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As found in the noodle box...

Chapter Six
Transition

    It was nearly eleven when I got home. I don't remember anything
of the trip back; I have no idea how I found my way out of The Oaks. I
got out of the car still in a daze, unlocked my door and went inside. I
undressed, letting my clothes lie where they fell, and staggered back to
my bedroom. On an impulse, I glanced out the window. The light was on in
Jenny's room, but the curtains were drawn. It suddenly struck me that
that was perfectly normal. Every evening Jenny would put on her show,
then she would leave her room, and the next time the light came on the
curtains would be closed. I should have realized long ago that she knew
what she was doing. I turned on the desk lamp to arrange my junk for
morning, and as soon as I did, Jenny's curtains parted a couple of
inches, then a few more and she appeared at the window, holding the
curtains apart. She waved brightly, blew me a kiss, and the curtains
fell closed. Before I could absorb what had just happened, her light
went off.

    I said the hell with it, collapsed on the bed, and fell instantly
asleep.

    On Monday I was at the office by my normal seven fifteen, and moving
at full speed. I was in a groove, and flying. The work I had taken home
to do over the weekend and hadn't touched since was finished by nine.
Just before ten I called Artie and told him that unless he had some
damned good reason for me to attend, I was going to skip the ten o'clock
and keep working. He didn't, and I did. I worked straight through lunch,
and by two o'clock I had finished everything I had targeted for the day
and began attacking a couple of special projects. I can honestly say
that when I looked at the clock and saw that it was already after five I
hadn't given a thought all day to what was going to happen when I got
home. I quickly wrapped up what I was doing and was in my car and on the
way home by five fifteen.

    Traffic was unusually heavy for the short drive, and it was
after five thirty when I got home. For whatever reason, I wasn't
particularly concerned about anything. Nobody had mentioned a time for
the girls to come over, and I wasn't on call to anybody. I ran my own
life, and kept to my own schedule.  When I had shut the door behind me,
I undressed and walked over to mix my drink. There was a firm knock on
the door. No surprise this time. I threw on my robe and opened the door
to Jenny and Ashleigh, who brightly chirped "Hi, Larry!" in unison, and
immediately darted in.

    Jenny had my shaving kit in her hand and she thrust it to me,
saying, "Here! Mom says you won't be needing this over there anymore."

    My heart stopped. The room closed in on me. There was a loud rushing
sound in my ears. I stood paralyzed as I heard Jenny's voice coming from
a great distance, "There's a note in it." With numb fingers I unzipped
the case and pulled out a sheet of beige notepaper folded in half. I
fumbled it open and began to read. "Thought you might need this. I took
the liberty of checking brands so I could stock up here. Hope you don't
mind. You can pick up your clothes (including your tie!) next time, or I
can have Jenny bring them over if you want them sooner. H." I read it
again. It still said the same thing. I began to breathe again, but my
hands began to shake. After a few deep breaths I thought I would be able
to speak. There was a question to which I desperately needed an answer.

    "Jenny, your mother knew you were coming over here?"

    The girls grinned. "No. Not exactly. We told her we were going
to the library and she asked if we would mind dropping this off. We put
up a little fight, but we lost." There was a branch library about three
blocks away which was honored more as a place for the gang to mingle
than a seat of learning.

    "Thanks for bringing it by." I placed it on the table and picked
up my drink. I had thought my hands had steadied, but the ice was making
rapid tinkling noises in the glass. The girls giggled.

    Ashleigh got down to business. "Jenny said she would teach me how to
use your thing today if that's okay with you."

    "Sure. Don't see why not. Just tell me what you need me to do,
Jenny."

    "Great! Let's go back to your bedroom, OK?" and she started toward
the back. Ashleigh curtsied nicely and waved me ahead of her. We walked
to the lab.

    When we were all assembled, Jenny had a thought, "Hold on a sec..."
She trotted in to the bathroom and brought back a clean towel which she
spread on the floor. "We'll use this to catch it. Stand right there,
Larry." She pointed at one end of the towel. I complied. "Give me your
robe." I dropped it off and handed it to her. She looked down
doubtfully. "What's the matter? It's not as hard as it usually is. Are
you tired of us already?"

