us the tongue test." Barb said. "I bought a six pack of disposable razors at the store."

"What does all this mean when we go home?" I asked.

Melissa answered, "Mom and Daddy live a conservative life at home. Ours will be outwardly conservative, too. Our friends will not move in. We will invite them over for dinner and sleepovers and those evenings will include play. What we want is for you and me to help each of them find a spouse like you. He doesn't need to be as hairy, but he needs to be like you."

"So, we have forty minutes before dinner at the kitchen. That's enough time to shave one of you and have the others watch."

Emma said, "We did rock, paper, scissors and I get to go first."

"Ok then. Come with me." I stood up and took Emma in the bathroom. The bathroom had an all tile floor with a drain in the middle. I started the shower and washed her completely while the rest watched. I asked someone to fold a towel on the end of the bed. From my dop kit I got scissors and shaving gel. Emma stood by the trash can in the bathroom and I scissor trimmed her bush to as short as possible with scissors.

I had her lie on the bed with her butt on the folded towel. I worked the gel into her mound creating a white foam and quite a few moans as I worked the foamy gel into her pubic area. Barb held her right leg and Melissa her left. I knelt on the floor and began shaving. I started at one edge and worked toward her slit. 

As I started I could smell the scent of the shaving gel. By the time I had shaved to within half an inch of the right side of her slit I could smell arousal. Jo brought me a bowl of hot water and I rinsed the razor. She stayed on her knees next to me, watching.

I helped spread her legs wider and then used my fingers to stretch her skin so I gave her a good, close shave. I shaved down to her anus. She moaned often and kept her eyes closed. 

When ninety-plus percent of the hair was gone I used a cloth to wipe the foam off her and used my fingers to see where I had missed any hairs. I found a few and quickly shaved them off. I leaned forward and licked her slowly from her taint upwards.

At the touch of my tongue she shuddered and said, "Yes!" I stopped and pulled back, used the razor on the edge of her lip and then leaned in again. I took seven strokes before I reached her clit, sticking out from its hood and begging for my touch. A glance to my right confirmed that Jo had her fingers in her pussy and was close to cumming.

I lifted Emma's legs up a little more and Melissa and Barb held them in place. I bent forward and put my tongue at the bottom of her vulva and slowly painted a wide strip up the center on her pink. When I touched her clit she lost control. Her body shook and her hands grabbed her tits. She groaned and lifted her hips to meet my face.

Jo moaned and came as well. I used the towel to catch the juices I didn't drink. We released her legs and let her rest a few minutes. When I got up Melissa said, "He's hard. I want it."

"It's yours." I put her on the bed and entered her. In three strokes she was cumming. It took me a little longer. She came three times before I did. Jo pounced on my cock as it came out of Melissa. She cleaned me and it was time for us to go for dinner.

Emma got some baby oil rubbed onto her freshly shaved pubes and remarked at how strange it felt to feel the breeze on her naked skin as we walked to the kitchen.

Dinner was tostada salads, delivered from a nearby Mexican restaurant. Walt sat next to me near the end of the meal and said, "Son, we are the two luckiest men I've ever known."

"Amen."

When dinner was over we went back to the cabin. I shaved Jo, then Barb and finally Melissa. Under somewhat normal circumstances one might not expect screaming and moaning to be a part of a shave, but in all cases they couldn't stay quiet. Melissa and I got the bed and snuggled. Barb, Emma and Jo headed off to find the hot tub. As soon as they left Melissa initiated our mating by inviting me to give her the tongue test, again. Walt and I would meet back at the smokers at three in the morning. The ladies would join us at eight. As I relaxed and drifted toward sleep with the smell of female arousal in the air Melissa said, "It's strange. I watched you being more intimate than anything I've ever experienced with my friends and I felt you loving me."  

"Good, because I was loving you and all four of you." I felt so good I was asleep in seconds.

The alarm sounded at two-forty-five. I got up, showered, shaved and was dried by Melissa. As I left the cabin I saw Barb climbing into the bed with Emma, leaving room for Melissa in the middle.

Walt and I loaded the smokers with wood and started the fires. It was quite cool at three in the morning. We joked about how our equipment registered temperature quite well. When I was in a nice warm bed with Melissa I had a respectable sized penis. Standing outside, naked in forty-eight degree weather, I wasn't sure I could find a penis in my fur. Once we got the first two fires started both of us grew enough to be respectable again. We left the smokers wide open and they got hot quickly. As they got going and building a bed of coals we added wood and controlled the burn to regulate the temperature. When the ladies arrived we had perfect fires and hadn't added a single piece of meat. Walt showed Melissa and me how to add the racks of ribs. A double handful of wet wood chips tossed on the coals to add smoke. Ten racks to a smoker. We closed the lid when number one was loaded. Then Melissa and I did number two, watched by Walt. From a box Walt got out some timers. He set the first one for one hour and set it near the first two smokers.

"When it rings add two pieces of wood and a hand full of wet chips." Walt said. Brenda brought Walt and I a breakfast wrap. I ate mine and sat on a chaise lounge and took a short nap. Melissa snuggled in with me and someone tossed a light blanket over us.

Ding! The timer sounded and I was up. I added two pieces of wood and a hand full of chips to each smoker and then helped Walt load number three and four smokers. We had forty racks on the fires and the smell was incredible. I called to Melissa and asked her to go get the presents we had for our crew. She giggled and ran to our cabin. I watched her run. Walt stood next to me and said, "We are so lucky."

I said, "I'll bet most of the men on the planet have never watched a beautiful woman run naked."

"If we weren't so happy doing it, we'd be sad for them." He slapped my back and went to check fires. Melissa came back and we passed out the aprons. Walt and I wore aprons that said, "Kiss the Cook." When I put mine on I asked Melissa, "If people accept the invitation, are you Ok with it?"

She thought for a few seconds and said, "Sure! Keep the apron between you and kiss away! Enjoy the day!" I kissed her and smiled inside. We were making progress.

The flier that Shannon had sent out said the fundraiser started at three. We started turning racks over at eleven. At one-thirty Walt said to stop adding wood to the first two smokers. Just before three people started showing up. Brenda and Emma had them put their salads on one table, beans on a different table and other things on a third table. Jo and Barb hadn't been seen in hours. They were in the kitchen making cornbread. They used Jo's Mom's recipe. It had creamed corn in it. They cut it up into three-inch squares and put a crock of honey and a crock of butter next to the cornbread on the serving table.

Jo brought Walt a three-inch square with honey. She knew how to serve cornbread. She put it on a small plate while it was fresh and hot, put honey on top and waited. She waited until it soaked into the cornbread and gave it to Walt with a fork. Walt tasted it, gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, "Second best taste in the world!" 

She smiled and got four steps away when it hit her what Walt might think was the best taste. She turned back and winked at him. He laughed. A minute later she came to me with cornbread and a fork. I tasted it and kissed her cheek. I said, "Walt's right."

She blushed and asked, "What does Walt think is the best taste in the world?"

I leaned close to her ear and said, "Pussy." She looked at me for a few seconds and asked, "May I kiss the cook?" We kissed, including a taste of tongue and when she broke the lip lock she said, "He's right!"

Walt had me bring him racks from the smokers. He stayed at a cutting table and cut the racks into four rib portions. As fast as he cut them either Emma or Brenda served them to the people coming by. Walt and I had people coming back after they had eaten and kissing the cook. It added to the fun. Melissa and Barb brought me chickens and I reloaded smokers one and two. Walt had started number six with chickens before he started cutting ribs.

From three until six I was busy loading ribs and chickens on smokers, taking meat off the smokers, adding wood and chips to numbers three, four and five. Periodically an apron-wearing woman gave Walt and me water, snacks and kisses. When we were down to three racks of ribs left Walt called out to me, "Have you had any ribs?" I shook my head.

He cut off four ribs for me. Melissa put them on a plate with Cole slaw, potato salad and Carol's mixed bean casserole. For the first time since about eleven-thirty I sat down. I saw that Brenda was handing Walt a piled plate as well.

I'd never tasted a meal that tasted as good. The meat on the ribs was so tender it fell off the bone. The slaw was tangy and the potato salad had green onions, hard boiled eggs and tasted great. I promised myself I'd find Carol and thank her for the bean casserole personally. Shannon arrived to take the last place in line with a woman and two teens. They were the fallen policeman's family. They thanked us for what we did and for all the money that was raised. Shannon told us that they raised fifteen thousand dollars. She also told us that our membership was paid in full for the next year.

Some of the long-time members finished eating and came back to clean up. They handled the entire clean up. The last rack of ribs and two chickens were wrapped in foil and went with Shannon into the big freezer in the kitchen. Over by the pool is an outdoor shower. Melissa and crew helped Walt and I to the shower. They made the water good and hot and five women got us all clean. They helped us to our cabins and I know they tucked me in. I slept until six-thirty Sunday morning.

My arm was over Melissa and my morning wood was poking her in the butt. An arm draped over my chest and I could feel a warm body spooning behind me. Unfortunately the reason I woke up was because of my need to pee. I said, "Everybody up. I need to get into the bathroom."




Unintended Consequences - Melissa Ch. 03



Melissa giggled and got out of my way. I made it in time. When I was done I turned to leave the bathroom and both Jo and Barb were standing in the doorway watching.

"Never watched a man pee before?"

"Nope. They always closed the door." Barb said.

"Next time I need to go you can hold it, if you'd like... and it's Ok with Melissa."

Jo said, "I'd like that. Hell, I'd like to hold it anyway."

"You need to check with Melissa." 

Melissa joined the conversation from the other side of the cabin. "No, they don't. Remember last night we talked? As of this moment you are in an intimate relationship with all four of us. Each relationship is different. Touching any of us is permitted and encouraged. Coitus is only with me. With the rest of us massage, shaving, oral sex and breast play are encouraged. So is holding your penis when you pee. No secrets. No locking doors. Discrete. Don't fondle us in public."

Jo reached out and held me. She bent at the waist and my cock disappeared into her mouth. A minute later she dropped to her knees and looked up at my face as she slurped, licked and made very sexy noises.

Emma came to me and whispered in my ear, "She's never sucked a man before. She tasted your cum last night, but it was mixed with Melissa's. I think she wants a fresh load!"

She got one. When she had all I had to give she stood up and kissed her sister. Then she swallowed.

I lathered up and shaved my face. Jo watched. I asked, "Never watched a man do this either?"

She shook her head and said, "My Dad uses an electric razor and I don't have any brothers."

"What about a boy-friend?"

She blushed a little and said, "I've only had two boy-friends and only spent the night once."

"Twice." I said. "You stayed here with me last night."

"I don't think that counts. I was on the floor and you were in bed with Melissa."

"Oh. So it only counts if we're in bed together?"

Barb stuck her head in the bathroom and said, "It only counts if one or more of his body parts enter one or more of her body openings."

Jo said, "In that case, it's only been once."

I finished shaving and rinsed my face. Melissa asked, "Should I do a tongue test?" then she laughed.

I answered, "Can if you want to."

We left the cabin and went to the kitchen. Carol, Mike and Melissa's parents were already there and already cooking. Brenda was making a giant omelet or quiche'. Walt and Carol had chopped broccoli, onions, red and green bell peppers and mixed the pieces with corn and sugar peas. They blended in three different shredded cheeses and added a dozen eggs before putting the whole mixture in a huge pan. When it was cooked on the bottom it was too big to flip with a spatula so I wondered how Brenda was going to turn it over. She put another pan over the top and with Walt's help they turned both pans over. The pan the omelet started in got washed and breakfast was ready to be served. Brenda sliced the omelet in pie-shaped pieces and served them on plates for each of us. Walt and Emma had condiments on the table in case we wanted to personalize the omelet. Bowls of sour cream, guacamole, chunky salsa, chopped jalapeno peppers and a bottle of catsup were lined up on the middle of the table.

Mike made the coffee and warned everyone that it was Navy coffee. Most of the ladies added lots of cream and sugar. I took mine black. So did Walt, Brenda and Mike.

As we ate the sounds were forks and not talking, until Barb asked, "Can I ask the men here a personal question?"

Walt answered, "You can ask. Doesn't mean I'll answer." Mike nodded as he chewed.

She asked, "If you were here at the resort and needed to pee, would it be Ok with you if a woman wanted to hold your penis while you peed?"

Mike asked, "Where would Carol be when the situation occurred?" He looked at Carol and she laughed and answered, "If I was nearby Mike would ask me if it was Ok. If I wasn't nearby, I think he'd say No. No is safer than me showing up while someone has a hold of him."

Brenda answered, "Is she a long time friend? He'd probably let her. One of you, he'd come find me and ask how I'd feel about it. He wouldn't sneak."

"I wouldn't take you in the men's room either." Walt added. "I'd walk over to the outdoor shower and pee there. Anyone could watch! It wouldn't be a secret. Why do you ask?"

Barb answered, "This morning Nick got out of bed and went into the bathroom to pee. Jo and I watched because neither of us had ever watched a man pee before. I thought of how cool it might be to hold on while he peed. We're in a new culture so I wanted to ask."

Walt turned to me and asked, "Did you let her hold you and aim?"

"No. She didn't ask until I was already empty."

He turned to Melissa and asked, "How do you feel about Jo holding Nick's dick?"

"Uncomfortable. I can see where the thinking comes from and I can see the logic of peeing in the outdoor shower so it's not a secret. I guess my answer now is, if I'm there, I'm Ok with it. Even though he was done, I told her it was Ok with me."

Brenda said, "Odds are very good that when Barb holds his penis he's going to get an erection. We had a friend years ago who was a lesbian. She'd never touched a penis in her life and she saw Walt pee. She wanted to see how it felt, just like you do. As soon as she wrapped her hand around him he started to swell. Men are visual. Seeing her hand wrapped around his penis triggered an erection."

Melissa asked, "Was that the one and only time?"

