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“Michael, we can’t fall in love. I have told you that before. Make love to me all you want, but I can’t do more than that. I do care very deeply for you, but I don’t dare say what you want me to,” she said in tears. “Besides, I promised your girl.”

I kissed her tears away as I felt her start lifting and dropping. I was determined not to cum too quickly.

She started kissing me all over my face while riding me like I was a bull. It didn’t take long for her to climax and I didn’t have the voice to let her know and I discharged a massive amount of cum up inside her. We hadn’t talked about whether she was protected or not. I hope so, or both of us will be in a shit-load of trouble.

She stopped, as my cum left me and entered her. “Oooh dear God, Michael. I remember how much you cum. Fill me up, let me have it all, please?”

This was different from the day she and Cece ravaged me over the course of a day and a half the day after I turned 14 years old. I am so glad Miss Guthrie and I had our first time me early that same morning.

That day I was expected ‘to perform’ for them, now I am able to express my feelings through my actions. The down side of that is that I am falling in love with every woman I make love to. I don’t know if I can ever tell Jenn about it?

All of my energy was focused below my waist. She leaned her large heavy breasts into my face, and I eagerly licked and sucked as I finally finished erupting inside my musical mentor.

It took a while for me to focus, and I saw Jenn, Janice, and Ally all watching us. I don’t know how long they were there, but I got a nice applause while still teasing her nipples with my teeth.

That got me hard again, and Katie said, “What a stud. Ready to go again, Michael?”

“I am exhausted. Maybe in a couple of days we could try it on a solid surface,” I said taking a big breath.

“How was that compared to the other ladies you have made love to, Michael?” she asked me not moving from being connected.

“I don’t know how to answer that without making anyone mad or jealous. Let me say this. I have ... only made love with women older than me. Each of them was more than I expected and my affection for all of you grows with each time I get to experience lovemaking. I care deeply for you all. I love my mother, get a kick out of Ally, Cece knew what she was doing, I am in lust with you and don’t want to ever take any one of you for granted, especially my girl and future wife, Jennifer Guthrie.”

“And you are only fourteen. I can only imagine you as you get older,” my spa lover said to me.

“Stay with us for as long as you would like. That way you get to be up close and personal,” I said

She pulled herself off me and took a couple of deep breaths before she got out of the spa. Jenn ran over to help her out giving her back her bikini in the process. I reached down and found my suit on the bottom of the spa where it had fallen. Ally helped me out glancing at my hardening dick in the process.

I didn’t bother putting my suit back on and I went to my room. I dropped on my bed, and I fell asleep.

Showering alone, I got dressed and came back out to hear them singing some more. Mom got up to let me play and without missing a beat I started “I Dreamed A Dream,” and Jennifer jumped in with her mighty and unparalleled soprano voice.

The rest of them took a step back as she sang. Her emotions were amped up a little, but she was looking at me as the music carried her to the heavens where she must have come from before we met.

I stopped, and she finished it a cappella going to the heavens for the note and nailing it.

After dinner and a good night’s sleep, I was ready to start the week before our John Williams concert. There was no time for LES MISÉRABLES rehearsing. I wanted our evening of orchestrated music to be as close to perfect as elementary and high schoolers can be.

I did talk to Jeremy about him going solo on the Overture concert next year. He was very excited and relentlessly shook my hand. He clicked his heels as I saw him walk over to Isabel Chapman and give her a kiss on the lips. I watched, expecting her to slap him, but they stayed connected longer than I thought young Mr. Nichols could handle. They walked away together as he stopped to take her hand.

Way to go Jeremy!

I went from orchestra to orchestra, working on small details in the twenty-one pieces of music we perform later in the week. When I had the choirs, I told them of the Choral Concert next year. They loved the idea. Along with Katie, Paul, and Cece, who all got energized at the ideas that were worked out.

I took my Jennifer to lunch each day alternating between the two schools. No one asked us about Katie living with us. I was prepared to answer if asked. No one did.

Brian was scheduled to come back into town on the Friday before the concert. He was bringing a friend who he thought might enjoy Ally’s company plus a mystery guest.

The week moved along quite well, as the fine-tuning was working on everyone.

