I eventually got to the showers.
First Cindy and I had gone back to her dorm room. The original idea was for me to borrow something new to wear. Cindy's roommate, a willowy brunet named Sarah, had a boyfriend who had left some clothes in their room. Cindy thought they would be a good fit for me.
It was a great idea, but it was hampered by Cindy's pheromones kicking into high gear. Sarah had taken one look at the two of us and saw how we could barely keep our hands off each other. She quickly made an excuse about some forgotten homework and left. Once we were alone, I did what my body had been screaming at me to do- I hiked up Cindy's skirt, pulled down her soaked panties, and knelt down and began to lick away at her sweet pussy. I probe with my tongue across her sensitive muff until her whole body was quivering. I got her off twice before she forcefully yanked me up and demanded I fuck her.
Cindy was just as tight as the first time, and I did not last long. She felt so good as I slid into her snug sopping wet cunt. Her pussy twitching and throbbing around me as thrust into her. Like before, she forced me to stop and then sucked me off. She did this while furiously rubbing her clit to another orgasm.
When we were done, Cindy gave me a breathless smile and said, "Alright, goddamn it, this time we're showing."
Unlike Abby, Cindy was quite adamant we shower in our own bathrooms. I wasn't going to argue. I was walking on a very narrow path. What was happening to me and by extension any woman around me was really getting out of hand. There was far too much of this world I did not understand. And I was only now starting to realize how much it affected me.
As I washed up, I considered my earlier illness when I crashed in Abby's dorm room. When I was with Cindy my stomach twisting pain had vanished. And I felt fine now. In fact, better than fine. Just like yesterday afternoon with Abby, I felt like I was ready to fuck all day and night.
It was becoming readily apparent to me that as much as I affected women in this world, they, in turn, affected me. I had been with Abby almost continually the day before. We had started off with having sex, and at the time Abby had treated it as something casual. But that had not lasted long. By lunch time we were all over each other and stayed that way the entire afternoon.
So feeling sick to my stomach was what...withdrawal? Possibly. Having sex with Cindy had relieved my symptoms. Would I need to be around Cindy or Abby at all times, or I would get sick? I could see any number of problems with that, even if those two were willing.
And Abby? Where was she? She should have been back long ago. Worry was again creeping in on what had happened to her. Not that I was looking forward to telling her what had happened with Cindy. They were best friends, and I had royally screwed them both. I steered away from going down a very lewd lane of thought about having both Cindy and Abby bonded to me. I felt like this was a recipe for disaster, not a chance at a threesome.
Shaking my head as the downpour of hot water cascaded over me, I tried to get a grip on my situation. At the very least, Cindy's information about this Professor Williams and Lawrence did shed some light on who might be responsible for me being on this world. Then there was the letter from my mysterious benefactor. They'd help me find my dad's article in the archives. But who were they and what did they want from me? More unanswered questions.
As I scrubbed away at my body with some soap, I resolved it was time to come up with a plan. I needed to know more about my situation and who the players were. First one on the list would be Lawrence. He had obviously been playing dumb when Abby and I ran into yesterday. What exactly did he know? Was he assigned to spy on me? How was he connected to this Professor Williams? A plan slowly started to form in my mind.
By the time I was done showering and was toweling off, I had worked out the basics. I needed to get Lawrence out of his room. In my world, and my version of Lawrence, he used a little address book to store names, numbers, and other things of importance. He found it faster and more convenient than a smartphone. Obstinately telling anyone who asked that he never needed to charge his address book. I hoped the Lawrence of this world would be the same. If he had one, and I could find it, maybe I could discover something of use.
I was putting on my borrowed clothes when someone walked into the bathroom. The newcomer gave me a brief nod and then turned to use one of the urinals. He was not anyone I knew, just one of the residents of Anderson Hall. I was still trying to run with a low profile and wasn't in the mood to be friendly in the men's room. But the new guy apparently did.
"So," he said after he had finished zipping up, "you got together with our resident pale gal." Giving me a little non-committal shrug he added, "Just saying. Hard to not hear you two."
I felt my face flush. Yet I wasn't quite sure why I was embarrassed. Hook-ups happened here and likely any other parallel world. The thin walls of the dorms being what they were, sometimes it got loud. Perhaps it had more to do with his slang of 'pale gal' for Abby.
"Yeah," I admitted, unsure of what else to say.
His brow furrowed. "You go to school here? Haven't seen you around."
"No, I'm visiting. Used live in Abigail's hometown," I said, falling back on my original cover I had worked out with Abby.
"Ahh," said my over-curious bathroom visitor. Coming up to the row of sinks, he chose one and began washing his hands. "I'm Jake, by the way. Really I just was curious. Seeing as I just saw you come out of Cindy's and Sarah's room." Jake fixed me with an intense look. "You really do get around."
"It's not like that," I shot back.
"Oh? How is it then?"
"I don't...know," I admitted out loud. It was true. I had no idea what to call Cindy and me. And if I was honest with myself, it was the same for Abby. Girlfriend? Fuck buddy? Biochemical pheromone mate?
A short laugh came from Jake. "I'll bet. Early bonds are always confusing." He leaned closer. "Just make sure you don't let either one of them pull you around by the dick. Those two have some pretty odd notions."
"Like what?" I asked. Although I had a feeling I knew where this conversation was headed.
"You know, shut down the MHS, equal employment opportunities, stuff like that. Trying to upend a lot of traditions."
"Right," I said with an audible sigh, "Got to keep them barefoot and pregnant."
"Hah! Hadn't heard that one before," laughed Jake, completely missing my sarcasm.
I made up an excuse and quickly exited the bathroom, not wanting to continue the conversation. I wondered how many guys here were like Jake, wanting their women sexually subservient to them. Disliking the idea women would be treated fairly. The MHS demonstration I had seen earlier today with Cindy gave me the impression most students did not care for the organization. But I knew enough that how people acted in public was not always the way they privately felt.
Pushing my thoughts away from things I had even less control over, I instead tried to focus on the few things I could. Walking back to Cindy's dorm room, I found her and Mandy Persaud deep in discussion. Cindy's short hair was still damp and a bit frizzy. She had changed into blue jeans and another one of those tight sweaters that showed off her chest so well. Mandy was still dressed in the same clothes I had seen earlier and was sitting cross-legged on the bed. As I entered the room and shut the door Cindy's eyes immediately brightened. Jumping off the bed, she rushed over to me.
Pulling me into a quick hug, Cindy pressed her body against mine. Soft and warm. Her amble bosom pushed into me, and I worried I was still affecting her desires. But she quickly put my concern to rest when she cried, "Oh, Jason, it's Abby! She's in the hospital!"
I felt a stab of panic hit me. "What? What happened?"
