Oscar Meyers Part 2: Academia By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2005 Chapter 18 Oscar woke up in his dorm room and stretched. It was his birthday and he wondered what the women were going to do to celebrate it. He didn’t really enjoy his birthday and just hoped that he’d get through it. He glanced over at Sandy. She was awake and watching him. Holding up an MRE, Sandy asked, “Not going to wait around for breakfast in bed?” Oscar groaned at the sight of the MRE. Nearly every woman in the school had heard about his attempt to serve Debbie breakfast in bed for her birthday. Of course, that was nothing to his surprise breakfast in bed for Georgia on her birthday. He had given her an MRE that had been complete with toilet paper. Shaking his head at the obvious teasing, Oscar replied, “I’m never going to be able to have a birthday again without someone mentioning Debbie’s breakfast in bed.” “I heard that Georgia insisted that it be disposed of as if it was toxic waste,” Sandy said. She smiled as she thought about the stories that Debbie and Georgia had told about his attempt to make breakfast in bed for Debbie. Personally, she felt that it had been a very nice gesture on his part and his failure just made him seem a little more human. Oscar slipped on his robe. He said, “In case you’re wondering, I’m ordering cold cereal for breakfast this morning.” Oscar watched Sandy climb out of her bed. Her laughter filled the room with joy. She was a very attractive woman. The majority of her hair was now black with just a small stripe of blond at the ends. She went over to her shelf and pulled down her blue robe. Noticing that he was watching her, she winked and asked, “Would you like a birthday blowjob?” Tempted despite the fullness in his bladder, he answered, “Sounds good.” Knowing what was in store for Oscar, she said, “Tonight, if you’re up for it.” “Huh?” Oscar asked wondering why he wouldn’t be up to it that evening. Having lived with Oscar for nine months, she knew how he was in the morning. She could practically see him dancing with his need to get to the bathroom. Smiling at him, she said, “Run along and potty.” “Okay,” he replied as he headed towards the door. Sandy watched him leave with a smile on her face. She shook his head knowing that everyone he met on the way would ask why he wasn’t in bed waiting for breakfast. She rushed to get to the dining room before Oscar reached it. Oscar walked into the dining room and looked around. The normal crowd of students was present and busy eating. No one looked in his direction, but he had a feeling something was odd. He made his way to his normal table to wait for Debbie. As he passed one of the tables he stared at the people seated there. Everyone at the table had an MRE and was eating it. From their seats at the table, Debbie watched Oscar’s reaction with a grin. Georgia had handed out MREs to all of the students the previous evening declaring they were the new birthday breakfast meal. She had told him that she was going to do it, but he had not believed her. He’d take her threats a little more seriously from now on. Not believing his eyes, Oscar turned around and saw that everyone was eating MREs. Dismayed, he said, “I don’t believe it.” Debbie rapped on the table three times and everyone shouted, “Happy Birthday Oscar!” Laughing, he said, “I don’t believe it! Thanks everyone.” He made his way over to where Debbie and Georgia were waiting for him. The smile on his face went from ear to ear. He couldn’t believe they had gone to so much trouble for his birthday. Sitting down he said, “You got me. I really can’t believe you did that.” Handing him an MRE, Georgia smiled and said, “Bon Appetite.” Examining the MRE, he groaned when he read the title on it. It was scrambled eggs. Opening the package, he followed the directions for heating the breakfast. The small plastic fusion well heater quickly warmed the eggs and toast before it melted. The water in the container was poured into the cup containing instant coffee. Using the little plastic spork that came with the meal, he dug into the eggs. He sprinkled a little of the hot sauce onto the eggs. Looking up, he said, “This is good.” “Don’t forget the little can of fruit and the instant juice,” Debbie said watching him. He ate his meal with enthusiasm. “They’ve really improved the MREs,” Oscar commented. Winking at Georgia, he added, “They almost taste like my eggs.” Debbie broke out in laughter and said, “They’re better than that.” “They’re the private sector version rather than the military version. No toilet paper,” Georgia said. She took a bite out of the pancake that was in her MRE. Debbie was surprised to find that her French toast MRe was actually rather tasty. After swallowing, she said, “This is pretty good.” “Yes, it is,” agreed Oscar. He made short work of his meal. When he sat back in his chair, Debbie handed him a small package wrapped in plain paper. At the surprised look on his face, she said, “It’s all I could afford.” Oscar reached out and accepted the present. He looked at the little box with a sad expression on his face. In a soft voice, he said, “This is the first birthday present that I’ve ever gotten from someone other than my parents.” Saddened by the admission, Debbie rubbed her eyes to keep from crying. Glancing over at Georgia for support, she said, “Open it.” Oscar unwrapped the present and examined