"No. I've let other women hold on while he pees and I like doing it sometimes myself. He always gets hard."

Walt asked, "Is it Nick you want to hold or do you want the experience of aiming a penis while it pees?"

"Aiming! I know Nick is taken."

Brenda said, "No, you don't know anything of the sort. Truth is they are engaged, but they haven't really discussed the boundaries of their relationship, yet. Maybe Melissa is only willing to marry Nick if he's willing to shave his entire pelt off every week. Maybe Nick wants Melissa to get her pussy lips pierced before the wedding, or a tattoo on her butt."

"I don't want him to shave." Melissa said.

"Separate bank accounts or a joint account? Separate vacations or always together? Does Nick like riding bicycles, hiking, surfing or PDA's? They have a lot to discuss."

"We talked last night." I said. "These wonderful ladies talked with Brenda yesterday and learned a lot. Then they talked among themselves and finally talked to me." Walt smiled. I said, "The man is the last to know what's going on. Decisions were made and offered to me for approval or amendment. So far this is where we're at: "As of that moment last night I am in an intimate relationship with all four women who slept in my cabin last night. Each relationship is different. Touching any of us is permitted and encouraged. Coitus is only with Melissa. With the rest of us massage, shaving, oral sex and breast play are encouraged. No secrets. No locking doors. Discrete. No overt fondling in public. Melissa gets the public displays of affection."

It was quiet for a while. Seconds maybe, an hour maybe. Finally Walt spoke, "I surrender. Yesterday I said to Nick that he and I were the luckiest men on the planet. Now I must admit, you are the king!"

I said, "We have so much more to talk about! I haven't been in a 24/7 relationship since Joan left almost six years ago! Now I'm in an intimate relationship with four women!"

"So, let's sit down and talk." Melissa said. "Unless you have something more important to do."

"Ok, Ok. I get it. We can start the conversation right here in the kitchen if you want." Brenda said.

I said, "I'd rather go outside and gather some chairs in a circle. We get the sun, the sky, clouds, a breeze and we learn a lot about each other." I looked at Melissa and said, "At the end of the conversation if you've changed your mind and no longer want to marry me, I promise to cry."

We gathered chairs into a circle and brought an ice chest with beverages and a bag of snacks with us. As soon as Melissa sat down I sat next to her. Shannon, the manager of the resort saw us and came over, asking what we were up to. Shannon had been a woman with benefits until Melissa. When she learned what was happening, she asked if she could join the circle. 

I said, "Ask Melissa. I'm Ok with anyone joining us." Melissa said "Sure." When Shannon came back with a chair she also brought a notebook computer to take notes on.

When everyone was settled I asked, "Walt and Brenda, since the two of you have been married thirty some years perhaps you would ask us the questions you think will help us?"

Brenda smiled and asked, "All her life Melissa has lived off an allowance provided by us or with money we provided. Nick has lived on his own for at least the last five or six years. When you get married, how will you make decisions about what gets purchased, how much is spent on things like new clothes, groceries, shoes, trips and savings?"

I waited for Melissa to speak. She waited for me. Brenda said, "Nick, please go first."

"I believe decisions about spending, discretionary spending, are second. First the bills get paid. Rent, utilities, phone, things like that. I have been putting fifteen percent of every check into long-term savings or investment. That's fifteen percent of take home. I want us to keep that as a minimum. You mentioned things like shoes and clothes. I have five pair of shoes and the newest of them are about three years old. I understand that Melissa may have a different attitude about how many pairs of shoes she needs or wants. My thinking is that once the obligations are paid in full then she and I should agree on a percentage of what's left is for shoes, clothes, make-up, personal supplies and sunscreen."

Melissa asked, "What about vacations?"

"I'd like to keep it the way I have it now. I have a special savings account. I put money in that account from whatever is left after everything else is paid and when I have enough to take the vacation I go. If we both contribute to the account we also need to agree on where, how and when we want to go." 

Emma asked, "That's fine for the two of you. How do the three of us fit? I know we talked about the two of you helping us find another Nick for each of us, but what about in the mean time?"

I said, "In the mean time, we do things together. We spend some weekends here. We each contribute to a fund and vacation together. We refine what each of you wants in your Nick. I hope he isn't too much like me."

Barb said, "He doesn't have to be a gorilla!"

Melissa said, "I'm glad he is."

"Way back when I was about six my Dad saw a Steve McQueen movie. When he could get it on tape he made sure I saw it and I loved it too. It was called "The Hunter."

Walt nodded. I continued, "My Dad loved the movie for different reasons than I did. McQueen played a bounty hunter named Pappy. He and his girl friend lived in an old house and the house always seemed to be full of friends. People playing cards at the dining room table, playing music, hanging out. When the four of you talked to me last night I pictured Pappy, with the four friends as beautiful women instead of scruffy guys."

"So, please say more about how you see this five way intimate relationship?" Emma asked.

"I have a crockery cookie jar in the garage. It will reside in the dining room from now on. Melissa and I will have three bank accounts and one of those is for household expenses. Periodically we'll take whatever money you three put in the cookie jar and add it to the household account. Also, if you see that the house needs something, buy it. Provide it. You are welcome any time, but don't move in. I can explain living with a wife, but not explain to the college living with four women. On the way home from this weekend I'll stop and have keys made."

Shannon looked up from her laptop and asked, "How can I get a key?" She asked me.

I answered, "There are five souls in this relationship at this moment. I'd say the answer needs to come from all five."

Melissa asked, "How far into the family do you want?"

"I live and work here. I'm a minimum of two hours away from your house. I'd like the same agreement as Emma, Jo and Barb." 

Melissa opened her mouth and Shannon spoke again. "No. I just lied. I want more. I want to be a friend, a family member with full access to Nick, Melissa, Jo and Barb. I need to be honest here. I love Nick. I love loving him and I'm happy he's found all of you. I don't want to stop loving him."

Melissa looked at me and asked, "She's been your lover for years?" I nodded.

Melissa asked, "You love her?" I nodded.

Melissa looked at her Mom and said, "What am I supposed to do here? I haven't a clue how to feel or what to do."

Brenda sat quietly for almost a minute. A tear slid down her cheek. 

I said, "I have a belief. Hear me out, please. My belief is that when we say I love you what we're actually saying is I'm committed to your life being full of love, care, nurturing and challenges. I'm committed to that above my own self-interests. If it comes to feeding you or feeding me, you'll eat. I'm also of the belief that when I say I love you there is no expiration date. I told Joan I loved her. I still love her. Ten years from now I will easily say I love Joan. She left me to be happier than she was with me. I hope she is. I have held Shannon in my arms and told her I love her. We aren't married. I love her. I love Melissa. I love Jo. I love Emma. I love Barb. Loving them actually allows me to love each of you better than I can love any one of you. That's what I believe. It's who I am."

My eyes had been locked on Melissa's as I spoke. She looked away from me. Her eyes went to Brenda's and she saw Brenda openly crying. She leaned towards her mother and started to speak. Walt spoke first.

"I met Nick just before Joan and he broke up. We had some long talks. We did things together and I like thinking our friendship helped him after Joan left. He stood in front of Brenda and I and told us what he just told you about who he is and then he told us he loved both of us. I love Nick. Sometimes as a brother, sometimes as a friend and sometimes as a co-husband to Brenda."

Brenda asked, "How do we get keys, too?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Melissa sat crying for a long time, looking from face to face. Finally she looked at me again and asked, "What makes loving me special? What makes me your wife?"

Brenda got up and went to Melissa. She knelt in front of her and held her left hand with her own left hand. She said, "Look around the circle. Not one of the women who love Nick wears a ring like the one you wear. Not one of the women who love Walt wears a ring like mine. If rings like these were worn because they're beautiful women would buy their own. What makes you special? Nick made a public commitment to focus his life on your life, first. All the rest of us are second. You know I love you, don't you?"

Melissa nodded. 

"And all your life you've known your Daddy loves you unconditionally?"

She nodded again.

"And, you've always known he loves me first. Now, you get to be first."

They kissed and Brenda went back and sat beside Walt. After a few seconds of silence Melissa looked up and said, "You've been my Mom's lover?"

Brenda answered, "Unless you're changing the rules he is my lover. Not in the past tense."

Emma asked, "Does she get the tongue test, too?"

Brenda smiled and said, "Yes! Walt gives great tongue test, too."

Jo said, "School's almost out for the summer. Plans need to be made. Can we start that conversation?"

I said, "No! Shannon and Brenda have questions that are still unanswered. Shannon wants a full access key into the family. There are five votes. It takes five Yeses to pass. If she gets a key we all agree to love her and treat her as a sister, co-wife, best friend and lover. I vote yes." I turned and to my right was Emma. 

Emma said, "Yes." Jo said, "Yes." Barb said, "Yes." Every face turned to Melissa. She looked at me and then to Shannon, saying, "Yes." Shannon came out of her chair and landed in Melissa's lap with kisses and a hug.

I raised my voice and said, "That leaves the question asked by Brenda. How do we get keys too? There are now six votes needed to pass."

I turned to face Emma again and she asked, "A yes gives a key to Brenda and to Walt, right? What are the rules with Walt?"

I said, "Brenda, do you and Walt want some time to discuss this or do you know the answer?"

Brenda kissed Walt and then said, "I know the answer. We both love the kisses, touches, and intimacy of having younger people in our lives. Walt is available for whatever joyful activity any of you might want and so am I."

Emma asked, "So my Yes vote agrees that I love Walt and accept him as my lover, friend and Brenda as my sister, co-wife with Nick and one of my best friends?"

We nodded. Emma said, "Yes!" Jo said, "Yes!" Barb said, "Yes!" Shannon said, "Yes!" Again the deciding vote belonged to Melissa.

"Yes!" A group hug with lots of touching followed the vote.

At four o'clock I stood up and said, "This has been really valuable to me, but we need to go home and get ready for another week of school. I thank each of you for your part in today. Melissa, I love you and I still want you as my wife."

By four-thirty the five of us were in my car and headed north. We stopped along the way and had dinner together. After dinner the conversation the rest of the way home was about our relationships.

I asked, "Since you came to me and specified no secrets, I want to know about your sexual histories. I don't need details, but some idea about what roads you've been down and how far you've gone."

Melissa said, "My history is short. I was a virgin until I was raped at fifteen by the volleyball coach. I didn't have intercourse again until it was with you. I didn't date much and wasn't into being a tease."

Jo spoke up from the back seat. "That explains why you dress the way you do. I never knew. Sometime I'd like to go yell at that coach. I gave my virginity away when I was eleven. I heard Emma and some cousins talking about sex and I felt left out. I let my fifteen-year-old cousin have me and my memory tells me I hated it. When I was twelve Emma and I shared a room when our family was on vacation and we played touchy-feely. That felt really good and we both had orgasms on that vacation. Mom started getting on my case and Emma's about finding a husband when I was a junior in high school. So, I dated a few boys and I had sex with three before I graduated. I've had ten male lovers and twenty-three female lovers."

Emma said, "My history is a lot like Jo's. She was eleven when she gave her virginity to Hector. Somehow she picked the same cousin that I did. I had just turned twelve when I gave it to him. When Jo and I started having sex it was great! We didn't have to worry about pregnancy or diseases or other people breaking us up. Mom made us date in high school. She wanted us married and bringing home grandbabies. I don't want the life I see my mother living. At this point I'm not sure I want any kids. I've had two men lovers, counting Hector, and twelve female."

Barb said, "There's so much about my best friends I didn't know. My folks sent me to Oregon to a summer camp in the summer between eighth grade and ninth. I learned how to kiss from one of the counselors and by the end of the summer we were fucking almost every day. Back at home I started playing with the boys of the high school and I did have sex with the backfield of our varsity football team two years in a row. I got known as a bitch because I wouldn't give head unless I got head. In my senior year one of the girls on the gymnastic team took me aside and taught me a whole new world of oral sex. I kept dating boys that year but not for sex. I dated boys so I wouldn't be known as a lesbian. In college I found out that dating men is not like dating boys. I want to be married and share my life with a man... and maybe a woman too."




Unintended Consequences - Melissa Ch. 03



Melissa asked, "Nick?"

"Ok. I lost my virginity in the hayloft of my Uncle's barn in Utah on July fourth 1988. I was twelve. Kay Nelson was my fourteen-year-old cousin and she said she wanted to practice kissing with me. By July fifth I had given her my virginity and learned a lot about giving oral sex. On July eighth we were back in Idaho and Kay Nelson moved on to older boys. I didn't see her again until we were three years older and again up in her Dad's hayloft. That time we both brought rubbers and we stayed in the loft a long time. She was my first and only until I was sixteen. Then my parents said I was old enough to date, so I did. I already was hairy so I was a little shy about taking off my shirt until I was at a picnic and got hot chili spilled on me. I pulled off the shirt and got rinsed off with cool water and there were four or five girls interested in me who weren't interested before.

By the end of summer all five had spent quality time with the gorilla. Then school started and they moved on to other guys. Out of high school I couldn't afford college so I went into the Air Force. I got to travel buy none of the trips were what I'd call a vacation. I flew in a military transport from California to Taiwan and was stationed there for a year and a half. During that time I discovered that I could make extra money as a bouncer and get permission to live off base. With a bit of help from one of our translators I rented a small house about a mile from the base. The rent cost me fifty dollars a month, including utilities. For an additional twenty-five dollars a month the woman who owned the house would provide one meal a day. I paid the seventy-five dollars and discovered that not only did the house come furnished the owner stayed with the house. My first night staying there she gave me a bath and when I was clean she took me to bed. I learned enough Chinese to learn that the house was her job, not her possession and that I was her job as well. When I had six weeks left on Taiwan we went to dinner at the Enlisted Club in Taipei where I worked as a bouncer. She was killed by an angry drunk Master Sergeant before I could get to them. Afterwards I found out she was two months pregnant."

