After her outburst and the initial shock had worn off, Kimberly took charge. Not surprising, I suppose, but she took stock of the situation and knew the best way to handle things.
I stood up next to Veronica, my mind still spinning, trying to figure out what had just happened.
Kimberly's orders came out quickly and efficiently.
Veronica was to get to work immediately on the technical side of things. How did that article get posted if the site wasn't open for that yet? Was the site secure at all?
"If we need to shut down the whole campus network, can we do that?"
"We can, but I don't think it will come to that. I was... a bit sloppy when I put together the newspaper site. I... won't be sloppy again."
Jennifer was to take me home and make sure I stayed there.
"No fooling around. someone's got'im in their sights and there's no tellin' who's watching."
And me? My job was to go home and not fuck anyone.
"Do you think you can handle that, boss?"
I deserved that. But I would be lying if I felt in control of my libido right then. What was strange was that even though my headache and that weird pulse was totally gone, I could still feel the sexual energy in the air. It was like the humidity in a swamp, permeating everything, soaking into the skin. And I knew all the women in the room well enough that I could tell, even without using my trick, that they were feeling it too.
Kimberly was probably the best at locking down her emotions to get a job done, but her accent gave the lie to her façade. She sounded much more the southern belle when she was aroused, and right then, while her words were professional and pointed, her voice was a thick sensual molasses.
Jennifer was a little less successful. When Kimberly told her to take me back to the Green House, she stepped over to me, and she reacted almost like Veronica did a few minutes previously. She didn't wobble on her legs, but she slowed down, and her eyelids fluttered low. She kept looking down at the angelic freshly fucked bookworm at our feet. She very nearly kneeled down to her with some measure of desire. Who knows what she was thinking, but she caught herself and stood straight again, leaning to one side on my desk for support.
Veronica, well, like me, Veronica was still caught in the whirl of her lust. She was able to reply to Kimberly, and it was clear she understood, and that she would take action to put our system in good shape. But the whole time the conversation was going on, she was casually running her finger over her face and licking my cum off it. No one mentioned it, and I'm not even sure how conscious she was of the action, but it was having as much an effect on everyone in the room as the thick musk of sex was.
Anne was still lying on the ground next to my desk, her face, hair and glasses still coated in my spunk. Anne's beatific serene smile and cute little snorting snores were feeding her desires and challenging her self-control. Her blouse was still peeled wide open, exposing her lovely breasts to the room, and more specifically, Jennifer's gaze.
Kimberly announced that she would be in charge of cleaning her up and getting her back to the dorm.
"Oh, one more thing you can do, Principal Lee. You need to write a response to the article. Even if we do get it taken down, too many people have read it already. We'll need to handle the backlash head-on."
Then we all shuffled out of the room in various states of befuddlement and arousal.
After that, I was basically under house arrest, only leaving the Green House to teach classes, and coming immediately back home afterword. It was the right thing to do, and I agreed to it, but it was still awful, and incredibly embarrassing.
We all agreed to meet again at the Green House on that upcoming Friday so we could go over everything. Also, I had thought about it for a long time, and decided it was well past time to come clean. I still didn't feel comfortable telling anyone about my little trick, and I didn't really know if they would even believe me, but these women had already proven their loyalty, and I really did need their help. More than that, I really liked that all and felt awful about keeping them in the dark.
Because I had seen their minds, I was convinced that I hadn't really taken advantage of any of them, but I still felt like I deserved the full pervert/creep treatment. I was fairly sure they wouldn't object to the sexual side of things, I knew their thoughts and inclinations well enough, but of course, they would be well within their rights to feel horribly wronged because I hadn't told them earlier.
In the end, I felt like I couldn't ask them to continue supporting me without at least trying to explain. It wouldn't be fair, and I needed them as partners. And I wanted them to be my friends. I couldn't keep this from my friends.
We all gathered together in my dining room and had a light dinner. I wasn't a good cook, but I could at least put together a decent lasagna, and they were all kind enough to clean their plates.
Over dinner, we talked about general things, trying to keep things light and avoiding the sensitive topics we all knew were coming.
Although my classes were still stilted and awkward, it seemed that the rest of the school was moving along very well. Each woman told me stories of how the entire mood of the school had picked up.
The clubs were all taking off and enthusiasm was evident all over campus. The Anime and Film Clubs were already planning a film festival for the beginning of the fall semester. By that time, we would have the theater rigged for film as well as stage performances.
The Swim Club had found an old record book and posted the times from back in the 1960s, and they set a goal of beating all of the old records. They scheduled a series of swim meets, and along with the other sports associations. They even asked the Dance Club members to serve as cheerleaders, and to my surprise, they agreed. I thought they would have considered that beneath them. By the fall, we would have Olympic sports, swim meets and even soccer and field hockey for regular competitions.
Since our student body was relatively small, the teams were having a bit of trouble recruiting, but they were hopeful, and to be honest, I loved the idea of bringing people who didn't think of themselves as athletes into the competitions.
We hadn't made any public statement yet, but Kimberly had gotten permission from the Board of Directors to move ahead with the spa plans. Word of Mr. Takashima taking out permits from the town council had already become news. The contents of the permits leaked almost immediately, and the campus and town were buzzing about the possibilities. The women assured me that most of the talk was positive, especially with an eye toward an increase in tourism.
It was with a bit of genuine optimism that we poured some wine and headed into the library for a post-dinner conversation on the more delicate topics.
"Ok. Let's not avoid the difficulties. I have something I want to try to explain to everyone tonight, but first, I would like to hear what you have all been hearing and seeing about me and that article. I need to know how much in a hole I am."
