Hey, if Sue says that she is busy, cut her some fucking slack!
There was a call a couple of days later from the
Akbar was looking at the death penalty or at least a life sentence for rape, kidnapping, extortion and running a male harem. There was no sign of Odji anywhere.
Then, Roble and Mr. Butterfly had a special announcement for us. They had gone through their samples from one day out on the
Everyone was happy with the lab results for Roble and finding the new species so a gala celebration was planned. Roble was healing very nicely and was able to sit up and get around again. He would be ready in time to return to the field. Time to party!
Nuri pulled out all the stops as far as food, drink, live band, and the whole nine yards. It was the event of the century. My favorite part was when Ernst came out of the paper pyramid dressed as Cleopatra. His eyes were really entrancing with all that dark make up around them. You had to be there I guess. But my absolute favorite part was after the party when all of the guests had left.
Ernst bade me to come into his room. “I have a surprise for you Sue.”, said Ernst. There completely naked on his bed was Basim with a huge grin on his face.
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Meanwhile, Mr. Butterfly asked Nuri to come into his room. Roble was naked on his bed, but Nuri had seen him naked many times in the bath. Roble patted the spot on the bed next to him and said, “Come here Nuri. I would like to kiss you. But only if you want it. Not because you work for me or anything like that. Would you like that?”
Nuri didn’t need to be asked twice. He hoped onto the bed and kissed Roble deeply. Roble immediately got hard and began removing Nuri’s clothes. Nuri’s body was quite the sight when naked. A lovely shade of light brown, he was lithe, yet masculine and had a high tight ass. Mr. Butterfly was wearing his galabia with nothing under it and was able to get naked very quickly. He joined the two on the bed. Roble reached around and grabbed Nuri’s ass. Nuri moaned with pleasure. Mr. Butterfly could not ignore the stellar view right in front of him of Nuri’s luscious butt cheeks, balls and dick. He quickly began to lick Nuri’s ass crack. Nuri’s moaning increased.
Nuri moved his kissing down Roble’s body to Roble’s treasure trail and Roble froze with anticipation. “Oh please Nuri!” Roble murmured. Nuri looked up at Roble teasingly before he finally moved down to Roble’s cock and began to blow him with all of the talent expected from one who was extremely competent at everything he did. In no time Roble was delivered into another world, that of ecstasy.
Behind Nuri, the young explorer was eating his ass steadily now, pushing his tongue into his assring. But, he really wanted to fuck this beautiful ass. So, he donned a lubed condom, got up on his knees and began to slide his engorged member into Nuri’s tight hole. Nuri paused momentarily while the young explorer’s cock entered him and took a deep breath. Once it was in and he was being fucked he resumed blowing Roble. A rhythm got going between the three of them that was fortuitous for all.
Mr. Butterfly was really getting off on this. He thought to himself how lucky he was to be here with these guys. He was fucking this really hot and tight ass, who was blowing his gorgeous entomologist lover. It was just too hot for words. It felt so damn good. A couple more strokes and he would cum for sure.
“Uh, oh, guys, I’m getting close!”, said Mr. Butterfly.
“Me too! Don’t stop Nuri!!!”, breathlessly murmured Roble.
All three continued steadily for another few moments before the “shooting match” began. Roble came first and Nuri let him shoot all over the place, not because he didn’t want to swallow, but because it would be so hot to see his cum shoot all over. It sure was, because it set off Mr. Butterfly to cum too. He came hard up Nuri’s ass into the condom. Meanwhile, Nuri was jacking himself off furiously. It didn’t take long for him to reach the point of no return too and join in on cumming.
All three were gooey and sticky with sweat and other fluids and in need of a shower, so they headed off to the large bathroom together. All three fit into the European style open shower easily. They washed each other with fragrant soaps and tried not to get too turned on since they wanted to sleep, not have sex again. They dried each other off with soft fluffy towels and then piled into the bed to curl up and go to sleep. They slept like spoons; Mr. Butterfly held Nuri, and Roble held Mr. Butterfly.
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It was just Basim and I in the common room after all of the action died down.
“Quite a day huh?”, Basim said.
