Oscar Meyers
Part 2: Academia
By 
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2005

Chapter 11

Oscar stood outside the college for ten minutes, his hand stroking 
the gold medallion on his chest. He decided that he couldn't put off 
entering any longer. Fear warred with his curiosity about how 
people would react to him after the revelation he was a Druid. He 
was afraid it would distance him from his classmates, something 
he didn't want to have happen. 

Upon entering the building, his medallion dropped to the floor with 
a dull clang. Oscar froze and stared at it for almost a full minute 
before bending down to pick it up. It had been a comforting 
presence and its sudden absence was like a cold shower. In his 
hand, it felt cold and lifeless. He stared at the medallion.

"I was afraid of that," commented Oliver startling Oscar from his 
trance. The Grand Druid took a couple of steps towards the red 
robed Druid. He looked down at the medallion in the younger 
man's hand and shook his head in sympathy. 

"I guess I knew that would happen," said Oscar feeling empty. He 
looked up at the Grand Druid with a sad expression on his face. He 
knew the Grand Druid understood the feeling since he'd lost his 
medallion twice.

Oliver held out the wooden box in which Oscar had stored the 
medallion. Oscar accepted the box and laid the medallion into it 
with care. It was almost physically painful to shut the lid. With a 
sigh, he handed the box back to Oliver. Softly, he said, "Take care 
of it."

"I'll take your gun, too," said Oliver nodding his agreement.

Fishing the gun out of his pocket, Oscar unloaded it and handed it 
over. With deft and competent motions, Oliver checked to make 
sure that the chamber was empty and then put the gun into his 
pocket. Seeing that Oscar was about to remove his robe, Oliver 
held up a hand to stop him and, once he had Oscar's attention, said, 
"You'll want to keep that for the moment. I suggest you go over to 
the house and get some rest before coming back to school."

"Thanks," replied Oscar. He was tired despite having napped on 
the flight back. A transport plane was not a particularly good place 
for sleeping. He had not slept for a significant amount of time 
since leaving the college four days earlier. The field was not the 
place to take naps.

"They are waiting for you," said Oliver with a smile.

"Who?"

"You've got to be kidding me. Georgia and Debbie, of course," 
retorted Oliver in surprise.

"Oh, yeah." Oscar wondered what kind of reception he would 
receive from the two women. The relationship had been strained 
for a long time before he left on the mission. He hoped he wouldn't 
have to choose between them since there wasn't any way for him to 
do that. In a way, he wished Georgia waited for him without 
Debbie. He knew the two of them had a lot of things they had to 
discuss, one of which was Debbie.

Raising an eyebrow at the lack of enthusiasm, Oliver said, "Come 
back tomorrow for classes. You didn't miss much. School wasn't 
exactly suspended while you were gone, but most of the students 
and faculty were glued to the television watching what you were 
doing."

"We made the news?" asked Oscar. For a half a moment he 
wondered if they had broadcast anything that included him. He 
almost hit his forehead with the palm of his hand when he recalled 
the trip through the bureaucracy of the Turkish government had 
included an entourage of reporters. Of course they had made the 
news.

"Made the news? You guys were the news for three days," replied 
Oliver. The fourteen Druids, with the support of five governments, 
had removed over eighteen thousand terrorists in a single day of 
fighting. The third largest terrorist organization in the world had 
suddenly blinked out of existence. Syria who had been a major 
financial supporter of the organization was reeling from its 
destruction. Iran had been very subdued in its reaction, unwilling 
to admit that it had played a role in supporting it or in destroying it. 

Iran was not the only country that denied involvement. The United 
States denied it had a role in the action despite the fact that it had 
supplied materials and transportation. Oliver, as a result of a 
request by Ed Biggers, had given a press release identifying it as a 
Druid Operation undertaken in support of the Fusion Foundation, 
an international humanitarian aid organization. 

Middle Eastern countries did not accept that the Druids had acted 
on their own accord. It was almost universally believed that they 
had been used as pawns of the American government and the 
Israelis. The idea that the Fusion Foundation workers had never 
been taken hostage was mentioned quite frequently among a 
number of news agencies. European news agencies claimed it was 
a move to solidify American claims on oil in the Middle East. 

