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Glory stood before a full length mirror in her apartment, looking at her outfit. Does this make me look fat? I think it makes me look fat. No, everyone tells me this is one of my best outfits. But what if I've gained weight, and this dress magnifies it? Maybe I need to wear something more daring.
Arrgh! Listen to me. I sound like some kind of teenage girl. Why did I ever agree to do this? Is it too late to back out? It is. I just know it's going to end badly. How did I ever get in this mess in the first place?
Glory thought back to what led her to her current situation, with Alan scheduled to come and pick her up for the Thanksgiving meal at any moment. It had all started the evening before.
Glory was vacuuming her bedroom when she heard the doorbell ring. She didn't have any friends who just stopped by without calling first, at least not since she'd recently broken up with her boyfriend. She assumed it was some kind of salesperson and kept vacuuming. But the doorbell rang again, so she went to check it out.
She looked through the peephole first. The person was standing close to the hole and all she could see was a mass of curly dark reddish-brown hair. She could tell it was a woman from the hair, so she felt safe enough to open the door. But she regretted it as soon as she did.
"Suzanne! My, isn't this a surprise! Nice to see you!" Glory was all smiles.
Inwardly, she cursed, Shit! Not HER! She's nothing but trouble. I know it! And look how I look. Shit, shit, shit! Look at the miles of alabaster cleavage. You'd think she's off to the Academy Awards ceremony or something. She always dresses so nicely, and I look like some kind of couch potato. Heck, I'd have to put on something nicer than this to even look like a slovenly couch potato. Shit!
Actually, Glory's outfit didn't look half bad, and she kept her apartment nice and clean, but she found herself with a strong need to impress Suzanne. She knew that Suzanne lived over in the millionaires' neighborhood and that her apartment would barely qualify as guest quarters over there. Her heart was pounding way too loud.
"Good to see you," Suzanne said jovially. "Sorry for dropping by unannounced. You don't mind?"
"Mind? Are you kidding? It's a treat." Inwardly she cursed, Damn and double damn! This is a living nightmare. I feel so embarrassed. She added, "Come on in! Please, sit down and make yourself at home."
"Thank you. I don't mind if I do." Suzanne took a seat on the big sofa in Glory's living room.
Stalling for time, Glory asked, "Would you like some coffee?"
"Yes, please. Thank you."
Glory brought the coffee, and then sat on the love seat directly across from her. "So. Let me guess. You're here about Alan. Is there some kind of crisis?"
Suzanne smiled, causing Glory's heart to pitter patter. "Good guess, but no, there's no crisis. Well, not an immediate one at any rate. I just wanted to invite you to a Thanksgiving meal tomorrow at the Plummer house. Alan, his sister, and his mother will be there, and so will I and my daughter Amy. You've met all of us at one time or another. Sorry for the short notice, but I just found out that you'll be spending Thanksgiving all alone and we can't have that. It wouldn't be neighborly."
It was true that Glory was planning on having her Thanksgiving meal alone, but that was only because she'd had plans with her boyfriend which were recently canceled when she broke up with him. She hadn't told that to Alan or anyone else though, so she couldn't possibly see how Suzanne could know that.
She asked, "That's true, but, hey! How did you know?"
Suzanne waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, I ran into what's his name in the supermarket. Your old boyfriend. Garth, I believe. We got to talking and he mentioned how he felt bad that you two would both be alone for the holiday. So of course I just had to do something since I already consider you my friend."
That was all true, technically speaking, but what Suzanne failed to mention was that she'd deliberately "accidentally" run into Garth a few days earlier precisely to pump him for information about Glory while appearing to just hold a casual conversation with him. She'd learned quite a few useful tidbits, including some surprising and enticing hints about Glory's sex life after Garth started wondering aloud if he'd lost Glory because his bedroom skills weren't good enough. When Suzanne was at her manipulative best, she had a way of getting people to reveal more than they normally would have.
Luckily, Glory didn't think to question how Suzanne even knew who her boyfriend was in the first place. (In fact, in recent days Suzanne had been putting out feelers about Glory and trying to learn everything she could about her to gain an edge.)
