Forever Yours
3
Childhood’s End
CHASTITY EMERGED from the bathroom, wearing only her high heels and her nipple piercings. She found Henry appropriately dressed, standing at the foot of the bed.
“Not in bed?” Chastity asked, strutting toward him.
“I think I have some worshiping to do before I get in this bed. After all, I am in the presence of a goddess,” Henry said. He knelt and kissed her feet.
“Oh, wow! You took me literally!”
“I have so much for you,” he said.
“I saw that.”
“I mean before we get to that. For example, these shoes must be killing your feet. Lie here and let me get rid of them for you.”
“I thought you’d enjoy seeing them,” she said.
“Oh, I do, but you deserve to be comfortable and pampered. Please allow me,” he said.
She sat on the bed and scooted back until her feet were at the edge. Henry lifted them one after the other to remove the shoes and kiss her toes.
“Be right back.”
Henry ran into the bathroom and in a few moments came out with a warm wet washcloth and towel. He wrapped one foot and gently washed it, then wrapped it in the towel as he moved to wash the other foot. He tossed the washcloth back in the bathroom. Then he made sure both feet were dry before beginning a gentle massage, watchful for any ticklish triggers he should avoid.
He spent time working his way up her legs, massaging and then kissing them. She may have expected him to stop when he reached her sex, but Henry continued with only a few light kisses and continued his way up her body, kissing her stomach.
“Not my navel!” Chastity said, squirming. “I hate it. It’s too ticklish.”
“Well, just consider it to have been worshiped, then,” Henry laughed. “I have a lot yet to cover. Let’s roll you over, milady.”
“But…”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back to this side soon.”
“I do hope so!” Chastity rolled to her stomach and Henry began by kissing around her neck and ears, then working his way down to her shoulders. While kissing her, he nudged her knees apart so he could kneel between them and begin massaging her back as he continued to kiss her.
“Oh, God! You’ll put me to sleep.”
“Honey, if you need to sleep, I’ll watch over you until you wake.”
“Hey, if I fall asleep, you go ahead and punch my ticket. Yes! Fuck! You’re kissing my ass. How did you know?”
“Something I read about worshiping a goddess.”
“Praise the goddess, yes!”
Chastity wanted him to focus on her hot spots, but she was just as happy with the attention he paid to her as he continued to massage and kiss his way down the backs of her legs and feet, then had her roll to her back again.
Henry would have liked to get into some serious kissing, but he respected Chastity’s rule against tongue kissing and just brushed her lips before peppering the rest of her face with kisses and moving down her chin and across her collar bones. Chastity squirmed as he worked his way down onto her small, but apparently sensitive, breasts.
Chastity’s piercings were more decorative than the bars that often showed in outline against her shirts—a fringe of short dangling chains, each with a small jewel at the end. He played with the piercings both with his lips and his fingers, twisting slightly and tugging on them.
“Yeah! I love to have them played with. I’d do it myself if you weren’t paying attention,” she said. “Twist a little more.”
She panted as he moved down from her breasts onto her ribs and stomach again. He carefully avoided touching her navel, but paid attention to the slight hollow above her hip bones before he moved down over her pubis.
He brushed through the triangular patch of hair pointing directly to her clit, and began to pry her lower lips apart with his tongue. She pulled her legs back to give him better access to her inner treasures and even helped by pulling her lips to the side. He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue a few times, then slid down to her opening where he thrust his tongue in and out of her while rubbing her clit with his upper lip.
“Oh, goddess! I’m going to come! You’re going to make me come. Don’t stop! Oh, fuck! I’m coming!”
Chastity had warned him that she was noisy when she was having fun, but it didn’t bother Henry in the least. Even if someone heard them through the door, he was committed to making her as satisfied as he could. He moved up to press against her clit with the flat of his tongue, and moved his head left and right to rub it.
“Fuck, yes!! I’m still coming. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop! Yes!”
The bed sheet was balled in Chastity’s fists as she threw her head left and right, calling out indistinct curses and praises. Henry was frantically working with his hands to hold her butt and get a finger into her wet channel. Soon, Chastity’s hands pushed at his head.
“Now. Now, please,” she pled.
Henry climbed up her body and she gripped his erect cock to guide it into her hot center. He sank into her with a sigh.
“Oh, fill me up! God, you’re huge!”
Whether Henry was as huge as she thought or not, he was glad to bury himself completely in Chastity. She bucked against him and then, using surprising strength, rolled him over on his back without losing their connection.
Once she was on top, she really started moving. It was only a minute before she was climaxing again. Henry wanted to stay in Chastity as long as possible, but when she settled down full on him and began rocking back and forth, it was too much stimulation. He began powerful spurts up into her.
The heat and pressure of his ejaculation pushed Chastity to a new height and once she’d enjoyed another orgasm, she collapsed against him.
“I didn’t expect that to be so sensual. Where did you ever learn all that?” she gasped in his ear.
