Alistaire At Usc Realizations

Time for some reality checks, wonderful and otherwise.

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The One With Realizations

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It was now spring, and Britney had not been at the Café for two of her regular shifts in a row. I felt excited, as it likely meant that she had had a couple of auditions. Hopefully, she would get some work from at least one of them. I didn't text her to ask what was up because she hated saying anything about any opportunity until she knew whether or not it was going to pan out.

And, good news or bad, I wanted to be there in person for her when she told me.

As I walked toward the shop, I especially hoped that she would be in this morning. I missed seeing her, but more to the point, I had gone ahead and bought tickets to a movie I really wanted to see, and of all my friends, Britney was the one who would most enjoy the film.

Also informing my eagerness to see her was the fact that, in the unlikely event we made it through the film without me managing to get her off at least once, it was a dead solid certainty that we'd definitely get each other off afterward. And the timing was getting tight, since the tickets were now only two days out.

Movie theaters in LA were surprisingly shitty for the most part, mostly old and past their prime. And crowded. But there were a few more modern ones with armrests that flipped up between seats...

I stepped into the café, and saw that Britney was back at work, turned away from the counter as I entered. There were a number of customers sitting around enjoying their coffees and so on, so I refrained from audibly appreciating the view of her from behind. But I sure as fuck inaudibly appreciated it.

"Glad to see you back at work," I grumbled before she had seen me.

"Alistaire!" she exclaimed, whirling around and giving me the most brilliant smile I had ever seen on her lovely face.

"Wow, I assume you had a good audition or two?" I asked. I'd have been super bummed if she had not been happy after two days of missed work.

"Audition? Nope. I had a

screentest

. And there were

negotiations

," she beamed.

"You got a job!" I enthused.

"I got a..." she looked around. "I don't want to, can't really, talk about it here in public," she said in a suddenly quiet tone. "What time are you done with classes today?" There was a gleam in her eye that I, and select portions of my anatomy, thoroughly approved of.

"I am finished with my last class at 1:00," I said immediately. "I can drop my stuff off at my place by 1:30. Tell me where to meet you after that. Back here?"

"I get off at two," Britney said. "I'll just come over to your place as soon as I can get there. Just wait." She paused. "This is really big news, Alistaire. I expect you to be ready to celebrate extravagantly over my achievement," she finished in a voice freighted with meaning.

"Yes, ma'am!"

Yeah. After that conversation, my last class of the day felt like it took fucking forever.

But not as long as the wait after I got back to my apartment felt.

The knock came on my door less than 15 minutes after her shift ended. She had hustled over.

I opened the door wide and bowed to usher her in. "Welcome, Miss Monroe," I said.

"Nope!" was all she said, looking at me and not entering.

"What?"

"I told you I wanted you ready to celebrate extravagantly when I got here," Britney said with a stern grin. "I expected a shitload more nudity than this! I'll be back in three minutes. Use them well."

My own door closed in my face.

Well, this was a new game. She must be feeling awesome. I mused about how fun this was going to be.

Fuck! I had already stood there speculating for over a minute!

I ripped my clothes off as fast as I could, nearly toppling myself to the floor when I stupidly tried to pull off my jeans over my Converses. I had just managed to throw my stuff away from right in front of the door without killing myself when the door rapped again.

With a grin, I pulled it open and was greeted by a much more pleased smile from Britney.

"There we go," she said outright lasciviously, dragging her finger down my half-chub cock dangling before her. "I have plans for..."

She was interrupted by the sound of a deadbolt being opened from Mrs. Dunwoody's apartment right across the hall, and here I was, standing in my wide-open door with my naked dong growing rapidly!

"Eeep!" I yelped and sprang sideways, out of sight of the door across the hall. Britney had frozen at the sound of the deadbolt, but recovered and sprang forward into my apartment. She was through, but my door was still open when my neighbor lady appeared. For a 72 year-old woman, she could move fast.

Britney let the door close behind her and we both sagged.

"Which one was that?" we heard Mrs. Dunwoody ask herself, apparently not having seen Britney's face.

My friend and I giggled at each other.

"Player!" Britney chuckled teasingly.

"I am not a player," I grumbled, but with less heat than my usual denials. It had started to become apparent to me recently that I really had, in fact, become a bit of a player. I had mixed feelings about that epiphany.