Oscar felt his role in the entire operation was marginal. As far as 
he was concerned, he'd been a bodyguard for Ed. He didn't mind 
that role, but he didn't think it was significant enough to mention. 
He said, "Well, the others were much more involved than I."

"Are you kidding? Both Turkey and Iraq mentioned it was the 
intimidating presence of the 'devil woman' and the 'desert ghost' 
that convinced them to support the operation. When Penny 
dispatched the man attempting to kill Ed, she sent a message across 
the whole middle east. Druids are to be respected. 

"When you rose out of the tarmac to kill a suicide bomber, you 
reinforced that message. They recognize and respect strength. Both 
of you demonstrated exactly the kind of strength they admire the 
most. Don't discount that contribution," said Oliver. He was aware 
that Oscar had just cemented a reputation of strength throughout 
the Middle East and earned the respect of every warrior in that part 
of the world.

Oscar was surprised by the vehemence with which Oliver had 
delivered his explanation. Used to being a hands-on kind of 
operator, he was uncomfortable with the more subdued role in 
which he had been cast. He felt that his real contribution had been 
keeping Ed and Penny alive. Doubtfully, he said, "If you say so."

"The rumors say you scared the Iranians into supporting the 
operation," commented Oliver with a smile. Seeing the 
uncomfortable expression on Oscar's face, he said, "Now go get 
some rest."

"Thank you, I am a little tired," said Oscar as he turned and left the 
building. It wasn't a long walk to the Bigger House, but it took 
enough time to allow him to sort out some of his feelings about the 
mission. He hadn't felt comfortable with fighting inside a city and 
his mind was working out ways in which he could have handled it 
better. 

It didn't take enough time for him to figure out what he was going 
to say to Georgia and Debbie. Oscar knocked on the door rather 
than walk into the house. Since the fight with Georgia and Debbie, 
he hadn't felt comfortable intruding without an invitation.

He didn't have to wait long before Debbie, wearing a blue robe, 
opened the door. His cock reacted immediately upon seeing her. It 
surprised him since he hadn't had that reaction since the morning in 
the glade with the Two-Sided One. He groaned at the thought it 
was going to happen to him from then on.

"You're that upset at seeing me," asked Debbie surprised by his 
groan.

Looking down at his cock, Oscar said, "Nope. Just had an 
involuntary physical reaction to seeing you, I'm afraid."

She glanced down and blushed when she realized what he meant. 
His interest in her was announcing itself in a most obscene manner. 
At least the time in the college enabled her to understand it for 
what it was -- an involuntary action of the body. Stepping back, 
she said, "Come in. We've been expecting you."

"That's good, I guess," replied Oscar wondering if it was really 
such a good thing. He stepped into the house and looked around 
trying to get a feel for the reception he would get.

"She's in the living room," said Debbie thinking that he was 
searching for Georgia. She didn't want to say that she was more 
than a little disappointed to learn that his thoughts went to Georgia 
first. She closed the door and took his hand in hers. Searching for a 
neutral topic, she said, "You look tired."

"I am. There weren't many chances to sleep," said Oscar. "I've 
missed you."

Debbie leaned over and kissed him. The kiss quickly escalated into 
a very passionate exchange. It took his breath away and left her 
flushed. He walked numbly as she led him to the living room. This 
was not the reception that he had been expecting and he wondered 
what was happening. 

Georgia had risen from the couch and was waiting for him in the 
living room. She looked over at him seeing her warrior returning 
from battle. It reminded her of the man with whom she had fallen 
in love. She said, "Welcome home, my warrior."

Seeing Georgia reminded Oscar how much he loved her. She was 
so beautiful in both body and spirit. There was an inner fierceness 
that resonated with his soul. He had to hold himself back from 
rushing to her. He smiled and said, "It is good to be home."

"He's tired and hungry," said Debbie still holding onto his hand. 
She released his hand and took a step away so that he could greet 
Georgia in a proper fashion.

Georgia noticed the erection and smiled at seeing it. She stepped 
over to Oscar and kissed him. Her kiss was hard and demanding, 
fully consistent with her fundamental character. Still holding his 
hand, she turned to Debbie and suggested, "Why don't you take 
him to get cleaned up while I make a soup and sandwich?"

"Good idea," answered Debbie with a smile. She tugged on his arm 
to lead him away.