"Oh, I see." Glory was a bit disappointed that Suzanne had a legitimate reason to have found that out, because now she didn't have any good excuse to turn the invitation down, yet she had to. "Thanks for thinking of me and for coming all the way here to ask me in person, but I ... I just can't."
"Why not? If there's a scheduling conflict we can move the time around to better suit you."
"No, it's not that ... You're making it really hard for me to wiggle out of this, you know, but that's exactly what I have to do. I just can't go there."
"You can't? Why?"
Glory was getting a little upset and the irritation showed in her face. "Why? You ask me why? You know why! Actually, there are several whys. For one thing, to be blunt about it, it would be too awkward, knowing what I know about everyone there."
Suzanne purposely played dumb, giving her a blank and uncomprehending look.
"You know!" Glory added with frustration. "The fact that everyone there has been ... intimate ... with Alan. EVERYone. Do I make myself clear?"
"Oh. That." They both knew she was talking about incest, though neither wanted to say that word out loud. She lied, "You know, it's odd, but I've been around that so long now that I don't even think about it anymore."
"Well, I do!" Glory crossed her arms defiantly.
"Look, I know it must seem strange, but I can assure you that a meal at the Plummer house is exactly the same as a meal anywhere else." She added naughtily to herself, Except for all the times someone is blowing my Sweetie beneath the table or at least Susan is serving everyone in her erotic apron and spreading her legs to offer up her tasty pussy juice for dessert, hee-hee.
Suzanne continued with a sincere and even slightly offended face, "It's not like some kind of wild orgy breaks out. I'm insulted that you'd even think anything like that. When you come over, there won't be the slightest hint of anything untoward or sexual. It'll just be family and friends sharing a meal."
Glory huffed, "And all of them are buxom bombshells who just happen to be sleeping with the one and only male there. That right there is extremely untoward, if you ask me!" She briefly glanced down at Suzanne's own buxom chest, and then quickly looked away.
Suzanne frowned. "Oh dear. I was afraid you might say something like this. Let me cut to the chase. Glory, I talked to you recently about you and me working together to help save Alan from his excesses. Remember how we talked about how we'd work as a team to make sure he did his homework? Well, we still need to be doing that kind of thing. I know you've broken up with him and frankly I can completely understand and sympathize with why you did that." She lied again, "I'm not here to try to get you to change your mind about that."
"You're not? Then what's this about?"
"Of course I'm not! I really am here to invite you to Thanksgiving dinner. As for Alan, it's bad enough sharing him with as many women as I do now, so why would I want to share him with one more? That's less time with him for me. Don't worry, I'm on YOUR side. Haven't you ever had a lover and then gone on to be friends with that person? Or at least had people you know who did that? It's common, unless maybe the break up was especially bitter, but that wasn't the case with you and him, so why can't the two of you be friends?"
Glory harrumphed indignantly, "Well, I don't know if you could say that we broke up, seeing how we were never going out. Yes, I was his sexual plaything. One of many. I suppose he thought it would be a real coup to add a teacher to his list of conquests and I foolishly acquiesced. He'd amuse himself during lunch with me sometimes, unless he was off bopping one of his cheerleader floozies. So if you call that going out, then we were going out, I guess." She finished with a bitter, "Ha!"
"Come on, you know it's not like that. He loves you."
Glory wanted to lash out at Alan, but since he wasn't there she shot daggers into Suzanne's eyes instead. "Yeah, me and probably a dozen others, for all I know. Big deal."
Suzanne held her hands up defensively. "Okay, okay, relax. I know what you mean. The same thing happened to me. Look at me. Look at you. Look at all of his lovers. We're all centerfold material."
Glory was about to protest that, but Suzanne beat her to it. "Oops! Don't say it! I know what you're going to say, that you don't fall into that category, but you're wrong. You're sexy. You're hot. You're a very desirable woman." Suzanne knew that Glory felt intimidated by the Playboy model appearances of the other women and that was one important reason she didn't want to attend, but even though she was buttering her up, she really meant it.