I paused and Emma got me a diet Coke. I took a drink and said, "For the rest of my time in the Air Force I stayed out of relationships. I worked and studied. I took college classes wherever I was and when I got out took my last three years to the Masters at Oregon State. I met Joan in a biology class. We didn't date for over a year, then we dated and my world changed. From the day Mei Ling died until Joan woke me I had worked hard not to be a man. I used my penis to water the lilies, but nothing else. I blamed myself for her death and the death of our son." I drained more of the Coke.

"We were together six years, five of them married. I studied relationships and possibilities all the time we were together. I should have a masters in belief systems. Most of the time our discussions and our being together was wonderful. We decided to have a child in our fourth year of marriage. I had the job I have now and she had a good job that allowed her to work from home. She got pregnant and in her third month miscarried. Six months later she said she was pregnant again. Four months later the twins miscarried. Two months after she came home from the hospital she decided to leave."

Melissa had tears on her face. She said, "You went to the resort to get away from the people and the world you were used to. You met Shannon and my Mom and settled into a comfortable life."

"And Ayla. I told you there were three. Ayla travels a lot. When she can be in San Diego or L.A. for a few days I get an email or a phone call. I sent her an email when I bought the rings. I haven't heard back from her."

Emma asked, "Did you get what you wanted from us?"

"Yes, I think so. None of you mentioned liking bondage, domination, kinky stuff or pain so I'm good with what I've learned."

Melissa said as she moved closer and took my hand, "I didn't know you'd had so much pain in your past. My head knows there's nothing I can do but my heart wants me to kiss it and make it all better."

"That's what love feels like. Even when you're having a good day I'm looking for what I can do to make it better. The other day when you were sitting on the fender of my car and you looked up saw me and smiled... You made my day. Since yesterday each of you has shown me loving affection. Jo brought me a square of the cornbread she and Barb made. It was warm and the honey had soaked into it. She fed it to me. All of that was intimacy, all of that was her saying she loves me. Barb made sure I didn't get dehydrated. I don't know how she did it, but every two hours I got a big icy glass of water. I heard, "I love you" in every drop. Emma helped Brenda almost all day long and I noticed her looking after Walt and I often. Six times we got asked if we wanted or needed anything. I was convinced if I'd said I wanted a dill pickle she'd have found one. All day long I felt held, loved, looked after, cared for and whole. The pain is in the past, where it belongs. My life is filled with love."

I got off the freeway and headed for a Home Depot. I needed keys made. I parked and they all followed me to the counter where keys are made. The young man asked how he could help. I held out my key to the house and said, "I need seven of these." 

"Not a problem." He said. He showed us the proper blanks and they had different colors. I said, "Pick the one you want and hand it to him." They did and fifteen minutes later I had keys for Brenda, Walt, Shannon and Ayla in my pocket. We still needed to vote on Ayla.

I watched as each woman added her key to her key ring. Melissa hooked my arm and said, "Ok, Pappy, let's go home."

"I know going home is a part of the game we need to play, but I don't want to go." Barb said. Jo and Emma nodded.

Melissa said, "Each of us has a cell phone. We can talk multiple times a day. You have a key!"

"I will email each of you my schedule. Call me or visit me anytime I'm not teaching. There used to be a professor in my department whose wife or girl friend would bring him lunch occasionally. Whenever it included sex she sprayed the room with air freshener when they were done. I don't think students ever figured it out, but staff did, eventually."

Jo said, "Hey Sis, want to spend the night with me?"

Barb asked, "Which sister are you asking, Sis?"

"Oh, I like this! I'm asking either or both of you."

We transferred possessions from my car to theirs and parted with plenty of hugs, kisses and touching of body parts. After they were gone Melissa said, "Do Mormon women feel like I do?"

"I don't think so. The original church outlawed polygamy a hundred years ago. They still believe it happens in Heaven, but not here. Most of the LDS wives I've interviewed don't think about it. The idea that their husband will have more than one wife is really something they don't want to think about. The men think about it, but don't talk about it."

"I feel like I quit swimming the four-hundred meters and joined a water polo team!"

"Good comparison. I feel a lot like a player-coach for the team."

"Coach needs some rest." We went inside and put the towels and our clothes in the washer. We took our suitcase to the bedroom and reloaded it for the next trip to the resort. We got out clothes for Monday and I noticed Melissa had again given up her uniform. She got out a black skirt and sandals. 

"You'll draw a crowd wearing that."

"Doesn't matter. I'm going to have a t-shirt made that says, "Taken" on the front and the back." We laughed and got into bed.

"All the talk about our histories and coitus, oral sex, breast play and everything has kept me aroused almost all day."

"I thought you just wanted my tongue to see how smooth you are."

"Where I want your tongue is already smooth and I guarantee it's also wet."

I kissed her mouth and used my tongue. She returned the kiss with enthusiasm. When it ended I asked, "Is that the spot?"

"No. It was nice but I'd like it lower, please."

Inch by inch I kissed my way down her torso headed for her pussy. When I got to her pink she moaned and said, "Yes! That's where I want your tongue."

My exploration of her interior was slow and methodical. I approached her clit often, without touching it. I slurped her juices noisily and licked them into my mouth slowly. I felt her torso shudder and quiver as her orgasm approached. My hands cradled her breasts, barely applying any pressure at all. Her hands covered mine and pressed to increase my pressure on her breasts. 

I stopped. She sat up and said, "No more teasing!"

My mouth opened and I sucked in her clit and squeezed both breasts. Melissa flopped back onto the pillows and moaned from deep inside. Her hips jerked and the juices flowed from her tasted great. I released her clit and breasts, sat up and positioned my cock at her entrance.

Her eyes opened and she said, "Deep and hard!" I obeyed. For as long as I lasted I slammed in deep and hard. Melissa held onto my arms and when she came the second time her nails drew blood again.

I came in her deep and hard. I held still until I started to go limp and then I slowly pulled back. Melissa got out of bed and came back with a washcloth and a towel for me, a washcloth and the same towel for her. She cleaned me first with her mouth and then with the wet washcloth and towel. She used three small band-aids on the wounds from her fingernails on my arms. I offered to drink her clean, but she said she was too sensitive. She cleaned up, set the alarm and we went to sleep.



Unintended Consequences - Melissa Ch. 04



 [Chapter One was submitted as Scorpio44 some time ago (years). An email or twenty prompted my rereading it and my notes. Chapters 2, 3 and 4 are the result. There are some surprises for those familiar with my mind through reading Scorpio44 (120 submissions) and Scorpio 44A (100+).]

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When I got to class Monday morning I was met by four students who had calculated that they were not going to get the grades they needed from my class. They were better with their arguments about why they "needed" a better grade than they had been with their assignments. The four almost seemed to have practiced their pitch together to convince me to give them a better grade.

When all the other students for the class entered the room they softened their voices and when I said, "It's class time" they shut up and took their seats. While they had pleaded their collective cases to me I had realized they were pleading with the wrong person. The grade they got wasn't from me!

I asked, "Class, by raise of hands, how many of you would say the assignment you had for this class was a challenge?" Every hand went up.

"And, how many of you would say you worked hard on the assignment?" Every hand again went up, even for those who didn't do well.

"And, how many of you gave someone and inflated grade for whatever reason?" Not a single hand went up.

"Before class today I was asked to raise the grades of four people. They told me how they "Needed" a better grade than the one they calculated they would get for the class. I didn't give them the grade they got. You did. I would invalidate all the grades you gave if I changed a grade for a student. So, I will allow any of the four who wants the opportunity to plead their case to you. If they convince you to give them a grade they don't deserve we will give each of them a grade they don't deserve. I will flip a coin and if it lands Heads they get a grade one grade higher than they deserve. If it lands Tails they get a grade one lower than they deserve. What they asked me for was a grade they didn't earn, didn't deserve, don't deserve and so if you, the people who gave them the grade they earned and deserve are willing I will change their grades."

A hand went up. The person with her hand up was not one of the four who had asked for the changed grade. I called on her. "If they want a different grade, the new grade will either be one higher or one lower than the one they already have. Right?"

"Exactly. Now which of the four who asked for the new grade are willing to take the risk? Or, to quote and old movie, "Do you feel lucky?"

Not one of the four stood up. I smiled and said, "I'm glad it turned out this way. Is one of you curious about how your coin toss would go?"

The scruffiest of the four raised his hand. I asked, "Do you want to flip the coin or may I?" He said, "You do it." I took out a quarter and flipped in into the air. It landed on the floor, bounced three times and stopped right by the foot of a female student. She bent towards it and announced, "Tails!"

When the commotion died down I asked, "How can you get the grade you need from this or any other class?"

"Earn it!" The scruffy man answered. I nodded. We went on with the class and I released them half an hour early. We were done. No sooner were the majority of the students out the door when I noticed Barb coming into the room. She stayed by the door and when the last student left she closed the door.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I didn't sleep well last night. I've been thinking about this relationship." She came close, kissed me with both passion and a little holdback, and then sat in the first row. She looked up at me and I could see tears. They hadn't escaped, but they were there. "I understand that we're in this relationship with you so you, Melissa, Walt and Brenda can help each of us find our Nick. I'm twenty-five years old. I've known three men in my life worth loving... and all three of you are taken!"

"Who are the three men?"

"You, Walt and my Dad."

"It could be worse. You could only know two men and one of them could be Walt and be your Dad."

"This is serious!"

"Ok. I apologize. I believe there are other men besides Walt and me. The odds of finding them improved when we teamed up and have seven people looking instead of just you. Thirty some students just left this room. Sixteen of them were male. I looked at every one of them to see if there was an opening in one or more of them to see the treasure I could show them. I have another class this afternoon. I've been looking. Now we need to organize and look other places."

"Where do we look for men as interested in relationships as you and Walt?"

"Call a family meeting. Organize dinner and conversation, a brainstorming session. Let's get serious about this. I want brothers!"

The sounds of people testing the door were heard. Barb kissed me again, all passion and promises and went to open the door. Jo and Melissa entered. They reclosed the door and we shared lunch. The brainstorming dinner was scheduled for Wednesday evening.

Walt didn't come for dinner. He had a banking thing he needed to attend. Brenda came. Shannon didn't come either. By midnight each person had an assignment, a research project, to help us aim in the right direction. Barb stayed the night. Three in a bed is, or can be, a wonderful thing. Melissa got eaten and joined while Barb got eaten, manipulated and eaten again. We slept well.

As of Friday at noon I was on semester break for two weeks. So were Jo, Barb and Melissa. Emma had a job to go to. On Saturday Emma called at about nine and said, "It's a beautiful day. Let's do something fun together." Later the five of us were driving north and found ourselves on the pier in Santa Barbara. We coached each other about being friendly and actually speaking to people. Barb and Emma were quite shy and believed it wasn't safe to just start talking to men. I pointed out that with five of us they were pretty safe. We met some interesting people that day. We got some ideas of other places to go where maybe "Nick" was there.

Since I was signed up to teach a summer session of six weeks Melissa took a class too. Jo and Emma drove home to Nevada where Jo stayed for a week and Emma flew home after the weekend. Barb went with us on the weekends to the resort and got to know Shannon much more personally. I was grateful Barb was there to "take care of" Melissa when Shannon wanted my personal attention. When she wanted more personal attention early on Sunday Melissa stayed in the cabin with us and discovered it wasn't the trauma she thought it would be. She and Shannon bonded using their combined juices and my glue as part of the bonding. 

Walt called me when there was only a week left of the summer semester and offered us a chance to get on a cruise to Mexico. I said it would need to be a really good deal for us to go. He told me to call the family and ask what they could afford for a seven-day trip with all the food covered. I made the calls and when he called back I said, "These cruises are priced by the person, right?"

"Yes, but don't worry about that. I assume you're Ok with the five of you sharing rooms."

"Oops!" I said. "I called Shannon too. There are six of us. Is that a problem?"

"No. How much can the six of you afford?"

"Walt, to tell you the truth Shannon and I have the most money. Emma makes enough to stay afloat and Jo, Barb and Melissa depend on the love and donations of family. Just tell me how much and I'll talk with Shannon about the possibility."

"OK. Look on the Internet. An inside room goes for six-hundred-eighty-nine dollars per person. There are six of you. That's a hair over four thousand dollars. I can get all six of you aboard for the six-hundred-eighty-nine dollars!"

"That's four thousand dollars!" I said.

"No! It's six-hundred-eighty-nine dollars... for all six of you. The cruise ship company arranged a rather large loan through us and they offered us this deal as a Thank You. Brenda and I will be going too. Shall I sign the six of you up?"

"Yes!" I wrote down all the details and called Shannon. I gave her almost all the details and then I called the cell phones of Melissa, Jo, Emma and Barb. I was forced to listen to repeated screams, yells, kisses through the phone and promises of great meals, wonderful sex and that I would never need to sleep alone another night of my life. Many of those promises came home with Melissa and were amplified, augmented and supplemented by her co-wives. Walt also got calls. He and I agreed that what we told our ladies was that he and I paid for the trip. It was true.

That night I read something on the Internet that woke me up to something I wasn't doing. The article said that most men didn't know these five things: Their wife's birthday... Her social security number... What size pants she wears... What size shoes... or Her favorite color clothes. I realized I could answer those five questions easily... for Joan. Being a little sneaky I didn't just ask the women in the kitchen about their data. I went snooping.

Driver's licenses gave me birthdays. Clothes hanging in our closets gave me sizes and I wrote down shirt, pants, skirt, bra and shoe sizes. I looked in Melissa's closet and it was evident she favored deep greens. I would need to be really observant to learn favorite things for the women who didn't live with me. I wanted to know all I could about these women. The article pointed out that remembering details would be important to almost any woman. I believed it was true of all the women in my life. It was part of loving them.

At dinner that night, as we ate a wonderful Salmon Salad, I asked, "When you think of yourself are you a girl, a woman, a lady or something else?"

