6 Times a Day

Chapter 1086 Alan regrets telling Sean?

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As soon as class was over, Alan urgently sought out and found his friend Sean. He practically dragged Sean down the hall until they came to another hall that had only unused and locked rooms in it and they went down a safe distance until they could speak safely in privacy.

Alan looked at his friend with wild eyes and said emphatically but quietly, “Dude! I can’t help it! I can’t fucking help it!”

“Help what?” Sean naturally asked.

“Women! The way they react to me. The way I react to them. It’s like it’s out of my control. Do you know I have a harem? Did I tell you that?”

“Yes. As a matter of fact, you did.”

“Well, it’s true. It just happens. Everything just happens perfectly. It’s like I have the most amazing sexual good luck charm. I don’t even have to do a thing. Like this morning. I have this plan to go and fuck Heather and Simone before school. I show up. My mind’s a total blank. I know something will come to me on the spot. And it does! And it works! Within two minutes, Heather goes from being pissed off to practically wanting to name her firstborn after me! What IS this?! What comes over me?!” He was so emphatic that he found himself grabbing the collar of Sean’s shirt.

Naturally, Sean was miffed. Not only because of the way Alan was grabbing him, but because of the way he talked about Heather, his dream girl. The thought of Alan fucking Heather caused his face to turn beet red and he fought to suppress the urge to punch his best friend.

Alan belatedly realized what was happening and let go of Sean’s collar. He immediately tried to repair the damage. “I’m telling you this because I need you to take over. There’s something about Heather. She corrupts my soul! Corny, but true! If only you knew the crazy thoughts I was thinking at the end of class just now. I’m slowly losing my mind! I’m not right for her, and she’s not right for me. The sooner Heather is out of my life and you and her are a couple, the happier I’ll be! She’s the source of all evil!”

Sean’s face was hard to read, but at least he no longer looked like he wanted to strangle something. He asked, “So, you mean she’s like Sauron?”

“Huh?” Alan was completely perplexed.

“Sauron, you know, the great all-seeing eye in The Lord of the Rings. He’s pretty much the source of all evil, although technically Sauron is just the servant of Morgoth. So are you saying she’s Morgoth, then?”

Alan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to grab Sean by the collar again and yell, “Listen to me! I’m going crazy, and you’re making Lord of the Rings comparisons?!”

But he did desperately need Sean’s help, so he calmed himself a bit and tried to think in a Sean mindset. “No. Not Morgoth. Not at all. Come on, even Heather is only so powerful. She’s more like … Saruman. I mean, Saruman was fundamentally good, once. But then he became corrupted by power and turned evil. Gandalf tried to save him, and maybe he could have, but he failed. It’s just like that, except that I’m not just failing to turn her, she’s turning ME to evil.”

On a roll with the metaphor, he continued more enthusiastically, “You know what? Hobbits have a strange resistance to the powers of evil. You, my friend, are a hobbit! I’m not. YOU can resist her! You have to!”

Sean thought about that for some moments, then answered, “What makes me a hobbit? And why do you look so frantic? Take a chill pill, man!”

Alan thought that was good advice. He took a step back and leaned wearily against a hall locker. “I don’t know, dude. It’s just… this morning. These whole last two months! I was daydreaming in class just now, wild and outrageous dreams, and then it occurred to me, ‘Hey, these are actually pretty close to my real life.’ I can’t handle it. How can a person have so much sex and not turn into a raving sexual maniac?”

“You.” He suddenly poked Sean in the chest with a finger. “YOU are going to be my salvation. I have to get Heather out of my life. I feel if I can do that, I can keep my worst tendencies in check. You, alone, have the love for Heather to want to see she comes out right. That’s your protection against her evil. That’s what makes you the metaphorical hobbit. Plus, you haven’t been sexually corrupted already like I have. That’s the key, to get you sexually experienced and talented enough to impress Heather, but not actually sexually corrupted, so you’ll bring her to the good side instead of you going to the evil side.”

“The dark side, you mean,” Sean corrected him. “We’re talking about the Force now, right?”

“Sean! Dude! Are you trying to drive me insane, too?! Enough fucking movie references already! I’m dead serious here. I already had you on the fast sexual apprentice track, but as of now I’m putting you on the super fast track. I already have some plans in motion for you for this afternoon, which is good ‘cos it’ll be exactly what you need. Get ready. It’s gonna be intense, but fun, if you open yourself up to the experience.”