I just laughed. I was kind of at the end of my rope after all we had been through today. I had stowed away in a van, been called a whore by a rapist, rescued my friend again, seen people shot dead, seen my first orgy, seen a friend who had been raped and drugged. Yes, I would say it was quite a day.
I nodded my assent and then I broke into sobs. They were quiet at first, but then they were big and I couldn’t breathe. I was gasping for air like a fish out of water. My eyes welled with tears that wouldn’t spill. Basim came over to me and put his arm around me. “Let it all out Sue. It is okay. It will all be okay now.”
Then the flood gates opened and I cried for real. But Basim was there to hold me and wipe my eyes dry. Then I felt his big soft lips kiss the tears off my face. I really liked how that felt. I pushed my face forward towards his lips to get more kisses. But eventually he had dried my whole face. I opened my eyes and looked into his brown eyes. He placed a finger under my chin and drew my mouth to his. Our lips met and we kissed, one sweet little kiss on the lips. Oh, but I wanted so much more. I stuck out my tongue and traced his huge juicy lips. He opened them to my touch and my tongue entered his mouth. We licked at each other’s tongues and mouths and our breathing began to get harder.
Basim stood up and offered me his hand. I just looked at him and thought about it. I was already sleeping with Ernst. That was really my only hesitation. “Basim, as much as I want to, I cannot. I am Ernst’s guest and we are already seeing each other. I am sorry if I led you on. I’ve just had a really difficult day. I’m so sorry.”
“I thought that might be the case.” He sat back down next to me and held me in his arms. “You are so special and brave. I hope Ernst cherishes you as much as you deserve. Let me just hold you close tonight and we will see what happens when we get back home. Okay?”
“Okay.” I smiled.
So we got up and went to the bedroom together. I undressed down to my camisole and panties and he to his boxer shorts. We got into bed and positioned ourselves like spoons. His body was so big and warm behind me it was like sleeping with a hairless bear. He politely draped one arm over my hip, and managed not to touch anything sexual at all. But he couldn’t hide his enormous erection, the tip of which I felt poking me in my butt all night long. I must say he gallantly demonstrated his restraint.
The next day, Basim awakened early and went out to get breakfast for us all. I got up and decided to check on how the boys were doing. I softly knocked on their door and they bade me enter. Mr. Butterfly was sitting up and Roble was lying down on the bed but his color was looking much better.
After breakfast we drove in the van back to
Returning from the house, Ernst took me aside and said “I was so worried about you. How could you stow away in Basim’s van?”
“I told you I wanted to go and rescue Mr. Butterfly! But you said no. So I had to stow away in order to go.”
“Anyone in their right mind would have said no!”
“Look. I don’t want to argue with you Ernst. Done is done and we have a happy ending. I am sorry if I caused you worry.”
“You can be so impossible.”
I just smiled at that. “So does that mean I don’t get a kiss hello?”
He frowned, but leaned forward to kiss me. It was pretty quick and not very passionate. Oh well.
In the afternoon, we (Roble, Mr. Butterfly, Basim, me, Ernst, and Nuri) all gathered to hear Roble tell about his and Mr. Butterfly’s capture and assault. Basim finished the story with the rescue parts. We were still waiting to hear from the police about the ransom money and whether Akbar had any STDs.
Nuri was invaluable as a nurse to Roble. It seems he had prior experience in health care in addition to his many talents. He handled all of Roble’s medications and helped with his frequent baths. This allowed Mr. Butterfly time to catch up on his sleep. Roble did not seem addicted to opium or to have an infection.
Late that night Ernst invited me to his room. “I just wanted to show you how much I missed you.”, he said as he dropped his pants and showed me his glorious boner.
“Well, I guess we’ll have to put that to good use.”
I undressed quickly and so did he. I fell to my knees to give him a blow job that he wouldn’t soon forget. I licked up and down his shaft, but then put each testicle in my mouth and sucked on it while I heard moans above me. I kept my hand on his penis and stroked it while I was licking his balls. Then I switched to blowing him. He got so turned on that he lifted me up and tossed me against the bed facing away from him, so that my knees were still on the floor. He entered my pussy that way. He was less than gentle and I loved it. When we were done and panting, we climbed up on the bed to recover.
