Font of Fertility Ch. 34

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All Characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I suggest starting with Chapter 1 if you have not already. This chapter includes confrontations, rumours, hook-ups, MF, and difficult phone calls.

Jeremiah deals with high school bullshit.

Returning Dramatis Personae

- Jeremiah 'Jerry' Grant - Seat of Fertility, aka. Powerful Sex Shaman

- Aidra Allard - Petite goth girl from Jerry and Lauren's school, Fuck buddy, Witch

- Lauren Baxley - Public girlfriend, Jerry's Prime in the magic world, closest friend and confidant

- Tala - Schoolmate for Jerry and Lauren, a dancer, the virgin from New Year's

- Miss Morrison, Janet - Jerry's high school English teacher, well endowed brunette, has been in his sex dreams, widowed

- Moira - Real estate agent from the city

- Amara - Miami Cuban hottie hook-up

- Beth Winters - Tall, blonde Polish girl from high school with a great ass, Emily's close frenemy

Referenced Characters

- Benji - Jerry's guy friend from high school, the one with the attitude

- Lindsey Parker - Girlfriend/Concubine, gal-genius, former neighbour of the Baxleys

- Angela 'Angie' Dawkins - Girlfriend/Concubine, Lindsey's friend from back in high school

- Esmerelda - Seat of Death, aka. Powerful Death Wizard, second-youngest Seat, weirdo

- Ramona Allard - Local Witch, mother of Aidra, well-endowed MILF

- Zena Washington - Black high school music student and track star, 'all legs' athletic, Ascended, into being Dominated/Ordered.

- Jay Douglas - Jerry's best guy friend from high school

- Emily - Cheerleader classmate of Jerry and Lauren. Total bitch. Tried to get Jerry to show her his cock.

- Wendy van Rothe - 'Better than you' magical girl high school clique leader, wants to be famous, likely culprit for Magic Magazine interview

- Jordan - Concubine/Submissive, Redheaded writer friend

- Annalise Stoker - Concubine/Girlfriend, Fire Mage

- Maya Stoker - Annalise's younger sister

- Maria Lancaster - Hot half-Latina mean girl from high school, perpetual naive expression, in Emily's clique

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It wasn't getting called to the front office that was making me nervous - a year ago, maybe I would have been thrown by a surprise call to meet with a Principal or Vice Principal for an unknown reason. But I was the Lord-Sorcerer now, a Seat of Fertility, and I'd sat in the space between the Real and the Unreal and debated with beings that were older than any modern language, who could destroy a city with their power, and I was still standing.

No, whatwas giving me nerves were all the stares I was getting as I walked down the corridors of the school. Students, and even some teachers, were glancing at me like theyknew something - and then there were the ones who were openly grimacing as I passed like I was smelling particularly potent.

Benji had split from me, heading to his locker to grab his lunch and meet up with Jay. It wasn't like he could follow me into the office so I knew he'd be waiting to hear what was up after. Aidra was waiting for me around a corner and down the hall, though, knowing I'd be following her from the same direction.

"What's going on?" she asked, clearly getting the same feeling I was.

"I don't know," I said, gesturing that we should keep walking.

"Why don't you just... y'know?" She wiggled her fingers, clearly meaning my magic.

"Feels like a waste since we'll find out in a minute anyway," I said. "And I don't like invading someone's privacy like that."

She rolled her eyes and shrugged. Maybe I should have been concerned that Aidra was the most cavalier ethically of all the girls I knew when it came to magic, and she had the power of fortune and misfortune at her fingertips.

Another couple of turns and we were near the front entrance of the school, and Lauren spotted us coming and stopped to wait before heading into the office. "Any idea what this is?" she asked as we approached, and accepted my quick kiss as we came together.

"No idea," Aidra said. "And Jerry won't hoodoo his voodoo to figure it out."

Lauren shook her head. "And were people-"

"Staring?" I filled in. "Yeah. Weirdly."

"Someone's been talking about something," my girlfriend grimaced.

"Someone's always talking about something, and you guys didn't exactly care about rumours and talking when you decided Aidra should be free to make out with me in the open," I said. "But this can't be that - we wouldn't get called to the office for some PDA."

None of us suggested that it was something good, I mentally noted.

We headed into the main office and Mrs Lawrence, the front desk secretary, pointed us to the waiting area. She, at least, didn't glower or scowl at us and considering she was generally known to be a brick wall of emotions that meant she probably had no idea why we'd been called in. Lauren sat in the seat in the far corner, and I sat next to her, and Aidra moved past us to sit next to Lauren on the other chair in the corner.

The petite goth girl leaned forward, lowering her voice. "So, how do you want to handle whatever this is?" she asked.

"Hard to say when we don't knowwhat it is," Lauren murmured.

"Alright, fair," Aidra said. "I mean if it's bad and we need to 'do something.'" She put that in air quotes. "Am I doing something or you, Jerry?"

That was an interesting question. I had the greater breadth of options available to me, but it cost me fuel out of my pool of power. Aidra had fewer options, and she'd mentioned her 'pool of luck' could run low, but it also naturally refilled whereas I had to work harder for mine.

Not that I considered sex with my girlfriends and partners work.

"If it's bad enough we need to dosomething, I'll handle it," I sighed. "But let's see if it can be handled withoutthat first, yeah?"

The three of us all leaned back in our seats, watching the ebb and flow of people through the main office. There were a few different secretaries, and the Guidance Counselor's office was connected to the end so they were in and out as well. A few teachers came through, two of them giving us brief glances and one doing a double-take and staring for long enough that I almost broke my own rule and tried to read his thoughts.

Eventually, Mrs. Baldinsarro, one of the Vice-Principals, came out of her office and after a brief quiet conversation with the secretary motioned to the three of us to follow her. We did, and she levelled a stern gaze at each of us as she gestured us into her office.

"Well," the thin, severe woman said. "Not exactly the return to school I was expecting today."

"What exactly is going on, Miss?" Lauren asked as she sat in one of the seats in front of the desk. Aidra and I took the others.