Melissa said, "Up until I met you I thought of myself as a girl. After all, you need to be sexually active to be a woman and I wasn't. Now, I'm a woman." She smiled and blew me a kiss."

Emma said, "Sometimes some of us at work decide to go out after work and have a drink. They call it a night out with the girls or girl's night out. I don't think of myself as a girl. I was one." She hefted her breasts and said, "I outgrew the label. My behavior isn't ladylike, so woman is what I am."

Jo smiled and said, "Until the weekend where we had the BBQ I didn't think girl, woman, lady... I thought lesbian. Since you ask, I'm not a lesbian. I'm having trouble using one of those other terms as well. I guess I'm bisexual with damned little experience with penis'." Her answer got some smiles.

Barb said, "All the time I was growing up my Mother and my Aunts kept telling me, "Don't do that, it isn't ladylike." I don't think I've ever felt like a lady. I thought I would when I got all dressed up for the senior prom but all that day and night I had bad cramps and bled like crazy. I felt more like a dying pig than a lady. I'm a woman."

Jo looked at me and asked, "Man or boy?"

"When we're riding bikes at the beach, I'm a boy. Walking and holding hands with any of you, I'm a man."

Melissa touched my arm and said, "No, you THE man!" 

We laughed a little and I said, "It depends what I'm doing, I guess. When I'm in front of a class, I'm a man. When we were cooking meat at the resort I felt like a boy being mentored by Walt. Most of the time I feel like a man."

After the kitchen was cleaned up and we were in the living room Jo said, "Melissa, I need to have a conversation and it needs to be with you, mostly. If this conversation gets beyond you, it needs to be with the rest of the family, too."

Melissa smiled and said, "When you think, you think loudly. This conversation has been on my mind ever since the BBQ. Shannon and I have sex with Nick." Jo nodded. The room got really quiet.

Melissa said, "When Shannon came up for a couple days I knew they were gonna do it. I figured I'd hide in the bathroom and die. I didn't hide. I didn't die. The second time they did it I was in bed with them. I saw and felt how Nick loves Shannon and it doesn't take anything away from loving me." She took a breath. I'm not sure Emma, Jo, Barb or I did. "I know he holds back every time he touches any of you. I know when he holds back he's saying he loves and honors me. After we got home today and all of you were here he kissed me. He held back! I got it! If he holds back from fully loving any of us he holds back from all of us. Nick, I'd like to change our relationship."

"Shall I get Brenda, Walt and Shannon on the phone?"

"No. I talked to them while you guys were doing the dishes and subject to the approval of the rest of the family, they agree with my proposal."

"Then, what do you propose?" I asked. 

"Close your eyes. See all of us, Momma, Daddy, Shannon, Barb, Emma, Jo, you and me?"

All of us said, "Yes."

"I propose that everyone in our family be fully expressed in loving everyone else in the family. That we do hold back in our expression of loving others, but inside the family anything we agree to is not only Ok but encouraged."

I said, "I agree. Thank you." I heard lots of female voices say, "I agree. Thank you."

I opened my eyes and Melissa was an inch in front of me. She said, "You didn't think about it very long."

"I been listening to six women thinking about it for weeks! You think it hasn't been on my mind?"

"Oh. So, you're really Ok with helping convert Jo from lesbian to bi?" Melissa asked.

"Will she still be Jo?" 

Melissa nodded and Jo said, "Yes, but not so frustrated!"

"Then I'm available. I already love all of you. The limits on expression were never my idea. They existed to increase your comfort level, not mine. Saying we remove the limitations doesn't mean anything goes. If there are affectionate expressions you don't want or like, tell me. I'll remember and won't do them."

"Like what?" Barb asked.

Emma said, "Like when we walk side by side don't stuff your hand in my back pocket! That's gross!"

Jo said, "I've seen men drape their arm over the shoulder of a woman and dangle their hand half an inch in front of her boob as they walk. I want to walk up and smash his hand into her boob and say, "Quit teasing!" We all laughed.

I said, "Since we're here, I love it when we're in the car and there's a hand on my thigh. It doesn't have to move. I make it mean you want to be connected to me and I love it. When we walk, I'd love to hold hands with you. When it can be done without getting any of us arrested, I'd like a taste."

Barb asked, "Of what?" As she asked her brain caught up and she blushed and said, "Oh!"

Jo said, "At the BBQ I gave Walt warm cornbread soaked in honey he said, "Second best taste in the world." I asked Nick what he meant and he said, "Pussy!" Since all the men I've ever known thought going down on a woman was gross I think Walt and Nick are strange, as men, but they're also right! Anytime you want to give me a taste I promise to say thank you."

I said, "I've noticed that all of you dress most of the time to give the message that your breasts don't have nipples. As a single woman alone I can understand that cuts down on the number of hits per hundred yards, but when you're with me, be proud. If your nipples create bumps it says to me either your cold or happy. I'll check to make sure you're happy."

Jo raised her hand. Fifteen years of school creates habits that are hard to break. I nodded. She said, "So when does all this talk end and I get to take Nick to bed?"

I said, "I haven't been asked to go to bed. I was ready an hour ago." Jo was on her feet and had me by the hand, pulling me off the couch. Melissa asked, "What about the rest of us?"

Jo smiled and said, "Take a number!" She dragged me to our bedroom. She didn't need to drag hard. I was willing. Barb took Melissa's hand and they went to our "guest" bedroom. Barb knew how to distract Melissa from when Shannon had visited. This time she had help, Emma.

As soon as the bedroom door closed Jo changed. Normally an energetic, almost brash, wiry woman who approached life head on, the door closed and her energy level dropped and her posture lost a lot of starch. She stood in the room facing the bed without moving. I stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. As I touched her I could feel her quiver in my arms.

I whispered, "We never have to do this. I already love you. Joining our bodies won't change that."

She twisted in my arms and looked up into my eyes. "Yes! It will! I'm not a lesbian! I have wanted you to join with me since we went to the resort, but I'm terrified! If you fill me with your cum I'll be a woman, a normal woman. I lied. I lied to all of you, even Emma. No man has ever been inside me. Yours was the first cock I ever touched, ever kissed and tasted. I want more!"

"You know I love you?"

"I hear you say it. I know Melissa believes you love all of us. I trust her and I want to believe both of you." A tear left her eye and started down her cheek. I kissed it.

"Close your eyes, please." She closed them. I knelt in front of her and slowly started taking her clothes off. I could feel the frustration from her. I could feel it so strong it was like hearing the voice in her head screaming, "Rip my clothes off! Throw me on the floor and fill me!"

Something inside me knew that if I did what she was wanting I would fail her real need. I let her be frustrated. When she was naked I had already kissed all over her, places most people don't kiss and all the places everybody kisses. Jo moaned and I felt her start to relax when I kissed the back of her neck. Minutes later I was kissing beneath her breasts and her hands gently held my head, not guiding or forcing just holding tenderly.

I guided her onto our bed, face down. My hands caressed her skin and helped her relax and receive what I was giving. I kissed behind her knees and she shivered. I kissed the crease where her butt becomes her leg and she moaned. I could smell her arousal.

When I rolled her onto her back I lifted her right leg, bent at the knee and put myself between her legs, wrapping the bent leg close against my hip. My erection touched her lips and her hips lifted just enough to be an invitation for more. I kissed her mouth and as our tongues touched I pushed inside her... a little.

She moaned again and shifted her hips to get more of me inside. We rocked side to side and together, ever so slowly and ever so tenderly. I rolled us until I could hook her extended leg and draw it up close to her own chest. I felt myself pressed tightly against her and as deep inside as possible. Her eyes were still closed. Her breathing ragged. My hips provided the power for my cock to move in and out of her, all the way inside and out until just touching. Slowly. Every time I started back inside I kissed her again and she moaned.

Deep inside my body somewhere I felt a pressure beginning to grow and become a need. I held the reins tightly and did not pound into her and quickly fill her with the cum I could feel gathering. She was quivering. Her hips meeting my every movement with hers. I knew she could feel me shaking as well and feel my cock swelling.

I whispered, "Open your eyes, please." My face was very close to hers. Her eyes opened and we kissed again. My face lifted far enough from hers that we could look at each other and I thrust in deep and hard! Her eye widened and I said, "I love you!" My cum splashed into her and she screamed! My pelvic bone pressed on her clit and we ground together. 

Her body shook and shuddered for a long time. We moved just enough that her legs could wrap around me and her arms could hold me right where she wanted me to be. Joined at the hip, tied together with our legs and caressing each other with our hands and kisses.

Eventually our breathing slowed, heart rates approached normal and my cock slipped out of her. She kissed me and said, "We're leaving a wet spot."




Unintended Consequences - Melissa Ch. 04



"Ask me if I care." We kissed.

"No. I don't want to wash these sheets. I want to let the wet spot dry, cut it out and frame it! My first honest to God wet spot from joining in love!" She kissed me and put my hand on her breast.

"If that's what you want, it's Ok by me. Go buy another set of sheets and these are yours, forever." I squeezed her breast and leaned a few inches and kissed it. 

"Nick, is this what sex is always like with a man?"

"Nope. It's not even what sex is like with a man who loves you. Next time we join, it will be different. This time was different. I was singing to you. I want you to get a message from me, not just understand the words, but to know I love you all the way to the marrow of your bones. I wanted to reinforce the connection already between us and have you get that we are joined."

I smiled as I saw a tear slide across her skin from her eye to her ear. Then I softly started a laugh.

"What are you laughing about?" She asked.

"I just watched you become an old country song. "I've got tears in my ears from lyin' on my back in my bed while I cry over you." (Harold Barlow)

"That's not real!" 

"Wanna bet?"

"What's the bet?"

If the song exists you have to go up on the top deck of the cruise ship, the deck where people sunbathe and go topless. It has to be in broad daylight and there have to be more that twenty people see you do it. Oh, and you have to stay visibly topless up there for at least ten minutes."

"And if there is no such song?"

"I give you three hundred dollars to spend on whatever you want before the cruise."

"Ok! I'll take the bet!" She started moving as if the tender, romantic, sexual moment was over, so I started to untangle us and she stopped us. She kissed me hard and said, "There's a good chance I'm heterosexual. I get the message, stronger and more powerfully than ever before. I am loved. Fully, completely and lastingly. I love you and the way I feel about you is different than I've ever felt about any man."

"Good. I love you. From now on when you hear me say it remember my mind will be right here, joined with you. That connection lasts."

We did untangle. We did get out of bed, strip the bed, folded up the sheets, showered and dressed before we rejoined the family.

Ten minutes later Jo came to me and asked, "Do I really have to go topless?" I smiled and said, "Of course you do! That's what that deck is for. No children are allowed up there. We can't go nude, probably, but topless is Ok."

She kissed me and thanked me. I noticed the kiss was different from before our time in the bedroom. There was no holdback. No promise for later or even maybe later. The kiss said, "Whatever you want is already yours."

Melissa found me in the kitchen and wordlessly asked to be kissed. After the kiss she tilted her head and offered her neck. I accepted her offer and when we were found I was enjoying the sensations of her neck and her full-body reaction to the kisses.

Barb said, "Has he ever done that to you?" She didn't wait for an answer or clarify who she was asking. She added, "Last time he did it to me I was wet for hours! He did it at the end of lunch at school!"

I had to stop kissing Melissa, we were all laughing.

We walked our family out to their cars and gave hugs and kisses before they left. As I wrapped Barb in my arms I asked, "May I kiss your neck?"

"No! Kiss my neck when I arrive, not when I'm leaving!" 

I kissed her lips and said, "When you get home, get your calendar and call me. I want some one-on-one time."

She whispered, "I'd be the same wet after a kiss on my neck as I am right now. Sometimes you're mean!" She kissed me again and jumped in her car.

When only my car and Melissa's VW were still in the driveway Melissa asked, "Jo took the sheets from our bed home. Do you have any idea why?"

"Yes. She'd never before created a wet spot with a man. She's going to let it dry, cut it out and frame it. She's also going to buy the replacement sheets."

"Let me guess, Ok?" 

I nodded.

"You thought about her history and guessed that most every time she had sex it included mouth and fingers. You gave her oral everywhere she didn't expect it. I'll bet you kissed the back of her knees! That you entered her without touching her pussy before. You stroked long, deep and so slow she was going crazy. Am I right?"

"It's what she wanted."

"She told you that?" We were standing in the doorway to the bedroom. Beyond us the bed was made, a fan blew fresh air into the room and on bedside lamp was on, fifteen watts of mood.

"Not in words, but she told me."

"And, what am I telling you?" She struck a pose of defiance, power and "You're not as smart as you think." She was wearing an old t-shirt and a denim skirt. I reached for her, slowly, gently and when I touched her arm I grabbed and pulled her to me, getting a grip on the collar and jerking it down hard enough that she was suddenly bare to the waist. I shoved her back onto the bed and jumped on top of her, pinning her down. My face found hers and I kissed her hard and demanding.

Her hands grabbed my face and pulled me back to her face for more! As we kissed my hands pushed her skirt up around her waist and I ripped her panties off. Without breaking our lip lock I opened my pants and freed my cock. When it touched her opening I said, "Spread open for me! Welcome me home!"

Her legs spread farther apart and her hands spread her pussy open for me. I smelled her arousal and knew she was ready. I leaned into her and slipped all the way inside her channel. I said, "Say Thank you."

The defiant energy flared and she started to refuse. I jerked back and out and then stopped.

"Thank you." Her voice was that of a young girl. She had surrendered. I touched her lips again and she opened for me. I drove in all the way and she said, "Thank you."

Faster and faster I pushed in and pulled back. Faster and faster I slammed into her and she gasped, "Thank you!" Just before I filled her I lifted her legs and drove down into her. I said, "Now!" and kept slamming in as I came.

I watched and Melissa's eyes rolled back in her head, her breath stopped for a few seconds and then her body shook hard five or six times. I held her legs and waited for her return.