“Oh god Sue that was great! I’d really like it if you could stick around for a while after the job and I could get to know you better.”
“Yeah it was great! What? Um. Why?”
“Well, you’re really special. I’ve never met anyone like you and well, someday all that I own could be yours.”
“What?”
“Wouldn’t you like that?”
“Well, that is very generous and no offense meant Ernst, but I like my life the way it is. I get to travel a lot and do meaningful things that I otherwise could not do. I don’t picture myself tied down yet.”
“You won’t even think about it?”
“Um, no. Not right now. I am so sorry.” I leaned over and kissed him. At least he didn’t turn away.
He seemed to think about that a while and then asked, “Did something happen while you were in Bubasitis?”
“Yes. Basim and I kissed. But I told him I was with you and we couldn’t do anything more because of that.”
“Oh. Let me sleep on all of this new information.” Then he breathed a deep sigh and rolled over to go to sleep.
So at the next class, while everyone was taking their quizzes, I sat with the final exam which had ten questions. I had two hours to complete it. I read through the exam quickly and found that I could not answer any of the ten questions. Panic time. I could not answer a single one. Not one. None. I was holding my breath. I looked around the class at my fellow students busily working their quizzes. I felt like a fake. I looked at the front of the class at the other smart kids that had stayed clear of me when I pulled ahead of them in the quizzes. It sure is lonely at the top. At my school, those kids were all trying to get into medical school and they were also competitive as hell. I was ruining the curve for them as well. They would just love it if I failed. And it seemed that what just what I was about to do if I could not answer even one of the questions on the final. I was in all out panic mode when the 1 hour class ended and Dr. Silver told me that we had to move to the lab room to finish the test. I quickly hid my test paper so that he would not see that I had not done anything yet and got up to move.
We walked across the quad to the lab building and the fresh air helped me snap out of my panic. I thought that there must be one question that I could answer on the whole exam, and I would look for that question as soon as I sat down. We made it into the lab; I sat down and looked for the question that I could answer. A short time later, I found it. So I answered that one, and then looked for another. After that I was able to do the test. Time was not really an issue once I got going. I had already gotten my panic out of the way. I learned that sometimes I just really needed that panic time and that if I allowed myself that I could move forward. I have used that strategy in life many times.
Dr. Silver came in and graded the test right in front of me. Talk about instant gratification. I had made a very small error in one of my syntheses and he gave me an A. I was elated to say the least. An A in organic chemistry was the stuff dreams were made of. He shared my joy.
He told me of a senior research project, that he would like for me to undertake next year. He was saving it for a gifted organic chemistry student who was also studying biology. He said that I would be perfect for it. It involved identifying the chemical components of the alarm pheromones from local amber ants called Acanthomyops claviger. We would use a gas chromatograph and nuclear magnetic resonance imaging to do this. My eyes opened really wide. The project sounded so challenging. He assured me that he would be my adviser and that he had full confidence that I would be able to do it. Was I interested in the project? I told him it sounded wonderful and I wished I could start now. He smiled broadly at that. We shook hands.
When I got back to my dorm, my Dale Carnegie books had arrived. So I read them.
Eventually the semester ended and all of the organic chemistry students took the final. When all of the grades came in, mine was the highest. But there were other A’s. I really felt that my grade should be increased to an A+ based on the curve. So I thought about how best to approach this based on what the Dale Carnegie books said. Then I went to Dr. Silver’s office.
I walked in and said “Hi Dr. Silver. How are you?”
“Hi Sue. I am fine. How are you? What can I do for you?”
“I just have one question. Why didn’t you give me an A+ on the final?”
He looked flummoxed as he stammered and said “Well let’s take a look at that…” Then he rifled through various papers and exams and mucked around his office. I really caught him off guard. He hesitated and then said “I really don’t see any reason not to give you an A+. So I will change your grade to an A+.” Then he smiled at me. I smiled back.
“Thank you so much Dr. Silver! See you next year!” Then I walked out on air.
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Here is an organic chemistry quiz for you: What famous organic chemist is this and what pivotal discovery did he make?
Here is a hint:
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Courage, strength, fortitude. Power not arrested in the act of judgement, but passing on to further action, sometimes obstinacy.
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