Oscar watched as the two women exchanged a glance that was 
filled with a meaning he couldn't decipher. Still looking at 
Georgia, he allowed himself to be led away. With his body half 
turned to Georgia, he saw her wink at him and smile. Confused by 
her actions, he turned to Debbie in time to catch a very satisfied 
expression on her face. 

Upon reaching the bathroom, Debbie removed his robe with quick 
easy movements. He couldn't believe his eyes when she stripped as 
well. Her naked body was splendid and the sight of it made his 
cock throb. With Georgia nearby, he was worried about acting 
upon his desires. Moving to the controls of the shower, she turned 
on the water and adjusted the temperature.

Shocking Oscar, she gently pushed him into the shower. Pressing 
her body against his back, she proceeded to wash him. Her stiff 
nipples pressed into his back sending shivers of excitement 
through his body. Her soapy hands washed his chest before 
moving down to his erect cock. It wasn't long before she was 
giving him the best handjob that he had ever received. He groaned 
as he asked, "What about Georgia?"

"It's her turn after I'm done," answered Debbie as she sped up her 
strokes on his cock. She enjoyed the reaction of his body to her 
touch. 

"Her turn?" gasped Oscar as he processed her statement. Within 
seconds, his body shuddered and ropes of come shot onto the floor 
of the shower. His legs threatened to give out on him.

Once Oscar had come, Debbie turned her attention back to 
cleaning his body. Stunned by the turn of events, Oscar stood in 
place and allowed her to wash him. When she finished, she moved 
to stand in front of him. She posed with her legs spread and her 
hands cupping her breasts. In as seductive of a voice as she could 
manage, she said, "My turn."

Hands trembling, Oscar started to wash her. She turned so that he 
could start by washing her back. His cock, soft for almost all of 
five minutes, returned to its erect state. The gentle caress of his 
hands on her legs threatened to take her to an orgasm. She 
wondered if the ease with which she achieved pleasure from his 
touch was a gift or a punishment from the Gods and Goddesses. 
No woman should find herself so weak at the hands of a man 
despite the overwhelming pleasure that it brought.

Oscar washed Debbie's hair. She found the experience erotic and 
thrilling. It was a surprise to her when she actually moaned as his 
hands caressed her scalp. She wondered when the scalp had 
become an erogenous zone. She caught herself before her hand had 
made its way to between her legs. A small shudder shot through 
her body as if she were having a mini-orgasm. Based on the 
tingling in her body, she decided that he could wash her hair 
anytime. 

Oscar rinsed her hair and said, "We had best get out of the shower 
before we turn into prunes."

Kneeling down, she lifted his balls in her hands and replied, "Too 
late. You're all wrinkled down here."

Her hand gently lifting his balls felt good. Despite having just 
come, Oscar had already achieved another erection while washing 
her. Now it had swelled even larger and was becoming painful. He 
smiled and ran a hand across her breasts as he said, "Oh my, we 
better hurry up and get out. I'd hate for these precious treasures to 
get all wrinkled too."

Debbie laughed and stepped up to him. Placing a passionate kiss 
on his lips, she savored the moment before stepping back. She 
couldn't believe how aggressive she had been. With a sigh, she 
said, "You need to eat and get your strength back. I have a feeling 
you aren't going to get much rest today. You have two women to 
satisfy and I'm feeling pretty insatiable."

The comment nearly caused Oscar to drop a towel when he 
realized what she meant about satisfying two women. The pair 
dried each other off with large fluffy blue towels. The soft texture 
of the towels tickled and left them feeling excited. Holding hands, 
they left the bathroom without dressing and headed towards the 
bed. Debbie laid down on the bed and held out her arms for Oscar 
to join her. 

Looking at the sight of Debbie open and waiting for him, was 
almost too much for Oscar. He paused and asked, "What about 
Georgia?"

From the door, Georgia answered, "I'll be watching to make sure 
that you do it right. Once I'm convinced that you did it correctly, 
then it is my turn."

Oscar spun and looked at Georgia. She was leaning against the 
doorframe enjoying the surprised look on his face. Unable to 
believe what he was hearing, he asked, "What are you telling me?"

