The aftermath, understandably, left all of them
embarrassed.�� None of the women, with the possible exception
of Lori, felt like they could just turn around and face everyone
else.� Lori just loved staring into Bob's eyes, especially when he
had filled her full of sperm.�� For the others, it was easier
to stare into the face of their lovers, who had just inseminated them
all.� Those lovers, feeling the tenseness of their mates, did some
kissing, along with whispers of thanks, which didn't really do anything
to lessen the women's embarrassment, but did make them feel better,
somehow.
Again, it was Lori who supplied the stimulus that moved things forward.
"I'm hungry," she said, her voice high.� "Did you get anything to eat?"
"Full spread in the kitchen," said Bob, interested, in a professional
way, to see how these people reacted, after what was clearly an
unplanned and astonishingly erotic situation.� It was the first
time he'd been in a group sex situation, but he ignored his own
feelings, because of the opportunity to study the others.� He
could always reflect on what this meant to him later.
Lori simply got off him, and waded to the steps leading out of the
tub.� As she climbed over the edge, her young pussy wept thick,
white sperm, in clear view of everyone present, all of whom were
looking.
Bob grinned, thinking of the service that sent a guy over monthly to
service the tub.� The filter would be interesting, the next time
the guy showed up.
"I'll go get some towels," said Lori brightly, standing there naked, sperm running down her inner thighs.
She bounded off, running like a young deer.
The conversion from staying face to face, to the women sitting sideways
on their men's laps, happened slowly.� Bob stood up and, trying to
act normal, climbed out of the tub too.�� There were no
traces that his penis had just been involved in intercourse.� It
hung, like it had, lying on his ball sack.� He picked up his
clothing.� Instead of talking, which probably wouldn't do any
good, he just walked off toward the back door.
"What do we do now?" asked Roberta, nervously.
"It's silly to put our suits back on, just to get out and change," said Tiffany.� "I'm just going to get out."
She stood,� and one would have thought she was completely at home,
parading naked in front of them, were it not for the bright red flesh
of her upper chest, and cheeks.� Chuck stood and followed
her.�� There was no way to get out gracefully, though she
tried.�� Instead of bending over and lifting one leg out at a
time, like Lori had, Tiffany tried climbing the stairs, standing
erect.�� She held her arms out for balance, and Chuck
stabilized her by putting his hands on her hips.
"Thank you," she said, automatically, and then giggled.� �
Once out of the tub, the two looked pitiful, because the evening
temperature was probably thirty degrees cooler than the water they were
used to.� Tiffany covered hugged her breasts, but it was obvious
it was because of the cold, and not modesty that made her do it. �
Lori arrived back at the tub, still naked, her arms full of fluffy
towels.�� Tiffany snatched at one and wrapped it around her
shoulders.� She ran off on tiptoes toward the back door, only to
have to turn around and come back for her clothes, which she picked up
off the deck.� She got Chuck's too, and handed them to him,
smiling tentatively.� He had his towel hung over one shoulder,
unashamed of his nudity, and the fact that Jane, Crystal and Roberta
were staring at his now shrunken cock.� He understood, suddenly,
the thrill of being an exhibitionist.
Laughing, he grabbed Tiffany's hand and they ran for the house.
Lori stood, holding towels in both arms, her breasts and pussy showing.
"You guys getting out?" she asked, as if everything were as normal as pie.
Jane was the first to decide that, if Tiffany and Lori could do it, she
could too, and she stood up.� She blushed as her breasts broke the
water, but the look in Roger's eyes made her feel fabulous.� She,
like Tiffany, climbed up the stairs upright, and she looked down to see
semen oozing down her thigh.� Because of that, when Lori handed
her a towel, she wrapped it around her waist, instead of covering her
breasts.� Roger took a towel, but held it in his hands, walking
proudly beside her, at a sedate pace, toward the house.
"This is embarrassing," she whispered.
"I feel like the luckiest man alive," he said back.
Holding her hand, he kept his pace sedate, as he walked her to the bedroom where they'd changed into their swim suits.
Crystal stood next, pulling Woody up with her, and rubbed her lower
back.� She walked to the side of the tub and lifted one leg over,
followed by the other.� The dark blue surface of the tub rim was
left smeared with thick, milky white, and she gasped.� Woody
splashed some water up out of the tub and wiped the edge clean, without
a word.� He tried to get out the same way she did, but had to roll
over the rim, and he groaned as his balls were momentarily squashed.
"Silly!" said Crystal, taking a towel from Lori.�� Unashamed,
she wiped down her long body and held the towel in one hand, taking
another from Lori and draping it over Woody's back, as he bent over,
holding his privates.
"Come inside," said Crystal.� "I'll massage where it hurts and
make you feel better."� She giggled, half hysterically, which was
the only sign that she was barely in control of her composure.
She, like Roger, led her mate to the room where they had changed clothes.
Roberta looked at Jeff.
"I can't believe we did that," she sighed.
"I'm hard again," said Jeff, softly.
Her eyes widened, and then she frowned.� "You were looking at Crystal.� She's beautiful."
He reached for her.� "I'm not hard for Crystal," he said.� "I'm hard for you."
"I'll just leave these here," said Lori, setting the remaining towels on the deck.