"I didn't mean you had to be

nude

," Britney laughed. "I was hoping for, like, a robe or something. But I guess a player's gotta player..."

"You have awesome news?" I asked, trying to change the subject from my player-ness. "Get a national commercial?"

"I got a

role

, Alistaire!" Britney said, rapidly unbuckling the belt of her uniform. "A major supporting role in a six-episode Netflix series! No, better than that! I'm the ingenue. I even get an 'Introducing' mention in the opening credits!"

"Wow," I breathed. Film and Television are hardly my industry, but even dumb old me knew a life-changing, career-launching event. I also said, 'wow', because Britney was making short work of the buttons on the front of her 50's-style uniform.

There was no bra underneath.

Only a girl with Britney's, um, structural reinforcement could have worn that uniform through a whole shift and not have the world know she had omitted a bra that day. The depth and majesty of cleavage that I could see in the rapidly opening dress rather focused my attention.

She grabbed the lapels but did not fully open the dress. "You know," she said, suddenly hesitant, "pretty soon, you won't be the only guy seeing these naked."

"Huh?" I asked, confused. "You mean that guy, Harry? The one I like to watch hit on you at the diner? I thought you've beenhooking up with him for a while."

"Not for a month now," Britney said, distracted.

"So who is the new member of the Luckiest Guys Alive Club?" I asked curiously.

Britney took refuge from her sudden uncertainty in a withering gaze at me. "Nobody. Well, I mean..." she cut herself off. "Look dufus, I have three topless scenes, including one that is meant to be long and steamy as shit."

"Oh, wow!"

"I mean, the script as currently written only calls for two scenes where the girls make an appearance, but my contract has an option for a third to be potentially added in re-writes. My agent, the old horndog, is certain that with a girl that looks like me, they will find an excuse to add that third scene." She paused, looking at me. "I hope you don't disapprove."

I stared at her. "First off, my opinion doesn't matter. You know that. Second, I'm a fan of boobies on screen," I added. I reflected briefly on how much a couple of pairs of really nice boobs, almost as nice as Britney's, and a stray naked dong on screen in a horror movie had contributed mightily to how awesome my entire life had become.

Regardless, Britney was not asking my permission, only respecting my opinion.

"Are

you

okay with it?" I asked. That was my only problem.

She took a deep breath and shrugged her uniform off her shoulders and to the floor as she resumed talking, now regaining her animation. "It's a big step," she admitted. "But honestly, I had already pretty much decided I was okay doing it before I even went to the first audition. My agent told me from the start that the show is going to be drenched in skin for everybody in it, even the male lead. I can't tell you who he is, but I can tell you his ass is out for all to see in Every. Single. Episode!" She giggled. "And I can also tell you that he is nowhere near as hot as he looks on the screen."

She grinned widely. "But he is still plenty hot enough for me to summon some pretty good chemistry with him."

I was ecstatic for her, but my mind was nevertheless drawn to the sight of her boobs in front of me, floating there, perfectly formed in a shape that seemed utterly natural... assuming they were in lunar gravity. Her nipples were sure as fuck enthusiastic about being shown off to millions worldwide.

Or maybe they just wanted to be sucked on by one, apartment-wide. If that was the case, I should not disappoint them. "Go on," I invited, but spoiled the appearance of interest by cupping her tits and bending to suckle an adorable nipple.

"Not much more to tell," she breathed excitedly. Again, what all she was excited about was unclear, but I had to be some of it. "The pay is better than scale, a lot better if they pick up that third scene. And if the series gets renewed for a second season, my salary gets big," she breathed, running her fingers hungrily through my hair as she spoke.

Her hands pulled my face even harder against her breast as she went on. "The story is really good, Alistaire. And Teddy and his production company have produced some major shows already for both Netflix and Amazon. This thing could be a hit. A big one. If it is, I'm going to be a genuine star!"

"Nobody deserves it more," I said, lifting my head and kissing her lips. I could already smell her arousal, and I tucked my fingers into the waistband of the extremely modest undies she always carefully wore under her short uniform skirt.

But she slapped my fingers away. "In a minute, eager beaver! Sit," she ordered, pointing at my lone easy chair. "I really need a celebratory protein snack from you," she giggled.

Britney really did enjoy sucking cock...