Mrs Baldinsarro was rail thin and wore dark grey or brown pantsuits every day, her mousey brown hair pulled back into a simple braid. The only ornamentation I'd ever seen her wearing was her thin, gold-framed glasses. She raised an eyebrow as she circled her desk and sat down in her chair imperiously. "It seems the three of you have been... busy. During the break, and now at school. I've received a report that you hosted a party, Jeremiah, and that there was a significant amount ofdrinking at said party, and possibly even drug use. The worst of the rumours even suggest some sort of sexual impropriety happened."

It was my turn to raise an eyebrow as she seemed to wait for me to respond to her, but she hadn't asked a question and I wasn't planning on feeding her with more information or the chance to call me a liar.

"Did you host a party over the break, Jeremiah?" she finally asked after a long moment, giving me a look as if she thought I was dumb enough to actually not understand she wanted me to speak.

"I don't see how any get-togethers at my house over the break would be of interest to you, Miss," I said.

Mrs Baldinsarro narrowed her eyes slightly. "And what about the rumours about rampant alcohol and drug use by students of our school in your home, hmm? Thatis of interest to the administration of the school, Mr Grant. As are the disturbing rumours that have been going around."

"I'm sorry, are you asking us about the sexual activity of teenage students?" Lauren asked. "I feel like that'sway out of bounds."

I would have expected some sort of backtracking then - Lauren had basically played the 'You're being a creepy adult with teenagers' card. Instead, Baldinsarro smirked a little. "When the rumours are accompanied by a credible accusation, itis in my purview to investigate, Miss Baxley."

Fuck. The way Baldinsarro said Lauren's last name clicked as the thing that I'd felt had been missing in my understanding of what was going on. Or at least one of the things. Baldinsarro had been in her first year as the Vice Principal of our school in Lindsey and Angie's senior year - the infamous year where half the graduating class had almost not graduated due to 'issues,' and Lindsey had been at the top of the list of seniors with marred records that had nothing to do with grades. Lauren's parents had stepped in to speak on Lindsey's behalf once or twice since Lindsey's own father was always 'away on business' back then.

Two years later, and now Lauren was in Baldinsarro's sightline for maybe the first time ever for the last name to stick.

"Maybe you should just tell us exactly what the rumours or the accusation are, Miss?" I suggested. "We've been in class all morning and haven't heard anything. I'm sure we can help clear things up."

She gave me a sour glance. "Miss Allard," she said, and her tone suggested she was pretty sure she already knew the answer. "Have you and Mr Grant here been sexually promiscuous on school grounds?"

I had full confidence in Aidra to not give anything away.

"I don't talk to pigs," Aidra said.

I was utterly unprepared forthat response. I looked over with big eyes at the petite goth and she was smirking and glaring at Baldinsarro.

"Miss Allard, that will be detention after school for the rest of the week," Baldinsarro growled, raising her voice.

Aidra shrugged with a sneer.

"Miss Baxley, this is your only chance to come clean - have you been sexually promiscuous on school grounds?" Baldinsarro demanded.

"What exactly do you mean by 'sexually promiscuous,' Miss?" Lauren asked innocently.

"You know exactly what I mean," the Vice Principal snapped.

"Then no, I have not been sexually promiscuous on school grounds," Lauren said evenly, and without lying - definitions were a hell of a thing. Baldinsarro probably meant had we been fucking or something close to it, but the actual definition of promiscuous was having lots of casual relationships. I was supposed to be getting promiscuous as hell. So far Lauren had been downright monogamous... on school grounds.

"Then why am I receiving reports that say otherwise?" Baldinsarro demanded.

"Miss, do you maybe have aspecific situation or piece of evidence?" I asked.

She turned her glare on me. A month ago I would have likely been a little taken aback by that glare - she had the authority to make my life hell, after all. Now though? She had nothing on a pissed-off Esmerelda going full Necro-Goddess.

When I didn't flinch or look away she narrowed her eyes a little more. "Mr Grant," she said. "Considering the rumours circle directly aroundyou, I assumed you would be the least willing to own up to your actions. Have you been making unwanted advances on your fellow students?"

I noted the change in wording - the girls were being accused of promiscuity, I was being accused of unwanted advances. Where the fuck was this coming from?

"No," I said, letting my incredulity show. "Definitely not. Who is saying I am?"

"Jeremiah and I are dating," Lauren said. "What would even be thepoint of 'unwanted advances?'"

Baldinsarro shot Lauren a look that said something along the lines of 'Men cheat, you stupid little girl.' The Vice Principal turned back to me though. "This isn't a court of law, Mr Grant. You don't have the right to face your accusers here."

"Can we go, then?" I asked. "We're missing most of our lunch period so you can go fishing for us to admit to things we didn't do."

She clenched her jaw for a long moment, her frustrated gaze sweeping over the three of us before she exhaled through her nose dismissively. "Watch yourselves," she said. "You're on thin ice."

There was a brief silence as she glared at us, and then Aidra frowned as she sniffed several times. "Do you guys smell... bacon?"

"That's another week of detention, Miss Allard," Baldinsarro grunted.

"Yeah, good luck with that," Aidra said, standing up and glaring right back. "You'll be getting a call from my lawyer."

"Your mother is not a lawyer," Baldinsarro rolled her eyes.

"She might as well be," Aidra said, then nodded to us. "Let's go."

Lauren and I followed Aidra out, though the little goth stopped at the door and shot one last glare back at Baldinsarro, then snorted and smirked.

"Alright, what the fuck wasthat about?" I asked once we were out of the office and back in the empty entry hall of the school.

"Rumours, obviously," Aidra said.

"No, he means calling Baldinsarro a pig like she's an evil cop or something," Lauren clarified.

"Oooh," Aidra said, drawing it out as she smirked. "Yeah, I've been doing that for years. It pisses her off every time. I'm what she would call a 'problem student,' if you would believe it."

Lauren and I glanced at each other, then back at her.

"OK, maybe it's believable," Aidra waved us off. "But yeah, every few months she has a problem with how I dress, or my hair, or the way I talk, and on and on. So I started calling her a pig, which she hates. Then she gives me detention, but if she tries to punish me too much my Mom gets involved. The weird thing is that she's never connected the fact that every time we do that little dance she's suddenly sounlucky for like a week afterwards."

"You cursed her with bad luck?" I asked.

"Gave her the ol' Evil Eye," Adira shrugged. "It's not gonna kill her or anything, but she's gonna have a shit week."