Alan had spoken to Xania and already put the plan in motion: since she was coming down to Orange County tonight for the Plummer poke-her party, he asked if she could come down in the afternoon and give Sean his first lesson in anal sex. She’d agreed, but only on the condition that Alan join them and give her a good double penetration fucking. However, he had talked her out of it. As much as that sounded like great fun to him, he convinced her that Sean needed to take things one step at a time and that she and Sean needed to focus 100 percent on Sean’s first anal sex experience.

But Alan, in his sex-addled mind, was now regretting his consideration for Sean. An image of Xania taking two dicks at once filled his head.

Then, as his thoughts tended to do whenever Xania came to mind, he began to think about her long tongue and all the skilled things she could do with it. He began to slip into daydream mode as he imagined Xania’s tongue snaking out at him, just as super-sized in length as his cock had been in his earlier daydream.

“Alan?”

Alan realized his eyes had glazed over and his dick had become fully erect. Yet again. “Oh. Yeah. Just keep in mind that you HAVE to do your best to turn Saruman from the dark side, and fuck it if I’m mixing my movie metaphors. Do you understand what I’m trying to say to you?”

“Yeah. Kind of. I guess. I will try to do my best with whatever you throw at me. Seriously. I did pretty okay last time, right? But I don’t understand what’s eating you up so much. You’re living every man’s dream life, dude. What could possibly be the problem?”

Alan clenched the hair on his head in exasperation, but remained quiet while he collected his thoughts. Finally, he said, “It’s like this. I LIKE the old me. The pre-sexual me. I don’t want to lose that completely. And of course, I love the sex. But I don’t want to turn into some completely different person. But I am! Power corrupts, just like what happened to Saruman when he was tempted by the possibilities of the Ring of Power. It’s becoming so all I can think of is sex. All I can think of women is that they’re sexual objects I need to fuck. The truth is, if you can win Heather, you’re not only going to save her from evil, you might save me from evil, too.”

“Wow. Dude. That’s a lot to handle at nine in the morning.”

“I know. I’m sorry. And we’ve got to hustle off to our next class. I’ve already been late to one today. But one quick question: can’t we come up with some better metaphor than Heather equals Saruman? Sexy young female fox versus ugly old male wizard doesn’t do it for me. Can’t we pick, I dunno, the Wicked Witch of the West or something? Some female character.”

“The Wizard of Oz? Alan, that is such an ancient reference. And totally gay. Puh-lease! I didn’t even see that movie.” Sean looked at his watch impatiently.

“Okay. But try to think of something else, alright? These metaphors are good in helping you understand, so the closer the metaphor we can find, the better.”

“Okay. I gotta boogie. I’ll think about that and everything else while I sit through my boring calculus class. But seriously, take a whole handful of chill pills. Later!” He started to bolt off for his next class, but stopped abruptly and turned. “Hey! I got it! Phoenix, from the X-Men. Y’know, Dark Phoenix and Jean Grey?”

Alan felt like laughing out loud at the sheer absurdity of life. But he contained himself and replied, “Hmmm. Comic book reference, eh?”

“It sorta works!” Sean said enthusiastically. “I mean, they’re both damned hot! Think about it. Anyway, ciao for now.”

“Later!” Alan waited until Sean was out of sight, then let out a heavy sigh. Then he too started to hustle to his next class. He was glad at least that, for once, his erection had subsided on its own.

As he hurried, he thought, Sean gets things a bit, but he doesn’t really understand my problem. To be frank, I’m not sure if I do. Maybe I should just give in and go with the “Bad Alan” vibe. Am I just delaying the inevitable? I wish I could talk to some outsider about this- hey! Xania IS coming to town today. She’s got her thing with Sean that I’ve planned, not to mention the poke-her party, but maybe she can squeeze in an advice session in there somewhere? I hope so!

The hallways were rapidly emptying of people, so he broke into a full run.

Alan did his best in his next class and actually paid attention. Once the class was over, as he wandered the halls on his way to his third-period art class, he ran into Simone in a busy hallway.

She stopped him and said, “Hey.” She looked a bit bashful, given that they’d fucked a couple of hours earlier, but she wasn’t the bashful type and recovered quickly. She spoke quietly near his ear so only he could hear, “Guess what? Heather got in trouble and was sent home.”

“What? Just for being late?”

“No. She was way late, but that wasn’t the main problem. When she finally strolled into her first-period class, the teacher took one look at her and sent her to the principal’s office. Said she was dressed like a ‘tart.’ Then she got sent home to change. She just got back.”

“Huh. Well, she was dressed pretty outrageously, even for her. I’m actually a bit relieved to find she can’t get away with wearing just anything.”