As available, I had teachers come in to work on their solos, with the Lincoln High orchestra. I did the same with the Jackson Heights orchestra and their teachers. They all appreciated my persistence to improve everyone. That’s just me.

Saturday arrived, and I had the orchestra come in an hour early to have a sound check. Stu worked hard to get all the microphones placed just right among the combined orchestra. The only number we practiced was our opening number, and it was brilliant. I told them to relax and allowed the audience to come in and be seated.

I wasn’t in a tux -- that would be for LES MISÉRABLES. I did wear nice clothes, with an open collar and a jacket that fit better than before.

The audience, with a mix of adults and many students, filled in with help from some teachers to make sure everyone was in the correct seat.

I had made a pre-recorded message to be played at the moment just before we began, “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Tonight, we are honoring a most remarkable man. A man who has won five Academy Awards, four Golden Globes, seven British Academy Awards along with twenty-one Grammy Awards. That man is John Williams.”

I raised my baton and began our opening number...

B-flat
C-natural
A-flat
down an octave to A-flat
ending with an E-flat.

Everyone recognized that and started an applause, but it went on as Nancy and Claude began their ‘conversation.’

It went as well as I had hoped, with people standing and applauding. I turned and acknowledged the audience. I saw mom, with Brian and Ally with someone I hadn’t met yet. In between was a man I instantly recognized ... John Williams -- himself! Shit!

He was applauding and really enjoyed it. He doffed his hat to me, and I turned back around to face my orchestra. I took a healthy deep breath.

Wow! I was really energized now. We began the ‘Prologue of Harry Potter,’ with Isis Price playing the xylophone. The violins came in behind and they blended together perfectly.

With the applause having reached its zenith we went straight into the Raiders March. The horns were all at their best. After that was done, they all stood again. “Michael, are you OK,” came in my headset. “I am fine, Stu. When we are through tonight, I need a spotlight on the front row of the audience to my left. Make it a soft light, please?”

“Sure thing. What’s going on?”

“Just do it, please?” I said taking a soothing deep breath.

STAR WARS, then the SUPERMAN main theme was up next. I was feeling less tense, but I was still amped.

The final number of our first act was the “Liberty Fanfare.” It had been commissioned to celebrate the Centennial of the Statue of Liberty on July Fourth, 1986. It has all his usual brass themes and recurring strings as well.

When we were finished with it, I added a flair that I completely stole from Mr. Williams. Everyone got to their feet and applauded for a solid minute before the announcement of a fifteen-minute intermission happened. I gave my musicians ten minutes.

I stepped down to greet my idol, and my mom, of course.

Brian helped him to his feet and I stepped in and said, “It is the greatest honor of my life to meet you, Sir. You are the reason I conduct at all.”

“Thank you for those kind words,” he said to me. “When my friend Brian O’Sullivan told me about a young conductor in Indiana, I had to come and see you. If only I had been so talented when I was fourteen years old.” He is a two handed shaker.

I finally took a deep breath before, “May I introduce you to the audience at the end of the evening, Mr. Williams?”

“That would be all right with me. Please take your bows first. I was telling Brian that you appear to have the talent to be one of the best conductors in my and the next lifetime. Your technique is magnificent. I see the influence of Arthur Fiedler in your methodology, along with the enthusiasm of Keith Lockhart.”

“Your mother tells me that you are headed to Jacob’s School of Music, a fine school,” he went on to say. “I know some of the people there. If you would like a letter of recommendation, I would wholeheartedly provide one. I really enjoy your personal style, don’t let anyone change it, Michael.”

I shook his hand again and took the water Jenn was holding for me and took a big gulp, and a kiss. I went back to my perch putting my headphones back on.

“Michael, was that... ?”

“Yes Stuart, the greatest concertmaster of all time, John Williams is in the building. I did not know in advance, if that is what you are about to ask me? Blink the lights, please?”

That brought the audience back inside and the last of my musicians as well. The houselights went out.

“Jaws” was up first. They were pitch-perfect. Once it got up to speed, the theme was obvious. The timpani’s helped a lot with the mood. The whole orchestra was ready to end this cold ... and they proved themselves, without a single, solitary stray note.