I wiped my face, shaking my head, and Lauren chuckled. "So then the real question is what the hell is going on with these rumours?" My girlfriend changed subjects. "Sure, we've been doing PDA, but no more than anyone else."

"Other than everyone seeing it be me with more than one girl," I pointed out.

"Even that wouldn't lead to a call to the office unless there was a catfight over it," Aidra said. "And I like your pussy way too much to fight it, bitch." She winked at Lauren.

"Feeling's mutual," Lauren grinned. Then she turned to me. "You've only had 'interactions' with Tala and Zena otherwise, right? Are we sure no one saw those?"

"Pretty sure," I said, glancing at Aidra quickly - I wasn't sure how much Lauren had told her about other girls, and I didn't like sharing Tala's status with me since she wanted it to be on the down low. "Come on, let's grab our lunches. We need to eat, and maybe we can find out more in the Caf. Benji and Jay might have heard something new."

We headed back into the school corridors but hadn't even split up to head to our various lockers before things went sideways.

"Jerry-fucking-Predator."

Mason Phillips, one of the football players, was coming down the hallway towards us, flanked by Oliver Redd. They were both big guys who spent their afternoons in the school weight room whenever they could. I wasn't entirely sure why Redd didn't play on the football team for the last two years, but the rumour was he'd been banned by the school board for something he'd done. That didn't seem to stop him from being buddies with the seniors on the team though. If the school had cartoonishly obvious bullies like in media, they would have fit the bill - things weren't like television shows though, and despite being pretty damn nerdy, Jay, Benji and I had never had issues with bullying. Mason, Redd and their friends were loud and annoying but didn't target people as far as I was aware.

"What?" I asked.

"You heard what he said," Redd grunted. "Careful, ladies. Word is this little dipstick gets handsy when it isn't wanted."

Lauren, Aidra and I all looked at each other in confusion. "What?" I asked again.

"Keep your hands to yourself, you fucking perv," Mason said, pointing his finger at me accusingly.

"OK, hold on," Lauren said. We'd come to a stop maybe ten feet from each other. "Who the fuck told you that?"

"Yeah, cause it sounds like the rumour is ass-backwards," Aidra added.

"What?" Mason grunted, now as confused as we were.

"Jerry and I are very much dating," Lauren said.

"Well... we all knowthat," Redd said. There was no way the whole school didn't know, considering what we'd been caught doing before Christmas break in the girl's locker room. Howthat incident hadn't made it to Baldinsarro I couldn't guess. "But people are saying he's cheating on you, and grabbing girls."

"Again, ass-backwards," Aidra said. Then she planted herself against my side and openly grabbed my crotch. "Girls are groping Jerry and his big fucking cock."

"With my permission," Lauren added with a smirk.

Redd and Mason both blinked rapidly and let their jaws drop open as they witnessed Aidra grabbing me through my jeans, practically jacking me off. She used her other hand to grab my hand and pull it to her ass and then patted it as if that's where it belonged.

"Holy shit," Mason mumbled.

"So, to be clear, if you seemy boyfriend getting felt up, or giving anyone other than me some PDA - I've allowed it," Lauren said. "And I've explicitly talked with the girl involved ahead of time. Now who the hell is saying something different?"

It was kind of fun, having fierce partners - I didn't even need to really fight these stupid little social battles because Lauren was more than happy to draw a line in the sand. Between her managing the mundane crowd and Aidra managing the magical one I had a feeling I was going to be able to focus on the stuff that only I could tackle - putting my magic to use.

"Answer her, meatheads," Aidra demanded.

"Um, I dunno," Redd stammered. "People?"

"What people?" Lauren asked.

"Just... people," Mason said. "Everyone?"

"Jesus," I sighed, shaking my head. I gave Aidra's ass a little squeeze then let go and made her pull her hand from my crotch. "Why the fuck is it everywhere in the space of two periods?"

"Someone's on a whisper campaign, obviously," Lauren said, then glared back at the two jocks again. "You're being played, guys. Someone's manipulating you. Now fuck off."

Redd scowled at that, but Mason sighed. "Yeah, well... shit," he said. "Sorry for... I dunno. Come on." He nodded Redd back off down the hall, and they both turned and started stalking away.

"Tell people that shit isn't true," Aidra called after them.

"How the fuck did he managethat?" Redd was muttering to Mason as they turned a corner.

"Alright, now we need to hunt down whoever is starting this shit," Lauren said. "Who would want to fuck with us like this?"

"Emily," I said. "After I shot her down again. Or Wendy, though I don't know if she has the balls to try it since she knows who I am."

"Those sound like the top candidates," Aidra said. "But it could be someone else. There are more colossal cunts in this school than just them - the girls from the Purity Club can be nasty as fuck and super judgey. Same with some of the Gay-Straight Alliance club people. Both of those groups spread rumours like it's their fuckin' jobs."

"A sports team could spread it fast too, if they were all in on it," Lauren mused. "I don't know one that would be so focused onus though."

"You didn't piss off the drama or music kids, did you?" Aidra asked.

"Not that I know of," I said.

"Alright, well, I'll start with figuring out if it was Emily if you want to start with Wendy?" Lauren asked Aidra.

"Yeah, shouldn't be too hard," Aidra nodded.

"And what am I doing while you two go all Private Detective?"

Lauren chuckled and leaned in to give me a sweet little kiss on the lips. "You, dorkus, are going to act as if nothing is going on at all. If people see you acting weird they'll think this shit is true. So go to class, come up with ideas for what you're going to do to the various girls who want your cock, and leave it to us until we have solid information."

"Then you can get involved," Aidra smirked. "Because I'm pretty damn good at revenge, but it might need a personal touch."

I sighed softly, shaking my head. "You know what they say about revenge."

"'Best served cold' or 'dig two graves?'" Aidra asked.

"Both," I said.

"You're forgetting," she said, taking my hand and giving it a squeeze. "Those are sayings that apply to equals. And you're anything but equal, stud. Never forget that."

"If it makes you feel better, we can call it 'illuminating the consequences of their actions,'" Lauren grinned.

"That," I said. "I can get behind."

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The rest of the school day was a bit of a mess.