Glory found herself blushing. Her heart was beating hard again, just after she'd finally been calming down. SUZANNE thinks I'm hot! Wow! What is it about this woman? I don't have the slightest bisexual bone in my body, but this woman just does something to me that I can't explain!
Suzanne continued, "My point is, Alan clearly is a very remarkable young man. I've never been forced to share any of my lovers with anyone before; I never so much as considered such a crazy idea. And yet now I do. It is an embarrassing thing to admit to, so I know EXACTLY how you feel. But one of the remarkable things about him is that he is fundamentally such a decent young man. He's got such, well, decency and incredible capacity to love and be loved, that I have no doubt he has what it takes to love me and others too. And I do mean love, heart and soul. He loves you, Glory. I know it for a fact because he talks about you all the time."
"He does? What about?"
"Oh, you've been his favorite teacher for two years, at least. It's always been 'Glory says this' and 'Glory says that.' Believe me, I've known all about you for a long time now."
"But how can that be? You're not his mother; you don't live with him."
"No, but Susan and I have been best friends since he was born. I changed his diapers countless times. I'm about as close to being a mother as a non-family member can get. In fact, he even calls me 'Mother' sometimes, and calls Susan 'Mom.'" She figured Glory would figure out Alan had two mothers sooner or later, and she was trying to slowly break the news to her.
Oh great, Glory thought bitterly. More incest, or at least near incest.
Chapter 2Suzanne tried to get the conversation back on track. "But not only that, he NEEDS you, desperately, as a friend! That's why I'm here." She lied once more, "Not to restart your sexual relationship with him, but so you can transition into being a platonic friend with him."
The wily redhead added, "He's going through a difficult time. We've been over this before. The very fact that he has so many lovers, and all of them such amazingly talented and beautiful sexy vixens no less, is messing with his mind! We're in danger of losing the kind and gentle Alan we all know and love, and seeing him replaced by an arrogant, self-centered ass. He needs help and soon, to stop that from happening! I'm convinced that YOU hold the key to saving him!"
"Me?! Why me?"
"You know as well as I do that you were far more than just another one of his teachers before you two became intimate. He considers you his mentor, his guide to life. You know this already." She exaggerated, "He'll listen to what you say and follow your advice more than just about anybody!" Then she added more honestly, "I know that you care about him deeply as a person, all sexual feelings aside."
"That may be," Glory admitted, "but I don't even think that's an appropriate relationship for a teacher and student to have, never mind the sexual aspect. We're just too close." Her gaze strayed to Suzanne's deep cleavage again, before she jerked her head away.
Suzanne put down the cup of coffee she'd been holding. "But that's the reality. You can't deny that, just because some people might frown upon it. Are you willing to just stand there and watch this dreadful transformation take place in him without doing something about it? And don't tell me you need time to adjust. He doesn't have time. He needs to get his head screwed on straight now, right now, or it'll be too late. He's in the middle of a pivotal transformative period as he comes to grips with his new life. These weeks he's going through right now are the most important ones of his life as all his key relationships become settled. The pattern he sets now is the pattern that will guide him for the rest of his life. YOU are the key to his happiness and sanity."
Glory felt a tightness in her chest, as the conversation was making her increasingly stressed. "Suzanne, I think it's unfair of you to put all of this burden on my shoulders. I do appreciate what you're saying, really I do, but I DO need time. I just broke it off with him a few days ago! You know what he's like, his sexual magnetic pull. I need to wash those feelings out of my system at least somewhat before I see him again. I need this long weekend to get my head screwed on straight too. Maybe, just maybe, I need to find a new boyfriend and fast. Then I'll feel safe around him. Hopefully."
"Come on. You make it sound like he's some kind of ruthless sexual predator. Isn't he kind and understanding and sensitive to your needs? At least for now, as he hasn't turned into what we who frequent the Plummer house call the 'Bad Alan.' He's still basically the 'Good Alan.' Do you really think he'd push you into doing something you didn't want to do?"
"No," Glory reluctantly admitted. "But he doesn't have to push! Oh God, this is so embarrassing to admit, especially about one of my students, but whenever I see him I get giddy and weak in the knees! I'm worried that I won't be able to control myself!"
