(For those of you looking for stroking material, skip this one. I felt this one was going a massively different direction and had to write it as such.)
There I lay with Jill in the bed of my hotel room as naked as the good Lord created us with my new favorite Barista coming up to see us. Charlene seemed a little giggly on the cell as she talked to Jill. By the time I recovered my sense enough to realize what was going on, Charlene's soft knock was at the door. I covered myself up with the sheet while Jill simply stood in her naked glory and went to open the door. Even though Charlene was just a friend with benefits, I still felt a little modest with the thought of her seeing her Anatomy teacher and I post coitus. Jill seemed more comfortable than I would have thought she would have been. It was then the door opened and in walked Charlene wearing a black baby doll dress. She looked simply gorgeous right down to her heels revealing red polished toenails. As she walked in, she giggled a bit as she saw me struggled to remain covered.
"Wow, lover, I didn't think you were so easy to get," she said still giggling before she turned towards Jill. "Wow, girl, you work pretty fast too. How's the arm?"
"I'm healing. Can you believe he tried to get me liquored up even though I took pain medication?" she asked as she walked over and hugged Charlene. Soon, my erection popped up even though it looked harmless. I must have been in total horn dog mode.
"You two act like you're more than just teacher and student. Was I tricked or something?" I asked before both of them walked over and sat on either side of me on the bed.
"If by tricked you mean conned into spending time with me, then yes," Jill answered. She held her arms over her breasts while she continued. "Charlene knew me from a few years ago when Cathy came to the school. I was not only Cathy's teacher, but her confidant as well. Cathy would tell me tales about her time with you before she came up here and my curiosity was piqued. Soon she graduated and married before she was taken from us. I thought maybe I'd track you down after she told me how your wife died."
"Lucky for me Jill was still around when I got here," Charlene continued. "She knew Cathy and was here for me the whole semester thus far for comfort, counseling and to show me what I need to do to live through this semester socially." The last statement made me think for a moment before I looked at Charlene again. The pieces started to make sense. The new piercings, the way she covered her tracks to allow me to visit, all would not have been accomplished by the old Charlene who had to borrow my apartment to seduce a customer. I looked at both of them again before I had the chance to speak.