Bait and Switch Retype – Ch 23-24

Friend’s note: Okay, so in these chapters, there is little erotica, but a lot of story.
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Ch 23

With the sun coming up only hours away, I can’t wait to crawl into bed. I have my first competition with the math club this evening, and I’m skipping class so that I’ll have at least two brain cells to rub together, while there. My brain is fried, my body thoroughly worn out—all four women on Lela’s ship made sure of that, though Lela wouldn’t let me have any of her milk—and after the battle with the twins, my head feels as though the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man has taken up residence in it.

Not wanting to awaken my roommate, I creep through the main room, and this time, make sure I go left to get into my room. My door gives a slight, familiar creek as I open it, and slip through.

I only have a moment’s notice, before someone is crying incoherently on my back.

“Gina?” Her switches give her away.

“Where have you been?” she demands, and then before I have a chance of responding, “I was so worried. Everyone said you’d died, and then I watched the videos on Youtube, and saw those two attacking you. I was so worried! So very worried! And you didn’t call, or tell me you were safe, or alive. . .” She pulls away, and starts hitting me with her fists. “Why didn’t you let me know you were okay?”

Pulling the blonde to me, I hug her to me as she sobs into my chest.

“The twins are taken care of,” I tell her softly. “I verified that the cops picked them up in Arizona a few hours ago.” She pulls back and looks up at me curiously. “Seems they somehow lost their abilities, and the police received an anonymous tip about where some wanted murderers could be found.” I smile down at her, but her eyes go dark again.

“A few hours ago? A few HOURS? And you couldn’t take the time to let me know you were fine?” Her anger is palpable, but before I can answer, a half-dressed Dennis barges in.

“Dude, what the hell?” He demands, shoving his hand against my shoulder. “Are you real? I could have sworn they disintegrated you, the way you suddenly vanished. What the hell happened, and why did they attack you?”

A shadow moves behind Dennis, and I recognize Robin’s red hair over his shoulder. “Why did they attack you?” she repeats her boyfriend’s question.

“Yeah,” Dennis chimes in, “I thought they only attacked other. . .” His voice trails off as his eyes grow wide and he takes a couple steps back from me. “You’re. . . You’re one of them, aren’t you?”

Sighing in resignation, all I can do is nod my head. Why did they have to attack in such a public place? Thus far, I’ve been able to keep my ability mostly a secret, but after yesterday on campus. . . Well, let’s just say I’m likely to be a lot more noticed. Hopefully I’m more famous for it, than infamous. Yes, I know I’m getting a bit conceited.

I wait for Dennis and Robin to back away in fear and terror. In their presence is one of those freaks he’s been going on about in the news.

“Man, that is so. . . [b[awesome[/b]!” he yells, and I look up to see him grinning widely.

“What can you do?” Robin asks, in genuine interest.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dennis asks, and then they continue to bombard me with questions, hardly giving me any opportunity to answer.

Finally, as the sun crests the horizon, I’ve answered their questions, to the best of my ability. I’ve even told them about the impending demon invasion, and they both agree to go camping for a while, just before the invasion.

“What about me?” Gina asks, once we’re finally alone in my room again.

‘She’ll be up here of course.’ Somehow I know those words are from Shanna.

Groaning, not in any mood, or having any energy to argue, I tell Gina, and then stumble to my bed. I don’t remember falling into it, but when I wake some hours later, I’m stripped to my underwear, and under the covers. I notice my pillow has the slight scent of Gina’s perfume, and know that she’d been sleeping in my bed until I got home last night.

Rolling over, I see Gina’s hazel eyes staring back at me.

“Mmm, good morning, sleepyhead,” she purrs to me with a smile.

“Morning?” I ask. The light is wrong for it to be morning.

She looks past me to the clock, and gives a small laugh. “Well, no, I guess it’s not. It’s a little before three.”

“Three? Crap! I’ve got to get ready for the competition!” I jump out of bed, and start throwing on my clothes, until I catch Gina pouting at me.

“Don’t you have a bit of time?” Her hands pull the blankets down from her, and I see she’s completely nude. DAMN, she looks good!

Well. . . The competition is at four. . . She grins as she sees she’s won.

What little clothes I’d managed to put on, take less time to take off, as I jump back into bed with the massively hot woman.

She pulls me to her, meeting my lips with hers, as her breasts press firmly against my chest. Tasting her soft lips, I moan, feeling her ‘wet’ switch move in reaction to my voice.

“You had me so worried,” she whispers, breaking off the kiss, and looking me fiercely in the eyes. “I’m not leaving your side again.”

I nod, knowing she’d been terrified while I’d been gone.

She squeals, and simultaneously hugs me tightly to her naked form, before rolling me onto my back. Sliding back, it only takes her a moment to get the angle right, and my head slips past her first folds. While she’s wet, she’s not nearly as wet as she usually is when we have sex.

“I need to feel connected with you, to know you’re alive.” Until now I guess I really didn’t understand how much she felt for me. I mean, I know she loves me, but I guess I didn’t understand just how deeply that ran for her. She must have been at her wits end yesterday. Then, even lying with me all day, I’d be surprised if she left to do more than go to the bathroom.

I felt my heart warm for this woman. We’d been through some tough times in our odd relationship, but I couldn’t deny that I truly cared for her.

What then of my feelings for Shanna? I care deeply for her too. Great! I think. What kind of a lecherous man am I that I’m falling for two women?

Thinking of my sister makes three, and gives me the answer. Rand al’Thor, eat your heart out!