Suzanne replied, "That's why you have to come to this meal with us. You'll be seeing him in school on Monday and every school day after that, will you not? Are you afraid of throwing yourself at him right in the middle of class?"
Glory suddenly envisioned herself stopping a lecture at the chalkboard in mid-sentence, confidently walking between desks to Alan's desk, wordlessly unzipping his pants zipper, and start sucking on his big shaft. She imagined all the befuddled stares and gasps from her students. She pictured reaching a hand between her legs to flip them the bird without even pausing from her licking and sucking. She imagined Heather in particular standing up aghast and insulted, but also burning with jealousy.
Glory shivered with excitement and practically slobbered in anticipation as she started thinking about exactly how she'd deep throat him.
But she looked at Suzanne a bit startled and said, "Just about! It's practically that bad! Come on, you're one of his lovers; don't look at me that way. You know how it is with him! He didn't used to, even a month ago, but now he has this way about him. He's so full of confidence. It's like he can mentally undress you with his eyes."
"I do, I do," Suzanne nodded. "I know just what you're talking about. But I think you're still exaggerating terribly." She said in a very friendly and jokey style, "Come on, it's not THAT bad, is it? I mean, yes, he's a great lover, but he's just a kid. He's flesh and blood just like everyone else."
Suzanne found herself in a bit of an awkward position. She had gotten so used to pumping up Alan's reputation around Susan that it was second nature for her to start raving about how big his dick was, how tasty his cum was, and so on. She knew that kind of talk would just scare Glory off at this point, so not only did she have to refrain from doing that, she actually had to try to downplay his attributes. She found it a constant mental challenge not to slip up.
"Well, I suppose," Glory admitted. "But there's something about him that's just so irresistible."
Suzanne sat forward in her chair dramatically. "But you MUST resist! If you're going to get over him, you must!" She lied again, "I'm rooting for you because I need you to help him as a friend. A platonic friend and advisor. That's why this meal is so important. Right now you're afraid to be alone with him outside the classroom, right?"
Glory glumly nodded.
"So, you have to walk before you can run. You should start out being with him in groups of people in completely non-sexual situations. Then, if that works out, you can be with him in smaller and smaller groups until you're finally comfortable with being with him alone. And what could be a safer and less sexual situation than a Thanksgiving meal with family?"
She lied still more, "Not only that, but I'll be right there to make sure that nothing sexual happens. I can steer the conversation to safe grounds if need be and generally be your guardian angel. If you find his pull too strong despite all that, just make a signal and I'll find an excuse to take you home early. It's a can't lose situation!"
"Well, I don't know ... It's just ... odd. The whole thing is so damnably odd. I mean, how can I even look him in the eye, with my feelings all a jumble? And I can't look his sister or mother in the eye, either, knowing what they've done. It would be awkward all around. I don't like it. I'm sorry, but I have to say no."
"Don't worry, I'll smooth it all over. Do you think Susan and Katherine have fangs and horns? They're the kindest, nicest people you could ever meet."
"No, I don't mean to insult them. I know they're both very nice people. That's not the main problem, anyway."
Suzanne pressed, "Besides, what else are you going to do, sit at home alone, feeling sorry for yourself while stuffing unhealthy snacks in your mouth and watching parades on TV?"
Glory, in fact, was anticipating doing something just like that. Increasingly frustrated, she blurted out, "It's just that ... I'm so tempted! Suzanne, please don't make me do this!" She was practically begging now.
Suzanne stated calmly, "Don't do it for me. Do it for him. If you have any feelings for him at all, help him. Now is his time of need. Next month will be too late. Heck, maybe even next week. You're his mentor, his guide, his good friend. Without your advice, he's lost. You and I, we're the only ones with the inner strength and wisdom to tell him no when he needs someone to tell him no. I can't do it all by myself. The others are well meaning, but are too immature or weak."
"I don't feel strong," Glory sadly admitted, as she snuck a peek at Suzanne's pale cleavage again.
Suzanne leaned forward again and took Glory's hands in hers.