    "You don't need to worry about that, Jenny. It's just been a
rough day. It'll perk right up. You'll see." It had been rock hard until
that shaving kit had appeared; I still hadn't recovered completely.

    Jenny reached down and shook it gently up and down a couple of
times. "Yeah, it'll be okay. It's coming up right now." And it was. "OK,
Ash, stand right there on his right. That's good. You can put your left
arm around him to kind of balance." Ashleigh did as she was told.
"Comfy, you guys?" Ashleigh and I confirmed that we were comfy. "Now
then, take him in your right hand." Ash reached out and held me just as
she had the night before. Jenny took a step back and cocked her head to
one side. "No, not quite like that. Here. Let me show you." She adjusted
Ashleigh's fingers so that her thumb rested along the top and her
fingertips were lined up along my urethra. "There! I think that's a
little better. And you're getting nice and hard now, Larry." It was, and
I was. I thought Ashleigh looked just a bit irritated, but she didn't
say anything. "OK, Ash. Let's do it! Start moving your hand in and out,
not too fast. Hold nice and firm, but not too tight. That looks pretty
good. What do you think, Larry? Is that about right?"

    "Feels pretty good, Jenny. Very nice, Ashleigh." Ashleigh glanced up
and gave me a big smile, then went back to concentrating on her lesson.

    "It feels like it's starting to twitch a little. Does that mean
anything?"

    "Oh, yes! That's good! You can speed up a little now, not too
much, though. And be sure to keep your fingers kind of pressed in on the
bottom." Ashleigh complied, and I began to experience considerable
difficulty.

    I started swallowing hard, and choked out, "That's very nice,
Ash, very nice..."

    "You're doing great, Ash! Keep it up just like that!" Jenny was
becoming a cheering squad.

    "I can feel it starting to throb pretty strong now, it's really
jumping."

    Jenny was bending over, watching intently. "He's getting ready
to shoot his stuff, Ash! Hold him tight and keep up a good steady pace."

    I had my arm around Ashleigh's shoulders, and I began to squeeze
her tightly. I could hear my own moans softly creeping out. My hips
began to move back and forth involuntarily. "That's it, Ash!" Jenny was
really getting into it. "Pump him now! He's gonna do it! He's gonna do
it!!" And I did. Impressively. Ashleigh had been holding me at close to
an optimum angle for range, though whether she had calculated the
ballistics I couldn't say. In any case, my first shot landed at the
extreme edge of the towel. Ash pointed me more horizontal for the second
one, which cut down the distance considerably and it landed just past
the center of the towel. That was the last major spurt, and although
Ashleigh continued to pump, she was pumping a rapidly softening device,
and all that came from it was a slow trickle which ran down over her
fingers.

    Jenny watched somewhat disconsolately, and said mournfully, "I
think that was a lot more than I got. I know it shot out further. That
was a really good job, Ash. She did really well, didn't she, Larry?"

    "Yes, she did, Jenny. You're a damned good teacher." I hugged
Ashleigh tightly and kissed her on top of the head. "And you, Ashleigh,
are an excellent student." Jenny brightened noticeably, and Ashleigh had
been floating on air already.

    Jenny never stopped thinking. "Hey! You know what? We could have
a contest! It couldn't be just a one time thing, but over a lot of times
we could see who could get the most distance! What do you think? Would
it be better to keep track of total distance, or make each time like a
separate contest? Or both? We could do it on alternate days, and maybe
like this week Ash went first, and next week I could go first, so that
way it would kind of balance out whether we get him fresh or not." I
noticed that I was now in the third person. "Let's measure this one and
start with this. That's fair, because you got a really good distance
this time. I think we should only count the longest one each time,
because sometimes the first one is longest and sometimes it's not. What
do you think? Should we count how many times we can make him spurt, too?
That might be hard to do, because once it starts to finish up it doesn't
really spurt, it just kind of drips. Maybe we could count it as a spurt
if it goes more than some distance. How far would be good? What do you
think? A foot, maybe?" Eventually she stopped to breathe.

    Ashleigh enthusiastically responded, "That's a good idea! We
could work out the details as we go." She had been idly playing with my
cock ever since her successful shot, and gave it a playful little tug
for emphasis. "Can we do it, Larry? Is it ok with you?"

