I'm afraid I haven't had as much writing time lately thanks to deadlines in the real world, but I did want to try and put together something to tide you all over until we can get back to the story. So here is a short little interlude that I hope you will enjoy.
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I pulled myself into consciousness several hours later.
Feeling an arm over my waist, I ran my hand across it, taking joy in the smooth, flawless skin. A little skinny, it had to be Veronica's. I cracked open an eye, and the deep color of her skin confirmed it. Looking to one side, I saw her face nuzzled up against my side, her delightful body hidden by a few blankets.
I will never get tired of looking at her gorgeous features. Perhaps a bit sharp, but the angles of her chin, upturned nose and clear cheekbones were perfectly sketched, like an idealized model for artists to try and copy.
She was snoring lightly, which made her even more adorable in my eyes. She was a nerd and a geek, and would probably by content to have stayed back at home like the hermit she was when I came to Bright Hall. But she joined me and our growing band of happy perverts, and now she was suffering for it.
Well, to be fair, she didn't seem to be suffering much at the moment, or last night.
Thanks to my recovered trick, I could sense the sensuality in the room. I opened my mind to it and immediately felt the waves of satisfaction roiling off Veronica. Thanks to a little oral enjoyment from me, but mainly from the good attention of a number of students, she had been blissfully shaken through her paces last night and her entire body was still buzzing happily in unconsciousness.
And as I thought about her, I even saw her break into a lusty smile, suggesting that her dreams were still echoing her pleasure.
I felt that Jennifer was nearby, as well. And there she was, completely underneath the blankets and coiled around my right leg. Being so small had its advantages. I could feel her sensual contentment, too. And I realized that I could feel her breath, slow and even as befits an athlete, on my thigh. That was going to have a real effect on me soon.
Around me were scattered piles of students, some that I knew but most I didn't. The twins Cynthia and Deborah were wrapped around Lynn, their newest acolyte. Kimberly was clearly so well-loved among the student body to merit an impressive pile of girls all over and around her. I could imagine that she was going to be sore in the best possible way for quite a while.
The entire room was saturated in an amazing sensation. I was getting better at sensing emotions beyond pure lust, but this was related to it: untainted exhausted passion, the delightful joy of being utterly worn out by orgasms, and the comfort of lingering on the warm flesh of someone whom you have given the same feeling to.
I sat up, disentangling myself from Jennifer and Veronica. Day had not yet broken, and the darkness was still near total, so I could not see much, and nothing I hadn't already sensed. Although the visual of dozens of young women, all nude, covered only by the occasional blanket or sleeping bag, or a friendly classmate, ah, that was a vision to fortify the soul.
What a beautiful sight.
But I needed to be thinking about the repercussions of the night. I shook my head a bit and started toward the bathroom. I needed to clear my head. And to pee.
I still had no idea what happened to Mr. Grant. The troopers took him to the hospital. Jennifer didn't seem to think the wound was fatal, at least by her reaction. So he may be out of commission for the short term, but who knows if he would be in any state to come back to work at all. He was becoming more violent and erratic by the day.
Principal Sten was obviously the main problem. What would happen when she came back on campus? The storm had calmed slightly, but was still raging, so she wouldn't show up here soon, but still. Based on what Tess had said, Sten was trying to run some kind of trafficking scheme, but she promised pliant, nubile, virgins. Our students were nubile, and some were still virgins to be sure, although after tonight that would probably be only of the most technical variety, but I didn't think any of them would be as pliant as promised. That was especially true with Lynn finally out of the haze of their synthetic version of the trick. And in any case, I wasn't about to let her go through with whatever her plan was.
Then there were my girls. They weren't mine, of course, no more than I was theirs. But Veronica, Kimberly, and Jennifer were certainly my closest friends, and they were all in bad situations. Veronica was being courted by Mr. Grant for his own pleasure as well as Sten's plans. Veronica was playing along to try and get more information and hating every minute of it. She wasn't particularly good at dealing with people, but was doing her best.
Kimberly was probably the most depressed by the current situation. She had been basically in charge of the entire administration of the school before Principal Sten came in and demoted her back to filing and coffee-making. She was also taking the brunt of Sten's condescension and suspicion.
Jennifer was trying to hold together the faculty. Just about everyone had talked about leaving, or going on strike, but they were all terrified of the new reorganization that Sten had been planning. Most of them really needed their jobs. Jennifer had ended up taking charge of trying to help everyone keep up with all of the new paperwork and making it look like teachers were being suitably harsh and students were being suitably punished. She had been effective, but the work was exhausting.
I smiled to think that their worries had been cast aside, at least for one night.
Having emptied my bladder, I was washing my hands when the door to the bathroom opened.
"Oh! Hello Principal Lee. It's funny, I keep forgetting now that we are a women-only school, all the bathrooms are technically non-gendered."
I smiled broadly and enjoyed the image of Kimberly walking into the room, totally naked. She was a vision of beauty. There was no telling how she could look so positively sparkling after a long hard night of fucking and a couple hours sleep on a gymnastics mat. Her natural beauty just shone through. Her natural gifts of ivory-pure skin and the generous lines described by her hips and healthy and unnaturally perky boobs certainly didn't hurt either.
The only hint to the activities of the night was the state of her iconic hair. Normally tamed through a great struggle into any number of more-or-less professional arrangements, her hair was now a wild tangle. The tight red kinks were everywhere, over her shoulder, coming down over her eyes, and sticking straight up in every direction. Her body was divine, but I loved that hair.
She paused awkwardly. She knew I was looking at her and growing hungry. I could see the blush rising at the top of her chest up her neck to make her cheeks light up. She didn't attempt to cover herself, or look away from me. I was proud of her confidence, and I even saw her smile, born of knowing the effect she was having on me.
Without a word and in one long stride, I was on top of her. I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her, wrapping my arms tight around her back. She moaned into my mouth and she responded with her own arms pulling my tight into her embrace. I felt her hands move down and grab my butt.
She wriggled free of my kisses, and I moved down to run kisses up and down her neck.
"Hmmm... oh... yes...Oh! nonononono... Principal Lee... Ohhh... I'm so gross!"
