Message-ID: <45902asstr$1071724209@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031218030458.65324.qmail@web60401.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 17 Dec 2003 19:04:58 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} JC: Oliver Brown 04/05 (mf slow) Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 00:10:09 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, hoisingr __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree <1st attachment, "Oliver04.txt" begin> DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes without the consent of the author. JC: Oliver Brown By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003 Chapter 4 The sixth year student sat down at the table across from Oliver right after he had taken a bite of his sandwich. Oliver chewed and swallowed, chasing it down with some milk. He looked up at the student and asked, "What can I do for you?" "I was curious about something." Oliver examined the young lady carefully. She had a very nice glow and almost no black spots over her heart. He said, "Ask away. I'll answer if I can." She looked around as several other students joined her. Comforted by her classmates, she finally asked, "Why is it that most of the faculty spend their meal times in the first year dining room?" Oliver looked at her for a moment considering how to answer. Instead of answering, he asked, "What do you think motivates the faculty to do that?" Blushing she said, "Because they like to look at all of the young students running around naked." Looking as though he took her answer very seriously, Oliver nodded. He asked, "How many times did you need to be counseled this year?" Eyebrows drawn down, she frowned as she said, "None. Why?" "How many times did you need to be counseled last year?" Looking at the other students first, she answered, "Twice." "Ah, now the telling question," said Oliver. He asked, "How many times did you need it the first year here?" "Thousands, I think." Oliver nodded at the honesty of the answer. He asked, "Let me ask one final question. What do you think motivates the faculty to spend as much time as possible with the first years?" A minor black spot started disappearing over her heart as she answered, "They need you more than we do." "Very good," replied Oliver. The black spot vanished as she fully understood the reason. One of the other students asked, "So why are you here today?" Oliver laughed at the assumption that they were no longer needed. He answered, "I could say that it is because there are still times when you need us, but that might not be the whole truth. Perhaps in my case, I should say that there are times when I need you." Taken aback by his answer, the woman asked, "You need us?" Oliver looked around the room before he answered, "With the first years, it is mostly us giving to them. We spend our time helping and directing them. It is easy to get discouraged when you see the same argument a hundred times. Then we come up here and it is nice to deal with equals. You have balance, you give and you receive. You don't demand, but request. We can provide or not based on our ability, rather than be subject to the demand to do something that helps even when others would be better." The entire group was staring at him in amazement. He asked, "Do you feel that I am flattering you unjustly in considering you equals?" The young man answered, "Well, you have a brown robe. How can you consider us equals?" Oliver stood up and removed his robe. He sat down on the chair naked. He looked at them and said, "The robe reflects my service to the Gods and Goddesses. It is not a measure of me as a person." The young woman looked at his large cock and then teased, "We haven't had a naked instructor around us for three years. Aren't you afraid that we'll take advantage of you?" "We're equals here. I know that means that you won't take advantage of me," replied Oliver with a smile. The crowd of young men and women started to disperse. The woman said, "Thank you for taking the time to talk to us. I think we needed to hear what you said." Oliver was silent for a moment and then asked, "Would you or your fellow classmates like to visit the first year dining room during lunch or dinner?" "I don't know. Is there a reason you are asking?" Oliver smiled at how she treated his question. Rather than answering without knowing all of the conditions and ramifications of the question, she chose to get more information first. This was going to be a very successful group of students. He answered, "Well, you will be leaving here one day to go forth in the world. You will meet all kinds of people. I was wondering if dealing with the first years and helping them come to understand the lessons that you have learned so well would help you in the world outside." She nodded as she thought about it. She answered, "It sounds good to me, but I would have to talk to my classmates." Oliver said, "Good. Come to me when you have had a chance to discuss it amongst yourselves and I shall