I turned to see our group standing cheering and applauding.

We went on with “Towering Inferno,” “Poseidon Adventure,” and the “Olympic Fanfare” that JW wrote and the “Bugler’s Dream” authored by Leo Amaud.

One of my favorites, but not as well known, was the theme to the movie FAR AND AWAY. Genny Schraeder led the violins with marvelous staccato notes. Her détachés were fabulous, her mother should be very proud!

Next to last was the famous theme from Harry Potter known musically as “Hedwig’s Theme.” It was like they were all on something, but nevertheless, they as a group, had been fabulous. We went right from the end of that to the finale music from ‘Close Encounters.’

I had a surprise in store for everyone that I told no one. At the appropriate moment, the Lincoln High choir came out to accompany the orchestra in the “Wish Upon A Star” portion of the song. They sounded like the choral moment on the song itself. I taught them what I wanted, and they delivered as the final moments of the song were coming up. Stu took a spotlight to a very tiny spot and moved from left to right like a shooting star. I heard the audience gasp as the music ended thirty seconds after that.

The place went silent for a split second, and then Brian and John stood up and led the applause. I asked my players to stand and bow, then I followed.

“Pipe me through?”

He did, and the spotlight came on.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. I present to you ... the man himself, John Williams!”

He was up and waved as the light hit him. He acknowledged the loud love for him. He threw it back to me, and the sound got even bigger. “Thank you for coming. Drive safely, everyone.”

I released the orchestra and stepped down and gave my idol a hug. “Stay focused Michael, you have plenty of time to be ... extraordinary,” he said to me.

I gave all my ladies a hug, ending with Jennifer. The crowd was exiting, and the evening was over. I dropped into a chair and sat for the first time in about five hours. I heard Brian introduce Jeff Grandy, from BMI in New York, to Alice. She appeared immediately taken by his boyish good looks, think of a young Bill Pullman. He was very slightly gray at the temples and looked in OK shape. Cece and Paul came up to meet Mr. Williams as well. They exchanged hellos’ as a man appeared to take Mr. Williams to wherever he was heading next.

Cece pulled Katie to her asking, “I went to your apartment and that lovely manager told me you moved out and are engaged to be married. Who’s the lucky guy?”

I stood up and approached them and said, taking her arm, “I am. We are a couple now that she has come to live with us.”

Cece was shocked to silence while Paul gave me a high five. We let them stew for a moment before we explained everything. Cece was still pissed that Paul and she hadn’t been told anything.

I think Katie wanted to spill the whole bucket of beans, but I simply told the newly engaged couple, it was as much a move to save money as anything else.

“And ... where is she sleeping?” Cece asked like a FBI interrogator.

“It depends on which day of the week it is,” I said to stir things back up a little.

They both chuckled and Paul said, “Remember what I told you Michael. It’s still good advice,” and he took her away to their car.

Before Katie could say anything, I said, “I will tell you later, doll.”

“Michael,” my mother said, “The boys, Ally and I are going out for a late supper. See you all later.”

“Katie, would you please take Jenn and I home?”

“Sure thing, Boyfriend.”

I had a girl on each arm as we went to her car and headed home. We all sat in the front, with me in between the two ladies.

“Are you hungry?” our driver asked.

“I wouldn’t mind an order of fries and a milkshake,” I said.

“OK, Dairy Queen it is. My treat,” the girl to my left said.

“Can you believe that John Williams showed up like that?” Jennifer asked, leaning on my shoulder. “Or did you know in advance?”

“No, I recognized him quickly, but did my best to stay in control of the evening. Did my nervousness show at all?”

“I didn’t see any,” Katie said. “You hold up well to moments like that. I am very proud of you.”

We pulled up, ordered and drove around to get the food. I took it from her and reached in to get a fry, but my hand was slapped, “No eating in my car, please?”

“Be careful slapping him, he might enjoy it,” Jennifer said, causing them both to break into giggles.

At home, we all got out and ate our food.

“That was so exciting, I am going to stay up a while kids. Care to join me in a movie or something?”

“What would that something be?” I said to the ladies.