the Swiss Army knife within the box. It wasn’t the high-end version, but the Classic Red Knife with the white cross that had been around forever. It had the basic blade, scissors, file, toothpick, and tweezers. He had never had one and had always wanted one. Looking up at Debbie with a huge grin, he said, “This is wonderful. I love it.” “I’m so glad. We have to keep it at the house until the sixth year,” Debbie said. She could tell that he loved the knife and approached the gift with the same emotions that she had approached the car he had given her for her birthday. She watched as he examined each feature of the knife with childlike interest. Georgia watched Oscar as he caressed the shiny metal of the knife. She could see that he was really touched by the gift. It was with a shaking hand that he handed her the knife and said, “Take it to the house.” She accepted the knife and handed him her gift. Surprised, he said, “That wasn’t from both of you?” The comment surprised Debbie and she said, “No. We each got you something.” “Wow,” Oscar said as he accepted the second gift. He unwrapped the gift. Looking inside the box, he examined the compact Bushnell binoculars. Reverently, he held them up and looked across the room to see how well they worked. Georgia had been worried that he wouldn’t like his present. She realized that she shouldn’t have been concerned about his reaction. She said, “I can tell you like it.” “This is a great birthday present,” Oscar said. He put the binoculars back in the box and closed it. He handed the box back to Georgia and said, “Take it to the house.” “Of course.” Relaxing now that his birthday was over, he took a sip of his coffee and added, “That’s the best birthday I’ve ever had. It’s almost a shame to get on with the rest of the day.” “Do you think we’re done celebrating your birthday?” Debbie asked staring at Oscar in shock. “Sure. What else is there to do?” Oscar asked surprised. “Uh, we’ve made arrangements to leave campus for a couple of hours,” Georgia said glancing over at Debbie. “Do you mean there is more?” “Uh, don’t you remember all of the things you did for us on our birthdays?” Debbie asked. Grinning, he answered, “Well, no one is going to let me forget the breakfasts in bed.” “Don’t forget the car, the day at the spa, and then dinner out.” “Don’t forget the hang glider, the day at the paintball range, and then dinner out.” Oscar shrugged his shoulders and said, “Well, I could afford it.” Debbie and Georgia exchanged glances. Suddenly nervous, Debbie said, “Let’s go over to the house.” Not suspecting what they had planned for him, he followed them through the campus towards the exit. As he walked, his fellow students wished him a happy birthday. He thanked everyone for their good wishes, touched that they would take a minute out of their time for him. It was a simple thing, but it meant a lot to him. This was the first time in his entire life that his birthday had been more than a special breakfast cooked by his mother and a gift of cash from his father. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to buy him presents, but none of the presents lasted beyond unwrapping them. On more than one occasion, special birthday activities had ended up in catastrophe. He didn’t think that Debbie or Georgia realized how much the presents meant to him. Years as a klutz had convinced him that he would never get a knife or a fragile item as a present. He tried to remember the last time he had been given a present that would break if dropped and couldn’t. The women entered the house and turned to look at Oscar. He stopped and looked at them. They appeared to be nervous. Each woman shifted her weight from foot to foot and rubbed her hands together. Curious about the sudden change in behavior, he asked, “What’s up?” Debbie licked her lips and looked at Georgia as butterflies flitted around in her stomach. The red head looked down at the ground and mumbled, “Okay.” Oscar watched the pair of women confused by their behavior. He didn’t understand why they would be so nervous around him all of a sudden. Debbie’s hands actually shook as she reached up to remove her robe. Georgia hastily removed her clothes as if she was afraid that she’d back down. Puzzled, Oscar wanted to ask what was happening, but could see that if he said a word they’d lose their nerve. Once both women were naked, they looked at each other. Taking a deep breath, Georgia asked, “Are you ready?” Oscar didn’t know if she was asking the question of him or Debbie. A shudder went through Debbie’s body and she answered, “I guess.” Georgia stepped closer to Debbie while Oscar watched in confusion. It dawned on him what they were going to do. Everything was fine until Georgia touched Debbie’s breast. The red head jumped back and then ran from the living room while holding a hand over her mouth. She hit the door frame with her shoulder as she ran into the bedroom. Oscar, based on years of experience, said, “Oh, that’s going to bruise.” He missed seeing Georgia turn, but noticed when she ran out the back door. Left alone in the room, Oscar looked around wondering what he was supposed to do. He went to the back door and looked out at Georgia sitting on a chair. She was crying. That concerned him since he had never seen her cry before. Stepping out the door, he knelt beside her and put a hand on her back. In a soft voice, he asked, “What