make the necessary arrangements." "Thank you again." Oliver said, "It is I that should be thanking you." She left the table and rejoined another two students at a table. Looking over his sunglasses at them, he was amazed at how brightly they shined. They would go far when they left here. He looked up at the sky and said, "Thank you, for giving me this opportunity." Finished with his meal, he picked up his plates and cleared his own table. He would have washed the dishes, but the kitchen staff chased him out. They had learned a few key phrases that were successful in keeping the Druids out of their domain. The one that had been used on him this time was a request to allow them to serve in their way. He smiled at the thought of how the staff had undergone changes in just the four months they had been working here. He continued his trip around the campus. Every week, he set aside one day to tour every part of the College. This included the parts of the campus that were seldom visited by the students. The janitorial staff, the mechanics, and the groundskeepers were all of interest to him. Every person on the campus was important to him. He enjoyed the tour tremendously. He slipped into a classroom to listen to the lecture. His entry was quiet, but the students and the instructor noticed, none the less. He smiled and gestured for them to continue. He listened fascinated as the instructor covered the history of war. The lecture resonated with his service to the God. It was a very different presentation of war than typically covered in a college class. It wasn't about the politics of war or the morality of it. No, this was about the art of war and the role that a thinking man held in determining the outcome. The politics, morality, and historical aspects of war were covered in other courses. The instructor led the students through an exercise based on actual battles of the American Civil War. The exercise went extremely well, with the students identifying options that, to his knowledge, had never been discussed in any historical paper on the subject. They had even kept themselves limited to the rules of warfare that were followed at the time. Several of the students had demonstrated absolute brilliance in the area. He left before the class was over. He glanced at his watch realizing he was late and hurried to the administration building. It was on the opposite end of the campus from the classroom he had been visiting. His excitement must have been apparent to everyone, as no one moved to delay him in his trip. He cut through the library and the first year dorm. People held doors open for him as he moved through the hallways. He reached the front doors of the administration building in record time. Looking through the door, he hoped to see a new car pull up in the driveway. There wasn't one there and disappointment washed over his body. He started when Ling said, "She hasn't come yet. Her plane ran a little late." He turned and looked at the woman. She had the bright shine that was common amongst the Carter Family, but there was a lot of black over her heart. It was time for him to address that. He said, "John says you are a consummate professional as a body guard." She nodded her head and looked at him with curiosity. He continued, "You live in one of the most loving families I have ever seen." She nodded wondering what point he was going to make. He added, "Yet, you have more hate in you than all of the rest of them put together." She glared at him and spat out, "No, I don't." He looked out the door for a moment, hoping that the car would pull into the parking lot. He countered, "You hate everyone and everything that you perceive as a threat to your family." She replied, "That's normal." He turned and looked at her with the kind of directness that made most people nervous. Ling stood there defiantly. He said, "Not for a bodyguard. That kind of hate makes you totally ineffective as their protector." "No it doesn't." Looking at her for a minute, he said, "You haven't been able to protect them since you married into the family. I would say that makes you a lousy bodyguard." She was silent for a long time. Her emotions fluctuated between anger and frustration. She was angry with him for his perception into something she thought she had kept secret. She was angry with herself because it was true. She was frustrated because she didn't know what to do about it. He watched her struggle with her feelings. Emotions that she had been attempting to lock away burst out in a single flood. She broke down in tears as she finally said, "I know." He stepped up to her and held her while she cried. She cried long and hard. Throughout, he rocked her in his arms, whispering little words of encouragement to her. Finally she calmed down, stepped back wiping her eyes and asked, "How did you know?" He answered, "I listen to what people say. John always says that you are one of the best security persons in the business, but every time your actions are discussed they sound more like a