That started Glory blushing again, and her heart resumed racing. The touch of Suzanne's fingers sent shivers of excitement up and down her spine. What is it with this woman?! As if I don't have enough problems already, and enough reasons not to go. I need to steer clear of her. Big time! Why does she have to have so much of her ivory orbs hanging out? I'm not even attracted to women in the slightest! This shouldn't be bothering me!
Suzanne looked Glory dead in the eye and said, "I need you. I have a good feeling about you. I know then when it comes down to it, you'll do the right thing for Alan and for all of his loved ones. You'll transition quickly to a platonic relationship with him instead of running away. I hardly know you, but I feel like I know you well already. I can tell that you're not a quitter; I can tell that you're strong. If you do start feeling weak, I'll be there to hold you up. Together, you and I can make it! We'll lick his thing together!"
Glory was startled. She couldn't believe what she thought she'd just heard. "Uh, did you say 'lick his thing'? You mean lick THIS thing, right?"
Suzanne froze for a long moment and then burst into laughter. She withdrew and doubled over as she had a great big belly laugh. "'Lick his thing'? That's a good one!"
Glory found herself laughing too, a little bit at first, but then it was like an unstoppable flood. Not only did she laugh uproariously, but all her tensions and worries seemed to flow out of her as she did it. She found herself wiping tears of laughter from her eyes as she pondered the absurdity of the misunderstanding.
Chapter 3Somehow, amidst all that laughter, Suzanne and Glory forged a new and closer bond between them. Still chuckling, Suzanne took Glory's hands in hers and stood up. "So, we'll count on you there then? Twelve noon. Are you doing anything at that time?"
"No, but I-"
"Excellent! The dress is slightly formal, but not too formal. Everyone will be wearing very conservatively cut outfits. I can assure you that there won't be any sexual vibes in the air whatsoever."
Glory replied, "Good."
"Okay, then. I should get going. Give me a call if you have any questions, as you probably will. No need to bring anything. Here, let me write down my number for you. You have a pen?"
Glory let go of Suzanne's hands - reluctantly - and went to find a pen. As she did that, she thought to herself, I guess I agreed to go ... somehow. I did, didn't I? Suzanne can be awfully persuasive. She could almost be a professional hypnotist. What with the charisma pouring off her, why, you could practically bottle and sell it!
She stared off into space, thinking about Suzanne's voluptuous body and sultry face. And her looks! My God, her looks! She really could sell snow to the Eskimos, from her looks alone!
But I suppose it's for the best. I do need to transition to a platonic relationship with him, and I don't know if I can do it alone, unless maybe I just live like a hermit for a couple of weeks to make sure I avoid him. But with Suzanne standing by me and watching out for me, I feel a lot better. I think I can do this! Yeah! I know I can!
Glory finally found a pen and paper and brought them back to Suzanne.
She waited while Suzanne wrote down her number, even though she already had Suzanne's number somewhere. As she waited, she couldn't help but gawk at Suzanne's beauty. She could feel her heart racing so much, she had to consciously force herself to look and act normal.
As Suzanne handed the paper over, she tenderly took hold of Glory's hand again. "Thanks so much for doing this, Glory. I can tell you and I are going to be very good friends. You won't regret this."
Glory wasn't so certain. She had a bad feeling about it. But at the same time, she felt that it was somehow inevitable that she should attend. She asked, "Do you promise that nothing will happen between Alan and me? Sexual, I mean?"
"I promise that you'll be completely safe at the Plummer house. I swear to God! Nothing will happen to you there. I won't let it!" Suzanne had worded that very carefully. She'd been thinking ahead, hoping that Alan would drive Glory home afterwards, where maybe something could happen.
Suzanne left after some more inconsequential chit chat.
Suzanne waited until she was alone in the elevator heading back to her car before she felt it was safe to celebrate. YES! She threw both arms in the air in exultation. Then she pumped her fists a few times before regaining control of herself.