"I'm telling you to get in bed and make love to Debbie," answered 
Georgia watching him with a twinkle in her eyes. The two women 
had come to an agreement while Oscar was out of town. The idea 
that he had fully expected to die on that mission had made each re-
evaluate their relationship with him. 

Debbie reached up and took his hand. He turned to look at her and 
their eyes locked. He lowered himself to the bed without breaking 
eye contact. They proceeded to make love. The touches were soft 
and gentle. They took their time exploring each other's bodies. 
Gentle caresses, teasing kisses, and long hugs created an aura of 
intimacy.

Debbie, true to her nature, was soft and giving -- yielding to his 
desires. Her tenderness drove Oscar to a gentleness he had never 
experienced with Georgia. He entered her slowly. They moved 
together as one. Her body enveloped his. Her hips, welcoming his 
every thrust, rose in time with his thrusts. Oscar reveled in the 
feelings produced by her gentleness.

Watching from the door, Georgia could not believe her eyes. She 
had never seen anything like it. The gentleness of their sharing 
took her breath away. As she watched, she wondered how Oscar 
could ever want to sleep with her again. She knew, watching them 
together, that Debbie was everything that she wasn't. Her breath 
caught in her throat at the thought that she may have just lost Oscar 
to Debbie.

Debbie came with a soft shudder that ran through her body. It was 
almost dainty the way that she shuddered. She emitted a long low 
moan of pleasure. Oscar, unable to hold back any longer, released 
his control and came deep within her. His body shook as he held 
her body close to his.

"Wow," exclaimed Georgia unable to tear her eyes away from the 
pair. She backed out to finish making lunch and allow the couple a 
little privacy.

Oscar moved so that he was no longer covering Debbie. She curled 
up beside him a satisfied smile on her face. It had been everything 
she had fantasized and more. He reached out and held her as he 
recovered from his orgasm. He'd never experienced anything 
comparable.

Debbie recovered and stretched. She had never experienced such a 
level of intimacy and she reveled in the feeling. It was hard to 
believe that she had denied herself of such pleasure for so long. 
She said, "That was heavenly."

"Yes, it was," agreed Oscar hoping this wasn't going to be the only 
time they made love. 

Rising from the bed, Debbie looked back at Oscar unable to 
believe what she had just experienced. Oscar watched her leave the 
bed, puzzled that she would want to leave after what they had just 
done. Beckoning him with a finger, Debbie said, "It is time for 
lunch."

He walked with Debbie into the dining room where Georgia had 
set out a large lunch. Debbie's nipples had become hard and erect 
in response to the simple act of holding hands. Her body was 
telling of the pleasures that she had denied herself over the past 
few months. 

Georgia was seated at the table and looked at the couple as they 
entered the room. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that 
tensions between the couple had been removed and replaced with 
love. She smiled at Debbie and asked, "Feeling better now?"

"Yes, very much better," replied the young woman looking over at 
Georgia's naked body. She was once again reminded of the 
contrast between the two women. Georgia had a body that looked 
strong and soft at the same time. Her own body was soft and 
delicate looking. Georgia was tanned while her skin was white. 

Debbie ran the fingers of her left hand through her brown hair 
feeling that it was still slightly damp from the shower. They sat at 
the plain table settings Georgia had placed for them. A large tureen 
of tomato soup was directly in front of Oscar's seat. He knew her 
well enough to know that it was canned soup. In the center of the 
table, a plate was piled high with grilled cheese sandwiches. 
Looking around, Oscar spotted a small plate with some saltine 
crackers. He grinned and said, "Oh, my favorite lunch - complete 
with crackers."

"Of course. How could I forget?" asked Georgia. It seemed to her 
that every time he came over to the house that he wanted grilled 
cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for lunch. She understood 
putting saltines in the tomato soup, but she'd never heard of putting 
slices of tomatoes within a grilled cheese sandwich. After hearing 
him talk about how his mother used to make them, she had tried it 
and found she didn't care for it. She had understood how he would 
prefer American cheese to her Velveeta, since that was a common 
preference. She leaned over and ladled some soup into his bowl. 

Smiling, Oscar grabbed some crackers and crumbled them into the 
soup. He glanced over and noticed that Debbie was shaking her 
head while Georgia filled her bowl. Curious, he asked, "What's 
wrong?"