    By this time I had pretty well recovered. "It's okay with me in
principle at least. It sounds like it could be a lot of fun." Especially
for me, I thought. "But as competitive as you guys are, there may be
some practical problems." Both girls looked at me expectantly. "There is
likely going to be a lot of luck involved, for one thing. All kinds of
things can affect it, really. I could be tired, or distracted. Some days
I'm just going to be more in the mood than others. We might have to work
out some kind of handicapping system if it looks like the luck is too
one-sided. But I'm willing to give it a try if you are." Never let it be
said that I wasn't willing to sacrifice myself for the common good.

    The girls began clapping and cheering. "Great!" Jenny exclaimed
happily. "We'll work out all the details. Don't worry about a thing;
we'll handle it."

    Ashleigh came in without missing a beat, "Of course we'll handle
it. That's what we're talking about, isn't it?"

    There might have been the faintest tint of pink on Jenny's face,
but she was still quick on the pickup, "Yes, but it's all in how
skillfully and productively we handle it that matters, you know."

    "Absolutely. We'll have to learn to project, and to extend our
range."

    "We'll have to keep our options fluid."

    "We'll have to work our fingers to the bone." Nice one, Ash.

    Jenny had no immediate answer. Ashleigh continued: "Extend our
horizons. Stretch our assets. Go with the flow." Not great lines, but
not bad under pressure; looked to me like game, set, and match.

    Jenny said flatly, "Yeah. I think that about covers it."

    Ash pressed her advantage. "Oh, let's not cover it! It's kinda
cute!"

    I couldn't resist. "All depends on what you cover it with." I
said dryly.

    Jenny screamed with laughter. And hugged Ashleigh.

    I complained, "What about me? Don't I get a hug? I realize I'm
just a bystander here, but a rather important one." Jenny laughed, threw
her arms around me, and squeezed me tightly. Then we all joined in one
big hug.

    "Ash, I think we have an important decision to make," Jenny offered
in a serious voice as we broke our clinch.  "If we're going to do this
right, I think we're going to have to stop coming over here every day.
We'll need time to think about our techniques and plan our approaches,
and psyche ourselves up to do our best. Personally, I'll feel deprived
if I don't get my daily Larry fix, but I think we're going to have to
make some sacrifices."

    Ashleigh looked thoughtful. "I'm not so sure, Jenny. I don't
know whether I can cut down just like that.  Maybe we could just kind of
taper off a little bit. Maybe skip one day every couple of weeks to
start." They were off again.

    "No, Ashleigh. We'll have to do it. We have no choice. We must
strengthen our resolve, and prepare to sacrifice ourselves for the
greater goal!"

    Ash buried her face in her hands and began to moan loudly if not
convincingly. "Why! Why! Oh, why must we endure so much!?"

    Jenny straightened her back and deepened her voice. "Ashleigh,
we have to cut back to twice a week!"

    "Oh, my god!! No! No! I can't do it!", Ashleigh cried pitifully.

    "We must. When the going gets tough the tough get going." Jenny
was about to persuade even me.

    She certainly stiffened Ashleigh's resolve. Ash seemed to rise
to a greater height as she declaimed, "Yes! We must! For God and
Country! And the American Flag!"

    "Apple Pie! We the People! The Mall!" Jenny was trying, but it
looked like she was running out of steam.

    Ashleigh thrust her right foot forward, bent her knee slightly,
extended her right arm high above her head and declaimed in her most
dramatic voice, "Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries,
'Hold, enough!'"

    Jenny froze. We formed a silent tableau for a few seconds, then
Jenny said. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? I mean Lady Macbeth
I could understand, 'Out damned spot!' and all that, but 'Lay on,
Macduff'?"

    Ashleigh tried unsuccessfully to look abashed. "I don't know. I
just got carried away. The high drama just got to me, and that was all I
could think of." She couldn't suppress her grin.

    Jenny gave up. "Sheesh. Anyway, Larry, we'll be back on Wednesday
and I'll take my shot. Think sexy thoughts until then, okay? And save it
up for me. I need a big buildup from you." In all the drama, I had
softened considerably, and Jenny reached down and bounced my balls
lightly as though trying to weigh them. Both girls kissed me on the
cheek, and they were out the door. But not before I gave them my
considered opinion that were both eating way too much sugar.