"Eeeexcellent! Eeeexcellent, Smithers!" Bwa-ha-ha-ha! Tee-hee-hee! I've got to work on my Mr. Burns voice. Oh boy, that was difficult, but fun! I feel so delightfully evil. But as usual with my schemes, it was all done for good and noble reasons. She's such a goner now, and she doesn't even know it! Sweetie will be boning her before, mmmm, say, two o'clock. Three o'clock at the latest.I'm so psyched!
The thing is, they really do need each other. Glory keeps denying the obvious. For instance, I saw that excited gleam in her eyes when I asked if she was afraid of throwing herself at him during class. She WANTS me to deceive her! I'm just helping her cut to the chase so she doesn't have to go through weeks of waffling and misery before inevitably returning to his sweet, sweet embrace, not to mention a happy reunion with Alan Junior. And at least I wasn't lying about her importance to him. My Sweetie really could turn into "Bad Alan" without her being there for him.
That "We'll lick his thing together" comment was kind of risky though. I can't believe I actually had the cojones to say that! The key was to enunciate it juuust clearly enough to get to her to ask, yet still leave room for her to doubt later. It'll be all the sweeter when we do lick his thing together someday; I'll be able to tell her about what I was really thinking that moment and we'll both have a good laugh. But getting her to laugh there was key to breaking the tension and breaking her resistance.
I'm just so GOOD at this, hee-hee! It's a lucky thing I have a code of ethics or there's no telling what kind of mischief I could get into. It does feel in a way like I'm stabbing her in the back with so many lies, but I'm confident that she'll thank me for it later. Still, I shouldn't get into a habit of acting like this with my friends and future friends. I just didn't have any alternative this time because she's been so foolishly headstrong about leaving him.
The thing that frustrates me though is that I can't reveal the outline of my ethics or people would be on to me too much. For instance, I don't lie about promises. Technically, it's true that I'll prevent Sweetie from having sex with her while in the Plummer house. As soon as they go out the door together though, whammo! They'll probably end up doing it on the front lawn. Hee-hee-hee! Well, okay, that's overstating things quite a bit, but I've got a very good gut feeling about his chances as long as I can get her to actually show up.
God, scheming feels good. That's one disappointment about my current lifestyle. Everything's going so wonderfully that I just don't have enough good excuses to scheme. Oh well. Tee-hee-hee!
Chapter 4As soon as Alan entered his house through the garage door, he went straight for the kitchen, looking for his number one mother.
Susan was in the kitchen, working with Brenda on last-minute cooking and cleaning. She was fully clothed, since she didn't expect him home yet. Katherine and Amy were not in sight because they were cleaning elsewhere in the house.
As he got closer, he spied the two busty women grooving to the music on the CD player. The song was "Pearl Necklace" by ZZ Top. When the chorus came around, Brenda and Susan stopped what they were doing, looked at each other, and zestily sang, "A pearl necklace! / She want a pearl necklace!"
He grinned widely at seeing that, sneaking in even closer. Before Susan even had time to fully recognize him and say hello, he had her in his arms. He gave her a great big hug. It wasn't primarily a sexual hug, but more of a loving, comfort hug.
"Whoa!" Susan said with a big smile, turning around in his arms to face him. "And hello to you too! What brings this on, Tiger? Not that I'm complaining."
Alan seemed to be trying to bury his whole body into hers, he was squeezing her so intently. "I have good news! A little while ago, I dropped the UC Berkeley and UCLA applications in the mailbox. And don't worry; I double checked that there were enough stamps and there was a pick-up later and everything. It's done!"
Susan responded predictably, but Alan loved it just the same. "Son, I'm SO proud of you! You're the BEST! I just know that you're going to get in to your top choice!" She kissed his lips with passion and a lot of love too.
When the kiss ended, he muttered, "Thanks, Mom. The truth is, YOU'RE the best. You give me so much confidence." He kept on squeezing her close.
Susan said brightly, "This calls for a celebration!" She looked down meaningfully towards his penis, although she couldn't see it since their bodies were pressed together tightly. She added with a happy smirk, "I wonder how we can celebrate ... Hmmm ... Brenda, what do you think? Can you think of any slurpy, spermy ways we could make him happy? Maybe with our mouths, together?"
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