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I woke up the next morning, snuggled tight up against Megan's back. This was the favorite position for sleeping for both of us. It was my favorite because she has the softest, smoothest butt I've ever felt; just snuggling up to it is almost enough to make me cum. That was really saying something, considering the fantastic bodies that all my girls had. She likes it because she says I am so warm, like having her own personal furnace on cold nights, and because it feels almost as good as me being inside her. She has a point there; I forgot about that in my list of reasons!
I didn't want to get out of bed that morning. It felt so good lying there. I also knew that this was the last time I would feel Megan like this, or any other way, for two weeks. I wanted to soak up all of her that I could. Although I would certainly not be neglected or lonely while she was gone, with all the other girls around, I would miss her tremendously.
Alas, all good things have to end, at least for a little while, and although I would have loved to keep her here until she missed her flight, my conscience wouldn't let me. It wouldn't be right. This was important to Megan; after me and the girls, archeology was her life. She loved it, and she was good at it. It was generally conceded, good-naturedly, even by her competitors, that she was the best there was or had ever been. Most people have never had the joy of having the number one person in the world at something hopelessly in love with you. It is a tremendous turn-on. Megan, bless her heart, didn't know what the big deal was. There were things that I thought she was better at than archeology, but those things were not for public consideration.
With mixed emotions, I started to kiss and tease her awake. I don't know if it is genetic and connected with our powers or not, but none of my girls like to get up in the morning. Victoria is the closest to overcoming that, and she still moans and groans about it to anyone that will listen. That's usually only me, and that's only because I love her dearly. Many's the day I felt like asking her if she wanted me to give her the number to call of someone who really gave a damn about it, but I never said it. That was partially because I love her, and partially because I'm scared of her! She could kick my butt on her worst day without breaking a sweat. Not that she would, mind you. I hope.
Megan mumbled, whimpered and moaned and groaned as I proceeded to wake her up. Eventually, she reached the point of talking almost coherently, while still refusing to get up.
"Leave me 'lone," she whimpered. "I thought you loved me. Stop bothering me or I'll sic my fiancé on you. HE loves me," she mumbled. I laughed at her.
"I do love you, and I am your fiancé. Get your cute butt out of bed. You have a flight to catch. You have to go play in the dirt. Remember, you'd rather be with Michelle than me, even though I did buy you a nice bracelet, necklace, and oh yes, a ring!" I whined, pretending to have my feelings hurt while I slapped her butt playfully and tickled her briefly. She swatted at my hands, almost playfully.
"Not going. Leave me 'lone. I'm sleeping. You kept me up all night, you brat, refusing to let me sleep, forcing yourself on me time after time, and now you're torturing me. Does your mother know you do things like this to sweet, innocent little girls?" She complained. Well, she was sweet, and she was a little girl in the last cycle, which according to Becky was still going on. Did that count?
"I guess I'll go get the pitcher of ice water, then. It works for Amy and Cindi," I threatened. Her eyes widened in apprehension, then narrowed threateningly.
"You wouldn't dare!" She hissed. "You didn't really do that to those two sweet girls, did you? I didn't know I was marrying a monster. Maybe I'll reconsider this whole marriage thing. I'm keeping the ring though; it's so cool!" She proclaimed as she grabbed me and yanked me back down in bed with her. Soon I was being smothered in kisses as her hand slipped down to my cock, rubbing it and my balls gently. I got hard. Hell with getting her up out of bed. I stopped trying to get her up after she got me up, so to speak, when she sucked me into her mouth and starting giving me an incredible blow job. I didn't even last three minutes before I let go in her mouth. She grinned and cleaned me off, then whispered in my ear that she loved me. Then she pushed me out of bed.
"Patrick! What's wrong with you? Why didn't you get me up? You know I have an early flight to catch! I depend on you to get me up on time and you're tricking me into giving you a blowjob? How many sweet innocent girls do you do this with? Jeez, I can't depend on you for anything!" She giggled sweetly, amused at my confused look, and then gave me a playful look. "God, I love you so much! You're so much fun to play with! Take a shower with me?" She asked hopefully. I shuddered, remembering what warm water did to her, then thought about it again and agreed enthusiastically.
By the time we got out of the shower (yeah we did, and of course it was my fault again!) we really were in danger of being late. I had allowed extra time, figuring the shower part would happen, knowing we would both desperately crave that last time together making love, but I hadn't allowed for the other playtime. Surprisingly, all the others were up and waiting for us already. They showed another one of their unknown powers that morning. They expertly coordinated the whole affair of getting us out of the house in short order. I guess they could be really coordinated in the morning when they wanted to be. The powers were activated when needed!
Since we were running late, that meant Megan drove. She already knew we would make it there safely and without incident. That left the rest of us plenty of time to scream in terror. WE didn't know what she knew, that we would get there safely. It sure didn't seem like it, the way she drove. Some of the girls found things to do to take their minds off Megan's driving, however.