Her eyes opened and her breathing returned. I asked, "Do you want a wet spot wall hanging?" She shook her head.

"Good!" I pulled out and bent to the task of eating her to a few more orgasms. When we finally put the bedroom back together, showered, and were ready for sleep it was almost midnight.

"I didn't know that was what I wanted or needed." She said as we spooned.

"If you don't know what you want, be more careful what you ask for."

"I don't remember asking for the cave man." She whispered.

"Is that a complaint?"

"God, No! My insides are still twitching!" She may have said other things, but if she did I missed them. I was asleep.

In the morning Brenda and Melissa conferred about the cruise. Brenda told Melissa that our price for shore excursions was to pay the tax. They looked on the web site and copied many pages to show Barb, Jo and Emma. They emailed Shannon. In the afternoon packets arrived for each of us. Walt had the cruise line send all of them care of me at our address.

I guessed that we would have a full house for dinner so I went to our closest Mexican restaurant and came home with tostada shells. Melissa and I chopped things, cooked things and prepared for five hungry women, Walt and me for dinner. 

It was about eleven when Walt and I looked at each other, nodded and left the living room. He went to the guest room and I went to my bed. Just after I shut off the light Emma slid into bed with me and kissed me. She whispered, "Thank you for what you did with Jo. She said she loved you weeks ago, but now she would tell the Pope she loves you! We both love you!"

"She's welcome. I just have a new way to tell her." I closed my eyes and her lips pressed against mine. The kiss was a request. Another wordless communication. I didn't open my eyes. I said, "Get ready for bed. After we join you are staying right here."

She said, "Open your eyes. I'm ready for bed. I even have on my favorite nightgown."

I moved my hand and it touched her hip. It moved up her body all the way to her neck, never touching cloth. She said, "If the material is too thick, I'll get naked for you."

"I want to watch." I opened my eyes and she asked, "Want to see me do it again?"

We laughed and kissed and the joining began. She wanted slow hands, mouth and everything. She was not asking for gentle. When I bottomed out inside her she used her legs to press us tightly together. When I sucked on her breast she held my face against her chest and said, "Suck harder, please."

The urgency got stronger, more demanding and our movements became more powerful without increasing speed. She whispered between kisses, "Dominate me!"

"Take anything I have!"

"Oh! You're ready! I can feel you!"

Together we said, "Now!" And, we flooded each other. When we came I became aware that as we mated she had held a towel, waiting for that very moment. She stuffed it beneath me and it caught our combined fluids. We stayed joined until I slipped out of her and then she pulled the covers over us and I went to sleep.

When I woke up Emma was still on my chest, sort of. She had slipped off to one side but kept her face and one arm up on my chest, her leg draped across both of my legs and the towel. She was asleep. I felt her heart beat and her slow steady breathing, so close, warm and connected to me.

I could also feel another warm body snuggled next to me on my other side. I didn't need to look to know it was Melissa. I felt her move and twitch once as she woke. Her head came up off the pillow and she looked at Emma and me. Without making a sound she mouthed, "Good Morning."

I agreed. It took a few minutes but Melissa found a way to move Emma and herself until I was being ridden by Melissa and still held Emma against my side. Three strokes into Melissa and Emma opened her eyes. I said, "Good morning, Sweetheart."

"Good morning, Lover." She said and we kissed. When our kiss ended Emma turned and kissed Melissa. She asked, "Want some private time? I'll start breakfast." Melissa nodded and Emma left us. She didn't close the bedroom door.

It was a wonderful way to start the day. The rest of the day filled with preparations for the cruise. There were phone calls, emails and a visit or three from Emma, Jo, Barb and Brenda. I started packing for myself and was out voted and sent to the store. When I got back I was packed and I knew they all approved of everything in my suitcase. We made sure we ate all the food that would go bad if we didn't eat it. We loaded suitcases into the van Walt rented and early in the morning we dressed for our first day of cruising and drove to the ship, docked in San Diego. We hung around San Diego for hours waiting until the ship had disembarked the people we would be replacing. At one in the afternoon we arrived at the dock, parked the van and got our luggage unloaded. Shannon found us and we joined the line of people boarding.

Somehow Walt got a porter with a big luggage cart to help us and we loaded everything on the one cart. It simplified the rest of the process of boarding a lot. Our papers were in order and we got our pictures taken, climbed the ramps and walked aboard the ship. 

We went up on deck to await departure. We found a table with a good view of the harbor when we would depart, gathered enough chairs for our group and began a party. Food was served, drinks were offered and some were accepted. I said I would hold our table and chairs if anyone wanted to explore and return to report. Jo, Emma and Barb were off to explore. Melissa went with Walt to explore in a different direction while Brenda and I stayed at the table.

We enjoyed the sunshine, a snack and a diet Coke. Then Brenda moved close to me, held my hand and asked, "Is there going to be some time for us on this trip?"

"It is something I want. You know me well enough to know I'm not pushy. If Walt is feeling possessive, I'm Ok. If you want to focus on each and every member of the family, that's Ok too. I love being joined with you."

"Have you taught any of them meditation?"

"No. I thought some time up on deck watching the clouds, hearing the waves would be a good place to start."

"Will we meditate joined on this vacation?"

"You asked one question and want the answer to a different question. I want to join you in meditation. I'd love to do so out on deck but I'm not sure it is possible. Maybe late at night. Would Walt want to join with someone while we join?"

"Shannon already asked. None of the rest know about the joy."

"I'll find out where we can be." An hour passed with visits from members of our family and reports about the things they found. When we were again alone I saw a senior member of the crew and invited him for a short conversation. He caught on quickly and took Brenda with him to show her where we could meet in privacy to meditate every night we were at sea. 

She came back after twenty minutes and was quite excited about the spot he showed her. Walt and Melissa returned and Brenda shared with Walt what we had arranged.

"Meditation?" Melissa asked. "I didn't know you were into meditation."

Walt said, "We decided that until you were in a loving relationship we wouldn't mention it. The meditation we do is all about being connected in love. It doesn't work alone. We will be able, on this cruise, to meditate up on deck! It will be powerful and spiritual for all of us."

Melissa turned to me and asked, "You already know how to do this, don't you?"

Brenda said, "He taught us! Interested?"

"You know I am!"

"Then after we get settled I'll give you and anyone else lesson one in learning to meditate. You need to learn how to meditate as you before you can meditate as us."

The crewmember that had shown Brenda where our spot would be came back. He handed me a piece of paper and asked if I knew about it. It was an article about how meditation had an effect on those around meditation, even though they didn't meditate. I nodded and he said, "Would your meditations have an effect on the other passengers?"

"It could. The larger the group meditating the more likely the effects would be felt."

He sat down and gathered us close. "There is a concern that there are some people aboard who intend to be drunk and disorderly. We don't mind drunk but we want to avoid trouble of any kind. How many meditators do you already have?" 

"Less than ten. If you have a room we can use we can offer free classes for those who would like to learn."

"Not for the meditation for later tonight?"

"No. That is rather advanced for beginners. But we can teach enough to make a difference on this trip, I believe."

He got our cabin numbers and said he would be getting back to us before departure and if not then after we were outside the harbor. When he left Walt said, "Are you going to teach them touching meditation or alone meditation?"

"Which is more powerful?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Touching!" Brenda said.

I said, "When it's time for the class I want all of you in yoga clothes or loose clothes that allow freedom and flexibility. You're going to help me teach."

Melissa asked, "How? I don't know how to meditate."

"Do you know how to love each of us?" I asked. She nodded. I said, "That's the energy I'll need. When they feel you loving each other they will want to feel it. They will release some of the barriers they have about touch and about loving energy. This will be great!"

Barb said, "I thought this was a vacation. You're going to be teaching again."

"I'm going to be expressing my love to each of you. If you open to the class and embrace the lessons for everyone, I have an intensive lesson for all of us later tonight."

"Intensive as in joining?" Jo asked. I nodded. She smiled.

The announcement was made for us to gather for the lifeboat drill. We got our life jackets and went to our emergency stations. Half an hour later we were putting the life jackets in our cabins and gathering for departure. We gathered on an upper deck near the aft end of the ship. As our cruise ship exited the harbor we slid past a U.S. Navy aircraft carrier. It was taller and longer than the ship we were on. Walt and I watched her slide by and we didn't say anything. I knew we had both been in the military and had lots of feeling about those years. None of the women around us asked questions.

When the aircraft carrier was out of sight and we turned out into the ocean the conversation began. Walt and I left the ladies to unpack the three cabins and get things arranged as they wanted it. We knew enough to know we were in the way. When we got back they told us everything we needed to know.

The exec officer knocked on our door and Barb opened the door. He asked for me and she let him in. I was sitting on the bed. He sat in the offered chair. Each woman looked at me for guidance and I asked, "Is it Ok if they stay?"

"Yes, of course." He outlined two classes for that evening to accommodate the two seatings for dinner and two classes during the day the next day. He agreed to have our dinners delivered to the meeting room half an hour before the classes start and plenty of water available during the classes. He kept looking at the number of women in the cabin and finally he asked, "I know this group has three cabins and there are two men and six women. If I may ask, how does that work?"

Brenda said, "For now, if I may, I'll give you the short answer. Attend the classes and hang out with us during the week and you'll understand. The short answer is it works because we all love each other, completely."

After a few silent seconds he stood and said, "That's quite a lot to get my head around. I believe you and I'm looking forward to this cruise. Thank you."

Kisses and hugs were shared when the door closed. We changed clothes and got ready for the first class. Without it being discussed, all six women brought yoga clothes. They packed cotton drawstring pants for both Walt and I and t-shirts. The announcements were made about the meditation classes, reminding those who would be coming to dress comfortably and where the classes would be held.

We went to the room and found our dinners waiting for us. We were served wonderful salads with a choice of fish or chicken. Just enough of what we needed and not foods that would get in our way.

People eating at the later seating showed for the first class. A member of the crew told them they would be dismissed in time to get to dinner and that the clothes they had on were Ok at dinner.

I divided the class into beginners and experienced meditators. We talked about the purpose of meditation and the benefits. We talked about meditation not being a contest. I said we would begin with a demonstration. I called on two people who had said they had meditated before. I had them sit on the floor facing each other with their legs folded, knees barely touching. They put their hands palm up on their knees.

"Close your eyes and listen to your breathing." I instructed.

Her name was Beth, his was Ken. I said, "Beth, listen to his breathing and align your breath with his. Ken, listen to her breath and repeat in your mind with every time she inhales, "I love you."

His eyes popped open and he said, "I don't know her."

"Then you have no reason not to love her. You don't know if she snores, hates dogs or if she has a cute sister. I'm not asking you to marry her, just repeat the words in your mind, "I love you." 

I was quiet as they began. After a few seconds I spoke to the class. "Don't just watch them. Feel their energy. There is energy passing between them. Energy flowing through their legs and passing from their knees into each other."




Unintended Consequences - Melissa Ch. 04



I was quiet for a minute or two, then bent to them, placing her hands into the palms of his hands. "Keep focused on your breath and your love."

After two minutes I said, "Thank you. Open your eyes." They opened their eyes, but did not look at me or let go of their touch. I asked, "Beth, can you describe what happened in the last few minutes?"

"I didn't know Ken when we sat down. I felt the energy flow you talked about. The longer we were connected the more I felt connected to Ken. It may not be the marriage kind of love but... he loves me."

"Everyone needs to sit on the floor. Do not sit with a partner. Sit so you are not touching anyone. Sit with your legs crossed like Ken and Beth did. If this isn't possible, sit in a chair with both feet on the floor and your hands on your legs."

When they were all in place and quiet I said, "Close your eyes. Listen to your own breathing. You don't need to make it faster or slower, louder of quieter. Just listen to it." I paused. "Feel the cool air as it goes into your body and the warm air as it leaves. Feel it." I paused again. "Your ability to love warms the air you breathe. You breathe out love and everyone in the room breathes in your warmth, your love."

I waited and noticed the people in the room were beginning to align their breathing. I didn't tell them to breath in and out together. They just did it.

I said, "Use your right hand and slowly reach out and touch someone. When you touch them allow the hand to just touch them. Not a grip or a caress, just a touch, a contact. When you feel contact on you, reach and hold that hand with yours. If you felt more than one hand touch you hold both hands with yours. You need to shift around until you find and hold a hand with each of your hands."

My family wandered around assisting people getting connected. Pretty soon everyone was connected. "Feel the warmth of the people you are connected with. That warmth is love energy. With your eyes closed reach into them with your consciousness and send them your warmth. If you feel inspired, squeeze gently. Does it matter how much money they made last year? What color their hair is? What city they live in?"

I paused. "It doesn't matter. You are connected directly to two people. The reality is you are connected to every person in the room. Use your heart and your warmth. Reach across the room and feel the warmth, the love, in the room. Breathe. We are connected physically, hand-to-hand-to-hand-to-hand. We are connected breath to breath to breath. Remember the mantra I had Ken repeat? Repeat it. "I love you." 

Four or five people said it out loud. I said, "Listen with your hearts. Can you hear a hundred voices in your head telling you that they love you?" Keep listening and keep telling them. You can't be fully you without them receiving your love. They can't be the love unless you give it to them."

"You are the source of love in this room. Feel it coming from you and to you. Breathe deep. Hold that breath of love and warm it. Let it out; send it across the room to someone who has felt unloved sometime in the past. Send love to the people eating dinner. Send love to the people you left at home, in your neighborhoods, your churches, your schools."

I could see the clock on the wall. We had just a few minutes left.

I said, "You don't need a hundred people together in this room to meditate. You can connect with us any time. Close your eyes. Breathe. You are the source of love on this ship. If you want to deepen this experience we'll be here again tomorrow. When you sit at dinner, hold hands and say "Thank you" to the people you share a meal with. A meal can be a sacred experience of love. Now, open your eyes and quietly get up and go to dinner. I love you. My family loves you. Be the source of love."