“What would you like it to be?” my Jenn said with a big grin on her face.

“Well ... I wouldn’t want to be too presumptuous, but...”

“But what, Michael?” Katie said looking directly into my eyes. “What could all three of us, possibly do all together?”

My pants were straining at the innuendo going on right now. I was already breathing rather shallowly as these two were verbally playing with me.

“Your bed or mine?” Miss Stapleton asked.

Pulling on my hand, Jennifer got me to a standing position and said, “I know you have been thinking about having both of us at the same time Michael. Now is your chance. You can make us scream, you can make us pass out, you can do whatever you want, and we will do as you ask.”

She finalized this speech with a kiss on my lips that only got me harder than I already was.

“Our room,” I simply stated. Oh, dear God in heaven, please let me live through this.

I woke up with two naked girls in my bed. Jennifer had her hand on my chest, and Katie had a boob on my arm. I heard a light tapping on my door. Mom and Ally looked in to see us all in my bed. They looked at each other seeing my condition and quietly giggled. I took a little pride and smiled at them before they closed the door to leave us alone.

The memories of the last six hours played over in my mind...

After getting me to my room, the ladies performed a side-by-side striptease to Alicia Keys “Fallin.”

They even helped each other remove some of their clothing as I watched them both getting naked in front of me. Jenn wasn’t intimidated by the voluptuousness of Katie. I began to strip myself as Jenn came over and helped me while Katie was writhing to the music.

When I was naked, Jennifer dove for my dick sucking on it feverishly. She had trained me well, and I refrained from cumming in her mouth immediately. Katie joined us tickling my balls while Jenn kept up her activity. It was Katie’s hand tracing from my balls back to my butt hole that made me start shooting loads into my girlfriend’s mouth.

I heard her gulp and swallow. Jenn backed off, and Katie suckled on my balls for a while getting me hard almost immediately.

“Ooh, it’s my turn -- fuck me Michael,” this goddess in my room said to me.

She turned on her back ready for me. She was eager for my dick, and I never wanted anything more than I did her. My Jenn went over and started sucking on her massive tits. That was amazing to watch, as I grabbed my now fully erect love muscle and went balls deep inside her.

Katie pulled Jenn off her tits, and they kissed tenderly at first, then I saw them swapping tongues. That did it, and I burst again this time deep inside. I moved to suck on her tits while they kissed. What a turn on it is to see two women kissing, especially when you care for both of them.

Unbelievably, I was getting hard again, but I pulled out and Jenn sucked me clean then climbed on and rode me for over twenty minutes before I came again.

“Bring that pussy of yours over for me to suck on, Katie,” I requested.

“But, I am full of your cum, loverboy!”

“I don’t care, unless you do,” I said breaking into a smile. I think I surprised her. She excused herself to the bathroom then came back and put her freshly fucked, fragrant flower in my face. Using my arms to bring her closer I began a tongue lashing on her like I had never done before. She was trembling in my arms, as I tasted her release licking my lips in the process.

She got up, and I saw Jennifer working hard to get one more batch of Michael Milk out of me. She leaned over, and we kissed with my and Katie’s juices all over my face. This didn’t deter my girl and she licked my face clean as I did indeed cum again.

She looked so very satisfied as I kept up my pounding even after I had cum. “Oh god, I love you Michael,” she said closing her eyes.

We turned around getting under the covers. Katie joined us, and we all fell into a most satisfying sleep...

“BREAKFAST in FIVE,” came the voice of Ally through the door.t woke us all up I found a nipple close enough to o put my lips around, and Katie said, “Again?”

The girls got up, and pulled me into the shower with them, taking a ‘wash it once’ shower with promises for another of duration really soon. We all put enough clothes on to be decent, although neither girl put on a bra. We walked into the kitchen together. I couldn’t keep from smiling as I reached to take the pancakes to the breakfast table.

Nothing was being said, but the furtive glances were all around. That went on for a while before my mother had to say, “It sure looks like you three had fun last night.”

“What about you, ladies?” I deflected.

“Yeah mom,” Jennifer said, “You look very happy this morning. Is it safe to say you hit it off with Jeff?”