We went to lunch, but Aidra didn't eat with us as she went on the hunt among the other Ascended that she knew were in our grade. Lauren, meanwhile, kept up appearances and ate with me, Jay and Benji - my friends had already heard about the rumours, and wanted to know what had happened with Baldinsarro only to be disappointed that it had been less than climactic. And that I hadn't used an ounce of magic.

Apparently, they shared my negative view of the woman.

Tala found me as we were heading towards our third-period classes - I was still being stared at in the halls and could hear the whispers, but I ignored them. "Bullshit?" she asked, making eye contact with me.

"What do you think?" I'd responded.

"Bullshit," she nodded, then stepped up and openly hugged me in view of a corridor of people. I hugged her back, keeping my hands well above her waistline, and she squeezed me a little tighter. "I'll text you my address," she mumbled quietly. "I'll get home first to make sure my parents really are out."

"Sounds good," I murmured back, letting her go. She smiled sweetly up at me with that cute little grin of hers before turning and scowling at the nearest group of students who were staring.

I was distracted in class, but these days that didn't seem to be unusual. I really didn't want to consider what 'consequences' I would hand out for the rumour thing, and I didn't know who I'd be handing them out to, so I focused on other stuff. I had the magical politics stuff to think about - did I start out local with the groups in my hometown, or should I skip them and at least go to the regional powers? And then there were the spells I needed to finesse; protective spells especially, but also figuring out how I was going to make the 'fuck in places without being seen/noticed' thing happen. Zena specifically wanted that, and I knew... Well, most of my girls would want to play with that little kink. Especially Jordan, and she'd asked for it first. Figuring out how to do that without using up all the magical power the sex was generating, or even more, was going to be tough.

And then there was the emotional shit.

Annalise and Maya were due to arrive at the Penthouse tomorrow night and I wasn't sure where they were going to be at after having time to process everything. Would they be in mourning, or struggling? Was I ready to help with that? And I had my call with Moira in what felt like only a few hours - how the hell was I going to handlethat?

Mr Barclay in my Law class got pretty pissed with me for drifting off during his lesson. To be fair, Iwas distracted, but all he did was read off of slides so it wasn't like he was being very engaging.

In between third and fourth periods things got... interesting, and just as messy.

"Jeremiah," Mrs Morrison said, catching my attention from the door to her classroom as I was headed by.

"Yes, Miss?" I asked, stopping and stepping out of the current of rushing students.

She nodded me into the classroom and I followed her in, and she shut the door. She turned to look at me with a considering look, and I had a flash of memory from the dream again that I had to push down.

"Are you alright?" she finally asked. The classroom was empty except for us, but we weren'talone since her door had a big window in it and anyone walking by could see in. "I'm... aware of the rumours that have been going around."

I sighed. "I'm fine, I guess," I said. "It's distracting, but Lauren and Aidra are already on a campaign to fix it. And it's not true."

She nodded, moving to sit on the edge of one of the desks, bracing with her hands beside her. Did she know what that did to her bust, thrusting it forward a bit more, and was it on purpose? "I didn't think it was," she said. "I've been a teacher for almost ten years, most of it here, and I've seen a lot - I'm sure you remember the 'troubles' a couple of years ago. You might have gotten some more confidence, and a glow-up, recently but you're not someone who would push themselves on someone."

"I- Thank you, Miss," I said.

"You're dating Lauren, right?" she asked.

"Over a month now," I said. "Best thing to ever happen to me."

"So what's going on between you and Aidra?" she asked.

"Uh..."

Mrs Morrison raised an eyebrow. "Aidra has clearly developed an interest in you, and you're allowing it. Does Lauren know?"

I swallowed and mentally shrugged. Nothing risked, nothing gained. "Lauren and I are in a, ah, non-traditional relationship," I said. "She's bisexual and likes to, uh, share me. Aidra and I aren't dating, but we're..."

"Intimate," Morrison filled in, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Right," I nodded. "That's probably the word for it."

"And Aidra knows the full score?" she asked. "I like you, Jeremiah, but not enough that I'd let you pull the wool over a girl's eyes."

"She knows," I said. "It's all been explicitly agreed to."

"I see," Morrison said, shifting a little as she glanced up and down. Had she just pushed her chest out a little more? And did she stop her glance down at my crotch? Was she glancing at my lips now? "I guess that explains why Aidra and Lauren areboth working on your rumour problem."

"Pretty much," I said.

"And what about Angela Dawkins?" she asked. "I didn't see it myself, but I heard you had a... dramatic exit from school yesterday."

I blew out a breath slowly. "That's the same situation," I said. "Except it's been going on longer, so we're... closer?"

"Getting around a bit, are you?" Morrison asked with a smirk.

"Are you calling me a slut, Miss?" I asked, cracking a little grin.

She chuckled and shook her head. "No, Jeremiah, just surprised that our resident quiet writer is suddenly finding himself a Casanova."

"Just the good parts," I said.

"Well, you won't hear this from other teachers or the administration, but enjoy yourself, Jeremiah," Morrison said. "As long as you're being safe, and you're smart enough to dothat I'm sure, then there's no harm in consenting adults having fun together. Just don't play with their emotions, and don't let time slip through your fingers."

I swallowed quickly. Now or never. I took a cautious step towards her. "I've got to admit, Ihave been having a lot of fun. And Lauren, and the others, too. And we're safe, no question about that. But, Miss... Maybe I'm reading this wrong, but I don't think I am - Doyou want to... consent to some fun? I know Lauren and I would be interested; you're a beautiful and intelligent woman."

Morrison had started to flush almost as soon as I started speaking, her eyes dilating a little as I took another step closer. I wassure her eyes travelled down to my crotch and back quickly. But then she sat up and her expression went a little stoney. "That, Jeremiah, isnot an appropriate question to be asking me. I'm your teacher. It would beentirely inappropriate, no matter how much 'fun' it might be or not. Consent between someone in your position and mine isn't able to be given because of the power differential. It just wouldn't be right."

"I'm sorry, Miss," I said, taking a quick step back. "I- You're right, I'm sorry."

She took a breath and let it out. "Let's try to forget you asked that," she said. "But not this whole conversation - if you ever feel like you need some advice, my door is open, alright?"

"Thanks, Miss," I said. "I'll keep that in mind. I appreciate it."

"Alright," she said, then stood and went to the door. "Get going, mister. You'll be late for fourth period."