I was hardly going to argue about her excellent plan and flopped into my chair. In a flash, she was kneeling on the floor between my legs, stroking my long ago now hard cock and licking up the length. I moaned as she drew me in between her lips and suckled on me gently.

"You know," she said, pulling me free of her lips in brief, intermittent bobs, "I cut things off with Harry in part, gluk, gluk, because his dick and especially his jizz just tasted

bad

," she went on, doing something extremely wonderful with her tongue. "He's a sweetie, but I'd never tasted any that was, mmmmm, bad before, and I just, mmmm, could, mmmm, not, mmm, gluk, take it."

She sucked a lot of me into her mouth. More than usual.

Sucks to be Harry.

"Teddy tastes great though," she chirped. "Almost as good as you." She plunged down on my cock again.

"What?" I yelped. I wanted to leap to my feet in concern, but the gentle, inexorable force of her face on my dick made such an act impossible. "The producer made you suck his cock for the role?" I exclaimed in horror.

"No! Shame on you, Alistaire," she said, popping off my cock and glaring at me. But her hand kept making wonderful strokes. "Teddy is a perfect gentleman. Neither he nor anyone at the production made any such suggestion. Nor would they. Ever!"

She let her tongue roll over and around my swollen, near-desperate tip, ignoring my sudden tension. "But he is awfully charming. And, well, by the time I decided that I wanted to, I was pretty sure the part was almost certainly going to probably be mine anyway." She looked sternly up at me. "I sucked his cock because I really, really just wanted to suck his cock, and I wanted to celebrate." She reminded me then, in the best possible way, that she did very much enjoy doing what she had done to her new boss. It was a forcible reminder that had sweat beading my brow suddenly.

"But I will admit I thought it might be a good way to remove any lingering doubts," she admitted wryly.

Then she stopped talking and really got going hungrily. It was a really good blowjob.

Fuck.

I could see how she could seal a deal this way, dammit.

Her tongue tortured my helmet as my mind alternated from trying to relax and enjoy, to manufacturing more doubts. I guessed I was not going to need to find this guy Teddy's offices and have a word with him. Not that I would have anyway, because harming Britney's big break would be the worst thing anyone had ever done. An even worse thing than Teddy letting her blow him.

I doubted seriously that he had not at least hinted at the idea.

And Britney? My friend? She of the fabulous tits and the fabulous everything else? And the even more fabulous love for and skill at sucking cock? I could not judge her.

But I kind of did.

But I also was almost unbearably happy for her.

That, and the way we fucked three times that afternoon, seasoned in between with her own lovely flavors, was more than enough for me to put my mind at ease about the whole situation.

It was not until after she was gone that I started to get mad at myself. What had happened to me out here that I thought anything about this situation was okay?

*

BEN

: So, are you coming, dude?

My old high school buddy had resumed trying to get me to go to yet another Alumni Day. It was only our class's third reunion, which was not really a thing. People did not go to their class's third anniversary. But Mrs. Sarnioki's husband was taking an early retirement from his job as the school's business administrator, and she was leaving with him. She had been a favorite of mine, but she had actually been Ben's advisor. He had been planning to go from the second we all got the email that this was her goodbye opportunity.

ME

: I want to go, man. You know I love the lady. But the plane ticket's a lot of cash, and it is close to exams

There was a pause.

BEN

: Beth is coming. She confirmed today

Oh.

Oh, wow.

If Beth was coming, Ben would be fucking her quite thoroughly.

If I also came, I would be fucking her quite thoroughly too. At the same time.

I missed Ben. I really missed Beth.

And dammit, much as I hated to admit it, I missed the adventure of double-teaming Beth with Ben. I obviously preferred being double-teamed, but the three of us had some magical history.

I hemmed for a moment. It wasn't like I didn't have similar threesome opportunities out here. Hell, one set of my friends and I had coordinated one of our occasional foursomes just two days ago. I was still recovering.

But Beth...

ME

: Well then, I guess I'll see you there

*

I managed the trip, but the scheduling was harder than the money. I had to really shoehorn it in because the following Monday morning there was an absolute, no shit, can't miss class. I took a red-eye flight to JFK on the morning of Alumni Day. It was late, and I only made it up to school in the middle of the afternoon. There was, alas, no home track meet to watch this year, so I wandered over toward the varsity lacrosse field.