"You both put crackers in your soup. How can you stand it?" asked 
Debbie with a shudder. The soggy mass that floated atop the soup 
looked disgusting.

"Love it," answered Oscar with a grin. He reached out and grabbed 
a sandwich noticing that she had made them with slices of 
tomatoes. Pleased, he commented, "Tomatoes in the sandwiches."

"Oh, I forgot. The sandwiches on the left side of the plate have 
tomatoes. Those on the right are without," replied Georgia. "The 
ones in the middle have Velveeta cheese."

Debbie took a plain sandwich. She looked across the table and 
noticed that Georgia's sandwich was made with Velveeta cheese 
rather than American cheese. It struck her that despite the fact 
these were common dishes, there were a large number of 
variations. She was surprised Georgia had taken the time to make 
so many different sandwiches. That was more like something she'd 
do than Georgia would. She commented, "You really put a lot of 
effort into this lunch."

Oscar had just taken a sip of his soup when Georgia replied, "I 
guess I wanted to do something a little special for our first day as a 
Triad."

Choking when the soup went down the wrong pipe, Oscar covered 
his mouth coughing so hard that tears appeared in his eyes. 
Concerned, Debbie patted him on the back. It took several minutes 
for him to catch his breath. Throat sore, he croaked, "Our first day 
as a Triad?"

"Isn't that what a relationship involving three people is called?" 
asked Georgia.

Debbie nodded her agreement and said, "Yes, it is."

Oscar took a deep breath still trying to recover from inhaling his 
soup. Georgia could see he hadn't recovered yet and fetched a glass 
of water. After she handed it to him, he took a large sip and then 
sighed giving voice to his relief. Not quite sure what the two 
women meant by a Triad, he asked, "What does that mean? We are 
a Triad?"

Georgia looked over at Debbie with a smile before she answered, 
"Well, I guess that it means you have two girlfriends."

"Okay," replied Oscar wondering what kind of relationship had 
developed between Georgia and Debbie while he had been gone. 
Were they lovers now? A lot could happen in four days. He didn't 
know and couldn't figure out a proper way to ask without angering 
them.

The young redhead winked at the blond and said, "At least you'll 
have two girlfriends until you get married. Then I guess you'll have 
two wives."

"Aren't I supposed to be the one doing the proposing?" asked 
Oscar surprised by the marriage discussion. Any concerns about 
the relationship between the two women evaporated.

"Is that a proposal? Pretty lame if it was," commented Georgia. 
Oscar dropped his soupspoon and scrambled to pick it up.

"Not very romantic," agreed Debbie enjoying Oscar's reaction, 
"and I'm not sure that we should accept until he puts a little more 
heart into it."

"Definitely," said Georgia nodding vigorously.

Realizing that the two women were teasing him, Oscar replied, "I 
better head back to Iran. It's a lot safer there. At least the people 
are only trying to kill me and not lock me up forever."

"Oh, that's cold," declared Georgia. She exchanged a glance with 
the other woman. In that glance an entire conversation took place.

When everyone had finished eating, Debbie stood up and walked 
over to Oscar's chair. Putting a hand on his shoulder, she said, 
"Come with me."

Confused, Oscar followed Debbie back to the bedroom. Looking 
over his shoulder, he saw that Georgia was following them. Debbie 
led him to the bed and said, "Lay down."

Oscar lay down on the bed expecting Debbie to join him. She 
backed away after giving him a wink and turned to Georgia when 
she entered the room. With a few quick steps, Georgia made her 
way to the bed. She jumped into the bed and grabbed Oscar. He 
grabbed her and they wrestled for half a minute before ending up 
in a hard passionate kiss. George, Georgia's aggressive sexual 
personality, emerged with a vengeance.  

Georgia pushed Oscar onto his back and reached down to his cock. 
He had become erect under the onslaught of her passion. Satisfied, 
she lowered herself onto his cock without need for foreplay. With a 
growl, she started to rock on his cock. Her movements were hard 
and demanding. She took her pleasure from him and he provided 
it. Their coupling was frantic. 

Shocked by the fierce nature of their coupling, Debbie watched 
with wide-eyes. She'd never seen anything like it. Their actions 
reminded her of battle rather than love. The feral glow in Oscar's 
eyes conveyed that he was enjoying this as much as Georgia. She 
wondered how he could have been satisfied by her gentle 
lovemaking. 

