Power Chapter 23: Summer

The day after finals everyone but me left for home. I had taken a job at the college running the extensive sprinkler system. Each sprinkler had to be turned on and off at designated times, and the whole operation took eight hours every day. My mother was angry. She had arranged for a seven day cruise for Bethany and Ben and me and Kathleen. She told me I didn?t need to work, because she had plenty of money. I reminded her that she wanted me to become a whole man, and one thing a man does is earn his own money. She thought about it and said that was OK. Kathleen sent me an e-mail about the fabulous itinerary. They would be visiting Puerto Rico, Angina and St. Urethra. No joke. I wrote her back to be sure and see the famous nitroglycerine mines on Angina, and to visit the Golden Hotel on St. Urethra. Its showers were world-famous. I?m afraid this all went over her head. And to think I had actually dated the airhead for a year. My Uncle Pete took my place on the cruise. I know Ben was pissed off, but I think Kathleen was happy to be coupled with someone more experienced. Before they left I borrowed $500 from Uncle Pete. He didn?t ask questions, I just told him I would pay it back in a month at $1,000. I had checked with the college and they OK?d me installing some hardware on the sprinklers, and writing a simple program on the college?s main server. In return I would charge them a flat $350 a week for the work instead of $9 an hour eight hours a day seven days a week. The college saved some bucks, and I had what was basically free money. The first three days I worked nine hours a day, turning on and off the sprinklers and installing hardware. The fourth day I tested the system and fixed the few bugs. On day five it went live. I ran the whole thing from my laptop in my dorm room, maximum half an hour isvecbahis a day of work. With plenty of free time I enrolled in a summer course, Introduction to Number Theory. Nearly all classes over the summer took place in the English Department building. That way the college saved on utilities. So far so good. One room in the building had a little problem with the air conditioning. OK, it had a big problem with the air conditioning. Nearly all of the students had stopped wearing anything more than underwear to class. Finally Miss Richards, the teacher, showed up one day in pink bra and panties. Even then it was sweltering. I looked out the window, longingly, at the nearby swimming pool. Miss Richards asked me a question one day when I was lost in a fantasy of cool water. She came to my desk to see what had my attention. ?Holy Shit!? was all she said. Immediately after class she called Miss Carmichael, Anthony?s Phys Ed Department Chair. The next class day things improved immensely. ?Students,? opened Miss Richards, ?I have reserved the use of the pool by our class, every day, through the end of the summer session. Twice a week for ninety minutes it?s ours alone. We are moving to the pool.? She interrupted the cheering. ?We will not get in the pool. It is not fair for me to require some of the students (gesturing at the guys) to be nude while others (the women ? I figured that out on my own) get to wear bathing suits. ?It?s either nobody uses the pool or everybody leaves every piece of clothing in the classroom.? Melissa (lots more on her later) was the first one naked. The rest of us stripped as quickly as possible and ran to the pool. We splashed and dunked and horsed around until Miss Richards blew a whistle. ?Pay attention. First, this is a class in number theory, not horseplay. We?re here because isveçbahis giriş it is immensely cooler than the classroom, not so you can fuck around. ?Second, this is a class in number theory, not a practical lab in sexual experimentation. We will have academics for forty minutes followed by a ten minute recess, then the final forty minutes of class. If you want to use the recess to fuck, go for it. ?Third, I am a member of the faculty and thus am prohibited from being nude in class. I?ve worn a bikini today, and may swim with you. I will not have sex with any of you. If this gives you a problem, fucking live with it.? We voted her Teacher of the Summer Session, even before the final class. And that class was a blowout of major proportions. Miss Richards? roommate?s brother?s boyfriend (try saying that three times fast with a mouthful of porridge) was a bartender downtown. Some place called the Adonis Stables; Brett later explained it to me. He said that gay students at Anthony avoided the place like the plague. First, you couldn?t get naked, second, you couldn?t drink, and worst of all, you could get arrested for giving an innocent little blow job. Life on campus was much better. Anyway, Eric (I think that was his name) showed up in his sexiest ?bartender-in-underwear? costume and brought along many gallons of Bloody Marys. The Bloody Marys got our attention; Eric didn?t. He got his feelings hurt that nobody hit on him. I finally told him he had worn the wrong costume. Sexy underwear was not the right tone. A tuxedo might work. Or, stark naked carrying a jug of booze in each hand and a dozen large pretzels strung on his schlong. The middle ground was just the wrong choice. He asked me to visit him at the bar. I told him I was straight. Since it was fuck break time, I proceeded over to Melissa isveçbahis yeni giriş and her boyfriend Ted (lots more on him, too, later). Ted?s tongue was buried deep in Melissa?s pussy, so I gave him a friendly hand job. For reasons I could not comprehend, Eric was looking at me very strangely. Anyway, I got a call from Kathleen when they returned from the cruise. She thanked me for loaning her Pete. I told her she could keep the details to herself. Pete wrote me about the cruise. ?I had no idea your girlfriend and sister are both overcome by industrial-strength stupidity. I?m sorry, but ?moron? would be a compliment for either of them. ?In case you didn?t know, Ben is not straight and he?s not safe. He is an aggressive bisexual predator. He came on to me, and I told him I don?t have sex with any of the actors, female or male. He got insistent. I told him I don?t have sex with guys. He got aggressive and physical. I broke his nose and told him to stay away from me for the rest of the cruise or I?d start breaking softer and more centrally-located parts of his anatomy. ?They had an adult scavenger hunt game on the cruise one night. Things got wilder and wilder. We were in teams, one man and one woman. Eventually they called for two men?s shirts and two men?s pants. I was drunk, so even though people were looking I let Kathleen take my shirt and pants; she then stripped them off a guy in the audience. Bethany did the same, taking Ben?s shirt and pants up along with those of a member of the audience. ?Next they had the teams demonstrate their favorite sexual positions. Kathleen got naked and was pissed that I kept my underwear on. Ben and Bethany, though, both got naked and started actually fucking in the middle of the room. The staff broke them up, but Ben grabbed his naked sister and tried to fuck her. This guy is sick. ?After they put an end to the brother and sister act, Ben caught a guy on another team smiling at him, so he finished stripping the guy, pulled him out into the middle of the room and gave him a blow job.