According to my texts, Beth had been on campus that morning for the parade, but had left for a while to finish and send in a paper. Ben had been delayed getting on the road by some drama with his roommate, his roommate's suddenly and spectacularly former girlfriend, and a very broken window that they had had to explain to his landlord. The three of us were all planning to meet up at the banquet in a few hours.

I moved through the crowd of mostly older alumni, along with a bunch of student spectators who had been frosh and sophomores when I was a senior. Didn't recognize a soul.

Then the crowd parted a bit in front of me and I saw a pair of corduroys and a tight sweater with contours that I would never forget.

"Jenn!" I exclaimed in surprise.

Jenn spun and saw me. "Hey!" she yelped and leapt toward me. She threw herself into my arms and we hugged tightly. I even lifted her up off the ground as we embraced.

I almost forgot myself and kissed her, but I remembered in the nick of time that she was blessed with a very serious boyfriend somewhere named Pete.

I set Jenn down and asked her how she got here, and why hadn't I heard she was coming to Alumni Day.

"I'm not here for Alumni Day," she snorted. "That is a coincidence. Pete and I are driving to his parents' place on the Cape for his mom's birthday tomorrow. This is on the way, so I thought why not stop and show him the old stomping grounds! Oh God, this is so great you are here," Jenn added enthusiastically. "I want you to meet Pete," she added, tugging me along toward a handsome dude with a bemused expression on his face.

Pete, best I had determined from various text conversations with Jenn, was her fiancé, and would probably figure that fact out at some point.

He stuck out his hand and said, "I assume that I am meeting the infamous Alistaire."

Infamous?

Yeah, I guess that checked out.

"Guilty," I said. "It's great to meet you, Pete. I hear almost nothing but great things." That earned me a shove from Jenn.

"Same for me," Pete said. She shoved him too.

I was a little uncomfortable at first, remembering Carla's comment about her lover for life, Ron, 'hating' me, even if it was just the idea of me. But Pete seemed genuinely confident in his status with Jenn. That made me even happier than the realization that I wasn't going to get punched in the snoot.

We all chatted companionably for a while, Jenn hanging happily on Pete's arm. I found that I liked the guy, and that made me glad. Jenn clearly doted on him, not that I had not already been told as much, and that warmed my heart.

They were getting close to needing to go, and Jenn had to run off toward the Field House to find a bathroom. She hesitated, but only for a second, before leaving the two of us alone without her.

He watched her retreating form. I'll admit, I watched it too.

He caught me looking, of course. And laughed.

"You used to intimidate the fuck out of me, you know," he said casually.

"Me?" I asked in surprise. I looked at Pete. He was three inches shorter than me, but probably outweighed me by five to ten pounds. And he had no more fat on his frame than I do. "I guess now that you see me, you can tell I'm not intimidating!" I laughed.

"You know what I mean," he grimaced. "I know a lot about you. Probably more than I should. Sorry about that. But when Jenn and I first got serious, I wanted her to know that I have a bit of a past. I detailed a few former girlfriends. What I got told about in return was... you."

What the fuck was I to say to that?

"I stewed over this dude out there that she still texts with a lot, and talks about even more," he went on, in this bizarre confessional out of nowhere. His face was serious. "Honestly, I worried that I was just to be some kind of place-holder until she could somehow one day reunite with this sex god with a heart of gold. But then, when I finally realized that no, I was who she genuinely preferred, genuinely wanted, I knew I'd found the win." He smiled at me.

I just stuck out a fist for him to bump.

It was good to be Pete.

"Can you keep a secret?" he asked, an almost dorky smile on his face.

"Usually, unless it is going to embarrass me personally," I said.

He snorted. Then looked around to ensure Jenn was not back yet. "I have a jewelry box in my suitcase. I'm going to ask her to marry me at my mom's party tomorrow."

Ah! So he had, in fact, figured out he was her fiancé. Good for him.

And good for me, because the love of her life would apparently be no obstacle to my remaining friends with my old buddy.

*

Jenn and Pete left soon after. I grabbed an Uber to go check into my hotel and change, only just making it back in time for the banquet being held in the massive Field House. My first reunion, I had dressed like a slob and felt crappy about it. This year, I put on a blue blazer and khakis like a proper New England aristocrat.