she-bear defending her cubs." Pain ripped through her as she recognized the truth of his words. He continued, "You stopped being a security consultant. Why?" She answered, "All of the jobs I was offered required me to leave the family for too long. Most of those jobs are for six months or a year. I couldn't stay away that long." He nodded and said, "So you became a cop instead." "Yes, I did." "And it wasn't anywhere near as satisfying, was it?" She sighed as she acknowledged the truth to herself. In fact, she wasn't even that good of a police officer. She answered, "No it wasn't." He looked at her for a long time and then asked, "Have you thought about teaching self-defense here?" She smiled and nodded. She had dreamed about teaching self- defense for a long time. If she couldn't act directly, maybe she could act indirectly by making sure they could save themselves. She said, "I have, but I don't think it would be right for me to teach here. I'm not a Druid." He reached out and took her hands in his. Raising them to his lips, he kissed them. He said, "I think you would be perfect. Now go and make John or Ed happy." He watched her leave. There was a significant decrease in the darkness around her heart. He laughed as he wondered how long it would take her to remove those last few spots of black. He turned and looked out the door, waiting for the car to arrive. Kelly stepped out from behind a post. Misty eyed, she looked at him and said, "Thank you." "For what?" She looked at him with tenderness and love as she said, "You have helped Ling more in that single conversation than I've been able to accomplish in ten years." He watched as she walked over to a bench near the door and sat down. He wondered what she had to say, but bided his time. She would say it when she was ready. She asked, "You are waiting for Catherine?" Laughing, he jokingly asked, "You mean that all of my talk about her arrival today was wasted?" She shook her head in the negative. In an introspective tone of voice, she said, "I remember when I was putting together the family. I wanted a wife and two husbands more than anything else in the world. I demanded that everyone have sex with everyone else. I was so possessive of the marriage in the beginning. It was my marriage and nobody was going to mess with my vision for it. John rather forcefully reminded me that it was our marriage, not my marriage." Oliver refrained himself from asking how that occurred despite his curiosity. He asked, "So what happened?" "I discovered that my vision of a group marriage paled beside the real thing. Our home is like a castle. Yet that is nothing to how I feel when I'm surrounded by the family. I am a princess when they are around. You might not believe this, but every desire that I ever had about my life was fulfilled. I need or want nothing more than what I already have." Oliver asked, "Has that changed?" She answered, "Not at all. There are times when I feel that I might not be a very interesting person any more. I always wanted to help people heal. I serve the Goddess and she gave me that gift. I can have sex with a person that has been battered beyond belief and heal them. It is a dream come true for me. However, it's an interesting topic for five minutes, but then it pales." Confused, he asked, "Are you happy?" "Happy?" she asked. She laughed aloud for a minute and then answered, "I'm deliriously happy. I can't imagine being happier." He asked, "So what's the problem?" She understood the source of his confusion. She smiled and said, "I don't have one. I am totally satisfied with my life. Some people might consider me dull because I don't have any great conflicts in my life. They won't write any stories about my life. How do you have a book that starts with, she lived happily ever after?" "So why are you telling me this?" She came over to him and held his hand. She answered, "I only wanted to let you know how rewarding marriage could be. There is nothing greater or more pleasurable than being married to the people you love. I wanted to wish you and Catherine the same happiness that I've had. I can't imagine anyone having a better life than me, but I hope that you have a chance to have one at least as good." Oliver was touched. A simple silver thread extended from her to him. She truly cared about his happiness. Lowering the sunglasses despite the bright glow, he looked at her so that she could see his eyes and know what he felt. He answered, "Thank you very much. I really appreciate that." She could see that her words had been taken in the spirit in which they had been meant. She said, "Well, I'll let you wait for your young lady. You won't need me around when she arrives." Oliver laughed as he said, "I doubt we'll notice if you are." She chuckled as she went off in pursuit of Ling. It was time to remind Ling how much she meant to her. She stopped and looked back at Oliver as he looked out the door for his girlfriend. It brought a smile to her as she remembered the story of John waiting for Beth. She went