happened?” “We wanted to surprise you. I knew it wasn’t going to work, but we really wanted to surprise you.” Her answer didn’t make sense to Oscar. He still wasn’t confident that he truly understood what it was that they wanted to do. He had his suspicions. However, he knew that if he were wrong that saying it aloud would create more problems. Smiling, he said, “I’ve got to admit that I’m a little surprised. I never expected to chase off the two of you like that.” Georgia stopped crying for a moment and looked up at him. Incredulous that he didn’t realize what was going on, she said, “We were going to have sex for you.” “Ah,” Oscar said with a serious expression. Although the idea was very exciting to him, he knew that neither one of the women really wanted to do it. Concerned, he asked, “Why?” “What do you mean, why?” “Why would you think that I would enjoy the two of you doing something that you each find disgusting?” Oscar asked puzzled. “Because every other guy said that having two women at the same time is their greatest fantasy. You can’t deny that the idea of it excites you,” Georgia answered. “I won’t deny that the idea of the two of you making love to me at the same time is exciting. Of course, the reality would be a tremendous turnoff.” “Why?” Oscar shrugged and answered, “Because neither of you would enjoy it. I couldn’t enjoy it unless you enjoyed it. I love you both. I don’t want to see either one of you upset or hurt.” “I could have done it.” Laughing at the confident assertion, Oscar said, “You mean George could have done it. George would have gone through it using all of your masculine bravado. Georgia would have cried afterwards. You might even have gotten sick to your stomach.” “True,” Georgia answered. She looked back towards the door with a frown. She sighed and said, “Go talk to her. She needs you more than I do.” Oscar returned to the house and made his way to the bedroom. Debbie wasn’t inside the room, but he heard her sobbing in the bathroom. He knocked on the door and asked, “Are you alright Debbie?” He heard a subdued sniffle from the other side of the door. She answered, “I’m fine.” “You’re crying. Let me in.” “I don’t want you to see me like this.” Oscar didn’t know what to do. There hadn’t been a chapter on dealing with upset women in any of his textbooks. He knocked on the door and pleaded, “Let me in, please.” “No.” “Do you want me to get Georgia?” Oscar asked thinking that a little woman to woman chat might be what was required. “No. I don’t want to see her.” Oscar shook his head totally clueless as to what he should do. He tried the doorknob and found that it was locked. He tried again to talk her into letting him into the room, but she refused. He returned to Georgia and said, “She’s locked herself in the bathroom and won’t come out and won’t let me in. I don’t know what to do.” “I’ll talk to her,” Georgia said. She had no idea what she was going to say, but felt that she had to do something. “She said she doesn’t want to see you.” Georgia didn’t seem to be upset by his statement. Instead, she smiled and said, “Why don’t you take a walk around the place for thirty minutes? I’ll have a nice little chat with Debbie.” In typical male fashion, Oscar wasn’t sure it that would be a good idea. He was about to argue, but one glance at the look on Georgia’s face convinced him that he’d have better luck trying to surf a lava flow. Oscar walked for ten minutes into the woods and then sat down to consider what had happened. He had been afraid that the avoidance of intimacy between the two women would blow up into a major catastrophe one day. Now that day had come and he didn’t have a clue as to what he could do about it. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t here the man approach him. Cole watched Oscar for a minute. He had rushed over as soon as he heard what Georgia and Debbie had planned for that morning. Both women were homophobic to a degree that screamed out that there were significant problems with their plans. It was too late for him to prevent them from trying to act on their plans, but hopefully not too late to mitigate the damage to the relationship. Oscar jumped when Cole said, “Oscar.” It took almost fifteen seconds for Oscar to get his heart under control and even longer to reply. Amazed at his own lack of awareness concerning his surroundings, Oscar said, “You scared the shit of me.” “Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” The presence of Cole in the middle of the school day suggested that he was here on Druid business. A small glimmer of hope rose with that thought. He asked, “Are you here to talk to them?” “Yes, I am. Why don’t you stay here and I’ll come get you when they are ready for you.” Relieved that Cole was going to talk with the two women, Oscar said, “Thanks. I was afraid that I was going to lose them both.” Shaking his head at the bleak assessment of the situation, Cole asked, “Are you prepared to lose one of them?” “No.” “Okay,” Cole said as he turned to head up towards the house. He had no idea what he was going to say to Debbie or Georgia, but for Oscar’s sake he knew that it would have to be good. An hour passed and Oscar began to get very worried that Cole wouldn’t be able to fix the situation. He looked at a tree and told it, “Crazy. This whole thing is crazy. I don’t know why they are both so worried that I’ll leave them if they don’t sleep with