The room emptied quietly. I noticed hands were held. Arms encircled people. No one hurried, bumped into others or made unnecessary noises. We ate the rest of our salads and drank some water. Melissa said, "I didn't know you meditated."

Brenda said, "Later, we'll go up on deck and meditate under the stars. It will be a peak experience. At least it was last time we did it as a group." 

Walt nodded and said, "We did it as a group at the resort. I was a skeptic. I'm no longer a skeptic."

People started coming into the room from dinner. Some were dressed up. A couple came in dressed in fancy clothes. She had on a sheath dress and heels. He had on a suit. I approached them and said, "We will be sitting on the floor with our legs crossed. I recommend you go back to your cabin and change then come back. Have you ever meditated before?"

They both said, "Yes." I told them I wouldn't begin until eight-forty. They went out of the room. Each of us approached people who were too well dressed to be comfortable. They hurried out, promising to return.

When the clock read 8:41 I began. The class went much as the first class had gone. The energy in the room was calm and loving. Breathing aligned and when we were done some folk stayed and the question they wanted answered was, "Is there more?" The answer was yes.

Melissa, Brenda, Walt and I went back to our cabins. I lay down and instantly was asleep. Just before midnight Brenda woke us and we went to the place reserved for our meditation. As we walked she told me that Barb, Jo and Emma had decided to miss this meditation, promising to be in the one tomorrow night. When we arrived we stood before a metal door with a keypad entry system. Brenda hit the keys and opened the door. It allowed us access to a small courtyard about thirty feet square. No lights and no roof. We sat in the center of the courtyard knees touching. My left knee touched Brenda's right knee. Her left touched Walt's right which touched Melissa's right. We were all touching and then we held hands. 

The door opened and I looked. The exec officer, Jose', and a woman came through the door. Both were dressed in loose cotton clothes. We made room for them and they sat, touching us. Nothing was said until we were all in place. I said, "Ladies, listen to your breathing. Feel us loving you and allow that love into every recess of your body, mind and spirit. I love you."

Nothing more was said for a very long time. The evening was warm. The sky above us had no clouds for us to see, just stars. The vibration of the engines of the ship was both felt and heard by us. Because we were inside a closed space the breeze we felt was slight. We sat quite still for a long time, feeling and sensing the things around us and each other. We included all the sounds and feelings and they became a part of us.

I felt rather than saw Walt take off the t-shirt he had worn. I felt Brenda remove her shirt, then Jose' removed his shirt. I removed mine and felt Melissa remove all her clothes. To do it she stood beside me. Instead of sitting right back in the spot where she had been Melissa stepped across my lap and lowered herself into my lap. Her legs wrapped around my hips and her arms wrapped around my shoulders. My arms loosely encircled her waist.

The physical connection to the others was broken momentarily, but I could feel them. Not as individuals but as couples. After a while sitting with a woman in each of the men's laps we moved again. Each woman helped her man undress and sit back down so our knees were again in contact. They moved around us and again straddled our laps, lowering their bodies until their legs wrapped around our hips, their arms wrapped around our shoulders. My eyes did not open. The woman in my lap was not Melissa. She was taller in my lap than Melissa had felt. Her chest pressed against mine and her genitals pressed against mine. Her hand tucked my face into the nape of her neck and held me there. 

After a while we were aligned. We breathed as one. Our warmth was shared. I felt her wanting me to get hard and I felt my penis respond. She didn't wiggle or outwardly move at all. My penis expanded and entered her without my body doing anything except want to be joined.

The sounds of our breathing changed. It became slower, deeper and the six of us were aligned... one breath in, a hesitation and one breath out. My hands reached out and touched the backs of the other two women. I felt the hands of Jose' and Walt as they touched and linked all of us together again.

I felt the temperature rise in all of us. The warm night air surrounded us, caressing us and heightening our connection. I felt the rising pressure of an orgasm building in me and in all of us. I felt my cock inside her body, as if I was her. Not the individual "her" the collective "her." I realized I might be feeling Walt's cock inside the woman in his lap or Jose's cock in the woman astride him. It was all one joining. I felt the cock and the vagina, together, joined and one.

We took another huge breath and as we exhaled all six of us came. There was only one orgasm. Our breathing stopped. For a while we were still.

I felt the need to breathe. I leaned back a little and filled my lungs with the night air. My partner did the same movement at the same moment. My eyes opened and saw Brenda in my lap. We leaned together and kissed.

We hugged, held each other and the meditation was over. After a while we dressed and shared a hug before opening the door and going back into the world of the ship. We strolled back to our cabins, Brenda with Walt, Melissa with me. Jose' and his lady went in a different direction. Everything that needed saying was said without words. We saw other people as we walked. They were together, touching and loving. We passed through the casino and it was dark. At our cabin doors the four of us kissed goodnight and opened the doors.



Unintended Consequences, Melissa



"Professor, how do I pick companies? I'm nineteen. I've been here for five years and barely got out of high school."

"What do you like to do?"

"Party. Hang with my home boys. Drink."

"How much money do you think your family makes now?"

"Dad is a gardener. I think he makes maybe forty thousand a year."

"Mom?"

"She works part time cleaning houses for people."

"So, maybe a total of seventy thousand a year?"

"Yeah. Both my older sisters work in a restaurant to help out."

"What do you want to do after you leave school?"

"Get a job."

"Making tortillas or driving a delivery truck full of tortillas?"

"Fuck no! I want a good job."

"Then the first part of your assignment is to find out where you can find that good job, one that pays a hundred thou a year to an educated twenty-two year old. It needs to be something that excites you. Then find ten companies that do what you want to do."

"This is hard."

"No. This is simple. Hard is doing what needs to be done to get where you want to go, especially if you don't know where you want to go. Imagine how you could help your family if you made eighty-three hundred a month."

"Eighty-three hundred a month?"

"That comes to a hundred thousand a year."

"Damn. That would be sweet."

"You can do it."

He stood, shook my hand and on his way out said, "Maybe."

At the forth week we had the mid-term. They hated it. At our university we use blue-books for essay exams and I told them to bring blue-books for the mid-term. I asked five questions. Ten points each. I gave them three hours for the exam and most of them came close to using the whole three hours. The first assignments were due the next Monday. I wrote the times on the board as they took the mid-term and the names of those who had signed up. I gave them a handout of all the time slots for the rest of the quarter and the available times were shown. One for the following Monday, one on Wednesday and one the following Monday. I knew I had thirty students left. There were exactly thirty slots for the assignments.

Over most weekends I went to a favorite membership resort and relaxed by the pool. No longer being married or seriously dating made my weekends open for whatever I wanted to do. Mid-term weekend the resort was always my place to read papers. Friday night after my last class, I drove towards the resort and had dinner in a nice restaurant near the resort. My car was already loaded with snacks, sodas, bottled water and sun block. All day Saturday I varied between being in the pool or sitting and reading papers. My friends, who belonged to the resort, had known me long enough to know it was mid-term week. One friend, also a teacher, stopped by and read three of the papers with grades of forty-five or above. We talked about the assignments and she wondered how she could use something like it for her high school students.

I gave her the list of the assignments so she could read over them carefully and see if any could be modified for her classes. We agreed to share lunch on Sunday. She left to join her husband for a doubles tennis game with some other friends.

When it was almost five and the sun was getting pretty low in the sky I saw a blue VW bug drive into the resort. I only noticed because it was unusual for people to show up as the sun was going down and VW bugs make an unusual noise. Most of the members enjoy being in the sun, swimming, tennis, shuffleboard, and sometimes other games best played in daylight.

I noticed the car and went back to reading.

The VW moved to the parking lot after the driver visited the office and I couldn't see the car anymore.

A few minutes later I heard a gasp and looked up. Melissa Watkins was standing fifteen feet in front of me. She had a bag in her right hand carrying her towel, sun screen and a book. She was wearing flip-flops, sun glasses and that "Idaho" cap. 

She looked frozen in place and scared to death. I stood up and walked to her and softly asked, "Is this visit for your project?"

She looked straight ahead, not at me, and nodded. With a hand on her back I guided her to the table where I had been sitting and I spread a towel on the seat and then helped her sit. I resumed my seat.

"Look at me." I said. She looked me in the face. She still looked scared.

"It's Ok. By the way, on first read your mid-term looks pretty good."

Somehow that snapped her into the present. "MrPetersonI'msorry?" It came out of her so fast it was one word. I smiled and said, "Relax. Nothing to be sorry about."

"I am here because of the project! I didn't think there was any chance I would see anyone I know. It's two hours from campus."

"MS Watkins, it's Ok. Tell me about your research, please."

She refocused again and started. "I interviewed thirty-eight people. I know you only required twenty-five but I wasn't done, you know?"

"Yes. I understand."

"I discovered that some people are afraid of some dumb things. I'm including the list in my presentation."

"Please, Tell me some of the things they are afraid of."

"I did a lot of interviews in the student union. I interviewed some of the ding-bat girls who aren't in our class."

"The ding-bat girls?"

"That's a term my Dad taught me. It's from an old TV show, or something. They're the girls who think college is all about partying and laughing and maybe getting their MRS instead of a Bachelors."

"Ahhh yes. I know who you mean."

"Anyway, they were afraid of getting dirty, having dorky clothes on in public, or being embarrassed in front of their friends. A couple said they were afraid of marrying the wrong guy."

"And, the others you interviewed?"

"Some of the men are afraid of looking weak. Mostly those were Hispanic men. They are also terrified of being seen as gay. A few of the women were afraid of that too."

"I don't see any of those fears as dumb. Are you afraid of being seen as gay?"

"No, I'm not. So what if someone thinks I am. I've been dealing with people coming on to me since the sixth grade, both male and female."

"Afraid of wearing dorky clothes?"

"I think the clothes they wear are outfits for clowns in the circus or hookers. I like my clothes. I don't flaunt, or show more than I think is appropriate." I didn't mention to her that she was nude.

"Where do you think the fears they told you about come from?"

"Their families, their friends, teachers. I think."

"Good. Who else did you interview?"

"I visited two churches and interviewed people there. That was interesting. If they were over forty they were afraid they might not be good enough to get into Heaven. Under forty they were afraid they weren't good parents. If they were single they were afraid they wouldn't find a good spouse or be good parents if they did find a spouse."

"None of that scares you?"

"No. I think I'd like to be married, or love someone enough to want to live with them and share my life... like a best friend. The steady lovin would be good too, I think."

"But...?"

"But I don't get all crazy looking for someone. If I meet someone and we become great friends and it develops into more, great. Right now my focus is on having me be the best person I can be."

"So, who did you interview that told you about being afraid of being seen naked?"

She looked down at herself and realized we had been talking for a while without the slightest notice of being naked. She blushed. She looked at me again and said, "I interviewed another teacher at school. I don't know her, but I saw her in the library and thought, "Why not." I approached her and asked if I could interview her. She read the assignment card and smiled, then she agreed."

"What did she say?"

"She has a recurring nightmare. In the nightmare she is teaching her class, it's the first day of the quarter and she looks down at her notes and she's naked. She looks back up and some of the men are obviously excited. Then she sees her mother in the room and she wakes up."

"Did she tell you why she is afraid of the dream happening?"

"Yes. She was seen once in high school. She was in the girl's locker room and four boys climbed something so they could look in. They saw her and for months they taunted her about her birthmark. She didn't tell me where it is but she said only someone who saw her naked would have seen it. She hasn't let anyone see her naked since then, except her doctor."

"I see. Pretty hard to recreate a nightmare, so what did you do?"

She looked at the blue-books on the table and said, "I asked my mom what she would do to confront the fear of being naked. She called me back the next day and said, "If it's too late to drop the class, I'd go far away and go to a nudist resort."

"And, here you are." 

She nodded. "I didn't want to come alone, so I invited her to come with me. She's seen me naked since I was born. She wouldn't come."

"Why come this weekend?"

"I have been studying and all my mid-terms were this past week. It just made sense to come this weekend. Anyway, my presentation is in three weeks."

At that moment I noticed my teacher friend walking towards us, still carrying her tennis racket.

"We won!" she said as she got closer. Melissa turned to look at her and I stood. "Carol, I'd like you to meet Melissa."

Carol extended her hand and Melissa shook it, trying not to look at her naked body. She failed. Her discomfort was obvious. Carol looked at me and asked, "Number twenty-three?" I nodded and Melissa looked at me. Carol sat beside her and said, "Your teacher lent me the assignment list so I could see if I could adapt any of them to my classes. I teach at Paul Revere High, in Banning."

"And you figured I was number twenty-three?"

"It's fairly obvious that this is your first time in a socially nude environment. You sit like you were taught. Knees together, arms at your sides or folded in front of your boobs. You don't look either of us in the face easily until you forget you're naked and so are we. Not only that but look at your tan and then look at mine."

Melissa looked and saw that Carol didn't have any tan lines. The lines of her own very modest bikini showed.

"Oh."

Carol put her arm around Melissa and said, "You must have a thousand questions about being here, about the people who come here, are members and everything!"

"I don't know what to ask."

"Ask why I am a member. Ask why all the men aren't walking around with erections. Ask why your professor is a member and is here almost every weekend. Ask why we love it."

"Ok. I want the answers to all those questions."

"I promise we will answer all your questions, on two conditions."

"They are?"

"First, I get in the pool for a little while. I want to cool off from playing tennis. Two, that you and Nick join my husband and me for dinner. It's tacos made with turkey meat, a tostada salad and diet Cokes."

I said, "Deal!"

Melissa hesitated and said, "Ok. Sure. Can I bring anything?"

"A towel to sit on and your ready! We don't dress for dinner." We laughed and Melissa almost laughed. Carol looked at the big clock on the side of the building and said, "How about in an hour at cabin number four?"