I left, making eye contact with her one last time and feeling like a little shit.

Except she hadn't actually saidNo. She'd just given reasons why it would be considered wrong.

Definitely a mess.

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"Oooh, hell, Jerry," Tala moaned as she clung to my shoulders, using them for leverage to bounce on my cock.

"God, Tala, that's amazing," I groaned back.

She was doing the splits on my cock, which somehow both tightened her and let me get super fucking deep at the same time. The fact that I was wearing a condom meant some of the visceral feel was missing, but I couldn't go telling her about magic or repeating the lie I'd used with Moira about a vasectomy, so it was condom or bust.

She leaned forward, kissing my clavicle wetly as she continued to slowly bounce on my cock. I'd arrived at her house a little after she did, having gotten a thumbs-up text from her that things were good to go. She'd led me up to her bedroom by the hand, grinning the whole way and stopping at the top of the stairs so she could kiss me. Her room was plastered with posters and programs from various dance recitals and competitions, some she'd competed in and others she'd gone to see. We'd gotten undressed in a hurry, laughing together as we revealed ourselves, and she'd pushed me back onto her bed and went to her knees to start exploring with her mouth again.

This wasn't her first time, and she wasn't feeling time pressure like before the New Year's Party, so she'd played around even more. Testing and teasing with her lips and tongue. I'd eventually gotten her up on the bed with me and into a 69 with her on top so I could start teasing her back. I'd eaten two orgasms out of her when she'd grunted that she wanted me in her, and she'd slid forward and mounted me in reverse cowgirl. That had given me a fantastic view of her dancer's ass, cute and tight, as she'd bounced on me. I'd reached around her and diddled her clit to help her reach her third orgasm of the afternoon, and she'd spun like a top without getting off my cock and grinned at me.

"Lauren said she couldn't dothis," she'd said, and that was how she'd ended up spreading her legs wide and leaning towards me as she did the splits.

I hugged Tala to me, groaning deep in my chest.

"God, you're so fuckingdeep," she moaned. "Feels sogood."

I wasn't managing words as well as her at the moment and just grunted in agreement. Then she slammed herself down hard and started to come again, her legs twisting as she tried to curl up a bit in reaction to the powerful orgasm as she moaned loudly against my chest. When it was over she pulled off of me, giving me a hungry look.

"Are you close?" she asked. "I want to suck it out again."

I was, but had thought I would hold it for longer - if she wanted a load on her tongue, though, who was I to stop her? "I'm close," I nodded.

She grinned wickedly and pulled the condom off, tossing it carelessly behind her and dropping her mouth to my cock as she went to her hands and knees. I pulled her dark hair to the side so I could see her pretty eyes as they looked up at me, and her lips around my shaft. She sucked hard, using the tricks she'd started developing, and I groaned a warning and she nodded as if giving me permission.

Tala drank it all down quickly, laughing in delight from her chest as each eruption hit her tongue. When I was done, collapsed back on her pillows, she lifted her lips from my cock and stuck out her tongue, showing me it was clean. "Still yummier than some of the girls at school say it is," she smirked. Then she bounced to the edge of the bed. "Stay here."

She left the room without a stitch of clothing and I was struck again by how graceful she was in her simplest movements. I was also struck with the thought that I really needed to be careful - I didn't love Tala, but if I spent too long thinking about how much I liked her, and her personality, and her body, I could get into an Angie situation again. She came back, still naked, carrying two Gatorades. One was already half-empty and she tossed me the full one. "Lauren said when you come in my mouth I should at least rinse it out before I kiss you again," she said. "And electrolytes after exercise are always good. You can go again, right?"

"I can," I chuckled, gesturing down to my cock as it was still standing hard. I cracked open my bottle and took a big drink from it.

Tala climbed back up on the bed and sat next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder. "I'm still pretty fucking happy with you being my first," she said.

"I'm still pretty fucking happy that I couldbe your first," I replied.

"Can we do-"

"We can do whatever you want," I cut her off. "You don't need to ask. Just tell me what you want."

She grinned at me and pressed her lips to mine in a sweet, closed-mouth kiss that had her cute little tits pressing to my arm and chest. "Thanks," she said as the kiss ended.

"You deserve it," I told her.

She wanted more foreplay. She ended up on her belly on the bed and I ate her out, teasing from clit to asshole with my tongue and lips, until she was panting and moaning through an open mouth and she quivered through another orgasm. Her fifth, or sixth? I'd lost count. Then I pulled her up and laid next to her, cradling her a little with one arm behind her head so we could make out while my other hand slowly fingered her pussy as she spread her legs. Her laughs and moans, and the look in her big eyes, was an extreme turn-on and I was hard as hell by the time we moved on. She wanted to blow me again, and she did, though it didn't last long before she was on her hands and knees and I was fucking her in doggy, listening to her happy squeals.

It wasn't until I pulled out of her and flipped her over, pressing my cock back into her in missionary as I pulled one of her legs over my shoulder, that I realised we hadn't applied a new condom.

"Fuck," I grunted.

"What?" Tala asked, her cute eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"Condom," I said.

"Fuck it," she mumbled, pulling me down with one hand scooped behind my neck to kiss her as my cock pressed deep again. "Just pull out, OK?"

"Mm," I hummed and started fucking her again.

Tala was limber and tight, and those expressions she gave me werevery inspirational as I fucked the everloving hell out of her. By the time she'd rolled through a few more orgasms, we were both sweaty, her hair was sticking to the sides of her face, and our eyes were locked onto each other.

"I'm close," I grunted.

"Don't stop," she panted. "Don't stop."

I tapped my magic and held my orgasm back as I fucked her into her tenth? Or eleventh? I didn't stop pounding her through it.

"Very close," I warned her.

"Don't stop, come in me," she groaned.

God did I want to. Both because I knew it was the biggest power gain, but also because I just wanted to fucking do it - empty my balls into this gorgeous, cute, funny, horny girl.

I growled and pulled out of her, shuffling up and straddling her waist as I stroked my cock. She opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue in invitation, and I erupted with a toe-curling orgasm that painted her tongue, cheeks and upper chest in my pearly white cum.

My panting matched hers, and I just sat there with my cock in my hand as we both caught our breath.

