The next thing I remember was the sensation of flesh touching my flesh. There were warm bodies on every side of me. I felt an arm draped over my chest, and a leg wrapped around my leg on the other side. Then there was hair. There was hair everywhere, piled heaping over my right shoulder.
I heard the faint sounds of light snoring and more peaceful breathing.
I lay there enjoying the sensations: touch, sound, even the lingering smell of the previous night's activities layered over each women's individual natural scent. I turned my head to bury myself in what was clearly Kimberly's hair.
I felt a growing need, and knew I would have to get up to go to the bathroom, but I was so warm and comfortable, and I didn't want to disturb anyone.
But the more I thought about it, the worse the urge grew.
Finally, I had to move. I opened my eyes and took in the scene. It was indeed Kimberly who was curled up on my right, her angelic face even more peaceful in sleep. She was smiling very slightly. A sheet was draped halfway over her, leaving one perfect breast exposed.
I slid my hand out from under her and sat up to see the pair on my left. Veronica and Jennifer were entwined together, with Veronica's back to me, her long lithe form holding the much smaller Jennifer gently to the side. The visual contrast was lovely. Jennifer's skin was fairly dark, I had always assumed she had Persian ancestry because of her name, but next to Veronica's rich dark skin, she looked certifiably pale. More than that was the difference in height. Veronica was a very tall woman, I didn't even need to look down to kiss her, and in her crazy heels, she was taller than me. She was wrapped almost all the way around Jennifer. Knowing how strong Jennifer was, it was nice to see her cradled so protectively.
I was able to scoot down the bed without disturbing the women too much.
I stood up, then moved over to pull the sheet up to cover Veronica and Jennifer. As I lifted it up over Veronica's shoulder, I came face to face with Jennifer and paused.
She was probably the most academically successful at the school, and certainly the most intelligent, but here she was, her tiny body made even more delicate in contrast. It all made her seem so cute, which was not a word she generally earned. Her high aquiline nose twitched a bit as I looked at her, and her eyes fluttered open. She looked at me and smiled, snuggling back into Veronica, whose arms tightened unconsciously around her.
I winked at her and headed to the bathroom.
Thinking I should probably take a quick shower while I was in there, I turned on the water and waited for it to heat up.
My situation wasn't simple, but hopefully there was an end in sight. Staying locked away in the Green House would make me go stir crazy sooner or later, but it was probably still the right choice. Maybe a couple more weeks and things would calm down. I was able to handle almost all of the administrative work from my office at home, but eventually I would need to handle things in person. And of course it didn't look good at all for the principal not to be visible on campus, especially as we headed into the fall semester, and started publicly dealing with the new initiatives.
The bigger question was if I would be able to restrain myself when I went back to campus. Even if the women currently sleeping off orgasmic exertion on my bed at the moment were willing and happy to take part, it was becoming clear that I was having an effect on other women too. I still didn't know if my trick could even be controlled at all. Was I effecting everyone all the time or only when I focused? I knew I could at least direct the trick when I was in someone's mind, but I had no idea about this passive effect. I needed to spend some of my quarantine time trying to get better control.
By that time, the bathroom was a vague haze of steam from the shower. I shook myself out of my reverie and stepped in.
When I had my hair shampooed up, I heard the bathroom door open.
"Hey, Ben. Use some company?"
Jennifer didn't wait for an answer, but slipped into the shower behind me.
I felt her arms wrap around me as I rinsed out my hair and got my eyes clean enough to open.
"Last night was really crazy. Are you still okay with everything?"
I turned around and we started lathering each other up.
"Yeah. I am. Kimberly and I have talked about it all before. She's opening up so much and understanding who she is. She loves the little games we've been playing, but she's still her own woman. I can't wait to see what she does with the Dionysian Club. And, I'll be honest, I was a little worried about Veronica. I didn't know her well, but I've become a big fan. She's thoughtful and quiet, but sure a force of nature when she wants to be. She's also a bit of a smartass, and I like that. I can't wait to spend more time with her."
"But what about you?" I reached over, taking my time to scrub her butt, once again, admiring what constant physical exercise can do to build such a gorgeous taught ass.
"Me? I'm... mmm.. that's nice... I'm more than okay. I'm great. I don't think I've ever felt that I could really be myself as much as I can with you. With all of us. I can be the teacher, the gym rat, and the insatiable freak all at once. I don't have to hide who I am. I don't think I can explain it. It's like I didn't know how much I was holding back before. It's like I can breathe deep now, within our little group at least."
I stopped and looked at her. Her eyes were wet, and it wasn't from the shower.
I brought her into a hug and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. She pulled me close too.
Her hand slid up and she grabbed my penis, squeezing it gently.
"Ok, ok, now." She stepped back and looked up at me. "Enough sappy self-reflection. I need to wash my hair. Somehow, it's got all sorts of something in it."
She arched her eyebrow and gave me another squeeze.
"I could help?"
"No. You should go back and wake up our Kimmytoy and that delicious goth librarian. I'll be there in a sec. I told you I was going to fuck you, and I think it's only fair they get to watch. "
My cock had already started to respond, and now it found full hardness at the idea.
I stepped out of the shower, helped along by a sharp slap on the ass, and dried myself off.
When I walked back into the bedroom, I found that the two women didn't need me to wake them up. They had both rolled together, filling in the spot where I had been.
They were awake, but only partially so. They had found each other and were sleepily caressing each other. The sounds of gentle kisses mingled with groggy coos of pleasure as the two gradually rose up into consciousness and into their own desire.
I stood there to watch for a while, absentmindedly stroking my hardness.
Veronica seemed to be more awake. Her hand was raking through Kimberly's hair, pushing her tighter into the kiss.
Kimberly bent her leg up to clutch onto Veronica's hip, and Veronica responded, lifting her leg in-between Kimberly's. This gave Kimberly something to cling to, and she did, tightening her legs as her moans become slightly louder.
I was reminded of the contrast between Veronica and Jennifer. Kimberly was shorter than Veronica, but not by too much, but her skin tone was the polar opposite. Seeing her alabaster white leg lazily clenching at Veronica's deep brown hips made me want to believe in a creative and giving higher power. And again, Kimberly wasn't a large woman, but her curves were broad friendly Rubenesque strokes, her ass was generous but taut. I jokingly called her a Disney princess because of her untamable kinky mass of red hair, her button nose and those preternaturally large eyes that just drew you in. But of course, seeing her full naked form slowly writhing against Veronica's lissome frame was anything but rated G.
They weren't going at it aggressively. It wasn't even fucking, really. They were just playing and enjoying the lazy warm comfort of a Saturday morning. It was beautiful.
