In Time For Cloudy Skies and Compromise

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"...thanks Dimitri. The winter air is here and it's sure to chill some people out, so I'm sure those neighbors up on Beverly will appreciate it!"

I woke up to a miniature choir of laughter. Rubbing my eyes, I swung my head around in a groggy lop, sliding up the couch.

Where... am I... The image of furnishing and lived-in homeliness made itself visible through the steadily clearing film of blur over my eyes. I moved myself up again, wincing.

A hard object pressed under my elbow, and I lifted it. A button relaxed into place. The TV remote, having been tucked under the arm of the couch, now flirted with falling over the edge of it. It was relocated to the oak table and I placed my legs in front of the sofa. By pure accident, an eye of mine fell upon the row of framed photos above the fireplace.

"That's right." I smirked. "I'm at Imogene's place." A picture of the ever pretty Imogene Marina holding up a fish from that high school field trip two years was situated at the end, being one of the more recent of the batch. The memory brought a tempered smile to my face. Yours truly dawdled in the background, as dorkily as usual. With the virtue of bad timing and nautical survival instincts, the mackerel had slipped out of my hands at the very snap of the shutter, and ensured a picture-perfect blooper across from Imogene's stifled giggle in the foreground. A little too entertained, in my humble opinion.

I scratched my head and lifted myself up. Time to reign back that clock.

After standing to my feet and stopping mid-stretch, I caught myself. Like a belated lightbulb I realized what I was saying. "I'm at Imogene's place!"

I was at Imogene's place?

And that memory! Was that even real? When was that fishing trip? I didn't even go to that one because I thought the attendee count was maxed out before I could even apply. It was only after Imogene coaxed the council into letting me come along that -- wait wait, what Imogene? What coaxing? That didn't happen either!

A slight ache corralled my head as I tried to rid myself of conflicting memories. After a couple seconds I was able to think a little straighter, most of the 'alternate' memories now a distant haze. I figured I wasn't yet capable of retaining both at once. The pressure was still a little much for my tired brain.

I fell back onto the couch, breathing out a pinch of fatigue.

This was turning out to be quite the somersault. And yet...

Indulgently, my mind drifted to the fresh image of Mrs. Marina and how she straddled me on that couch moments ago. Then my sister's face as she took off her shirt and tossed it on the table, telling me she wasn't showing enough of her breasts. Then Imogene's as she ran up to me and pressed her hand against my back and reassured me with the warmest tone I'd heard of her.

It was unfathomable. I was there, right where I was, just because.

On the TV a weatherwoman circled a hand around a green-screened state. I felt a sensation similar to tapestry being woven inside of me -- kind of like the feeling of muscles palpably being repaired and made hardier. Another sensation came from below, and I pulled my lips together. This libido of mine...

Made sense, I suppose, to be feeling more consistently excited. Having a gamut of opportunities laid open before you was a good catalyst. But boy was it distracting.

Very distracting, I realized, staring at the woman that casually stood on one side of the screen explaining the likelihood of a hard cold front passing through the mountainside in her yellow dress. A dress which hugged her tight, consciously nurtured curves well.

"And that should be the upcoming weather forecast for today, Dimitri. Now..." The weatherwoman suddenly paused. Continuing with the same professional decorum, she was about to leave a final smile and a gesture for them to take it away, but with an inquisitive expression added, "...before we go back to you, I'm sure a lot of my male viewers are wondering, 'How's the breast forecast looking, Jessica? It's great we're ready for some overcast, drizzle, and winds, but how about our favorite mammaries of the week?' and to them I say, here you go!"

And without warning, like another routine weather segment, she brought her hands up to the neckline of her dress, pulled it over her cleavage, and tugged it down, leaving her ample breasts on display for the world to see. Or at least, every cuddled up and information-seeking viewer currently watching. "Looking as round and ample as ever, boys!" she wiggled her chest from side to side, then returned to business.

"See, over here," she placed a finger on her nipple and moved it in a clockwise motion, "we have my left nipple, nice and puffy. It's looking pretty thick in circumference right now, and thanks to the warmth of the clothing I had on, pretty relaxed and unbothered." She gave it a hard, accommodating rub before moving outward, once again tracing her finger in a presenting manner. "And right here is my areola, which covers a decent area around my nipple. I'll admit," she weakly laughed, "I used to be self-conscious about the size of 'em, especially around picky boyfriends. But over time you learn to take what you consider faulty and see another angle. Sometimes what you think is weird is what's actually unique about you! Look in the mirror and find something in your breasts to be proud about today, ladies!"