    So I had almost forty-eight hours before they were going to show
up again. I know I must have done something to occupy my time before
Jenny showed up at my door that first time, but I couldn't remember now
what it was. I stood as if in a trance for a moment, and then I laughed
out loud. Without thinking about it, I had been complying with Jenny's
request to think sexy thoughts, but what I had been thinking about was
her mother's gorgeous, tanned, powerful legs pedaling that bike on
Sunday, and the way her hips stretched her shorts tight as she pedaled,
and the whole luscious view.

    I grabbed that book that I hadn't exactly made a good start on
before, and decided to try it again. I wound up turning a lot of pages,
but visions of Helen kept drawing my thoughts elsewhere. Finally I just
gave up and went to bed.

    Tuesday and Wednesday at the office were much like Monday. I was
still in my groove, and piles of work were evaporating. By Wednesday
afternoon though, I could feel the edge starting to dull just a bit, and
I was ready to call it a day by five.

    I was frankly a little curious as to exactly what the girls
would have planned for this evening, and while I can't say that I was
unusually anxious to get home, I wasted no time. It was almost six
before the knock came. I threw on my robe, opened the door, and the two
of them dashed in. Ashleigh was carrying a long cardboard tube like the
one posters are shipped in, and said on her way through the door, "Hi,
Larry! We're all ready. We've got some new equipment we brought."

    "What about uniforms? Aren't you going to have uniforms? And a
band and a cheering section?" I thought that I might have sounded just a
little more bitterly sarcastic than I had intended, but if they noticed
they didn't show it. If it was possible to take the fun out of getting
jacked off by a couple of beautiful young girls, they were well on their
way to doing it.

    "Come on, Larry. Lose the robe and let's get started. I'm champing
at the bit," Jenny was walking toward the back as she spoke. I followed
with Ashleigh at my side. When we walked in, Jenny turned to Ash and
said, "Ashleigh, do the honors!"

    With a flourish and a hearty "Ta da!", Ashleigh pulled a roll
from  the tube and spread it on the floor. It was a soft white vinyl
sheet about three by five feet. In the center of the nearest short edge
was a solid dark green semicircle with about a twelve-inch radius.
Surrounding it were arcs in a regular pattern of colors with black arcs
spaced about one inch apart, red arcs replacing the black at the twelve
inch marks, and blue arcs at the three, six,  and nine inch marks. I had
a pretty good guess that we weren't going to have to estimate range
anymore.

    "Neat, huh?" Jenny asked. "Ashleigh designed it and did all the
work herself. What do you think?" I didn't trust myself to answer, so I
didn't; I just stood staring in awe.

    "Stand right there," Ashleigh directed me, placing me with my
toes on the vinyl and the green ground zero centered right below my
balls.

    "Wait a minute, guys," Jenny said and ran to the bathroom, returning
with a towel which she spread over the vinyl target. "Let's place
Ashleigh's shot from Monday before we start." The girls started
eyeballing the towel, with Jenny on her hands and knees moving her  
finger around until they agreed on the spot they remembered.
Interestingly, Jenny seemed to offer more distance, while Ashleigh
seemed to be willing to take less. Once they had the spot, Jenny shoved
a blue pushpin through the towel and into the vinyl to mark it. They
picked up the towel, located the pin hole and identified it with
Monday's date, the initial "A", and the number "2", written in     
indelible marker.

    I asked before I thought, "What's the 'two' for?" I knew the answer
as soon as I asked.

    "That's because Ashleigh had two spurts outside the starting
circle," Jenny explained.  "You ready to go? All loaded up and primed
for me to set new records?" She suddenly looked doubtful, and asked with
concern (though for whom I wasn't sure) in her voice, "You OK, Larry?"

    If I was, it was pretty well hidden. For the second time this week  
                             I was only semi-hard in circumstances which
made it remarkable, and this time I was bordering on limp. I wasn't sure
what to say, and while I was considering it, Ashleigh nailed it down.
"Jenny, I think we might be pushing just a little bit. Everybody take a
deep breath...okay, now!"