each other. “I guess it was that first day when I voiced my desire for that to happen. Stupid, I tell you one thing, tree, never get too excited about a fantasy that you let your mouth say things that shouldn’t be said. Of course, you’re a tree and don’t have a mouth.” Oscar sighed and laid back to look up at the branches above him. The leaves had started to fill in the spaces between the branches. A soft breeze set the tips moving while the thicker parts of the branches managed to resist the forces put upon them. The insects had not emerged in full force, although he could hear the occasional flying insect pass nearby. The ground was soft with the grass having just returned from winter dormancy. Not too far from where he was lying, one of the rare orchids was breaking through the soil. It was protected by a little wire cage that would keep most large animals from disturbing it. Looking up at the sky, Oscar was unaware of its struggles to survive and propagate its species. His attention kept returning to his relationship with the two beauties and its struggle to survive. A shadow fell over his face and he opened his eyes. He asked, “Tell me how it went, Cole.” “It is time for you to get back to the house. I think the women have decided that it is time to celebrate your birthday.” “What does that mean?” Oscar asked while sitting up. Cole dropped down to the ground to sit beside Oscar. He looked at his fellow Druid and said, “Take your time and let them control the situation. Some things take longer to fix than others. They do love each other a lot. They even desire each other a little. The problem is that they can’t express that desire.” Nodding, Oscar said, “Georgia already feels guilty about George. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something in Debbie’s past that is preventing her from being physical with Georgia.” Surprised by Oscar’s comment, Cole said, “You’re pretty perceptive. How did you deduce that about Debbie?” “The way she shivers in disgust whenever sex between two women is mentioned. It’s not normal. Sure a negative verbal reaction is common, but a physical reaction? Nope, it’s not normal.” He looked at the green robed Druid and said, “I’ll admit that I’m a little curious about her past.” “It’s not my place to tell, so don’t ask. I’m sure that one day she’ll tell you herself.” “Understood,” Oscar said snapping off an informal salute. With a grin, he added, “I was expecting you to tell me that you could tell me, but then you’d have to kill me.” Looking over at his friend with a smile, Cole retorted, “You’d have loved that. The world would be shorter one Druid after I finished telling you what you wanted to know. Of course, it wouldn’t be a red robed Druid that went missing.” “Drat, another dastardly plot foiled.” The two men stood and headed towards the house. On reaching it, Cole said, “Take care. I’ll see you about dinner time.” Oscar entered the house without knowing exactly what he expected to find. Georgia came over and took one arm while Debbie took his other. The brunette smiled and said, “We’re going to go about this a little differently.” Debbie said, “Come to bed, Oscar.” Oscar allowed himself to be led to the bedroom. The two women worked in concert to undress him and get him settled in the center of the bed. Each took one side of his body and started to rub him. Four hands moving across his body was a major turn on. His erection started to throb, although neither woman had touched it. With a suddenness that surprised him, Oscar found Debbie was lowering her cunt to his mouth while Georgia was lowering herself onto his erection. With his right hand, he reached up and fondled Debbie’s breast. With his left, he reached back and rubbed Georgia right above her clitoris. With his tongue, he went to work on driving Debbie to the land of orgasms. Both women increased the pace and demands of their love making. From his position below Debbie, Oscar couldn’t see what was happening between the two women. He had no doubts that the closest they came to touching each other was an inch of constant separation. He was right, but that didn’t bother him. The fact was that he was pleased to be able to give attention to both women without having to slight one or the other. Debbie was the first to come. She ground her cunt into him and actually screamed her pleasure. Her actions were much more aggressive than ever. When Georgia came, it was much more subdued than usual. Oscar was too far gone to notice the differences. Once both of them had come, they switched places. They kept doing that for as long as Oscar was able to keep his erection. He wasn’t sure, but he believed that he had come at least three times. It seemed that each time they changed places, his cock just got harder. It wasn’t natural, but it sure was pleasurable. The last orgasm knocked him out. Oscar came to with Georgia on one side and Debbie on the other side. They were whispering to each other over his body. Debbie was telling Georgia, “That wasn’t so bad.” “Cole was right.” “Yes, he was. We should have talked to him a long time ago.” Oscar asked, “About what?” Instead of answering, Debbie bent over and ran her tongue around his nipple. Georgia ran a hand down to his cock and fondled it with a teasing touch. Oscar forgot his question and groaned. They were going to kill him with sex. Who could ask for a better birthday present than that?