"Thanks," she breathed heavily. "I shouldn't have asked for that. I- I mean, I wanted to know what it was like but I didn't actuallywant it, you know?"

"I got that," I nodded.

She leaned up and craned her neck, getting the head of my cock between her lips and sucking the last dregs of cum out of me before falling back and grinning. "How much of a messy slut do I look like right now?"

"You look hot as hell," I said.

By the time her parents came home, we were cleaned up and dressed and working on homework down in her living room. I had my Ancient History essay to write, and she was working on an assignment for Chemistry. Her parents were surprised to find a boy in their home, but we clearly had a lot of work going on as we'd intentionally spread out our stuff to look like we'd been there for a while. I'd been invited to stay for dinner but begged off that I needed to head home. Tala walked me out the door, stopping me on the stoop where her parents wouldn't be able to see us from the windows and pulling me into a kiss.

"Thanks again," she said. "That was... Sex isn't going to be like that with other guys, is it?"

"I can't tell you that," I said. "But, from what I do know? Probably not. You deserve a guy who can ravage you, though. So don't ever settle."

She kissed me again, then bit the inside of her cheek as she thought for a moment. "Next time I think I want Lauren to be there too. She can teach me some tips and tricks, and she says taking you in the butt is just as good, just in different ways."

I snorted softly and chuckled, hugging her. "Whatever you want, Tala," I said. She pulled my hand down from her back to her ass, and I gave it a squeeze. What was it with girls lately wanting my hand on their asses?

"OK, I better get inside before my parents suspect something," she said, pulling away. "I'm going to get grilled."

"Good luck," I said.

"And I'll be on the lookout for whoever started that stupid rumour," she said, then bounced up on her toes to give me one last quick kiss. "Bye."

"Bye," I grinned, giving her a wink and starting to walk down the driveway only to look back when she gave me a little wolf whistle. I laughed and rolled my eyes at her grin.

***---***---***

'She didn't pick up,' I texted the group chat. 'She's doing a showing and said she'd call me when she was free.'

Apparently, all of my girlfriends were highly interested in knowing how the call with Moira went. Considering only Lindsey and Stacey had ever met Moira, I found the growing investment in things a little weird. Even Annalise, the least excessively horny person of the whole group, was texting from the motel she and Maya were staying in. They were about six hours away and would make it to the Penthouse the next day, and Stacey had already arranged for them to be able to pick up a parking pass for the building when they got there.

'That makes sense,' Angie texted. 'Real estate agents work weird hours, and people who work need to go see showings and stuff in the evenings. Not a big deal.'

'Tell us how things went with Tala while we're waiting,' Jordan texted, followed by several more of the girls agreeing.

I sighed, shaking my head as I looked down at my phone. I was in my room at home, alone. Part of me wanted to teleportal somewhere for the conversation, to have some moral support nearby, but I also wanted to let Moira have the privacy she deserved. A sound barrier spell around my room meant that my parents wouldn't overhear anything they shouldn't - because wouldn'tthat be fun to try and explain?

'Afternoon with Tala was good,' I texted back. 'She wants to meet up again, this time with Lauren too.'

'Details!' Lindsey texted, again getting echoed by a few of the others.

'We fucked twice,' I texted back. 'And she likes the fun of foreplay.'

'Is she a potential concubine?' Jordan asked.

'I think so, but Jerry doesn't unless he's changed his mind,' Lauren texted.

'I think I want to be careful about expanding the number of people in this relationship,' I sent back.

'That's not a No : P' Stacey texted. 'And she IS cute as hell.'

I blew out a breath, trying not to think about how I'd thought that about Mrs Morrison earlier that day. That was one event Iwasn't admitting to my horny set of girlfriends yet because it would only encourage them to push me to try again.

'I'm not in love with her,' I sent. 'I like her. That's it. She's very likeable.'

'So we wait and see,' Jordan texted. 'It's not a no, but you're not going to try and force it. Do you love Moira?'

'Same situation, but different,' I replied. 'I can see myself with Moira in certain ways, but she'd also be making an even bigger change than Tala would.'

'Guys, he can't just bring in everyone he has sex with,' Lauren sent. 'And remember that the more of us there are, the less time each of us will get with him.' The fact that it was coming from her was almost funny considering she was also the one pushing the hardest sometimes.

'Cut the bitch off,' Angie sent, along with a couple of crying-laughing emojis.

'Are there any other maybes right now?' Annalise asked.

'No,' I said. 'Not right now, not for harem status.'

'Aidra and I are lining up girls for sex though,' Lauren sent. 'The fucking rumours from today aren't helping.' No one asked what she meant, so I assumed she'd told them in their 'Concubines Only' chat.

'We want pics,' Lindsey said. 'Or at least names so we can social media stalk them and see if they are hot enough for our Stud Boyfriend.'

'You guys are nuts,' I sent with a sigh, which was followed by a stream of emojis and memes from them. My phone started buzzing like mad in my hands and the popup at the top showed I had a call coming in. 'She's calling me,' I texted, then closed the group chat and accepted the call.

"Hello," I answered the call.

"Hi," Moira said on the other end.

The silence between us stretched, getting heavier.

"Thanks for calling me back," I said. "How was the showing?"

"Not great," she replied. "The place ended up being a bit of a dump, and my clients weren't interested. They would need to bulldoze the place and start over, and they aren't ready for that sort of commitment."

"Mm," I hummed. "That sounds difficult."

"It's how my job works sometimes," she said. Then the silence started to settle in again.

"Did talking with Lindsey help with your thinking?" I asked. "She said she was going to call, but I wasn't sure if you would want that or not."

"It... did," Moira said. "And Lindsey is- Well, she's a special woman."

"I think so too."

"Honestly, Jerry, I'm still... shaken," Moira said.

"Is there something I can do to help steady you?"

She sighed on the other end of the phone. "You're too good with your words for an eighteen-year-old."

"I'm a writer," I said. "I've had a bit more practice than most guys my age."

"A writer millionaire teenager with multiple girlfriends in a polyamorous relationship," Moira said. I didn't interrupt to add 'Sex wizard' in there - I had a feeling it wouldn't exactly help. I also didn't correct her by adding a B to the '-illionaire;' by Stacey's accounting on Ezekial's files if I merged all the funds together I likely had monetary resources breaking that line. Just barely.

