6 Times a Day

Chapter 1237 - 1231, 1232 [3.5K words]

"Like I said, what you do is your business. But Ms. Rhymer, I know that you're a good, moral person. I hope you'll realize that you shouldn't abuse your position as his teacher and take advantage of your student. It's not too late to come to your senses. Sorry if I offend, but I have to speak my mind."

Glory got huffy. "Oh you do, do you? Well let me tell you something! He's legally an adult, and what we do-"

He interrupted. "Glory, let it slide please. I don't think anyone is going to change anyone else's mind today." He realized that he needed to tread very carefully to prevent the two women from going at each other's throat. Their animosity was a real problem, but it was also getting him even more aroused, seeing just how much each of them wanted him for themselves.

Glory let out a loud, "Harrumph!" But she actually was thankful for the interruption because she didn't have much of a case to justify her unethical relationship. She was with Alan for emotional reasons, not logical ones.

He realized it would be wise to change the subject, and quickly, so he said, "Besides, we've got more important things to talk about. Christine, since you've come all this way just to talk about it, let's hear some more about this threat. And was it really necessary to flag me down like this? Couldn't it wait for tonight?"

She replied, a bit bashfully, "The thing is, you can be hard to reach. You don't even have your own cell phone, for one thing. And I've got a big Thanksgiving dinner and family commitments coming up. I could get free later in the evening, but what if you're not around? We'd all be screwed! And you need time to talk to Amy and Katherine as well since it concerns them too. They could be targets!"

"Okay, fine. Never mind about that. I know how you think and I know you've got a plan. I'd like to hear it. And Glory, I'm hoping you can help out too. Are you coming to the game?"

Glory hadn't been planning on it, but she said, "I could, if you need me. What can I do? I'm not a martial arts expert, like some people reportedly are." The way she said that to Christine, it was like she said, "I'm not a drug dealer, like SOME people," even though there was nothing wrong with knowing martial arts. But Glory wasn't thinking rationally.

However, she immediately regretted her words. What the hell?! That doesn't even make sense! My strategy is astray here. I need to THINK. For one thing, my parents raised me to be a proper young lady and it's beneath me to act this catty. For another, Christine holds my job - hell, my whole future - in her hands. I can't afford to make her my enemy. But most importantly, Alan loves me! Today's been just about the greatest day of my life! I'm not going to let her ruin it. I

have to put faith in my lover that he's not going to be distracted like some puppy chasing mindlessly after some shiny new rubber ball.

She stole another jealous glance at Christine's overflowing bustline. Better make that two shiny new rubber balls. Very, very BIG balls! Dammit, how can she be so slim and yet so busty at the same time, especially at her age?!

Keeping these thoughts to herself, she said, "Sorry, Christine, I don't know what I meant by that. It's just that... your being here has got me frazzled. We went all this way to make sure no one we knew would see us..."

Christine's hard face softened. "I understand. But if anyone should be apologizing, it should be me. I foolishly came here and stepped right in the middle of your private time. I wish there was some way I could convince you that your secret is completely safe with me, and make up for hurting you. And as if that wasn't bad enough, I can't seem to stop myself from casting moral judgments on everyone when I should just learn to live and let live. Ms. Rhymer, you're my favorite teacher. I wish I could be your friend and not your enemy."

Alan had been trying to figure out how to head off any conflict between the two women, so he was very glad for this turn of events. He said, "Look, we all can and should be friends. And we can start by working together to defeat those thugs. May I make a suggestion?"

The other two nodded.

He said carefully and diplomatically, "Obviously, we only have one martial arts expert here. But Glory, you also have something special to bring to the table: your status as a teacher is like kryptonite for troublemakers. These thugs sound pretty reckless, but I don't think even they would dare try anything with a teacher right there. The problem is, we have three targets: me, my sister, and my official gi-, er, Amy."

Christine was much like Glory in that she was both intellectual and passionate. She'd been letting her passions run away with her, but since Glory had offered an olive branch, she managed to bring her own jealousy under control, at least for the moment. She thought of some cutting things to say, but instead just nodded diplomatically.

The three of them discussed various strategic options for several minutes. But before long it became clear that the discussion was turning into a polite yet clear dispute between Glory and Christine. In short, Christine thought she was the one who should be closely guarding Alan during the game while Glory thought that she was the one who should be closely guarding him.

Alan could see where this was going and tried to diffuse the tensions. "Both of you make good points. But doesn't Sun Tzu's 'Art of War' say something about how surprise is the most important thing in battle?"

Christine knew "The Art of War" like the back of her hand, so she corrected him. "Sun Tzu says a number of things to that effect. For instance, 'All warfare is based on deception.' Or maybe

you're referring to the quote, 'He will win who, prepared himself, waits to take the enemy unprepared.' Or it could be-"

Alan cut her off. "I get the general gist. Surprise is key. So my point is, you and Glory should switch roles several times. With our tactics shifting, they won't know what to prepare for."

Christine frowned, as she usually did when thinking intently, but then satisfaction suddenly brought out a subtle smile. She appreciated that it not only made sense strategically, but it also was a diplomatic solution that both she and Glory could live with. "You know, you big lug, you're not just a cute face."