“Yes, a few times actually,” she said with a grin.

A few more moments of silence occurred until, “Kids, Brian and Jeff would like to take us for a week to New York. With Katie here to oversee things, would you mind if we were gone for a whole week?”

This was a big step for the two of them to pursue normal lives, so I boldly replied, “I am sure Jennifer and I don’t mind you getting some me time, really -- I don’t mind.”

“I agree with Michael,” Jenn replied. “I am sure Katie won’t be too strict with us while you are gone. Make sure you all are protected.”

“Good,” Ally said. “They are coming to get us in an hour. We are already packed and ready to go.”

We waved goodbye as they all drove off together in the rental car.

“How about a spa, ladies?” I suggested. “Clothing optional, of course.”

They laughed as I grabbed the towels, and they beat me to the spa. I dropped trou and joined them.

“Does that ever go down, Michael?” the remaining adult in the house said.

“Rarely anymore. I need to be ready for whoever wants me next, don’t I?”

That got a slap on the shoulder from Jennifer.

We had a blast just vegging out until Katie thought we should get something to eat. I figured she would call in for pizza or something, but after she put on a shirt and panties, she fixed up a healthy lunch of Green Bean Salad for three. It was very good.

“So, tell me again why you have never settled down with anyone?” I asked.

“I am a bit aggressive and most guys get turned off by it. The only one who hasn’t been, is you Michael. I am sorry if I said too much, but it’s the truth.”

“That’s OK, I don’t mind,” Jennifer said. “After your first time together, Michael has become much more assertive.”

I thought of saying something, but I decided not to.

Later that night, I got a call from Mom, “Hey Michael, we have arrived and are staying at the Marriott New York. How is everything going there?”

“Great, Katie made us lunch and I treated the ladies to dinner. We spent some time in the spa, but not much more than that.”

“Sounds like fun, I just wanted to check in. Goodnight, Honey.”

“Goodnight Mom, love you.”

The next morning, we all went to school together, getting dropped off at Jackson Heights and the girls traveled and parked in the high school teacher’s parking lot.

I saw and said “Good morning” to Clara and Harold. I was in a remarkably good mood, and I smiled at everyone I encountered. I took my available time to work on the details surrounding both the Teacher’s concert and LES MISÉRABLES that were next up on the schedule.

I walked in to check in with Paul, and he closed the door asking me to sit down.

“What’s up, Paul?”

“Are you sleeping with Jennifer Stapleton?” he asked rather brusquely.

“Why would you ask me something as personal as that?”

“Answer my question, are you?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“Something Cece said to me made me suspicious. Now, she has moved in with you and I am concerned about my best friend.”

“How is that, exactly?”

“She’s more than you can handle -- more than I could handle.”

“I am not you, am I?”

“Are you in love with her?”

“No! I am in love with Jennifer Guthrie. She’s just icing on the cake, to use a phrase.”

“Michael, I have nothing but respect for you and what you have accomplished around here. Don’t make a mistake you can’t back down from.”

“Do you still love her, Paul?”

“That’s not a fair question, I am getting married to Cece. I had feelings for her once, but not anymore.”

“We are being as careful as we need to be. I appreciate your concern, I really do. She’s amazing and I know you still care at least a little.”

“All right Michael, you have been warned,” he said now breaking into a big smile.

I set my bag down and left the room with the two scores in hand. I was a little upset, but still focused on my immediate tasks at hand. I called Mom giving her my list of Overtures I needed from Brian and Jeff. She wrote them down and promised to get them on their way. It was an easy decision not to tell her anything about my discussion with Paul.

I wandered over to Lincoln to surprise Katie. I told her about my discussion with Paul. She was surprised, but not shocked about his concerns. She nearly cried over the fact I told her about it, but, still, she kept it together.

The orchestra came in, and we spent the time working on the Teachers Music for half the period and LES MISÉRABLES the second half. It is four weeks to the Teachers Concert and almost nine weeks until our trio of LES MISÉRABLES performances.

I gave them a heads up about what happened after our break for Thanksgiving and Christmas, which got them all excited. I told them about what was happening when the new school year started next August about becoming their teacher while attending the school as a freshman and that made them very happy. The seniors sounded a little saddened, but they all hoped the best for Miss Stapleton and me.