after her wife, seeking a nice relaxing time in her arms and to love her wife. There is never an occasion when it is not a good time for love. Oliver went out to the parking lot to wait for Catherine. She finally showed up about the time that he had worn a path in the grass from pacing back and forth. Racing over to the car, he flung open the door as soon as she powered off the car. In seconds, they were in each other's arms, laughing, kissing, and crying of happiness. In the nature of true lovers, they were totally unaware of their surroundings. Their embrace was interrupted by a bear rubbing his head against their legs, almost toppling them. Oliver looked down and said, "Hello Fluffy." Catherine asked the bear, "Where's Sid?" The bear wandered over to Sid who stood there looking embarrassed. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "He wanted to say hello. What can I say?" Catherine called over to Fluffy, "That's okay Fluffy. I always enjoy seeing you too." The bear roared its pleasure as the two of them wandered off into the woods. Sid and the bear made quite a pair. Oliver and Catherine went to the instructors apartments. He set up the door to answer to her palm print in addition to his. Once inside, she looked around the room. Pleased with the apartment, he led her through the various rooms and set her luggage in the bedroom. She commented, "My goodness, didn't you decorate at all?" Her assessment was totally the opposite of his. He had been overwhelmed by the apartment and its furnishings. She was looking for more. He said, "I thought I would leave that up to you." She turned to him and winked knowing that he had not thought anything of the sort. It was clear that he hadn't even thought about decoration. She said, "Wait here while I take a shower. Then I want you to take a shower and come into the bedroom once I'm ready for you." He was rather surprised by the formality of her request. He was going to suggest that they shower together. Disappointed, he asked, "You don't want me to join you in the shower?" She coyly replied, "You'll spoil the surprise." He smiled and said, "Okay, go ahead. I'll wait here patiently until you are done. But I have to warn you that when it is my turn to take a shower, it is going to be the quickest one in history." She laughed at the clear impatience on his part. She said, "You still can't come in until I'm ready, so take your time." He waited outside the door of the bathroom. As he stripped off his robe, he called out suggestions of what he wanted to do with her. When he heard the water turn off, he called out, "Then I'll lick your clit and watch you tremble as orgasm after orgasm rushes through your body." She called back, "Quite trying to ruin my plans. You're getting me too horny." Looking down at his erection, he called back, "You're horny? You should see my cock." "That will definitely make me too horny." He heard her giggling in the bathroom. The door flew open and he hoped to examine her lovely naked body, but she had covered herself with her robe. His disappointment was clearly written across his face. She tittered as she ran into the bedroom while he was left with a very stiff erection. This was the quickest shower of his life. He had to slow down when it came time to wash his erection, knowing he would have sprayed his come all over the shower wall if he had been the least bit energetic. He dried himself with a very soft towel, taking the same care in dealing with his cock. Looking in the mirror, he realized that over the few weeks that he had been here that his glow had increased and a number of dark spots had disappeared. It was amazing to see such changes in himself and not even realize they were happening. He went into the living room and walked over to the bedroom door. It was shut and he knocked. She called out, "No yet, Olli." He grunted in frustration and paced in front of the door. His erect cock swung from side to side like a metronome as he walked. The sight was almost comic, but his desire for her was not. Impatient, he knocked again. In response, she shouted, "Give me just a few more minutes!" He stood at the door trying to relax. The longer he stood there, the more his imagination excited him as he pictured her on the other side of the door with her long hair and naked body waiting for him. What possible surprise she could have for him? Driven by need and curiosity, he almost tore the door down when she called out, "You can come in now." He stopped on entering the room, his mouth open in surprise at what he saw. She was reclining on her left side with her upper body supported above the bed by her bent elbow, her left leg was straight with her right leg bent at the knee. Her pose was not what caught his attention. She was actually wearing a half bra, garter belt, silk stockings, and shoes with very high heels. Everything was a matching red. She looked gorgeous posed like that. She giggled at his reaction and gestured with her index finger of her right hand in a come hither motion. Stepping