[Please note: Everyone mentioned in this story is 19 years of age or older, regardless of what may be 'common' in your part of the world. If you cannot suspend disbelief long enough to enjoy what are clearly fantasies, please read some other story]
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During the first week of his Junior term, Clint did the 'big brother' thing, showing his sister Judy around the campus when she arrived for her Freshman Orientation Week. She didn't actually want his help very much, since she wanted to feel all grown up and independent. But, on her own, she was quickly overwhelmed and confused. She'd taken the campus tour the year before, but had toured several other colleges and universities, so the layout of this campus was a little hazy in her mind.
Grudgingly, she asked, "Clutz... I mean, Clint... would you show me how to find my dorm and dining hall?"
"Sure, little Sis," he responded, sounding a little like the big man on campus, which made her grind her teeth. "This way." He showed her the locations of her dorm and dining hall. He knew she'd need to find the bookstore and library, along with the various buildings where her classes would be held. So he led her to all of those as well.
Within two days, Judy had to swallow her pride, and seek him out again. "Ummm, Clint? I can't make heads or tails of this registration process, and there are several classes I need this term!"
"Don't feel bad, Sis. I had troubles getting the flow straight at first, too," he said... kindly enough, but she thought she heard condescending tones in his voice. He guided her through the registration process for her classes, helping her get into most of them that she needed as prerequisites, and explaining her options about electives that were available to fill out her schedule.
It was almost a week before he saw her again. This time she needed the location of the post office, and where she could order food, like pizza, at whatever hour it was desperately needed. He wondered, "Aren't you making any friends to ask?" But he didn't voice that. He just told her what she needed to know.
He didn't see much more of her after that, because he was on the IT track, while she felt that she might like a major in Psychology. And there was little likelihood that she'd be taking any art classes. Which was just as well, because Clint had found that he enjoyed posing for Pru's life drawing classes. He was quite comfortable being a nude model now. Even with the coeds staring at his manhood, licking their lips, he managed to keep it under control. It didn't 'rise to the occasion' during his poses, dangling more like the genitalia seen in most Greek and Roman statuary.
Of course, it helped that his sexual escapades with both Skylar and Pru kept him sated virtually all of the time. Classes and study occupied a lot of his other time. He did, however, manage to find time to do some cross-training, which helped shape and develop his musculature, but let him remain conditioned and flexible, rather than bulking up like many power-lifters did. The overall effect was a sculpted body, suitable for inspiration in several art classes involving drawing and sculpture.
One day, in a reflective mood, Skylar asked Clint, "Did you ever figure out anything more about your mysterious pebble?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean how it's powered -- the source of its flashes. And why the pattern of flashes changed when I looked at it. Does it make people do things against their will? Would it work on someone if I held it? You also told me you wondered if its 'power' increased if it went without being viewed for long periods of time," she explained.
"Well, yes, I did wonder about those things," he admitted. "But when I first found it, I subjected it to every non-destructive test and analysis that I could bring to bear. And got no answers at all. So I have no idea about its power source, or any of those other things. But tell me... do you think the pebble made you care for me, against your will?" He was a little afraid of the answer, especially when Skylar didn't immediately reply.
But after thinking it over as carefully as she could, his blonde-haired lover said, "Well, I don't think so, darling. Not against my will. I admit that I hadn't given you much notice when we were in high school. We hung out with such different crowds back then. But the pebble did seize my interest, and it did make me spend time with you, since I wanted to see it so badly, for some reason I can't explain. So I got to know you. We got to know each other, too. And the rest is history." She gave him a loving, reassuring kiss.
"But look what it did to Heather," he countered. "I felt she was pretty hostile toward me, right from the start. And after a single, albeit long, session with that pebble, she obediently let you undress her right in front of me. And she had no qualms about undressing you, as well."
Skylar blushed a delicate pink. "Honey, maybe you never guessed it, but that was certainly not the first time we'd ever undressed each other."
"OK, I'll grant that. But a few minutes later, the two of you were kneeling before me, worshiping my cock. Was that typical for Heather, with a guy like me?"
"N... no. I have to admit that was rather out of character for her, given the way she talked about you," Skylar concurred.
"And later, my suggestion that she help Jimmy lose his virginity. And her doing it so enthusiastically and thoroughly. Was that typical?"
Skylar giggled. "OK, OK. You've made your point. The pebble may have the ability to... to exert some sort of power or control over people. That just makes me think it's important to learn more about it."
"Darling, if you feel you want to do that, be my guest. If you think you want my input on designing experiments with it, or analyzing the results, I'll be glad to help. But to be honest, I was perfectly happy just having you be my girlfriend, because I think you're the most lovely woman in the world. And you were generous enough to add Pru to our relationship. I can't even conceive of a more fantastic lover and partner than you."
Skylar felt her heart swelling so much in her chest when she heard this declaration of love that she could hardly breathe, let alone speak. So she let her actions express her joy, quickly undressing him, shoving him onto the bed, stripping herself, and mouthing his cock into fullness so she could mount and ride it.