Cindi planted herself on my lap and continued right where she had left off last night. She had no public viewing restrictions this time like last night. I was hard in seconds. Soon my shirt was completely unbuttoned and my zipper was down, with my cock rubbing against her. The little imp didn't have any panties on! She was concerned that my cock might get cold, so she put it in the nearest place that she knew of to keep it warm. We both shuddered as she slipped me all the way up inside of her in one stroke. God, she was so hot, in more ways than one! Amy plastered herself to me on one side. Between the two of them, they assured that the insides of my ears were well hydrated. I wondered if they knew, and how they discovered it if they did, how much a tongue in my ear turned me on. Duh! Sarah molded herself to my other side. She giggled as she saw the shocked look on my face when I realized she was wearing the same outfit as last night. She knew that I had wondered last night if she was wearing a bra and panties. She took my hand and slipped it all the way up under her dress to answer my question. I didn't know how long she had been planning this, but it was long enough that she was very wet. She slipped her other hand in between Cindi and me and made sure I didn't forget how much I liked to have my chest rubbed. God, I was so in trouble these next two weeks! I looked up into the rearview mirror and saw Megan watching me, laughing at me. Why wasn't she watching the road?!?
"Are you having fun, dear? Stop abusing those poor little girls! Save a kiss for me at the airport. Don't kill him while I'm gone, girls. Wait till I get back and we'll do it together," she instructed them. I heard nine sets of giggles ring out. Oh God, Victoria and Rhonda too?
I had already cum for the second time long before we got to the airport. The other girls just stared at Cindi with something close to admiration as she just rode me right on through my first orgasm without stopping, leading me up directly to my second one. It was even more impressive that she could do that while having at least three orgasms herself. She finally collapsed onto my chest and we were both asleep by the time Megan shut off the afterburners and parked the car. She and Victoria ran ahead with her luggage to check in while the other girls worked on waking Cindi and me up. That was the easy part. Neither one of us could move very well. They gently helped us out of the car, laughing at us all the way. They thought it was great fun to get us both a wheelchair and wheel us into the airport. Then came a big surprise.
I was expecting to say goodbye to Megan at the check in counter because of security. John and Rhonda were pushing our wheelchairs and they just pushed us right up to the security checkpoint. They both pulled out some kind of ID card and we were pushed directly through the line, all of us, and headed out to the gate. We saw Megan and Victoria standing in another line for security. They both gave us a really dirty look as they saw us zip through security. I guess John figured he might be awfully lonely some nights if he left Victoria like that, so he went over and talked to the security screener, after showing him the ID card again. I saw the screeners eyes get real big and he called Megan and Victoria up to the front of the line, whisking them through as fast as possible. After we got out of sight of the screeners, Victoria stopped and kissed him very thoroughly. Megan saw my expression, hard as I tried to hide it, and kissed me just as thoroughly. I saw Amy and Cindi both look at me with very sympathetic eyes.
Cindi and I decided it was time to get out of the wheelchairs. Megan wrapped herself around me as much as she could to help me walk. Amy and Cindi did their imitation of connected Siamese twins again as Cindi was still a little weak.
"How did you do that at the security counter?" I asked John and Rhonda. They both laughed, and then Rhonda explained by showing me the card they presented. It said 'United States Secret Service'. I'm sure I looked lost.
"I thought you two were Marines. I didn't know you worked for the Secret Service," I said, confused. Sarah jumped in and explained.
"When I was recuperating, I spent a lot of time at the White House. Since everyone except, supposedly, me and my parents knew my injuries were not due to an accident, the President insisted I have protection. It was a hassle for the Secret Service to devote agents to that, so at the President's insistence, they simply trained John and Rhonda to be agents. With all the specialized training they went through with the Marines, it was a short process. They are still officially employed by the White House." John laughed after Sarah finished explaining.
"Don't feel bad about not knowing. I don't think the Marines know either," he said.
When we got to the gate, we found out that we needn't have hurried, as the plane was delayed for an hour. Jeez, I hate that airline. I won't tell you which one, but it has two initials that are the same initial, right at the beginning of the alphabet. No, not Southwest. In this case, however, I could have kissed them. It gave me another whole hour with Megan. She promptly sat on my lap in the chair, getting comfortable. We all had a good time visiting. I'm afraid we kind of disrupted the waiting area a little with how noisy and giggly all the girls were, but every time some hotshot businessman looked over to complain, the girls would all give him their sweetest smiles and flash a little leg or bare midriff at them. For some strange reason, they never got around to making the complaint.
As it came closer to boarding time, Megan became quieter, and cuddlier. For this being something she really wanted to do, she sure was not taking it very well. I just held her close and kept kissing her, telling her how much I loved her and that it would be all right, that she would be back before she knew it. She was upset enough that she didn't even give me a dirty look for that stupid statement. I wondered if I had done the right thing, asking her to marry me just before she left. Maybe leaving wouldn't have upset her so much if I had waited until she got back. I just hadn't wanted to wait any more. Oh well; nothing I could do about it now; making a girl unpregnant and unasking a girl to marry you were two things they just hadn't invented an easy, neat way to do yet.