While I’ve been ruminating, Gina’s been working on getting me deeper inside her, and I hear her grunt as I poke at her womb. “I love you, Nick. Never let me go.” Then, without any preamble, she begins to move against me. She continues hugging me tightly to her slim body, her firm breasts rubbing against my chest, and her pussy sliding along most of my member, making me moan loudly as we make love.

“Oh, fuck, Nick. You always feel so good inside me. Yes, grab my ass. Make me cum, Nick. Make me cum all over your massive cock!” She shudders as her orgasm strikes, and I powerfully hunch my hips, driving deep inside her, striking her deepest points over and over again. Her orgasm seems to go on and on, and finally I can take no more, and loose my ejaculate into her clutching vagina, sending her to a whole new realm of ecstasy.

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I’m almost late for the competition, and Gina asks why it’s so important for me to go. Even Dennis and Robin are curious as to why I’m going to do a math competition, when there are so many other things that I could be doing in preparation for the coming invasion.

For that matter, I don’t know why it’s important. I can’t give them an answer, and just shrug as I get out to my car, all three of them in tow. When I realized that Dennis and Robin have every intention of sticking with me until they ditch town, I know my car will be too small, and we end up taking Gina’s car instead. The way the three are acting, I almost feel like I have my own personal guard service.

It isn’t until now, sitting behind my team’s table, that I begin to understand why I want to be here so badly. It isn’t for Professor Frankens, or the rest of my math team. It’s not even for school pride. And despite all the whispers and odd stares I get from everyone who’d thought I was dead, this still feels right.

This competition is something I understand. It’s something that I can to a degree control, and know how I’m going to play it. Sure, I don’t know what questions they’re going to throw at me, or what the other team will be like, but math is something that I can control, and it’s unchanging. No matter how you play it, two plus two will always equal four.

Donald, Barbara, and Adam all gape at me, as I take the last seat at the table.

“What happened to you, yesterday?” Adam asks in a whisper that everyone can hear. I’m gratified to see that his acne has cleared up, but still bothered that I couldn’t repair his skin. Hmm, I ponder, I’ve been able to do more lately than I could at the beginning. Maybe. . . Yes! The switch to repair the acne damage to his skin forms, though I’m unable to move it more than just a tick.

“Yeah,” Donald follows up, “we all thought you were dead, and then when you didn’t show up in class today. . .” Donald keeps blinking at me behind his thick glasses, and I realize they’re no longer to his prescription.

“Have you been getting headaches?” I ask him, ignoring their questions.

His beady appearing eyes blink a few more times, before saying, “Yeah, how’d you know?”

I move his ‘vision correcting’ switch all the way, and he gasps, but I also lean forward and pull his thick frames off his nose at the same time.

“But I need those. . .” he argues, then blinks some more, and looks around. “How did you—?”

“The way you kept squinting through them,” I tell him, as if that explains everything.

“The police were looking for you,” Barbara says, as though it’s her turn to try to get an answer from me. Her skin definitely looks like it fits her better, but isn’t perfect yet.

I hadn’t thought about the police. After an altercation like that with the twins, it’s no wonder the police would be looking for me. I’ll have to keep an eye out for them.

Before I have the chance to formulate an answer for the brunette, a buzzer sounds, which startles me half out of my seat.

The judge introduces himself, and then the two teams. I see Professor Frankens smiling at me in the front row, and Gina, Dennis, and Robin a few rows back. The judge goes over the rules, and we test our buzzers, before the first equation is displayed.

I freeze in shock when the screen lights up with the equation. It’s not that the equation is hard, quite the opposite, really. No, what startles me, is that I see the answer. I don’t meant that I know what the answer is, just by looking at it, but rather that the nanites solved the equation, and are displaying the answer to me as soon as it’s revealed.

Unfortunately, the other team is quick on the ball and gets the point.

“It’s okay,” Donald says. “It’s just one question. We’ll get the rest.” I almost laugh. This is going to be too easy!

As soon as the second question appears on the screen, I hit my buzzer. Everyone stares at me in shock, but I easily give the answer that’s floating before my vision. There is a murmur in the crowd, when the judge announces a correct answer, and Adam pats me on the back.

A black haired Asian girl on the opposing team glares at me, and I note that she’s the one who answered the first question.

Looking at the crowd, I decide that I’d better wait a couple seconds before answering next time. I don’t want to make things too obvious.

That is, until the Asian girl hits her buzzer as soon as the third equation appears, and gets it right.

“Well,” The judge’s voice rings out, “it looks like we have quite the spirited and talented competition on our hands, tonight.”

‘Lela, does she have the nanites?’ I send to the angel. I can’t sense any of the switches on the ship, but I know she’ll get the message.

‘No, but she has her gene activated,’ the words appear a moment later.

‘I think she has some kind of superior intellect,’ I tell her, then curse myself for being too distracted and missing the fourth question. She’d answered as soon as the screen lit up that time, also.

The crowd is really “ahh”-ing now, and I decide to get my butt in gear, if we’re going to have a chance of winning this.

The other girl hits her buzzer just a moment before the screen lights up this time, disqualifying her team this round, and I let Barbara answer this one.

After that, it’s a battle to see who can hit the buzzer first, without hitting it too early. I screw up once, but quickly use a switch to display the equation. The girl really begins to glare at me after that, and ends up making two more mistakes.

The temptation to use my switches more than that once grows, as we stay neck and neck, but I hold back.

And then we’re one point behind for the final question.