Glory couldn't help laughing, despite her animosity. "I keep telling him that. I'm glad to see someone agrees with me."

Everyone laughed, which helped improve the mood.

Christine said, "And speaking of tactics, this is the ideal time for them to strike. Why? Because they can be almost certain that Amy and Katherine are going to be there. Heather kept the cheerleading squad so unusually small this year, with just five cheerleaders and one alternate for any game, that it would be a disaster for both of them not to show up. And with them both showing up, that virtually guarantees that you'll have to show up to protect them. I dare say the previous close call with Amy was a strategic move - a feint - just to ensure that you'll be there to try to protect them."

"But they'll all be playing football!" Alan pointed out. "That'll keep them busy before, during, and after the game. So yeah, I'm not going to leave Amy and my sister alone, but I haven't been worrying too much about it either."

"A-ha!" Christine said triumphantly. "You see? It's the perfect situation for them to make their move! They each have an alibi. And you've got your guard down. Conditions couldn't be better for them. These guys come from rich families - they could easily hire some low-lifes to do something drastic. Or what about that Rock guy? He's been kicked out of school altogether, but he's still one of their gang. What's to stop him from leading some plot against you or your friends any time during the game?"

"Shit!" Alan complained. "Now you've got me seriously worried. And with this new tip you've found out, I'm REALLY worried. What do you think, Glory?"

Glory had been on the verge of making a snippy comment about Christine being an "armchair general," but she kept it to herself and said in a neutral tone. "I suppose it makes sense. And it's only prudent to be careful."

She thought, And speaking of being prudent, I need to watch myself! Alan loves ME, not Christine. She can have boobs the size of small planets for all I care, but there's nothing she can do to take away his love for me! This too shall pass; I just need to be patient.

Alan, sensing some common ground between them on this issue, decided to seize on the opening and expand it. "I'm glad we're in agreement on that. Another thing I think we can all agree on is that Heather is a wild card in all this and there's no telling what she'll do. We should watch out for that."

The eyes of both Christine and Glory went wide, after which they practically fell all over each other in their eagerness to second that thought.

"You're telling me!" Glory said emphatically. "I know I'm a teacher and shouldn't speak ill of my students, but just between you, me, and the birds, she's a class-A bitch. Don't trust her further than you can throw her!"

Christine nodded her head enthusiastically. "You said it! I can't agree more! She's not just a bitch, Ms. Rhymer, she's pure evil! As a teacher, you may not be aware of some of the things she's done, but let me tell you..."

Then the two of them were off, sharing stories and gossip about Heather, each one happy to outdo the other with tales of just how untrustworthy and bitchy Heather could be.

Such talk did next to nothing to help prepare a strategy for the football game, but Alan encouraged the conversation because as long as they were grousing about Heather together, they weren't brooding about each other's presence. They were easily the two biggest gossip-mongers he knew, so once they started they were practically unstoppable.

Not only that, but the two of them got so passionate talking about Heather that they almost completely forgot Alan was there. That gave him a golden opportunity to freely ogle Christine's magnificent body. With the two of them looking elsewhere, he dipped into his backpack and put on his sunglasses. Then he rearranged himself (and his towel) while sitting up against a rock, so he could look at Christine from a position where Glory couldn't see his eyes, but only the glasses.

That settled, Alan sat back and luxuriated in the vision before him. Dang! Christine is FIIIIINE! She looked great in a one-piece, but seeing her in a bikini is truly a dream come true! I don't see a single blemish or imperfection anywhere. This must be what it would have been like to see Mom or Aunt Suzy, I mean Mother, when they were almost eighteen. Except Christine is possibly even more stacked up top! She's definitely an F-cup. I must say I've become a bit of an expert lately in sizing up big racks - and she could grow even bigger! Heck, if she got pregnant, there's no telling - she could end up giving Brenda a run for her money in the tit-size department! Oh man! There's a thought. I can just picture Christine with a big belly. I hear pregnant women can get really horny. Or better yet, our baby suckling on one breast with me suckling on the other! He snickered to himself.

He looked over at Christine and Glory. Look at them go. Those two are jabbering away happily now - I guess their hatred of Heather knows no bounds. But what if I wasn't running interference to prevent them from turning on each other? What would happen then?

Alan started to drift into fantasy while continuing to look between Glory's and Christine's nearly naked bodies. In his new position he had a side view of Christine instead of a completely frontal one, and from the side she looked even more naked because her bikini top was so stretched. He could see nearly all of her incredible tits and much of a muscular ass cheek as well.

Glory meanwhile, seemed to be an expert at keeping her private parts technically covered from where Christine was sitting while exposing herself from where Alan was sitting. She mainly did this by frequently repositioning herself as if she were uncomfortable. Each time she did, she would draw attention to her nearly naked ass that only Alan was at the right angle to see. She also sometimes "accidentally" let the towel slip down her breasts, but only when she saw that he was looking her way and Christine was not. She was doing everything she could within reason to keep his attention.