forward in a trace, he reached the bed not realizing he had moved. He said, "You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen." She laughed and said, "I bet you say that to all of the nearly naked women you find lying in your bed. Now get over here before I come without you." He moved over to the bed, his cock bobbing as he moved. She watched it with excitement and rolled onto her back, opening herself for his attentions. Even before he settled on the bed, she reached for his cock. He took her hand off it saying, "If you even touch it, I'm going to come." She giggled in pleasure at the knowledge that she could excite him to such levels. He settled between her legs and ran a hand along her silk stockings. Supporting himself with his elbows, he covered her body with his and kissed her lips. It was like a shock of electricity passed through them. He slowly worked his way down her body with little love kisses. The half bra allowed free access to her nipples. He took his time at her breasts, her excitement clearly demonstrated by the blush of her skin and the hardness of her nipples. He reached her belly button and probed it with his tongue. The garter belt gave a nice contrast to the texture of her skin as it rubbed against his chin. He kissed the skin along the edge of the garter belt with surprising results. The act excited her to the degree where her hips were reaching for him, attempting to bring her moist womanhood in contact with him. As he worked his way to her nether region, she practically inched up the bed to speed up his progress. He ran his tongue along her swollen lips enjoying the fragrance and the taste of the excited woman beneath him. His tongue explored her hidden crevices, taking pleasure in all of the folds of skin. Gasping and groaning as his tongue explored, her hands reached down to grab his hair. This only increased her frustration since the short cropped hair left nothing for her to grab. Her legs folded around him, locking him between her legs. Held just short of that point where she would explode, he didn't give her enough to take her over. Frustration, excitement, and sensations long missed helped drive her to higher and higher levels of arousal. His tongue finally flicked up to her swollen clit provoking a scream as her orgasm washed over her. Locking her legs tightly around him kept him in that position. The fresh flood of juices, the amazing sight of her orgasm, and the long need for her touch, nearly made him come. Pre-come seeped from the end of his cock, lubricating it for the anticipated entry into her hot cunt. When she had come down enough to talk, she managed to squeak out, "Fuck me. Fuck me now." He moved up and placed his cock at her steamy entrance. Rather than slamming it into her, he rubbed her lips with the head of it. He knew that he would only last a minute once he entered her. The choice was not his to make as her legs wrapped themselves around his ass and drew him into her. Pent up desire, the excitement of the woman under him, and the feeling of silk stockings against his skin combined to unleash the animal within. He started thrusting, savagely and strongly. His body dictated his timing and strength. The entire bed started rocking as his thrusts became ever stronger. She had wrapped herself around him and now made those noises of pleasure that have never been captured as words or recorded in a movie. This was the real thing, a true connection between lovers lost in their sexual union. The universe had narrowed down to only their existence. He bellowed his excitement with grunts and was answered by her screams. Wrapping his arms around her, his hands on her shoulders, pulled her onto his cock even deeper. He exploded within her. All pretense of civilization fled as human animal mated and climaxed with human animal. After coming down, he slowly rolled off her. He held her in his hands, enjoying the feel of her hot flesh against his. She snuggled into him, enjoying the feeling of safety that the strength of his arms suggested. Merely seeking pleasure in maintaining touch, his hands traced her skin randomly. After thirty minutes of that intense emotional sharing, she broke the silence in the room and coyly asked, "I take it you enjoyed my surprise?" He teased her by asking, "What surprise?" She giggled as she said, "My high heels, of course." He answered, "I loved it all. I've never seen you wear anything like this in the past. To say the least, I was so overwhelmed that I almost came on the spot." She reached down and pulled off the high heels. He watched her and asked, "Why are you taking them off?" She blushed from embarrassment as she answered, "I haven't figured out how to walk in them yet and I have to go to the bathroom. Some naughty man filled me up with all kinds of fluids that are now leaking." Laughing, he watched her stand. It was easy to appreciate the way her ass was framed by the straps of the garter and rolled as she walked. It had the effect that some fashion designer intended as