"Great! Thanks for the invite. I'll make sure Melissa finds cabin four."

Carol walked to the pool and Melissa looked at me. "You're friends?"

"For about ten years. I introduced her to her husband."

"Wow! I feel like I'm on a different planet. You are so different. This place is so different than I thought it would be."

"Less or more to be afraid of than you anticipated?"

"Less!"

"Do your parents know you came here this weekend?"

"No. Mom thinks I'm coming next weekend. My Dad doesn't know anything about it. He'd freak."

"When you checked in, did you rent a cabin or bring a tent?"

"I brought a sleeping bag and hoped to rent a cabin. They're all taken. The lady in the office said I could toss my bag on any lawn. I thought if I liked it, I'd stay, but I also thought about driving home tonight."

"I think you ought to stay. So far you've only really met one person. I don't count, you already knew me."

"I didn't know you at all."

"Well, anyway, did you get the tour?"

"No."

I stood and moved to collect all the blue-books and stash them in my roll around bag. I picked up my towel and said, "Come on. Pick up your towel and follow me." She did and I gave her the tour. We saw the tennis courts where the lights were on and another doubles match was on. We watched for a couple minutes and when someone missed a ball one of the players called out to me. I waved and we moved on. No one was on the dark basketball court. Four of the older members were playing horseshoes and they greeted us as we passed. One of the men had a long scar down the middle of his chest.

"Jack had open heart last year. We almost lost him."

"Oh. I've never seen a scar like that before. And even with the scar he keeps coming here?"

"This resort isn't about having the body beautiful. This place is about the body, mind and spirit healthy and vibrant and joyful. Jack thrives here. When he and his wife retire next year they are moving here full time. Just think of the money and time they'll save. No new clothes and less laundry."

"I didn't think of that."

By the time we were headed for the cabins Melissa was comfortable enough with me that she took my hand as we walked. I liked how it felt to hold her hand.

At number four I knocked and Carol answered wearing a man's shirt. "Pardon me for dressing but frying meat naked can be hazardous to one's skin." I smiled and we entered the cabin. Carol's husband, Phil came out of the bathroom and I introduced him to Melissa.

We sat at their table and Carol served dinner. It was great. During dinner Carol and Phil answered more of Melissa's questions and introduced her to naturist thinking. By ten I could see it was time we should leave. Melissa went out the door first and Carol and Phil both winked at me. 'Not a chance', I thought, "She's my student."

The lawns were dark and the night sounds of the country were strong. We heard crickets, dogs barking in the distance and as we got close to her car we heard a coyote singing at the moon. She got her sleeping bag. As we walked back to the lawns she asked, "Will I be safe sleeping on the lawn?"

"I've never heard of anyone getting hurt there."

We walked on and finally I stopped and said, "This would probably be a good place for you. It's pretty flat. Did you bring a pillow?"

"No. I'll be Ok." She said the words but she didn't sound Ok. I pointed to my cabin. I'm in number six. If it gets cold or the noises get to you. Knock. I'll let you have the couch." I hesitated and said, "Forget the knock. The door is unlocked. I'll leave a pillow and sheet on the couch. There's also a bathroom in the cabin."

I hugged her and quickly turned and walked to my cabin. I didn't look back. Inside, I tossed a pillow and a sheet to the couch and went into the bathroom. When I came back out the door was open and Melissa was standing in it.

I walked to my bed and got in. When I looked again she was still there. I sat up.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm scared."

"Come inside and close the door." She took two steps and closed the door.

"What are you afraid of now?"

"The noises out there and the man in here."

"Ok. The first fear is irrational so it doesn't matter what I say. The second fear is worse. You have nothing to fear from me. I should be afraid of you. What would happen to my career if you went back to campus and told anyone that you slept with me?"

"We haven't done anything."

"If you curl up on the couch and sleep and I sleep over here in the bed, who would ever believe I didn't have sex with you? No one. I'm willing to trust you to stay quiet. I'm not into forcing people to do things they don't want to do. You are as safe as if you were in a Jewish convent."

"Jewish people don't have convents."

"My point, exactly."

She put her things down and spread the sheet on the couch. I waited until she was covered and then shut off the bedside light. The small night light shown from the bathroom. I got comfortable and went to sleep.

In the morning, I woke to the sound of the toilet flushing. I didn't move. She came out of the bathroom and went to the couch, but she didn't lie back down. It wasn't quite sun up but light enough. I watched her look at the couch and then at me. 

She walked to the bed and slowly got in with me. She backed up against me and settled in. I relaxed and started to go back to sleep, resolved that the game was now in her control. I was almost asleep when she gently lifted my hand and brought it over her body and put it on her chest. Not on her breast but right under them.

I went to sleep.

She woke me. The sun was up and she was facing me. I opened my eyes and she said, "I want you to love me."

"Good Morning. This is a little sudden. Tell me again."

"Ok. I'm not asking for sex. I'm twenty-six and I don't ever want just sex again. I dress like I do to discourage the men who are interested in fucking. I want to be loved. I've spent since four or five yesterday afternoon with you, naked and you didn't grope me, kiss me, or even get erect! If you aren't gay, I want more. I want you to want me and I want to participate."

"You're in my bed."

"I've been in bed with you since five. You held me tenderly and when I rubbed my butt against you, you got hard."

"What do you want me to say or do?"

"I get to say? I want you to kiss me like I'm the woman in your life. I want you to love me the way I deserve to be loved."

"What about 'I think I'd like to be married, or love someone enough to want to live with them and share my life... like a best friend. The steady lovin would be good too, I think?"

"That's what I said yesterday!"

"I know. I was there. What about it?"

"I've met two men in my life I would consider having as a best friend. My Dad was the first. You are the second. I don't want to take six months playing the dating game before we get serious. If it blows up in six months I want to look back and say, I gave it my all. I learned valuable lessons and I'm better for loving Professor Peterson."

"And, you want to get serious by opening your legs to me, even before you start using my first name?"

"Yes. I don't want to offend you by using your first name without permission, but I'd like to use it. I've been on the pill since I was sixteen. Maybe we should us a rubber too, but I want to do this."

"Did you bring a rubber?"

"No. I wasn't planning on having sex and, to be honest, I've never even seen one."

"I haven't used a rubber since my divorce five years ago. I also haven't had sex."

"Ok. We're both safe."

"How long has it been since you had sex?" I asked thinking back to her statement of never having seen a rubber.

"I'm twenty-six. It's been eleven years."

"You had sex when you were fifteen?"

"I was raped by the high school basketball coach." She said it with almost no emotion in her voice. It was there but held deep.

"Oh. Was that your first coitus?"

"First and only. I decided after that that a man had to be more than a dick for me to be interested. He had to be a man, a gentle man, and he needed to care for me more than getting inside me."

"Melissa, I want to say yes. You can tell my body loves the invitation. I can't. It isn't that I think you'll tell. If I thought that I would have locked the door last night and you'd still be out on the lawn. It's, It's that I want what you want. I want to be loved. I don't want to be a dick! I will hold you, kiss you, and become your best friend on the planet... then I will joyfully and repeatedly use every part of my body, mind and spirit to love you. Ok?"

A tear slid from her eye. She leaned to me and kissed my lips, softly. She backed away until our eyes could focus on our faces and she softly spoke. "I cannot believe what I'm feeling right now. On purpose, I'm in bed naked with a naked man for the first time in my life, he's hard, and we're not going to have sex! My body is ready! I'm dripping wet. And, I feel so respected, so... cared for and you want me to love you before we have sex. Really love you."




Unintended Consequences, Melissa



"More. I want you to know me. You are twenty-six and I know very little about you. I want to know about your favorite ice cream, your favorite music, what you like to eat besides turkey meat tostadas. I want to know what you like and what you don't. Where have you been and where do you want to go?"

"Ok! Let's get started. Beds are for sleeping and sex. I'm awake. You're awake and we're not having sex, so we should get up and go have breakfast."

"Where are your clothes?"

"In my car. Why?"

"No restaurant here. Carol didn't invite us for breakfast. We'll get dressed and drive over to the nearby diner and have breakfast."

We got up and did our morning rituals. I carried my jeans and shirt with us and we walked to Melissa's car. She held my hand. We dressed by her car and got in. On the way out we stopped at the gate and I made sure they knew we'd be back after breakfast.

Over breakfast we talked. I discovered she liked sausage more than bacon with her eggs (over medium) and pancakes. When the waitress brought my pancakes she sat a jar of peanut butter on the table. Melissa looked at me like I was nuts when I spread peanut butter on the pancakes and then added a light covering of syrup.

She watched me take a bite and then she asked if she could have one. I slid the plate in her direction and she took a bite. She spread peanut butter on her pancake and said, "I thought you were crazy. You aren't! It's good."

Melissa had a very good memory. She answered all the questions I had asked while we were in bed. Her favorite ice cream is Cherry Garcia or fudge swirl. She told me she loves soft jazz, bluegrass, ballad singers who don't sing victim songs and because of her Dad she loves John Denver. She likes Mexican food, pasta, sea food but not sushi, likes to cook but not just for herself. She liked hiking in the quiet, watching waves crash on the rocks, listening to rain hit the top of her car and the feel of sun on her skin when it isn't too hot. She told me she didn't like mushrooms, snails, sushi, small talk, being hit on, churches, cemeteries, cauliflower or okra unless it was in a good gumbo. She told me she didn't like big parties but loved small dinner parties where she got to talk to everyone. She was born in Idaho in a small town where everyone was family and moved to California when she was fifteen. On vacation the family had gone to Colorado, Washington and Oregon. As an adult she had gone to Las Vegas once. She didn't care if she ever went back. She wanted to go to Japan, Hawaii, Alaska and maybe some islands somewhere. She didn't want to go alone.

I answered the same questions for her. My favorite ice cream is Cherry Garcia and rocky road is for when I can't find Cherry Garcia. To her list of music I added folk. To her list of food likes I added that I like bar-b-que, especially ribs, gumbo, jambalaya, or most things Cajun and chili. I told her I had been to Japan, China, the Philippines, Australia and Bali outside the US and inside I had been in every state. I would like to go back to most of the places I had been and be able to show them to her. I added that there were some places I didn't want to go. The list was Iran, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Cypress, Crete, Jordan, Egypt, Sudan, Kenya... she stopped me and said she got the idea.

After we finished breakfast we went for a walk. We held hands as we walked and as we passed stores she told me and I told her our feelings about the things they sold in each store. At one store I saw some old fashioned furniture and I asked, "Tell me about your family."

"My Dad is a banker. Monday through Friday he's in a suit and tie all day. When he was in college he played football and he's still in good shape for fifty something. He plays tennis now and so does my Mom. They met in college. She was a cheerleader. They tell the story that they met during a football game. He tackled a player and they came off the field and ran into my Mom and broke her arm."

I suddenly realized I knew her parents! Brenda had told me the story herself!

"Great how-I-met-your-father story! What are their names?"

"Walter and Brenda Watkins. They live in Riverside now, but Dad wants to move closer to San Diego next year when he retires."

When we got back in the car I asked, "After school, what then?"

"I'm not sure. I'd like to teach, but what level? I think teenaged boys are too caught in their own hormones for me to teach them. They look at my chest more than they hear anything I say. Really little kids are really little, you know?"

"I teach at college for good reasons, too. Really little kids are really little. Do you want kids?"

"Maybe. If I'm going to have kids I need to do it in the next five years. The statistics on birth defects as women get older are scary." I realized I was dealing with a woman who thinks, researches and makes good decisions. The events of the early morning seemed almost out of character for her.

We got in the car and on the way back to the resort we stopped and bought sandwiches at a sandwich shop. I also got some more iced tea and water for us. We parked in the same spot where I had been parked before we left and I noticed there were twenty or so cars in the lot that hadn't been there when we left.

"Melissa, I'll take our lunch back to the cabin and get the papers I still need to grade. I think you should meet people, interview them and get whatever you need for your presentation. I'll be at the same table I was at yesterday."

We enjoyed the rest of the weekend and at the end we reluctantly parted. She molded herself to me in the parking lot before she and I got dressed and again after we were dressed.

"Good! I like hugs from you clothed as well as naked." She said. On my way home I thought about the turn of events. I had not intended that number twenty-three pick getting naked in public as a project.

When the door to my house closed I suddenly felt alone. Everything was just as I left it. Everything in the house was mine. I didn't need to look in the fridge to see what was there. I knew what was there. I became sad and nothing I did for the rest of the evening helped.

There were two bright spots in the week. The Monday one o'clock class and the Wednesday one o'clock class. On Friday I went to my office and found a note on the floor. It was addressed to Professor Peterson. It read, "I'm going back tonight. We could save gas by going together. Interested? Call me. M." It gave her number. 

I called. She answered by saying, "Where do we meet?"

I told her where a secure parking structure was located just off the number 10 freeway. She could leave her car there for the weekend and it would still be there when we returned.

"Do I need a sleeping bag?"

"Only if you want to sleep alone. If you want to share my cabin and my bed you don't need a sleeping bag."

"What time?"

"My office hours are until five. I'll be at the parking structure by five-thirty. Does that work for you?"

"I'll be waiting for you."

"The weekend just got a lot better. Thank you."

When I was eleven I remember sitting in class watching the red second hand go round and round the face of the classroom clock. The longer I watched the slower it went. At thirty-five years old it was still really slow. I closed the office at five till five and walked across campus to my car.

At five twenty-two I was off the freeway and saw Melissa sitting at the bus bench in front of the parking structure. She had the towel bag from last weekend and a small suitcase. I made a u-turn and stopped in front of her. Her smile lit up the day and she got in, kissed me and closed the door very quickly.

I drove to the on-ramp and stopped. She said, "Do we have time for a better kiss?"

I turned onto the on-ramp and pulled off to the side so others could slide by us. We leaned together and lit a fire with our lips.

When the kiss ended I asked, "Did you rub jalapeno on your lips?"

