Eventually, though, Glory's curiosity got the best of her and she playfully tried to fondle her way into his pocket, in order to find out what the gift was.
But he wouldn't let her, and pushed her hand away.
Then she tried to fondle the large bulge in his pants, but he wouldn't let her do that either.
Exasperated, she stopped the kiss and said, "Are you gonna show me the other present already, or am I gonna have to kick your ass?"
He laughed. "Okay. You'll like this one a bit more, I hope. It's the same idea as with the other one: I want to give you something that'll symbolize the bond between us."
She thought bitterly, You mean to symbolize your control over me, don't you? What is this cheeky kid going to do to humiliate me next? Just look at me: naked and collared in my own living room, and wishing I could have his cock back down my throat. I should just be his history teacher, not one of his eager sluts! But she waited expectantly and hopefully.
He pulled the ring out and showed it to her. "It's a sapphire ring, blue, just like your eyes, my love." (He was referring to the stone on its silver band.)
Her eyes lit up, and her doubts and worries washed away. "Aaaaah! It's beautiful! Now, here's a gift I can enjoy 100 percent. Thank you!"
Once again, her heart was suddenly pounding wildly. She spoke to herself in her mind. You see? You were wrong! He's not just using me. It's not just some "I get to fuck my teacher whenever I want" power play; he really loves me! If he didn't, why would he give me this ring? It looks like an expensive one, too, especially considering his lack of money.
Suddenly, a frustrating realization hit her, and she added with disappointment, "Although, I suspect your other women are getting a ring too."
He made no bones about it. "Yep. The same six. Each ring is different though, because you're all distinct individuals in my eyes, and special to me in different ways."
Well, that's something, I suppose. He sees each of us as unique, and loves us in unique ways. I hope. But six?! I mean, two or three, but SIX?! ... It's such a lovely ring though.
She held the ring hovering over her finger as the vision of her naked, debauched wedding returned. Only now, the mood in that imaginary church was more restrained to match her new mood. She still pictured herself mostly nude and Alan fully dressed, but she was standing next to him now, in front of a priest. She imagined Alan saying, "I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love." Then she heard the priest say, "By virtue of the authority vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now fuck the ever-living shit out of your bride."
This made her feel very sad. She would have cried except that she was still feeling a strong erotic buzz. I may never get married! This could be it. If I get sucked into this crazy harem and never come out... True, a ring is better than being given a collar during a blowjob, but still. This is so far from my childhood dreams.
She sighed. But I've made my bed and I've got to lie in it. Alan is an incredible boy, no, man. The fact that he's somehow managed to snare so many extraordinary women proves he's special. In any case, I should be happy. I AM happy.
She slipped it on her ring finger, which was quite a symbolic move in and of itself. Then she sighed again at the same time, because she wasn't entirely happy after all. "I should have figured, Mr. Smooth Talker. But that's my cross to bear. I knew what I was getting into when I got back together with you. I shouldn't love you so much, but I do, dammit! But don't get me wrong. I love the ring. But I have a favor to ask."
"For you, anything."
"I know we're going through this trial period right now, and who knows what the future will bring. But if we make it through the trial and we're still together, maybe six months or a year from now, could you give me another ring? And... I know we couldn't ever get married or anything like that. I imagine you'll probably marry Amy someday, if you bother to marry anyone. But could we trade rings and have a ceremony of some kind? I don't know what, exactly, but something where we could make commitment vows in front of others."
He smiled. "Sure. I'd love that. This ring shows that I'm fully ready to commit to you right now, within the context of my weird harem world, of course. If and when you decide to do the same, there will be a big celebration, for sure. I want to love you and be with you for the rest of my life."
Her heart soared. The last vestiges of her sadness were washed away. She smiled broadly and said, "Now that I'm getting over the shock, I think I may even come to love the collar too. Is Suzanne gonna wear one?" Wait, what? Why did I ask him that? Why should I care what she wears, or even if she wears anything at all?
Visions of a naked Suzanne briefly danced in her head. No, Glory, no. Don't go there! But she was too focused on Alan to get easily distracted with a Suzanne fantasy.