his organ started to refill with blood. Her red legs encased in red silk stockings drew his attention. He got up and followed her to the bathroom. Showering together would release the pressure within his renewed erection. Holding hands, they walked through the study area of the first year dorm. Students were gathered in little groups at individual tables discussing the day's lectures or working on assignments. There were intense focused discussions as the students debated their understanding of one topic or another. The tone in the room was almost reverent, unlike anything on other campuses. Catherine looked around at the naked students. She was amazed to see so many young bodies. The variety of body types on display was truly staggering. There were people with large bodies, thin bodies, fat bodies, and frail bodies. Women with breasts of all different sizes and shapes; some were pert while others had long conceded to gravity. The men's cocks displayed tremendous variety; circumcised versus uncircumcised was the most immediate distinction, but the size, widths, and shapes were just as varied. She wondered if half of Oliver's excitement arose from seeing the naked coeds as they moved about their daily activities. Reaching the nearly deserted dining room, they seated themselves in an open area. Rather than sitting across from him where it would be easier to see him, she sat next to him so that she could easily touch him. She glanced at the menu surprised by the variety of dishes that were served. She stopped reading at the first dish that sounded good to her, knowing that she would have plenty of time to work through the whole menu. A pair of first year students came into the dining room and looked around. Seeing only a few people, they moved to a private corner. Catherine watched as the woman moved under the table and proceeded to give a blowjob to the young man. She couldn't take her eyes off the sight and could feel herself becoming excited. Her voyeuristic nature surprised her. She put her hand on Oliver's thigh and moved it up to his cock, expecting it to be erect. It only began to get erect under her touch. She looked over at him in surprise and asked, "Doesn't it affect you?" He leaned forward kissing her. He answered, "Of course, your touch affects me." She giggled and retorted, "I wasn't talking about that. I was talking about the students over there." He glanced in the direction of the students and turned back to look at her. He asked, "How could they possibly interest me when I'm with the most beautiful woman in the world?" She blushed at the unexpected complement backed by a body gave proof to his words. His cock was reacting only to her touch and not the sight of the students. She leaned over and laid her head on his shoulder. It seemed so unnatural that a women could be so content in the presence of a man. Beth skipped into the dining room, dressed in overalls with a pen sticking from a pocket and a pad of paper under her arm. There was a naturalness to her movements as she skipped around greeting the students. Catherine watched her move around while Oliver reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a small pair of sunglasses. Catherine noticed his actions and looked at him with a question in her eyes. He noticed and answered, "She glows so brightly that it hurts my eyes." Beth came over to their table and seated herself next to Catherine as though invited. Extending a hand she said, "Hello, I'm Beth Carter. You must be Catherine." Catherine accepted her tiny hand and gave it a light shake. She answered, "Yes, I'm Catherine. It is a pleasure to meet you Beth Carter." Beth smiled at her with a crooked grin that contrasted with her apparent innocence. She said, "So you are the lady that has Oliver wrapped around her little finger. I hope we are invited to the wedding. I like weddings." Oliver, curious about her statement, asked, "Why do you like weddings?" With an angelic look on her face, Beth answered, "I like to see the Gods and Goddesses appear. I never get to see the God and the Two-Side One except at the weddings." The two adults looked at each other with incredulity on their faces. Oliver asked, "Does that mean you see the Goddess at other times?" Beth answered, "Sure. We often meet in my dreams. She's funny because she always dresses like the first year students. Little John usually sees her too, but I think my other brother, William, talks to the Two-Sided One. He never talks about it, though. He's kind of strange, I think. Very deep and very quiet." Catherine said, "I would love to meet your brothers. Do you have any sisters?" "Yes, I have a sister, Betsy. She's named after someone, but I don't know much about the woman she was named after." The waitress came to take their order. Oliver ordered an omelet, Catherine ordered a vegetarian dinner, and Beth tried to order a milkshake but ended up taking a glass of milk. Despite her maturity in many matters, she was just a kid. 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