Chapter 14: Morgana's visit and more sex competitions
Thursday.
Molly's alarm went off at 6:30 AM.
"Come on, Ward." she said, shaking me gently, "Time to get up and check up on Peter and Heather."
"Ugh!" I groaned, "Give me 10 more minutes."
"No, get up now. By the time we shower and get dressed it will be 7 AM and we have to check to see if the potion has worn off."
"5 more minutes?" I asked.
"I'm getting in the shower now," she said, "If you want me to do your back, you better get up now."
She wiggled her naked tush and heading for the bathroom.
I was up.
We arrived outside my dorm room a little before 7. We couldn't hear any sounds coming from the room, so I opened the door slowly and peeked in. There was just enough natural light in late October to see inside. Molly pushed the door open wider so she could see as well.
Peter and Heather were both sound asleep on my bed. But it was difficult at this distance and in this light to tell who was who. It looked like two blondes in bed, both with hair just past his or her ears. They were in a spooning position with the slightly more feminine figure in the front, although their features were too ambiguous to be certain. The one in the back had his or her arm draped over the one in the front. They looked so cute together.
The room was a mess. There were clothes strewn all over the floor and it reeked of sweat, sex, and stale pizza.
We closed the door and walked back to the hallway. Molly pulled out Betty, her combination wand and vibrator.
"We need to clean up a little while they're still asleep," Molly explained.
"Are you sure?" I asked, "What if they wake up and catch you doing magic?"
"I'm more worried about them waking up and finding their dream was real," she replied, "I want to do just enough to throw them off a bit. Besides, it would be a good opportunity to put their cell phones back on the desk."
"Okay, I'll put the phones back while you clean up," I said.
We snuck back into the room and Molly held up her vibrator. I watched it morph into her wand in the dim light. She pointed the wand towards Heather's soiled slacks crumpled on the floor.
"Scourgify!" she whispered audibly.
The wet stain covering the front of the slacks disappeared.
The sleeping figure in the front moved, turning slightly onto his or her back (it was still difficult to tell who that was). Molly and I froze until we watched the sleeping figure roll back onto his or her side and resume a regular breathing pattern.
Molly waited a couple more minutes before she waved the wand again.
"Fumidify!" she whispered a little less loudly.
The air in the room instantly cleared.
She was about to put her wand away when I noticed the wet thong on the floor. I motioned to Molly and pointed to the thong, waving my hand as if there was a wand in it.
Molly shook her head no.
"Psst! The thong!" I whispered loudly.
She smiled and again shook her head.
"I want to leave it as it is," she whispered back.
Again, the sleeping person in the front moved slightly, making a satisfied cooing sound. Again, Molly and I froze, this time stifling a giggle knowing whoever-it-was was having a very nice dream, a real dream this time.
I put the phones on the desk and picked up the pizza boxes and was about to head out when Molly stopped me.
"Put those back," she whispered, "they'll know we've been in here if they notice those missing. You can come back later when they're awake and take them out then."
When were back in the hallway, I asked Molly, "Why didn't you 'scourgify' her thong?"
She flashed her wicked grin.
"Two reasons," she began, "first, I wanted her to think that she got wet being with Peter."
"I guess that makes sense, but what's the second reason?" I asked.
"I wanted to see if she'd go commando or not."
The thought of Heather going commando made my cock stir; I imagined it would have a similar effect on Molly . . . and maybe Heather. . . and Peter!
We then had an early breakfast, after which Molly went back to her room to study and wait for her roommate Jennifer.
I went back to the dorm and waited until 8 to check on Peter and Heather. When I peeked behind the door, they were both still asleep, but there was now enough light to see them clearly. Peter was in front with Heather's arm draped across his chest in a protective posture. I closed the door and knocked loudly.
"Um, Peter? Heather? Can I come in?" I called.
There was a long pause before answering.
"Give us a couple of minutes!" That was Peter's voice.
I could only imagine what was going on in there. I'm sure they were trying to process everything that happened last night. I heard them talking on the other side of the door, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I needed to be patient. After ten minutes, I decided to move them along, so I knocked again.
"Aren't you dressed yet?" I yelled through the door.
"Almost!" Peter yelled back.
I knew that meant they hadn't started.
A few minutes later, Peter opened the door wearing nothing but his boxers. The hair on his chest, stomach and legs were completely gone.
"Oh, um!" were my first words as I looked at him and at the room.
The room had the faint odor of stale pizza and sex, the latter most likely from Heather's thong. But at least it didn't smell as bad as it did an hour earlier.
There was an awkward silence in the room as I walked in. Peter sat down on my bed next to Heather, who had a blanket wrapped around her. I gathered my laptop, books, and the pizza boxes from the desk. As I turned to leave, I almost stepped on Heather's red thong on the floor.