Alan mentally rewound the conversation to when Glory had said, "Well, let me tell you something! Alan is legally fully an adult, and what we do-" But now, in his mind, he let Glory finish her thought.

She said, "Alan is legally fully an adult, and what we do on our own is our own business! So keep your nose out of it!"

Christine replied, "Well, it is my business, damn you, because I love him and I'm not going to stand by and watch him waste his time with you!"

Glory came back with, "Oh you're not, are you? Well, let me tell you something, kid; you don't even know what the word love means. Alan loves ME!"

In his fantasy, the two of them were nearly completely ignoring him as their argument with each other grew more heated. "Love? Ha! That's a laugh. He ADMIRES you and he's confusing his feelings. Have you ever heard of something called 'Alan-worthy'? Well I have, and let me tell you, to even get in the door you need to have at least an E-cup chest. And that's the bare minimum (and I do mean 'bare'). What have you got? B-cups, at best!"

Glory thrust her bare chest forward. "I'll have you know, young lady, these are 34Cs and he loves them just fine. Don't you, my lover?"

Christine snorted loudly. "34C? Bah! That's nothing. Just look at these babies! Read 'em and weep!" She pulled her top down, letting her big 38F breasts spring free.

"Oh yeah? Well he's not so shallow that he goes for a girl like you who's nothing more than a pair of overinflated flesh pillows!"

"Overinflated flesh pillows?! Bitch! He loves ME!"

"Bitch, who are you calling bitch?! You're the bitch, you shameless slut! Alan, tell her. Tell her who you really love."

But Christine interjected rapidly, "He loves ME! He even asked me out before anyone else! I'll show you who the bitch is!" She picked up a fistful of sand and threw it in Glory's face.

Glory had to close her eyes when she saw what was coming. But even though she was temporarily blinded, that didn't stop her from taking a fistful of sand and throwing it in Christine's direction. She scored a direct hit and Christine was forced to keep her eyes closed as well.

"BITCH!" Christine screamed hysterically as she launched herself at Glory, her fingers extended into claw shapes.

Glory screamed right back and brought her clawed fingers out as well. The towel she'd been using to cover herself fell to the sand forgotten.

Even though both of them had their eyes closed they had no trouble finding each other, and soon a full-on cat fight was under way. The two of them rolled about in the sand, yanking on each other's hair and generally clawing and scratching. Christine's bikini bottoms were ripped off at some point and fell away.

But it wasn't much of a contest. The odds were fairly even at first by virtue of the fact that both of them were effectively blinded, and both of them were very fit and athletic. But soon Christine's martial arts skill came into play and Glory had no counter for some of Christine's expert moves.

It happened in a flash, but somehow Christine wound up on top of Glory and had one of Glory's arms pinned behind her. "Who's the bitch, now?" Christine crowed victoriously. "That's right; you're my bitch. I think it's time you show the proper appreciation for my so-called 'overinflated flesh pillows.' Let's see you lick my nipples. And you can finger my pussy with your free hand. I'll let you go once you make me cum."

"No! Never!" But Christine still had a hand around Glory's wrist on the arm pinned behind her, and she twisted it a little.

"Ow! Okay, okay! But I warn you, I'm no lesbian! I can't make you cum; I don't know the first thing-"

"Just do it! And no funny stuff, or you'll regret it!"

Glory started licking one of Christine's extended nipples. At the same time, she reluctantly brought her free hand down to Christine's blonde pussy and inserted a finger.

In his daydream, Alan watched as Glory's reluctance slowly faded. Within a minute or two, the two of them were rolling around in the sand again, but this time because they were madly kissing and fondling each other. Christine had let go of Glory's arm because she had no more need to use coercion; their hands were simply flying all over each other as if both of them were trying to touch and stimulate every single body part at once.

But in their rolling about they eventually rolled into Alan's feet. That reminded both of them that he was still there.

Christine broke the lip-lock and exclaimed, "Alan! Um, you don't mind that we, uh...?"

"Mind? Hardly. I like it when my ladies get better acquainted with each other. But look what you two started." He whipped the towel away from his crotch, revealing his throbbing erection.

That fully caught the attention of Glory and Christine. The two of them scrambled for position. Glory said, "Christine, I know you're a virgin. Leave this to a talented mouth."

"Hey! I won the fight fair and square. Let me claim my reward." They were jostling and pushing each other and it looked like another catfight would break out.

But Alan said, "Ladies, another thing I like is when my women learn to share."

Christine and Glory got the hint and each one of them took one side of his erection. Their hair was still tussled about, their eyes were wild, and there were minor scratches here and there, but nothing serious. Soon enough, they redirected all their hyper fighting energy into a dual blowjob.

He slumped back against the rock wall behind him, put his hands behind his head, and sighed in contentment.

Aaaaah! This is the life! Make love not war, I say. And would you look at that? They're still playing with each other's tits even as they suck and blow me while fondling my balls. And Christine's a natural cocksucker! I'm gonna have to fuck those mammoth tits of hers in short order. But that's just the warm-up for when I take her cherry...