"And I'm talking to a gorgeous, intelligent real estate wiz who takes my breath away and stands on her own two feet," I said.

"Yours sounds a little more fantastical, you know," she said, and I got the hint of a smile in her tone.

"I'm more impressed with you," I said. "I didn't really need towork for most of mine. You've actually built your life."

"You know that you being self-aware isnot helping, right?"

"Sorry," I said.

A stretch of silence again.

"I'm too old for you," she said.

"Not so far," I countered.

"What would people say?"

"If we were in a relationship?"

"Seeing us together, just... out," she clarified.

"Did anyone say anything when we were at dinner?" I asked.

"That was a barbecue place, not... like, out."

"Do you actually care what people would say if I wasout with you, and we were having a great time?"

She sighed. "I shouldn't," she said. "But peoplewould talk. And my job is half about relationships and connections."

"I understand," I said. "But, if I'm making you happy...?"

More silence as we both processed.

"Eighteen, though, Jerry."

"I know."

"God," she said softly.

"Do you need more time?"

"I don't know what it would change," she said. "I- I think... I think I need to see you again. And Lindsey and Stacey, and meet Lauren. With no sex involved."

"OK," I agreed cautiously. "Lauren and I could drive up this weekend?"

"Saturday night?" she suggested.

"We'll make it work," I agreed. "Dinner?"

"Just- Fuck, Jerry, you're not even supposed to be drinking when we go out to dinner."

"That's not a problem," I said.

"Jesus, you've been using a fake ID, haven't you?"

"I rarely get carded when I'm out with my girlfriends or a woman like you," I said. "And... I do have one if needed."

She groaned softly. "Not helping."

"Dinner, somewhere that doesn't even serve alcohol," I said. "A Denny's or something. So we can talk."

"Fine, that works," she said. "Denny's for dinner on Saturday."

"I'll make sure the girls know," I said. "And, just to head it off ahead of time, are you open to another call from Lindsey or do you want space?"

"She can call," Moira sighed. "She's a good listener and didn't try to hard sell you. I appreciated that a lot."

"I hope you have a good week, Moira. I'm looking forward to seeing you again."

"Have a good week, Jerry," she said, and we both hung up.

I sat for a few minutes, just trying to absorb the conversation before I texted the group chat again.

'Call done. It's not over, but she's still not sure. Wants to meet Lauren and see Linds, Stace and I together again. Saturday, at a diner for dinner. Explicitly no sex that night.'

My girlfriends had questions, and I gave them what few answers I could. Stacey had plans that she immediately set about cancelling, and Lauren and Angie blocked out the evening on my 'schedule' in terms of when I would be available to start handling Judgements. More emails had been coming in and they'd been handling them with the formatted responses.

'How are you feeling about it?' Annalise texted once logistics were out of the way.

'I don't know,' I replied honestly. 'It's... new. I'm still figuring out how I think I should feel, and comparing that to what I'm actually feeling.'

'You'll figure it out, Bub,' Jordan texted with a heart. 'And we're here if you need to talk.'

The chat went quiet, and I had a feeling they had moved the conversation to the Concubines Only one to give me some space. Which was considerate, but what I felt like I really needed was a distraction.

I put in some more work on my Ancient History essay, then abandoned it to do some theorycrafting on spells. By the time it was late, and I'd had both parents knock on my bedroom door and wish me a good night, I was feeling burnt out creatively.

And horny.

I really had gotten spoiled over the break with quite how much sex I was having, but then, that was my life now.

The girlfriend I hadn't been with the longest was Annalise, but she was sharing a motel room with her sister. After that was... it took me a minute to remember, since I'd made late-night trips to Jordan and Linds and Stace within the past few days. Angie and Lauren, and Aidra, were covered as well. None of them were 'behind' in time with me, so to speak, and while I'd be happy to be with any of them for some reason I felt off about jumping to one of them and not the others when they all knew I was going through something.

And going to them would likely mean talking about Moira some more, and I was specifically tryingnot to do that.

I pulled out my phone and did the mental math before realising Other Anna would be in the super early hours of the morning in Finland and even if she did answer, I'd likely be waking her up. Aidra was an option, but going to her would open up talking about what had happened that day. And Ramona wasn't technically 'due' for our deal for another month.

Chewing on the inside of my lip, I took a shot in the dark and texted Amara. It was late for her as well, but being a bartender down in Miami I assumed she kept a fairly late schedule. She'd mentioned wanting some extra notice if I was coming down, and I definitely wasn't giving her that, so I texted that I had an unexpected layover at the Miami airport and had some time if she wanted to meet up.

'Sure, Papi!' she texted me back. 'You remember my place? How long until you get here?'

I gave her twenty minutes, figuring she wanted to clean up or something, and then I teleportaled out of my room and through the front door of her building - aided by looking at it in GoogleMaps to make sure I was remembering it correctly. I rode up the elevator, walked the hall and knocked on her apartment door.

Her footsteps were light as she approached, and the peephole darkened for a moment as she looked through it. Then she opened the door and the gorgeous Cuban hottie was beaming at me without a stitch of clothing on. Gloriously naked and oozing exuberant sex. "Hey, Papi," she grinned at me.

"Amara," I groaned and growled, stepping through the door and sweeping her up in my arms. She clung to me as we kissed, and I kicked the door shut behind me and fumbled to lock it with one hand.

"How long is your layover?" she mumbled between energetic kisses.

"I've got a couple of hours before I need to leave," I muttered back, carrying her towards the couch.

"Bed. To my bed, Papi," she encouraged me, and I headed for her bedroom instead as she laughed and leaned in, sucking on my earlobe. "Fuck me for two whole hours and leave me a mess."

"Sounds like a plan," I grinned.

This was definitely the right kind of distraction.

***---***---***

"You do realise this is thesecond time you've met up with her and didn't bring me?" Lauren asked as she leaned against the locker next to mine. "Next time you better bring me."

"Sorry," I said with a chuckle. "I just needed a distraction that wasn't going to make me think about yesterday, or Moira. And to burn off horniness before trying to sleep. You know what happens if I don't do that."

Lauren snorted softly, smirking, but then frowned. "You know if you asked me not to ask, I wouldn't have."