After class was over, I lightly touched Katie on the hand and said, “See you later,” as I left her alone.

I had the same discussion a little later with the Jackson Heights orchestra also going over both the Teachers Concert and LES MISÉRABLES scores. Before I left, I told Paul of my discussion with Miss Stapleton concerning his worries. He understood, and promised not to tell anyone, especially his fiancée. We shook hands about it.

I went back to see Jennifer for lunch, giving her a heads up about what happened. She smiled at me giving me a kiss as we stopped at the Teachers’ Lounge. Katie joined us, to Jennifer’s surprise. I remarked how well we all were getting along, and both smiled graciously as we had lunch.

My day went on with speaking to the choirs giving them a heads-up on the choral event planned for after the first of the year. They were both mutually excited over the chance to do some really tight harmonies with the different styles and eras of music I had picked from. We were on track to make beautiful music together.

The PBS event with my conducting the Indianapolis Symphony Orchestra had started airing a lot on regional TV giving me a higher recognition factor not only at the schools, but also when the three of us went out together. Mom even called telling me how proud she was on how it turned out. I was being heard of by ‘all the right people’ according to her. She was very proud of me.

The Jennifers and I watched the whole thing together, including the breaks that asked for memberships or donations as I explained to Katie what had happened that day. I even called and became a member of PBS, myself.

I had recently gotten into listening to audiobooks I purchased online. It seemed a more efficient way to read and retain information.

Early on I listened to ‘How to Win Friends and Influence People,’ and other ‘help yourself’ audiobooks. Then I got all the ‘Harry Potter books,’ (Jim Dale is remarkable), then all the Michael Crichton I could find. Now I have 33 books with the most recent being Walter Isaacson’s wonderful biography of Steve Jobs.

It had an effect on me that caused me to start thinking about my future, did I want to be the next Steve Jobs, Walt Disney, or maybe the next Jim Henson?

In the same breath, I decided all I wanted was to be loved and wealthy, not wealthy for the sake of it, but so I could help those who needed it.

I wanted to help the blind, the homeless, anyone less fortunate than I. As a Musical Conductor, I had no real idea how wealthy I could become, but i had hopes!

Thinking about what real money could do, I had dreams of 100 story hotels all over Vincennes, a huge auditorium to perform in, and reasons for people to come and live in the nicest town in Indiana. I know that I love it here!

We finished off the various leftovers from the fridge; I had the final two ribs, and the ladies worked on the different covered bowls. We also took the initiative to plan out our meals for the rest of the week. Not having quit yet, Katie would go off to work at Hooters each night, bringing home some food and a wad of cash. This whole thing was working out well. Jenn and I would wait up for her, prompting a big smile on her face after she walked through the door.

While she was gone, Jenn and I would work on some musical decisions. We cherry-picked through our favorite performers who would be best to front the various choral numbers.

When I played, “I Believe I Can Fly” the first voice I thought of was fourteen-year-old Sam Choate, and Jenn agreed immediately. “Sunrise Sunset” can be split with the men and women singing separately, and then coming together for most of the song. “Someone to Watch Over Me” needed a lower female voice. Jenn suggested Joan, which made me think for a moment, and I agreed.

“Didn’t We Almost Have It All” started to play, and I, without hesitation turned to her and said, “You have to sing the Whitney Houston song, sweetheart. Nobody else could sing it as well as you can.”

She leaned her head against my shoulder saying, “You always do say exactly the right thing at the right time. I love you so much Michael.”

“Standing on the Corner” was easy enough ... just the men. After that, was the classic “Love Is A Many Splendored Thing.” It made me think of Peter Chapman. Again, Jenn completely agreed.

A song I heard at the end of an episode of COVERT AFFAIRS, I Shazamed. called “Blower’s Daughter.” It’s performed by a chorus of many girls and a piano. It was so beautiful with counter melodies and at least nine-part harmony, maybe more. It was during that piece of music Katie walked in and dropped by me. “Don’t you love them? I heard this on the radio before. I can only imagine all of our girls singing this.”