“Well, it’s not that simple. Our first period teacher, you know the old hag Mrs. Jenkins? She gave Heather a very disapproving look as Heather came in and I think she was going to leave it at that, but then Heather did something to cause Mrs. Jenkins’ eyes to practically pop out of her head! I couldn’t see what it was, with the desk in the way and everything, but I’ll bet she purposely flashed that she wasn’t wearing panties. Of course the teach couldn’t ignore that.”

She grinned from ear to ear. “That’s what I love about Heather: she’s a complete daredevil and ALWAYS entertaining!”

“Huh. Do you think that’s going to be a problem for her at home, getting busted like that?”

“Nah. Her parents aren’t home in the mornings, and they wouldn’t care if they heard about it. Their perfect princess can do no wrong and it’s always somebody else’s fault. That’s actually what they call her: ‘princess.’ They spoil her rotten.”

“Oh.” Alan was still spaced out and not very talkative.

But Simone did feel talkative. She continued, “I mean, Heather is such a rascal and she rubs it in everybody’s face. She loves to flaunt her disrespect for authority. Did you know she was gone for two hours, even though she was told in no uncertain terms to be back in less than one? I think she just did that to see if she could get away with it.”

He tried to figure out what Heather being gone so long might mean. Heather hated her classes, but she loved the times in between where she could strut around as if she owned the school and she actually hated to miss school for that reason.

Simone felt a new camaraderie and bond with Alan, especially after getting fucked by him before class, and she was too talkative and engaged for him to have time to think. She lightly punched him in the arm. “Hey! Guess what?”

“What?”

She put her hand on her stomach and frowned. “I feel funny. There’s a tingling down here. Kinda feels like something’s getting … fertilized.”

He realized that she was just joking, so he sarcastically replied, “Ha ha. Very cute.”

She replied with a dead seriousness, “No, really. You know that when I said I was on the pill, I was talking about taking vitamins, not birth control pills.”

It took him a few seconds to realize she was joking again. Then he looked around frantically, realizing that a phrase like “birth control” could prick people’s ears. He said quietly, “Shush! We’re in a busy hallway!”

She laughed heartily. “Just yanking your chain. Though I’d rather be yanking something else, if Heather ever could let go of it.” She nudged him again playfully.

He was even more worried now. “Simone! Seriously! Joking is fine, but not now, not here. You know all my problems with the football players. Have mercy!”

She continued to chuckle, but she could see his point. “Okay. Sorry. I’m just having too much fun today.”

“By the way, where’s Heather?” His eyes began to wander down from her face. He eyed her crotch as he recalled filling her pussy with cum just hours before. His arousal was growing by the second.

She shrugged her shoulders in response to his question. However, there was some sparkle in her eyes that showed she was thinking about the sex they’d shared as well.

“Could you keep a close eye on her? Please? There’s no telling what she’ll do from one moment to the next.”

She replied, “Well, we shared the last class and she had that kind of spaced-out look that means you-know-what. But I’ll stay on her tail.” With a quick glance around and a conspiratorial wink, she added, “Figuratively speaking, that is.”

“Thanks.” He did know “you-know-what” – the anal dildo dumb-down effect. “But still. What with her purposefully gone for two hours, and for no good reason, my working assumption is she’s up to no good.”

She laughed. “That’s a good assumption. You’re probably right!” But she didn’t seem that concerned. She looked down at the growing bulge in his jeans and raised an intrigued eyebrow.

He had a bad feeling about Heather’s disappearance, but he realized with frustration that there was no way to figure anything out, so he disregarded the problem.

Simone made to walk off, but she stopped and turned back. She rolled her T-shirt up over her stomach so he could see her belly button. “Hey. Alan. Check out my stomach. Do you think I’m showing yet?” She put her hands on her head and sucked in her gut to really vamp it up and show off her toned physique.

He raised his hands up to his head in frustration. But he couldn’t help but laugh at her running gag. “I’m going to get you for that!”

She smiled, pulled her shirt back down, and walked off. She knew that he was impressed with her muscle tone and her stomach and legs in particular, and was pleased that she’d managed to flirt and show off a bit.

I like her, he thought. She’s got spirit. And maybe I never really gave her a full consideration in the looks department just because she’s black and I considered her off-limits for some stupid reason, like we’d have a cultural gap. But really, she’s the equal in beauty of any girl in the school. Maybe not quite the best in the face, but what a body! So strong. I’ll bet she could run a marathon. I’d love to have a sexual marathon with her, all night long.

He mentally focused on his groin and belatedly paid attention to his erection. Down, boy. I hope it wasn’t all the pregnancy joking that did that. I’m not into that whole idea. No way. What if I DID get her pregnant, what a disaster that would be! Not because she’s black; I don’t care about that. But to have her or any other girl showing before the end of the school year? No thanks! I could kiss college and everything else goodbye.