Tossing her hair over one side, she moved to her right breast, looking on in scrutiny. "Hmm, let's see..." With another finger she began flicking the nipple, as if examining a plant. Then, finally it grew hard and she looked to the camera approvingly. "And there it is, folks -- my hardened nipples are hard and ready for action! Tune in next time to see whether I could fit a pencil in between my breasts successfully, or if I'm more of a bottle neck kind of girl. Back to you, Dimitri!"

Just as the screen cut to who I assumed was the man, I got a text from Jason. Interrupting the fun episode I was having with this woman I barely even watched for the weather until today's very interesting broadcast, I gathered my resolve and read it with puckered lips.

"Not in? Don't forget we're gonna get together for the club later"

My lusty fog dissipated. That's right, we were supposed to hold a movie watching event thing for Mr. Peterson... there was extra credit involved, too, so it wasn't all for nothing.

Quickly I grabbed my backpack off the ground by the door and opened it to the whirling cold. I hesitated, looking at the house I was leaving behind like a bird leaving the mother's nest, shook my head, and ran off. I was already 2 hours late to school.

The mark glowed upon my wrist, and I felt a slight sting as it grew hot. I was feeling more powerful by the second.

The attendance office was mostly empty, barring an older woman and a cute-looking student who had her hair in a bun writing something down behind her station. I kicked a pebble, assuring I had nothing to worry about, and walked up to the glass window."Hi," I started as unassumingly as a tardy high school kid could sound.

"Morning," the student assistant lent a brief smile before getting back to business, obviously not the most enthusiastic student on site. "What did you need?"

"I'm, er, late."

"Oh," the girl brought her head down, bringing out a sheet or something. "Can I have your ID, please?"

I'll be frank. I wasn't late much so I didn't really know how the process went. All I knew was that you got into extra trouble if you didn't have some kind of acknowledgement from the office.

"Uh, if you don't mind me asking," I questioned, "what am I supposed to be giving it for again?"

In the same courteously indifferent tone of voice she explained, "Well, the ID is just to confirm you actually go here. Normally, anyone who arrives under two hours late will get a tardy slip and sent to the class of their current period. But," she added, "if you're 2 hours late or more, that'll be counted as a truancy and we'll have to file a report. Unless you have a doctor's note or an explanation from a guardian."

"Oh, right. Thanks."

I mentally grimaced. Truant? This wasn't good. I acted quickly.

Passing my ID card to the girl, I emitted a thought. Like all the previous times, it felt palpable and passed through easily. Only this time it felt even more potent, like a wide bubble. It wasn't something I took note of back then, but that was likely a sign of myself already getting more acclimated with my abilities. The attendant looked at me politely and took the card under a scanner. As she tended to her work, I awkwardly segued, "By the way, is there... any other option to waive the truancy? I, er, forgot my doctor's note at home."

"Yes," she said without looking up. With a face as straight as line art, the attendant continued, "For reasons you could guess, it's not always popular, but if you want... you can always just get a blowjob from one of us in the office and, if you ejaculate in our mouths, we'll let you go with a normal tardy pass."

Not a single crease of worry, horror, or puzzlement adorned her face as she continued along with her organized, tidy procedures.

"Oh," I raised an eyebrow, "That's all?"

The girl looked at me again with that fleeting smile. "Yep. That's all."

Who was I if not a team player? I coughed, "Ok, I'll do it."

"Really?" She stopped and raised an eyebrow at me, as if surprised at my answer. She blinked, looking up at my face through the glass. "You'd do it?"

"Yeah, I'll do it."

In a quick glance, she swished her eyes to the older woman at the corner of the room. Once their eyes met, however, the other only gave an amused shrug.

"Ok," she eventually replied, gesturing to her right, "just come in through the door."

Thump, went my heart.

This was happening. And not just in the privacy of my home or neighborhood. It was happening right here, in a legitimate institution -- in public. Almost, anyway.