Oscar wrestled Georgia and ended atop her. With hard savage 
thrusts, he pounded into her. Georgia scratched his back and yelled 
like a fury -- expressing her passion with a loud voice. She 
wrapped her legs around his buttocks and pulled him into her. It 
had been too long since they had done this.

With an animalistic growl, Oscar came. As his come pumped into 
her, Georgia came. Her legs locked around him and she screamed 
out her pleasure. It was intense. They stayed frozen in place and 
then collapse to bed. Each was hot and sweaty; breathing hard 
from their energetic coupling. 

Georgia moved her head back and said, "I've missed that so much."

"That was intense," said Oscar in agreement. He reached over and 
put a hand on her hard stomach. 

The couple relaxed for a moment. Oscar's breathing slowed and 
then he fell asleep. Georgia smiled and then rolled out of bed. She 
whispered, "We wore him out."

"You wore him out," replied Debbie staring at Georgia. After such 
a workout, she figured that Georgia should be wiped out and not 
standing by the bed looking fresh and alert.

The two women, still naked, went into the kitchen. Debbie 
immediately started to clear the table wondering if Oscar would 
ever be interested in her again. She'd been totally amazed at the 
furious lovemaking she had witnessed. While carrying the bowls 
over to the sink, she said, "I guess better get back to the school 
now."

"Why do you say that?" 

"I saw you two together. By the Gods and Goddesses, that was 
incredible. He'll never be interested in me." She gently placed the 
bowls into the sink and stood there staring at them.

"How can you say that?" asked Georgia puzzled by the statement. 
She'd been thinking that her time in bed had been her grand 
farewell. She stepped over to the table to pick up the plates and 
said, "I saw you two together. I've never seen anything so tender. 
That was probably my last time with him."

"Huh?"

Facing the table, Georgia wanted to cry as she thought back to 
what she had seen when Debbie was in bed with Oscar. She loved 
Oscar too much to be jealous that he'd found a woman who was so 
tender. Emotions choked her voice as she said, "I've never been 
that feminine in bed. He's got to miss that."

Debbie stared at Georgia's back unable to believe what she had 
heard. She'd seen the desire and passion on Oscar's face. Unable to 
stop herself, she blurted out, "He loves you and the way that you 
make love to him. I could see the way that he reacted to you."

Georgia turned and looked back at Debbie expecting to see a 
smirk. Instead, she found vulnerability. "You're serious."

"Yes, I am. I'll head back to the college now," said Debbie.

"Don't go. He loves you."

"He loves you."

The two women stared at each other, each wondering if the other 
was telling the truth. It was an unusual situation. Georgia broke the 
silence when she said, "He said you are favored by the Goddess."

"And you are favored by the God." Debbie smiled and said, "Each 
time you find something in my favor, I find something in yours."

Georgia laughed and said, "I guess it is a tie."

"Let's finish cleaning up," said Debbie falling into a domestic role 
that she had missed since entering the college. 

The two women worked side by side in the kitchen without 
touching. Despite the closeness each felt for the other, their nudity 
and gender constituted a barrier that neither one was willing to 
cross. As they rinsed dishes and put them in the dishwasher, each 
woman thought about her time with Oscar. When they finished 
with the dishes, Debbie said, "Too bad he's asleep. I'm already 
horny for the little guy again."

"Same here," commented Georgia with a giggle. She asked, "Do 
you think we should wake him up?"

"He's never going to get a minute of peace when we're around."

"You can say that again," said Georgia. 

"I guess we should let him sleep. He was pretty tired," said Debbie 
with a sigh. "So what do we do now?"

"I don't know. I don't feel like taking a nap." The time spent in bed 
with Oscar had energized her and she felt like doing something, 
but she didn't know what.

"I know what you mean," said Debbie. A very pleasant thought 
crossed her mind. "I'd like to cook dinner. I never get to cook over 
at the college."

More than happy to give up a domestic chore, Georgia said, "No 
problem. I hate to cook. Maybe I'll watch a little television while 
you're putting dinner together."

Debbie opened the freezer and checked out what it contained. 
Straightening up, she looked over at Georgia and asked, 
"Television dinners?"

"Hey, I don't like to cook," answered the blond.