Alan was also soaring with elation on the inside, unable to believe how quickly she'd accepted both his gifts. His erection was still throbbing in his pants too. But he still kept a matter-of-fact manner. "Of course. I gave her and the others at home a collar already, and they all really like theirs. That said, you're the first one to get a ring though, so please don't tell them about that yet. Somehow it feels right to make you the first."
I'm the first. I'm the first. Oh my God, he gave me a ring first! Holy shit, I'm first! She knew it was a bit childish to revel in that, but she couldn't help herself. She clung to that fact in hopes that it meant he loved her most of all.
He enjoyed seeing the awestruck look on her face, as she gazed longingly at the ring on her finger.
She shook herself and looked up at him. "I won't tell them. And if a strong woman like Suzanne can proudly wear your collar, then I can too!" She thrust her chin up and out to put the collar and her neck on display for herself and her lover. She pictured Suzanne's perfect, voluptuous body, and felt humbled that Alan had placed her on the same plane as the red-haired MILF.
She felt her head was spinning, she was so giddy. I'm the first, I'm the first, I'm the first! That proves again that he loves me!
Her facial expression suddenly turned mischievous. "I just had a wicked idea. What if I wear this collar to school every single day? That would set tongues wagging for sure!"
"It would," he agreed, trying not to show just how much that idea excited him. "Especially since Kat and Amy have both said they're gonna wear theirs twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Imagine if all three of you suddenly start wearing the same black collar beginning on the same day." His rock-hard erection throbbed in his pants.
"Wow! Now, THAT would be a scandal!" Her glee turned to disappointment. "Too bad I can't actually do that. I'll just have to settle for wearing it when I'm with you out of school."
"So you're actually gonna wear it then?"
"Of course! I'm an 'Alan babe' now." She winked up at him and wiggled her bare chest a bit. She was fully swept up in the moment, and her heart was bursting with happiness. "It kind of makes me hot, to tell you the truth. Pretty fucked up, huh? I've had some very long-term boyfriends, including Garth, but I've never felt as loved and possessed as I do now. I've had bad luck with men so far. You're either the best thing that happened to me or the worst; I can't figure it out." She laughed at that, even as she realized just how true it was. "But the fact is, I'm head over heels in love with you."
"I love you too. So much! Glory, you're mine. You belong to me."
She shivered with excitement as she heard those words. To think: at the start of the school year, I considered Alan a nice kid, a "teacher's pet" who obviously had a crush on me. I liked him a lot, but if he'd tried to come on to me, I would have gently let him down. Now, I'm naked on my knees, collared, dripping with arousal, and practically part of his harem! "You belong to me." I LOVE IT!
He pulled her up so they could kiss some more. She fondled and stroked his bulge in his pants, but it remained zipped away. His hands roamed all over her backside, and down to her ass cheeks.
She thought, I know I've told myself that I'm just gonna try being with him for a while and see how it goes, but I'm already blowing that. I'm committing to him, big time! I should be afraid. Where is this leading? What'll happen at the end of the school year? He's going away to Berkeley! What then?! Will he still want me so much? Is he serious about keeping his focus on me and several others, or will twenty women be wearing his collar by then?! But somehow, I'm not worried. All I can feel is happy. He makes me feel loved!
She dreaded it, but couldn't help but ask, "I should have asked this sooner, before I accepted your collar and your ring, but what about your college plans?! You'll be going to UC Berkeley and I'll be stuck here. Will that be the end of us?"
He looked around nervously, building up courage. "Dammit, I don't know how to say this, so I'm just gonna say it. You should come with me, with us, to Berkeley. Or wherever I end up going."
She practically exploded, "WHAT?! But I have a job! A good job at a very good school. I can't just up and leave that!"
He nodded. "I know, I know. That's why I've been so reluctant to talk about this with you. It's totally unfair for me to expect you to move like that."
"Damn straight it is!"