Finally, they started boarding. I had upgraded Megan's ticket to first class when I had checked on the new departure time, so I suggested she look at her seat assignment again. She looked at me like I was retarded, as she already knew her seat assignment, but then decided she should be nice to her new fiancé and gave me an apologetic kiss. She was really sorry when she looked at her seat number. She slipped her arms around me and started hugging and kissing me, saying goodbye and thanking me for the upgrade, until everyone else was boarded. She was crying softly as she gave me my last kiss and headed for the plane.
We headed back to the car after we saw her plane safely in the air. I was pretty weepy eyed myself; I couldn't stand to see Megan, or any of the girls, cry. It just tore me apart. Of course, that always got the girls going too. I knew crying females really got to me and most men. I didn't know that crying males had the same effect on females. I just thought they would think it weak and wimpy. I didn't know it turned them to mush, kicking in their mommy genes. In my family, mommy genes were very closely connected with the sex genes. As in wanting sex, not just being male or female.
When we got to the car, I had a demonstration of how much I was affecting them. For the first time I could remember, they didn't already have a plan for dealing with me. They had to discuss it. That in itself might have straightened me out, but Megan's leaving had affected me more than I thought it would. I was a basket case. They finally decided that Katie and Becky would primarily take care of me. I wondered why those two. I found out when we got into the car. It boiled down to the fact that they were the smallest.
Katie sat on my lap, cuddling with me and holding me close, while Becky sat on the floor and just snuggled up to my legs. The other girls were too big to manage that trick. Julie and Sammi snuggled up to me on either side. Apparently, the girls felt mothering was more important just then than sex. Who better to mother than two pregnant females? Of course, I had a hard time remembering they were pregnant, with their magnificent bodies showing no sign of it. The four girls then proceeded to hug me half to death. Victoria spoke to me softly, calming me down. She knew better than anyone how to do that.
By the time we arrived at home, I was over most of my sadness. I finally realized that Megan would be back in two weeks, that it wasn't forever, and that I had nine wonderful girls who would help me get through the loneliness. I seriously thought about faking being upset for a while to keep getting special treatment, but I quickly realized that wasn't fair to the ones I loved. They were sincerely upset and worried about me, and I owed it to them to put their minds at ease as soon as possible. Besides, I knew I didn't have to fake it to get special treatment from them. I would be lucky to survive the next two weeks, but what a way to go!
We just lazed around for the rest of the day. I had pretty girls hanging all over me all day long. Anything I wanted, all I had to do was ask, and the room practically exploded with girls trying to get it for me. Sometimes I didn't even have to ask; it was there almost before I realized I wanted it. I loved that, but it was kind of scary too. I wasn't always aware when one of them was taking a walk through my mind. They tried not to; they really tried not to invade my privacy. But sometimes, they just found themselves doing it without thinking, just as I sometimes found myself eavesdropping without intending to. It wasn't that I objected to any of them picking up thoughts out of my mind; I just didn't want them to pick up a random thought that I didn't even really mean and get their feelings hurt. I was grateful for the unwritten but unbreakable rule with our kind that you never acted upon, or even got upset about, a thought you discovered in someone else's mind when you were not invited in there to start with. They were really good about following that rule. And they really did try to stay out; they really did, but it was just so hard when someone you loved was upset and hurting. I understood that completely. I loved my girls!
Later that night, just before we went to bed, Megan called to let me know she had arrived safely and was settled in. She was mostly better. She and Michelle had been going over the data Michelle had so far from the site and they were excited about it. I knew getting into the project would take her mind off her sorrows. Megan confessed that poor Michelle really had her hands full when she first got there, but, being the wife of a Secret Service agent, she knew all about separations and knew just the right things to say and do. Still, Megan said she had cried for quite awhile. I felt sorry for her, but I knew how she felt; I missed her already too.
I could tell Michelle had left the room for awhile, because Megan switched subjects to what she really wanted to talk about.
"Patrick, I don't know what to do here. I am certain just from looking at what she has found so far that at least some of this site pertains to us. There are writings here that I have never seen outside of those plates. I don't mean cave writings; I mean sophisticated paper writings. This type of stuff is not exactly Michelle's strong point, so she hasn't cottoned on yet to the fact that this stuff is not as old as the native findings. She doesn't know what we have here. What do I tell her if she starts to figure it out and asks questions?" She was asking me what to tell a fellow archeologist about relics they found?
"Tell her they are contaminants from more modern times and are unimportant? Act dumb? That won't work; she'll see right through it by your excitement. Tell her the truth? I don't know, dear. This is your field and your friend. I wish I could help you," I sighed.
Megan and the girls, especially Sammi and Julie, chatted for a while, then they handed the phone back to me and disappeared, I guess to give us some time alone together. Megan got a little weepy again, which set me off, and by the time we hung up I was depressed again. I was sitting there with my eyes closed, head in my hands, when I felt hands rubbing my shoulders and back. Bless her! Victoria always knew what to do; I'd know those hands anywhere.
After she rubbed my back for awhile, she came around and sat in my lap, wrapping her arms tightly around me and holding me close. I sighed heavily. I appreciated her efforts.
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