“I had a good teacher,” he laughed. “A while back. We used each other as a learning aid, determined to find out as much as we could in as little time as possible. Then we went our separate ways.”
“I should write her a thank you note,” Chastity laughed as they cuddled together and pulled the blanket up over them. It was two in the morning and sleep wasn’t long coming.
Sunday morning was relaxed. They had sex again, much more casually than their first time. They didn’t rush, but were more focused on getting to their climax before breakfast arrived.
“I want to be part of your group,” she said as they ate the breakfast room service delivered.
“What group is that?” he asked.
“Whatever you’re calling it,” she said. “I know you’ve got more than you’ve shown us in our tests. You and Luke are constantly whispering about what you’ll do. I can’t believe you’re just going to go to work for the Borg and be assimilated. You and Luke are planning something big. I want to be a part of it. I know Isobel plans to do whatever is necessary to be part of it. She and Luke are both going to Villanova. I just want to be on the ground floor of what you’re planning.”
“I don’t know how Luke is going to structure things. I’m leaving the business end up to him.”
“Don’t let him run away with it. Just treat me well and take care of me, and I’ll be anything you want me to be. Professionally.”
“You said you didn’t want to be a girlfriend.”
“That’s right. I said professionally.”
“I suppose we need to figure out a position for you.”
“We haven’t done doggie yet.”
“I mean professionally.”
“So do I, Henry. If what you want is for me to wear short skirts and no underwear and hang around your desk all day, make sure it’s worth my effort. I think you’ll find, though, that I have a lot of other talents you can exploit in a new company. And still be available if you need arm candy.”
“That’s quite an offer to a guy who scarcely has two nickels to rub together.”
“I’m betting on the come, so to speak,” she giggled. “Seriously, Henry. What do I need to do?”
“I don’t think we could hire a sex doll,” he laughed. “And just as seriously, Chastity, as much as I am going to lust for you, I think a lot more of you than that.”
“Yeah. We should keep that just between the two of us. Just tell me what you want me to do.”
“You did a really good job recruiting people for the senior class project. How would you feel about handling administration or recruiting?”
“Mmmhmm. Could do both in the beginning. I like people, so I’m sure I could find the ones you need. I’ll make that my area of study in college. Human resource management. Yeah.”
“Welcome aboard.”
“Yeah. We have time for one more before I need to get Isobel to my house. Come back to bed and let me climb onboard.”
“You know, I think this will be good for both of us.”
“I’m counting on it.”
The last four weeks of school were intense. After the excitement and fun of prom weekend, seniors faced their final exams, including all the AP exams for those getting college credit for some of their classes, Henry among them. He’d focused his last year of school on getting as many dual credit classes in as possible. He didn’t want to waste college credits on fundamentals.
Luke was in much the same situation but was focused on getting some business credits built into his pre-college load. He planned to take the summer off and do an around-the-country road trip in his new Corvette. He couldn’t convince Henry to join him, though.
Memorial Day was the earliest possible, on the 25th of May. So, Henry had chosen Saturday morning the 23rd for a golf course meeting with his father’s lawyer friend, Don Harvey. The weekend was busy at Constitution Links, but Henry had managed a tee time with his parents and Don. It was early morning, but the links were dry and only a light breeze ruffled the grass.
“Ryan and Sylvia. It’s great to see you both. I was afraid I wouldn’t make it to the golf course this weekend. Things have been chaotic at work,” Don said.
“It’s good to see you, too, Don. This morning’s outing is compliments of my son. You’ve met Henry before. Maybe it’s been a while.”
“Indeed it has. Thank you for the invitation, Henry. How do you happen to have a membership here at Constitution Links?” Don asked as the moved to the first tee.
“It was a benefit of being on the high school golf team,” Henry said, taking Don’s offered hand. “I was on the State Championship runner up team back in October and have a summer job here as a part-time youth golf pro.”
“Go gentle on us,” Don laughed. “It’s been a long time since I played with a golf pro.”
Sylvia teed up on the women’s tee for the first hole and hit a solid drive of nearly 150 yards on the par four hole. Don took his shot next and did not do much better. He was still pleased with the placement. Ryan teed up and sent his solid drive nearly 200 yards, but it was at the edge of the rough. Henry took his turn and dropped a powerful drive at about 220 yards.
“I see right away where the real competition is,” Don said as they walked the fairway and completed the hole. Henry liked this first hole at the club and made par. The others were a respectable one or two over and would probably be tight competition once their handicaps were figured in.
“I had some legal questions, Mr. Harvey,” Henry ventured as they made their way to the next tee.
“What can I do to help you? You know I won’t ‘officially’ give legal advice out here, and I don’t do criminal law, if you’re in trouble.”
“It’s patent law I’m interested in,” Henry said.
“Thinking of studying to be a lawyer in college? Patent law is a good field. I might even have an internship available when you’re ready.”