    That did it. I couldn't resist; I grinned and, while leering at
first one of them and then the other,  suggested that a couple more deep
breaths from them might fix things very nicely, and as if on cue, began
to stiffen nicely. The girls giggled and Jenny reached out and patted my
cock,  gently cooing to it, "That's a nice boy, come on now, wake up,
you can do it." I took my position at the firing line. She moved around
to the traditional position on my right and began to stroke slowly and
very lightly.

    "That's a nice touch, Jenny..." I felt obligated to give credit
where it was due, and besides I had an interest in honing their
techniques. She gave me a little hug and smiled up at me, continuing
without missing a stroke.

    "I think I'm getting something," Jenny announced quietly. Which
coincided with what I was thinking. She tightened up a bit, and began to
accelerate her strokes. She really did have a nice feel for this; a good
natural talent. Unfortunately, she wasn't going to get the results she
deserved.  I delivered a feeble shot that barely cleared the inner
green. She tightened down hard, and began to pump    furiosly, but to no
avail.  There were a few more pitiful trickles, but all but one landed
in the no-score area. She looked up at me in anguish, pleading with her
eyes, "Larry, what am I doing wrong? That isn't even as good as I did
last time."

    I sighed, "Jenny, I'm afraid you're just running into some bad
luck. That felt really good, really. The best either of you have done so
far. If I could control it I would have given you the record, but
there's really not much I could do about it.  I told you there would be
a lot of luck involved." Not surprisingly, that didn't improve her mood
by much.

    Ashleigh provided more practical advice. "Listen, Jenny. I really
think we might have come on just a little bit strong today. Next Monday
we'll take it easy, relax, and try and get everybody in the mood. You'll
get him to shoot right off the end, you'll see." I was diplomatically
quiet, but I gave silent thanks for Ashleigh's astuteness.

    "Maybe you're right, Ash. Anyway, I'm not giving up yet." She paused
for a second. "But next week let's go Tuesday and Thursday."

    Ashleigh looked around at me, "That okay with you, Larry? Will
you be free Tuesday and Thursday?"

    "Well... Maybe not free, but very reasonable."

    Jenny gave me a "Boo! Hiss!", and Ashleigh poked me in the ribs.
Hard.

    "Okay, then. Next round begins promptly after you get home from
work next Tuesday. Agreed?" Jenny waited for our responses, and Ashleigh
and I answered "Agreed" in unison.

    We all wandered back toward the door, and I pulled my robe on to
open it and said, "I guess I'll see you guys on Tuesday, then."

    First Ashleigh and then Jenny gave me a quick little kiss, and
Jenny said that she wouldn't be at all surprised if we didn't see each
other before then. They gave a quick look around, and darted out the
door without looking back.

    Somehow this wasn't as much fun as it had been.

    I picked up my book again, but without noticeably better results
than before.

    Thursday was just another day. My work earlier in the week had
put me well ahead of where I (or anyone else) expected me to be, but I
took work home with me anyway just to give me something to keep me busy
without thinking of other things. It worked. I was by no means flying
through the work, but it was just enough to keep my attention. It was
almost nine when the phone rang.

    I answered on the third ring with a rather listless "Hello".

    "Mr. Palmer," It was Helen. "This is Helen Jenkins from around
the corner. I seem to have unexpectedly come into a pair of tickets for
a ball game tomorrow night, and I wonder if you would care to go with
me. I thought it might give us a chance to get a little better
acquainted."

    What the hell? She had caught me by surprise, and I stood there
for a few seconds for some reason trying frantically to remember the
words from that first call I had made to her.  "Why, yes," I said
finally, "I would like that." Another pause. "Thanks."

    "Shall I pick you up at six, or is that too early?" I was finally
starting to put the pieces together. The only "ball game" I could think
of was a double-A baseball team that played about forty miles away from
us. The game probably started at seven or seven-thirty,   so it made
sense to start around six.

    "Six is fine." I didn't know whether I should say "Helen", or
"Mrs. Jenkins", so I didn't say either.

    "Wonderful!" she said, "I'll pick you up at six tomorrow evening,
then."

    "I'll be looking forward to it, Helen. See you then." I was pretty
sure of that line, at least. We hung up.

    What the hell? Now just what the hell? If I was ever in doubt before
about being out of my depth, the doubt was gone now, but I didn't care.
I would wing it, and take the consequences.

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