He said plaintively, "Even so, that's what I'm doing! I'm sorry! I don't want to be a pushy guy. But I want you in my life for the rest of my life! I want to love you forever. Berkeley is the best college I can get into, unless I get super lucky, and it's reasonably priced since its public and I'd have in-state tuition. You know it makes total sense for me to go there, and if I end up going somewhere around here that would be a big step down."
She grudgingly admitted, "That's true."
He continued, "Plus, there's an art school up in the Bay Area that's perfect for Amy, and that's just as important. And Katherine is fine with going to high school there for her last year. We're all gonna move. Even Brenda's gonna move. It's vital that you come too. You know me; I'm not some kind of dominating guy who is going to push you or anyone around. But that's the way it has to be! I know your job is the big sticking point, but what if I guarantee you'll get a job up there next year that's at least as good as this one?"
She scoffed, "And how the hell would you do that?! Talk about pie-in-the-sky promises!"
"On my own, I'd have no chance. But one advantage to a harem is we can pool our resources and talents together, making the whole greater than the sum of its parts. In this case, I'm sure Suzanne could do something. She's a natural schemer, but only for good. She lives for an opportunity like this. What if you give her a chance, and work with her on this? If you get hired up there somewhere, you can always turn it down. But at least you'll have that option."
Glory's heart raced as she thought about all the time she'd get to spend alone with Suzanne working on the problem. She was practically willing to agree because of that alone. But she knew that she had to think the whole situation through carefully, so she said, "I don't know. You're hitting me with all these dramatic changes. I can't say 'yes' just like that, on something so important. Let me sleep on it at the very least."
He said earnestly, "Please do. But know this: I'm not taking this stuff lightly at all. I know we've agreed to have a trial period. But in my mind, I'm gonna figure out a way to get you to Berkeley so we can be together forever. The collar and ring are symbols that show a life-long commitment on my part. Maybe you're still wrapping your head around that. Maybe you think I'm just a kid and what we have won't last. Heck, we haven't been together in an intimate way for very long. So, you're right. A trial period is good."
He continued, with even more passion, "But I swear to you, I'm going to find a way to get you to move to Berkeley without suffering. We'll find a job there that's better than the one you've got here, so you'll have no regrets. I'll move mountains if I have to. Heck, we could start a new school if it takes that."
She protested, "That's just crazy talk."
"No, it isn't! You know going to Berkeley is the right thing for me to do for my long-term future. We've talked about my college choices a lot. And it's good for the rest of us too. Not just for Amy and her art career, but for Susan, Suzanne, and Brenda too. They're all going to be better off moving away from problematic ex-husbands or soon-to-be ex-husbands, and for other reasons. We can hide the incest thing with a new start in a new town. You don't have any family or indispensable friends keeping you here. It's only your job that would stop you from moving; right?"
She nodded.
"Then we'll solve that. We'll make it work! I'm willing to throw money at this, if that'll help. A lot of money. Because I can't bear not being with you. Just because I have these other women doesn't mean I'd miss you any less."
She scoffed. "Yeah, right. Gee, only three or four in your bed on any given night? Oh, the hardships you'd suffer!"
He admitted, "Okay. I suppose you're right. It would be a lot easier for me, due to the harem thing. But fuck it! I don't care. I want YOU. I need YOU! I know I'm asking you to make a big concession to move to Berkeley, but I'm willing to make sacrifices too. Maybe I'd wait a year before starting college, if that's what it takes."
"You can't do that!" she insisted.
"We'll see. You might not even want to continue things with me when our trial period is over. But I feel in my heart that you will. I feel in my heart that you'll come to Berkeley with us, and we'll all make this crazy harem-lifestyle work. Please! Give it a try. Talk to Suzanne about teaching jobs up there. Love conquers all! We'll make it work!"
She sighed. "You and that stupid 'love conquers all' slogan of yours. Sometimes love doesn't conquer all. Teaching in or near Berkeley is no easy thing. I'd probably end up teaching at a much worse school than this one, for starters. But... I'm willing to talk to Suzanne. We'll see what happens."
"THANK YOU!" He smiled from ear to ear.