Once I'd walked through the door, the girl had swiveled in her chair and pulled out a mirror to check her makeup for whatever reason. I inhaled, and stepped forward. Despite having just had a release a short while ago, I was already feeling prime for another session, and felt another sharp intake of breath in my throat as the girl settled and looked up at me, with her studious, neatly groomed face, steady eyes, cute tucked up sleeves.

Then I realized she was handing me my ID card back. I took it, flushing, while she rolled her chair closer to me until she was only a foot away from my groin. "So, the process for the truancy waiver is pretty simple: I'll give you a blowjob and stimulate your private area as best I could. And all you need to do is make sure you cum inside my mouth, and get me to drink it all down." Then, without hitching a single breath, she calmly placed a manicured hand over my crotch and rubbed it. "Pretty easy to understand, right?"

Despite the situation, I looked up. "How about her?" Following my nod, the girl turned to the other woman, who was mostly ignoring us as she typed into a laptop.

"Deborah?" The attendance girl turned back to me as I looked at her, my eyes suddenly folding in to an idea. "Oh she's just..." She blinked, then continued unperturbed, "...going to masturbate in those nifty little clothes while we work on the waiver," hand wave, "you don't need to worry about that."

And with that, she unzipped my pants with her other hand and pulled my penis out. I gulped, seeing it as hard as it ever was, cradled snugly in the warmth of this random girl's soft hand. It was enough to make me shower her there in impromptu fashion, but I held it in.

Nodding in approval, she gave it a petite kiss on the tip, then licked around the upper shaft. Her hand stroked the lower part, and she placed the left firmly against my pelvis.

"Mm," she imparted. Then, into her mouth I felt my rod penetrate, and soon enough she began sliding her mouth up and down my cock. Instinctively, I placed my head on her scalp, lightly guiding her motions.

My chest rose and fell. In the corner of my eye, I noticed the other office attendant type a final line, then turn to us, sit back, and slip a hand underneath her skirt, her legs slightly parted. I swallowed, feeling overcome by the surreal nature of this world I'd stepped into -- or at least the one exclusive to this room.

Or was it? The tingling that occurred when I'd implemented the thought.... There was something wholesome about it. Something that felt wider in scope than just 'a room'. But not that different from the previous time with Abigail, either. Just... more defined, I guess.

But trying to sift through the jumble that was my mind was pointless for the time being.

The majority of my thoughts were directed to one thing: the girl working with dedication below, and her competent, swirling tongue. And if you asked me, it was a tongue I could've had tending me any time of day, in any room.

"Blowjobs... are effing great," I grunted out, pushing harder into the attendance girl.

Finally, I thrust harder and harder and she swirled around my dick more and more raunchily and I finally looked through the slits of my eyes at Deborah who casually chewed on a piece of gum while mightily fingering her pussy underneath her skirt, her legs swinging left and right, in and out, until I praised the clouds above and came all into my penis suckler's lovely, whirring oral orifice.

After a breath of relief I fell back into an empty chair. The student I had just face fucked gurgled a bit before visibly swallowing down a lump or two of my personal sperm bank down her throat. She sat back in her chair and opened her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Deborah's orgasm in the other side of the room. Once the other woman had returned to an even breathing rate and re-composed her attire, however, she wiped her hands with a napkin and went back to typing who knew what. The office girl looked back to me.

"Anyway, as I was about to say," she pulled open a drawer and took out a pen. Then she went over to the scanner from earlier and plucked out a little paper from it, containing my information, and wrote 'Truancy Waived' across the top. "Congrats, you came straight into my mouth! Very impressive, Daniel." She smiled, another seemingly polite, facilitated one, and stretched out her hand. "Here's the tardy pass as mentioned."

Stammering out thanks, I took the pass, took one final glance at her and Deborah, and bowed out of the room.

Zipping up my pants, I looked at the pass with a shake of the head and pocketed it. It also came to my realization that I technically didn't need to go about it that way as my parents were supposedly already informed by Mrs. Marina regarding my previous incapacitated state. And yet, it only felt more thrilling that way -- that it unfolded completely unnecessarily yet without fail or outcry.

This was still as amazing as ever. I wondered if it would ever get old. Then I shot the thought down, decided it was too early to go there. I was the luckiest guy in the world right now -- why diminish that?

In the meantime, as I strode down the campus under the onslaught of clouds and rumbling thunder in the distance, I reviewed my schedule. It was almost lunchtime now, two classes away. I tapped my chin. Which meant it was currently Period 3...