"I know," I said, looping my arm around her waist and pulling her to me a little. She leaned in against me, looking up just slightly into my eyes. "The Moira stuff was just a lot... harder to process than I even thought it would be. And I don't want to have to ask you not to talk to me about something."

She shook her head softly and kissed me. "It's fine," she said. "I get it."

"Next time, you'll come to Miami," I promised.

"To where?" Aidra asked, coming from somewhere behind me and leaning against the locker next to Lauren.

"Jerry has a Miami thot on tap," Lauren said, smirking again.

"Ooh, hot," Aidra chuckled.

"She's not 'on tap,' she just happened to be available when I texted," I said. "And also that was only the second time we did something and it's been... like two weeks since the first time."

"Oh, two whole weeks," Aidra mocked, pretending to be shocked. Then she grinned. "Good morning, Jerry."

"Morning, Aidra," I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to me. Her grin broadened as I stooped to kiss her, grabbing her ass firmly as she lifted her arms up to circle my neck.

"Mmm, love that," she said as she finally pulled back and let me go. Then she turned to Lauren. "Morning, partner. What did you dig up?"

"Partner?" I asked.

"Yeah, we're starting a Private Eye business," Lauren chuckled. "Except we're only going to chase down threats to you and our little family."

"We're gonna call it 'Private Dick Chicks,'" Aidra said, scrunching up her nose as she stuck out her tongue teasingly.

"I'm sure you'll be wildly successful," I snorted.

"I haven't gotten anything concrete yet," Lauren said, finally answering Aidra's question. "But I have one more lead I can pull on to see if it was Emily."

"Well, I'm pretty sure it wasn't Wendy," Aidra said. "None of her clique were owning up to anything, and they know what I can do and who Jerry is so I don't think they were lying. I'll start looking into the Gay-Straight Alliance kids, I think I'll make better headway with them than the Purity Club - those haughty cunts hate my little emo heart."

"It's just because they're jealous as fuck you know who you are," I said.

"Thanks, stud," she grinned.

"Alright, let's see what we can get figured out, I'm already tired of this bullshit," Lauren said. "See you later, baby. Your girls gotta go to work." She gave me a quick kiss, and then I got another one from Aidra, before they headed off down the corridor.

Shaking my head, I turned back to putting my stuff away and getting my books for first period. People were still staring - I couldfeel them doing it, and I knew they'd been staring when I'd been kissing Aidra. Hopefully, they noticed that it was clearly wanted, and even demanded, by the petite girl.

Shutting my locker, I looked around and saw several people quickly glance away. Juniors to Freshman, everyone had 'heard things' at this point. The really dangerous thing was if the rumours went through the telephone process and got worse the farther they went. Hopefully, the seniors that Lauren, Aidra and Tala had been correcting would start being able to put things in the right perspective.

I was one hall away from my Ancient History class when I was stopped by the stony look and tense set jaw of Beth as she approached me with her eyes locked on me like a targeting computer.

"Morning, Beth," I said, stopping and moving out of the flow of traffic.

"What did you mean by what you said?" she asked.

I frowned for a moment. "What do you-" Then I remembered what I'd said to her last, telling her she was more beautiful and could do better for friends than Emily. "Oh, right. I meantexactly what I said."

"OK, then... Why did you say it?" she demanded.

She was dressed down more than usual, wearing a long-sleeved sweater that hid her body a little, and a pair of jeans instead of tights or a skirt. Her blonde hair was up and back in a ponytail, and she was staring holes into me.

"Because it's the truth, Beth," I said with a sigh. "Youhad friends that weren't... generally awful to almost everyone. I don't know what you get out of being friends with Emily or Maria, but it doesn't translate beyond you three. We might not have beenfriends in middle school, but you were friendly with Lauren and I've never thought you were some mean girl like them. And as for the beautiful part - well, you are. Emily might be all glammed up for an Instagram picture or whatever, but you're just as pretty and you have a personality that enhances your vibe instead of detracting. You're a beautiful person."

She grit her teeth, still staring hard as she searched my face, and I hoped she wasn't reading anything but honesty. Her clothes, and the way she'd done her hair... It reminded me of Lauren. Casual, but still put together. Not trying too hard. It wasn't how Beth usually dressed these days, and I wondered at how much impact my words might have really had on her already. I hadn't even used magic.

"It was Emily," she said.

"Pardon?"

"Emily is the one who started the rumour," she said, rolling her eyes at her 'friends' actions. "Maria helped her, and she tried to make me help but I thought it was stupid. I don't even know why she cares if you're refusing to fuck her; she's a slut and she's taking it as a personal affront that you're saying no, I guess."

I sighed and nodded. "Thanks for telling me," I said.

"Thank you for the compliment. And meaning it," she replied, looking like she was feeling awkward as she tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear.

"I can come up with more if you'd like," I said with a little smile. "You have intense eyes, like a stormy grey sky, and I feel like they could sweep me away like a ship at sea."

She let out a breath, shaking her head as she looked at me ruefully. "Stop," she said, only half meaning it.

"Your smile is playful and fun," I told her, and she automatically smiled a little.

"Stop," she said again, a bit of a laugh in it, and she put a hand on my arm to show she meant it this time.

"Alright," I said. "No more compliments. Today." She rolled her eyes at that. "Could you do me a favour and tell Lauren about Emily? I know she'd like to actually talk to you for the first time in a while."

Beth nodded, sucking in a breath and letting it out slowly. "Alright, yeah, I can do that," she said. "I- Just to be clear, I'm notsiding with you or something. I'm still Emily's friend, I don't want to end my senior year a fucking outcast."

"That's fair," I said. "But... I'm just saying, you could consider the idea of ending the year with better, nicer friends than her, too. You wouldn't be an outcast."

She shook her head again, shooting me a look like she was having a hard time comprehending me, and turned to walk away.

"You've got a great butt, too," I blurted out, and when she turned around I held up my hands in surrender. "Sorry, that last one just burst out. Couldn't help it."

She rolled her eyes again, but she was grinning as she turned again and I could have sworn she worked her hips a little more as she walked away.

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Font of Fertility is an ongoing series that will continue to see updates moving forward. If you have enjoyed the series so far, you might want to check out my Pushing series, or AMA: The Boyfriend series, for similar romantic harem elements.

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