"No!"

"They sure are hot!"

"Maybe too hot?"

"No! It will take many kisses to increase my ability to withstand the intensity. Can we do it some more?"

She laughed and said, "Yes, but right now I think we should drive."

I drove and we talked. My hand found its way to her thigh. After an hour I asked, "Hungry?"

Her answer had me off the freeway and into a nice place to have a good dinner. As we left the restaurant she asked me to stop at a market. She bought things to go with the things already in my ice chest. An hour more and we were at the resort. We carried our stuff to the cabin and put things away. Along the way we kissed. We undressed and I commented on her matching pale blue bra and panties. She blushed a little and said, "Thank you, kind Sir."

At about eight someone knocked at our door. Melissa opened the door and it was Phil. He invited us for a little wine and cheese. We grabbed towels and followed him to number four. 

For two hours we talked with Carol and Phil. Melissa asked good questions and found out that they limited their nudity to in the house or back yard at home, at the resort or on a nude beach in northern California. Carol showed Melissa her clothes and they talked about how conservative Carol was when she wasn't nude.

At ten Phil stood, stretched and said, "Time for this old man to go to bed. You can join us, if you'd like."

Carol laughed and said, "He's been making that offer to couples for seven years and I think he'd fall over in a faint if someone said yes."

Melissa stood and walked to Phil and when she was six inches from her chest touching his she said, "Let's do it!"

Phil went white. He wanted to believe she was kidding and he wanted to believe this beautiful young woman had just said yes.

I saved him. I put my arm around Melissa and said, "You promised me some private kissing lessons tonight."

"Oh, you're right. Sorry Phil. Maybe some other time." I guided her through the door and toward our cabin.

"Thank you for saving me." She said.

I locked the door with us inside and I got the kissing lessons I wanted. We snuggled together in bed and did not join at the hips.

In the morning there was another knock at our door. Carol delivered bagels, eggs and coffee. She thanked us for the game we played with Phil. After eating we went to our table by the pool and I went to work grading papers.

Melissa got a notebook from her car. She walked back towards the pool and cabins. She saw two couples sitting at a table talking and headed for them, pen and notebook in hand.

When I was sitting at the table I saw Walt and Brenda. They carried bottles of water and tennis rackets. If I remembered their pattern correctly in about an hour they would be at the pool beside my table splashing and having fun. They and their daughter were about to learn something about each other.

I read three blue-books and gave the grades they deserved when I was interrupted by Carol. "Well?" She asked.

I looked up and said, "She slept in my cabin. We didn't have sex. I don't intend to have sex with her as long as she's my student."

"I knew you were that moral. You're that kind of guy. If I didn't have Phil I'd probably go for you myself." She sat down and asked, "You will date her after the quarter is over?"

"Date and probably marry."

She looked at me hard and long. "You are serious."

"Serious as a heart attack. I am getting to know her and so far she is what and who I want. I'm not rushing but... this could be very serious."

"I'll make a sign and a hundred women will cry tonight."

"What sign?"

"Nick is no longer available!"

"Hang it from the awning of this table. It's true."

She got up and came around to me, got me to stand and gave me a full body kiss. "Congratulations! I'm very happy for you both." 

"Thanks." We let the embrace go. "Carol, how well do you know Walt and Brenda?"

"They are damn good tennis players. Not overly aggressive but finesse players. Walt practices by putting a quarter on the court somewhere and going to the other side of the net and sees if he can return the shot from the machine to hit the quarter. I've seen him hit it more than once."

"What about off the court?"

"They are sociable, nice folks. At the parties and dances they laugh and everyone enjoys having them around, why?"

"I think number twenty-three doesn't know her parents are naturists."

"Nick! They're here!"

"I know. I saw them a few minutes ago headed for the tennis courts. Melissa is out interviewing naked people for her school project."

"Is she coming back to have lunch with you?"

"Yes. And, her parents will be headed this way for a dip in the pool when the tennis is done."

She turned to go, stopped and said, "Save me a seat. I'll get my stuff and we can watch together." She scurried off and in less than ten minutes was back. I finished one more blue-book while she was gone. I made room for her things on the table and she sat down on the same side as me. 

I graded two more blue-books and Carol said, "Her comes your wife." She said it very softly. I looked up and she was right. Melissa was headed right for us, a huge smile on her face.

She got to us and said "Good morning" to Carol and "Hi Sweetheart" to me. I asked, "Have you put on any sunscreen this morning?"

"When we got up I did." I grabbed my tube of sun block and went to her side of the table. I started at her shoulders and did her shoulders, back and legs then I did her beautiful butt. When I finished her back side I said, "There." 

She turned and faced me and softly asked, "Won't the front burn?" I looked at her face and knew she wanted me to touch her. I loaded my hands with sun block and started at her shoulders. She raised her arms and I slathered all the skin of her torso and arms. That process had me holding her slippery breasts in my hands and I felt the nipples tighten. When they did I looked at her face and she had half closed eyes and her head tilted back a little. 

I sat and slathered her feet, ankles, shins and knees. She spread her feet apart just an inch or so when I started on her right thigh. I had reloaded my hands with sun block for her left thigh and had made the first application from knee to hip when I heard a man's voice say, "Melissa?"

She opened her eyes and focused on the man who said it. It took a few seconds for her brain to process that the naked man standing in front of her, next to her naked Mom, was her Dad. Dad and Mom were also in shock.

"Daddy! You're naked!" She screamed.

It was perfect. Dad, Mom and everyone nearby broke into laughter. She realized that what she said was stating the obvious and that she was naked too. I helped her sit down on the bench beside me. 

Walt grabbed two chairs and put them by us. He and Brenda sat down. I stood and said, "I'll give you some privacy."

Melissa looked up at me and her eyes said, "Please don't go." Walt said, "Sit down." He was used to be obeyed. I obeyed.

"Melissa, I thought you were coming here next weekend." Her mother said.

"I was, but the more I thought about it the more I knew I needed to come and do the research before then."

"Well, the secret is out." Walt said. "Your Mom and I have been coming here for five or six years."

"Mom, why wouldn't you come with me? You do it anyway."

"Oh sure, I come with you and we walk onto the grounds and that guy over there (she pointed to him) says, "Morning Brenda." My cover would be blown. I figured if you came on your own, and you liked it, I could tell you about us. If you didn't like it, it would never be a subject of conversation."

"Nick, I see that you have covered my daughter in sun block. Are you a boy scout doing a good deed for today or is there something you want to tell me?"

"Actually, there are two things I want to tell you. First, I'm the professor who gave the assignment that caused her research. She didn't know I come here and I didn't know what fear she had picked to confront."

"You said two things."

"Yes. The second thing Melissa and I have talked around since last weekend without me saying it, or her saying it. The short version is, I intend to love, marry and care for your daughter for the rest of our lives." 

I looked at Melissa as I said it and tears ran down her cheeks, she helped us to our feet and she kissed me with her entire body, mind and spirit.

"Is that a yes?" I asked.

"Yes!" I didn't let go. We both looked at her parents.

Mom watched us holding each other and then said, "I think you should get a room." Dad nodded. Then his eye brows went up and he asked, "Last weekend?"

"Yes," Melissa said, "I came last weekend too. I liked it and I like the man I met." She put her hand on my leg. "So, I came back. Nick has a room. I slept in it last weekend and last night and we didn't have sex. I plan to be in it again tonight, sharing the bed with him and sharing all of me with him."

Dad asked, "What about the student-teacher ethics question?"

"I plan to have the class grade her presentation and Carol (I pointed at her) re-grade her mid-term. That way I'm not in any danger of an ethics charge."

Dad looked at both of us for long enough I was uncomfortable. Then he said, "We're going swimming. An hour of tennis needs some pool time. Join us?"

The five of us walked to the pool and splashed and laughed together for a little while. Carol got out before we did and went to the office. When we got out we agreed to meet back at the bench with our lunches. Melissa went to get ours and Brenda went to get theirs. Walt and I sat as I gathered the rest of the papers into my roll around case.

"Is she a good student?"

"You know she is. You've done a great job of being Dad. She loves both of you a lot. She told me about you and she was a ways into her story when I realized Brenda had told me the same story."

"The broken arm?"

"That's the one."

"Best tackle I ever made."

"I agree. I get the long term benefit."

"I've been getting the long term benefit for nearly thirty years."

Carol walked up and clipped a piece of cardboard to the awning above the table. She had used a black magic marker to make a sign. "Nick is off the market."

We heard laughter and saw Melissa and Brenda walking towards us laughing at the sign.

"God, Son, aren't we lucky men? Look at them. I may be prejudiced, but they're both incredibly beautiful." The fact that he called me Son had not escaped my notice. It felt good.

Carol was joined by Phil and they went to have their lunch somewhere else. We laughed and talked through lunch and Walt and Brenda saw where we were in our intentional relationship. They asked good questions and we answered truthfully.

When I finally noticed the time it was because the sun had gone behind the pool house. It was after five. Brenda reminded Walt they needed to get home and so they left us. I got a hug from Brenda and a manly hug from Walt. Melissa said, "I'm going to their car with them. Shall I meet you at the cabin?" I nodded.

I watched Mom, Dad and daughter walk off with Melissa in the middle, her arms around her parents. I gathered my things, including the sign, and went to the cabin. Inside I got things together for the trip to my car. I sat on the couch and thought about the weekend. I also thought about the rest of my life.

The cabin door opened and Melissa came in. She sat beside me and she said, "I love you."

"I love you too."

"I want you to love me." 

"I do."

"Ok. I want you to join your body to mine. I don't want to wait any more. Can we?"

"Well, as I recall, it's a process. I need to take you out to dinner a few times. We need to sit in a dark theatre a few times, sharing popcorn. We need to go dancing at least once and to a party at least once and I think I need to get you drunk. Then we can do it."

"Bull! We don't need any of that! We just need a bed, our warm bodies, some kissing practice and then I need a lesson in joining in love."




Unintended Consequences, Melissa



"Oh. Well, there's a bed."

"Here's my warm body." She got on the bed.

"And, here's mine." I got on the bed with her.

Her arms wrapped around me and she said, "Kissing practice begins now!"

We went very slowly and progressed to the joining. My body wanted to go fast, hard and bellow like a cave man. I fought hard internally and went slowly, ministered to all of her and when we joined it was as close to a spiritual experience as I had ever had with another human being.

We lay next to each other recovering for a while. We held hands and when we could breathe normally we resumed touching, kissing and caressing. We fell asleep entwined.

In the middle of the night we woke up and joined again. In the light of the next morning we joined again. At nine the knock came at our door. I got up and opened the door. Carol handed me eggs, sausage, toast and two cups of coffee. She looked in our room and said, "You didn't last to the end of the quarter."

Melissa said, "Thank God! Carol, I am so happy!"

She smiled, closed the door and left us alone. We ate the breakfast she gave us and went back to bed. We ate the lunch from our ice chest and went back to bed. At about five the knock came at the door again. Melissa went to the door.

When she opened it Carol started laughing.

"What?" Melissa asked.

"It smells like sex in there!"

"It's a spray from Glade. Nothing sexual is happening in here."

"Right! Whatever is going on in there must be a virus. Phil and I caught it from you and I think our cabin probably smells like yours. I just came by to tell you what the weather was like today. I know the two of you didn't see it. It was seventy-eight, a slight breeze from the west and a few puffy clouds in the morning."

"Thank you. Would you and Phil be interested in going to dinner with us? We can eat somewhere on our way to the freeway before we go home."

"There's a place Phil has wanted to try. It's right by the ten freeway. What time?"

"How about we meet in the parking lot in forty minutes?"

You got a deal." Carol turned and headed for their cabin. Melissa closed the door and said, "I think I'm bruised." Her hand was on her pubic bone.

"Is that a complaint?"

"No! I'm bragging! I'll be feeling you loving me for days."

"I'm bruised too. It feels delicious."

Let's shower and clean up. We need to load your car too."

We did it all and had a few extra minutes before we needed to be in the parking lot. We spent those minutes kissing.

At the car we loaded everything in, dressed and Melissa rode with Phil, Carol with me. That way both cars had a person who knew where we were going. When we parked I saw that Phil and Melissa were laughing.

"What's the laughter about?" I asked.

"Melissa said I smelled like sex!"

"And?" Carol added.

"I said, we showered. She laughed harder and said we must have had lots of good sex if I still smelled like it."

"And?" I asked.

"I realized she got me to admit we had sex! If she had asked, I probably would have said no."

"I told them we had sex." Carol said.

We went inside and had great food. I ordered bar-b-qued ribs, baked beans and Phil ordered the same. Both Carol and Melissa ordered salads with bbq chicken in it. As we ate Melissa asked if we were going to the resort the next weekend. We agreed to go.

"Then plan for a feast on Saturday evening. The ribs you boys are eating now are good. The one's I make are better. Interested?"

Carol asked, "Can I help?"

"Yes. I'll invite my Dad to help too. He's the one who taught me how to make good ribs. Maybe Mom will make cole slaw. Carol can you make beans?"

"Oh yes! Carol makes an incredible mixed bean casserole." It was set. We paid the bill and went to our cars. This time Carol rode with Phil and Melissa with me. We waved and they got on the freeway headed south and we got on headed north.

When we got close to the parking structure where Melissa's car was waiting for her she looked over at me and squeezed my thigh. I glanced at her and she smiled, but it was a sad smile.

"What happens now?" She asked.

"We go home. I have two classes tomorrow and two on Tuesday."

"Do I go home to my tiny, dingy, cheap apartment and be all alone?"

"Yes!" I paused just long enough and said, "Just long enough to get enough clothes and things for a few days and then I want you to come home."

She squeezed my thigh again and said, "That's the answer I wanted." 

When I got home I made some room in a closet, some more room in a chest of drawers and Melissa filled all those spaces as well as the empty spaces in my heart.

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