Part 21 NC-17

Zander went up from Bobbie's to his own place upstairs. He called Brenda to ask her if she wanted to study.

"Economics or European History?" she asked.

"European History and Biology."

"We're not taking Biology!"

"We still need to study it."

She laughed and said she would be over in a little while.

"Your Mom is at the PC Hotel," she said when she got there.

"Oh, wonder why she didn't come over."

"You haven't answered her call yet."

He checked his cell phone messages and listened to the one from Donna. He called her while Brenda got a book out of her backpack, and a magazine.

"She'll come over tomorrow, to Bobbie's," he said, turning the phone off. "She said she'll come later to wait for me to be home."

"That's nice," Brenda said. "We had dinner together."

He smiled.

"We ran into the ogre."

He face fell. "Is she all right?"

"Sure. Between the two of us we got rid of him."

"Was he threatening to sue to see Ginny?"

"Nope. Not on the subject of Ginny at all. He threatened to sue? Can he do that?"

"He told Carly and Bobbie that – Carly and I are supposed to go to ask a lawyer if he has any rights."

"Good idea. Maybe he's bluffing. Or full of it."

"He's full of it, all right."

"Here, look at something fun to get your mind off of him. A magazine I wanted you to see."

He paged through it. She watched rather than tell him what the specific thing was.

"What is it?"

"You'll see when you find it."

It was one of those women's magazines, with articles on how to drive a man crazy in bed ("this magazine isn't where you learned that," he said), photos and articles on how to lose weight and what make-up was best for each kind of face and what the latest in clothing fashions were.

"Men faking orgasms," he read.

Brenda was giggling. "That's not it."

"Good, because this article is ridiculous."

"It backs up the premise!"

"It only gives examples from guys who could be fictional!"

"There's some doctors further in," she said.

"It is total baloney."

"For you it is."

"Oh, I see why you have this magazine," he said, turning the page "it's the ad for Deception, and the model therein."

"Really, let me see that!"

"You didn't realize your picture was in here? Come on, Brenda, baby."

"No! That ad is in a lot of those magazines."

"The ads are the reason for the magazine, they want the readers to think they need to buy make-up or whatever else is advertised in here, and they wouldn't believe they needed all that unless they could be convinced they are insecure, and that they have a lot of fictitious problems, like their men faking orgasms."

"You paid attention in Sociology 72, didn't you?"

"I got a B, so I must have." He turned a few more pages. "OK, here are a bunch of Hollywood babes, actresses and such. Oh, with their younger men. Case after case. Makes it look like a trend."

"See?"

"You're not in here."

"I'm not that famous!"

"But you're trendy."

"No! But I want you to see it's not unheard of."

"Well, this proves it is heard of in Hollywood, but then anything is heard of there."

"Still, it's encouraging, don't you think?"

"It's a very good sign," he grinned, throwing the magazine down. He went over to where she was sitting and leaned over her chair to kiss her. He sat on the floor at her feet. "It does come from a bad source. If it's the same kind of bull as the rest of that magazine is, we'll have to look elsewhere for confirmation."

She stroked his hair a little while, smiling. "I like your sense of humor," she said. "And your positive outlook. You don't get either of those from Cameron."

"We gotta keep him out of Ginny's face," he said, serious all of a sudden. "If he must be in her life, she needs inoculation against his negativity."

She kissed him again, long and slow. "You're wonderful," she said.

"So are you," he said. "You're so smart. In fact, you're so knowledgeable about European History, I think you can skip that for tonight and go right to biology."

"Yeah," she said. "biology, that's what we need more studying on."

"Ahhh," Brenda moaned, holding onto him, laying on her back, taking a deep breath. "Studying isn't always boring."

He laughed, steadying himself on his elbows, as he lay on top of her, thrusting into her at a moderate pace. Her hips rocked up toward him with each one; they had worked out a perfect rhythm. "I guess a lot of this went on in European history," he said.

"I don't think that it will be on the test," she got out, before she sighed out at a new wave of sensation. Soon he was moving faster, his breathing coming faster, and she felt the mounting excitement. She moved her legs apart as she yelled and breathed and moaned and finally reached a climax, with a shuddering sigh.

"You took your time with that," she said to him. "I'm making you into an expert."

"You sure are." He moved off of her and traced around her nipples with his finger, going from one to the other, and moving his hand down across her stomach. "I'm an expert on you, if not on European History."

"You're both."

"Maybe I'm not such an expert on you. I don't know much about you really."

"You will find out eventually."

"Yeah," he said, "I guess. I'll take my time. We have the present, and I can tell a lot about you from that. Then I have something to look forward to. I'm sure there are many rather fascinating things to find out."

"Hmmm. Maybe. Have you got to talk to your brother again?"

"Yeah. Thanks for asking, Brenda."

"I'd like to meet him."

"He wants to find a couple of weeks to come over here. He can't wait to see Ginny."

"Uncle Pete! Maybe he will help you."

"With?"

"He's closer to Cam, so maybe he can get Cam to back off."

"I don't know. I think Dad just pressures him. He doesn't have an influence with Dad. He used to try to get Dad to let up on me. Dad listens to him then ignores him – I think he really does ignore Pete too, in reality. He may not think so, but he does."

"Did you ever know your grandfather?"

"No, why?"

"One of the first times I talked to him I got some idea his father – Cam's father – treated him with the same cold meanness."

"He doesn't talk about his own father much."

"What about the grandmother?"

"She died when I was small. But enough of these questions. Now you tell me about your grandparents."

She kissed his shoulder. "Mine are all dead except one, my father's mother, who lives in an old folks home in California and doesn't recognize anybody."

"It sounds like your sister is your only rational living relative. What about the uncle that takes care of your mother's affairs?"

"That family is so – strange. They aren't all that warm. Maybe it helps explain my mother's condition. They don't contact me, and if I contact them, they are – distant, somehow, so I don't feel like I could be close to them."

"I wish your sister would come over, and I could meet her."

"Maybe we can go see her. Find some time off. We can go over to London and see the sights of some European History. And Julia."

He sat up and pulled her up and started to kiss her. "Would you? Sounds kind of fun."

"I'll make sure it's a lot of fun, my sweet," she said, with a big smile.