“I’m more interested in filing patents on a couple of inventions,” Henry said. “I’ve studied up on what’s required for a patent and I think I have a couple of software systems and methods that are patentable. And an app that should be copyrighted.”
“That’s a tricky area, but it can be profitable—especially if you file a patent that catches the attention of one of the big publishers and they decide to acquire it,” Don said.
They finished the next hole and walked on. Being walkers on an early morning golf round meant they let another foursome play through, but the club encouraged people to walk the course instead of using carts.
“I’d like to keep them from having it instead of selling it,” Henry said. “I have a plan to start a business and will need the patents as assets when we go after venture capital.”
“Interesting. Now, don’t tell me a thing about what the software does. We need to have a signed agreement before we talk about the specifics. Have you shown the software to anyone else?”
“I have six alpha testers. They are all over eighteen and have signed non-disclosure agreements. They’ve tested the app on their personal computers, but it was set to time out, so they could only use it for a period of one week,” Henry said.
“Reasonable precautions. It sounds like you are within the patenting parameters. I’ll want to check that more thoroughly when we start work on the patents.”
“You’ll work on them with me?” Henry asked.
“If you can show me a viable patentable product, I will file the first patent pro bono, meaning everything except the federal filing fee. That will cost you between $220 and $320, depending on what category the patent is and how ready it is to file. The lower cost is for a provisional patent, but then we would still need to file the full application. Sound fair?”
“Yes, sir. How can I thank you?”
“First, have a stellar idea that we can file. Second, come up with more ideas. We’ll talk about fees and costs after we get the first one under our belts.”
The morning went well. By the end of their eighteen holes, Henry had an appointment to see the attorney the first week of June. Don liked what he saw and a deal was struck. The first patent filing was underway.
Henry and his friends received their high school diplomas on Saturday, June 6, 2026, and were invited to an exclusive party at Sheila’s house. They were all excited about being free for the summer and starting college classes in the fall. Henry had already enrolled in a couple more classes at the university during the summer and was excited to get started.
“I wish you’d reconsider and join me on the road trip,” Luke said. “It will be so sweet! The ’Vette is just waiting for us!”
Luke’s shiny 2020 Corvette was sitting in the drive. His dad had the car completely gone over in his shop to make sure it was in top running condition when he gave it to his son.
“A convertible and the open road,” Luke continued painting the dream. “Here to San Francisco, South to LA and San Diego, then straight across to Florida. We’ll be back up north in time for classes in the fall.”
“You can afford a trip like that. I’m working and getting a head start on classes. With the credits I’ve been getting, I’ll be able to start with sophomore standing. I’ve managed a couple of grants and a huge scholarship, but time is driving us forward.”
“I hear you. Not to cry ‘poor-little-rich-kid,’ but the disadvantage of having rich parents is that I don’t get as many opportunities for grants. One nice DECA scholarship, but the rest is coming from Dad. He says he’ll pay as long as I’m completing an MBA in five years. I’d like to get it done in four if I can. But I’m not going to give up one last summer of playing.”
“I thought you’d jump all over taking Isobel with you,” Henry said, looking across the crowded party to where the fiery Latina was holding court.
“Would have,” Luke said, “but she won’t be around this summer. You know, her father decided she needed to experience her Latin American culture and booked a trip to Argentina to visit relatives.”
“I heard her mention he hoped to make a match for her,” Henry said. They opened beers and toasted each other.
“I gotta tell you, bro, she is so hot she can melt your dick. That prom night was a-ma-zing! We’ve only managed a couple of quickies since and decided we’d have to cool it until fall when we’re both at Villanova.”
Luke glanced toward the kitchen where he saw Sheila, the stunning blonde cheerleader and president of their graduating class. She smiled at him. He lifted his beer to her.
“We aren’t saying anything to anyone,” Luke said, lowering his voice. “But when I take off out of here next weekend, my first stop will be right back here to pick up a certain blonde who has the money and spirit to join me on a little drive.”
“Sheila’s going to go with you for the summer?” Henry asked, amazed. “And you’re still asking me?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. She’s coming with me for the first week. If we’re getting along well, she’ll stay with me. At any time during the summer, either of us has the option to call it off and drop her at the nearest airport. Stupid Dave killed his chances by bragging about what they did after prom. She won’t even speak to him now. But what he said about her makes traveling with her a beguiling prospect.”
“Good luck with that. I doubt I’ll have much action this summer,” Henry snorted.
“I thought you and Chastity were hooking up.”
“Dude, Chas is a good friend. Not my girlfriend,” Henry said. They had not gotten together since prom. “We aren’t an item. But if all goes the way we’ve talked, she wants to join us in the company. As a founder. We need someone with her people skills to handle recruiting and admin. That’s what she’s studying this fall. And it wouldn’t hurt to have four of us instead of just three. I think Isobel needs someone to calm her down at times.”
“God knows, I don’t do a great job of that. Here’s to getting the company going!”
They raised their bottles again, drained them, and opened another round.
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