Both Jeff and Roberta jumped.� They'd been so wrapped up in their
feelings, and with each other, they'd forgotten the young woman.�
They watched as she walked off, naked, and unashamed.
"How can she do that?" asked Roberta.
"She's just being herself," said Jeff.�� "I admire her."
"I guess we should get out," said Roberta.
"Why?" he asked.� "We're alone now."
He pushed her off his lap, where she had been hiding her breasts from
the others by pressing them against his chest.� Her eyes were side
as he positioned her, with her breasts out of the water, and leaned
down to suckle.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned.
"I'm hard again," he reminded her.
She reached for him and positioned him as he pulled her hips up toward
him.�� His entrance was assisted by the sperm he'd already
left there, though her pussy lips had been washed clean, and were
dragged inward by his prick.� She winced, and reached to pull at
her pussy lips, as he slid back out.� She sighed as he went back
in, and removed her fingers.
"I can't believe we're doing this," she moaned.
"You want to go upstairs?" he asked, referring to the room where, after Crystal and Woody had changed, they had then changed.
"Walk you in there with that thing all stiff?" she gasped.� "I don't think so."
"Yeah," he sighed, pushing deeply into her.� "Besides, Crystal and Woody might not be getting dressed anyway."
She squealed at the thought of walking in on Crystal and Woody, and the
image of Woody's backside, rising and falling between Crystal's thighs
made an orgasm rip through her.� She wondered if she were
perverted, briefly, and then pushed that thought away, to enjoy what
Jeff was doing to her.
==================================
Lori walked into the kitchen, still naked, to find Bob, in a pair of gym shorts, setting out food.
"You should probably get dressed," he said.
"I like being naked," she said.
"I like you being naked too, but it may make the others uncomfortable."
"OK," she said, in that simple, uncomplicated way she had.
She went back out to the hot tub, where Jeff was lustily thrusting into
Roberta, making the water splash over the rim of the tub.� They
were so involved with each other's pleasure that they didn't even
notice her as she retrieved her bikini.� She went to the master
bedroom and picked up a new T shirt.� She pulled it down over her
upper body and, when she saw that it went to mid thigh, ignored the
shorts she'd chosen, and left the room.
She went back to the kitchen, where Bob was nursing a beer.
"I'm horny," she announced.� "Roberta and Jeff are making love in the hot tub again."
"You're insatiable," Bob grinned.
"No," she said seriously.� "I'm just horny."
Somehow, despite her relative innocence, she knew to lift the front of the shirt, to show him she was naked under it.
He laughed, and took her to the master bedroom, where he closed the
door.� He put her on the bed, and took her from behind, so he
could reach around to diddle her clit.� She wiggled her bottom
against him, and dropped to lay her head on her folded arms, telling
him how good he was making her feel.
Woody closed the door to the guest bedroom, and locked it.� The
click of the lock as he turned the knob was loud in the quiet
room.� Crystal turned, and saw him standing there, his prick long
and hard again.
"Oh, Woody," she said helplessly.� "You have no idea how good you make me feel."
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," he husked, walking toward her.
In the other guest bedroom, the situation was much the same, except
that it was Jane who was the aggressor.�� When they got into
the room, she spun around in a circle and laughed.
"I can't believe how I feel!" she cried.�� "I'd never have
believed I could feel so free.� I bet I've skinny dipped a hundred
times, but this was like the first time for me."
Roger just stood there, grinning.
Jane went to him and pushed him toward the bed, on which their clothes
were lying.�� Her face lunged toward his groin, and she
sucked him into her mouth.
"Mamma wants more," she whispered to his penis, as she pulled off of it, sucking strongly.
She had just gotten him fully hard again, and had slid down his prick
with a groan, when Tiffany and Chuck, fully clothed, now, stepped out
of the bathroom on one wall.� Tiffany's gasp was loud in the quiet
room.
"Don't mind us," said Chuck, his voice steady.� "We're just passing through."
He took Tiffany's hand and pulled her, stumbling, as she craned her
neck to watch the two on the bed.� She got to watch a little
longer because Chuck had to fumble with the lock to get the door
open.� He finally pulled her into the hall and closed the door
again.
"It's not nice to stare," he admonished her.�� "Let's go get
something to eat," he said.� "They won't be in there
forever.�� When they come out, I'll be happy to take you back
in."
"Oooooo," squealed Tiffany, beginning to recover from the shock of
seeing two people making love, right in front of her.� It seemed
so different than what had happened in the hot tub, somehow.
When they got to the kitchen, the food was all spread out, though Bob
was nowhere to be found.�� Chuck went to the back door, where
he saw what was going on in the hot tub, with Roberta's bare legs
wrapped around Jeff's back, as he thrust lustily into her.��
He went back to the kitchen.
"Let's just eat," he said.� "I'm afraid to go looking anywhere
else.� Roberta� and Jeff are going at it like gangbusters in
the hot tub."
"Oh my gosh," moaned Tiffany.� "Can you BELIEVE this is happening?"
"I'm getting more used to the idea than I would have believed I could,"
admitted Chuck.� "This has turned out to be a wild ride."
"We did it, right there in front of everybody!" she said, her voice shaky.
"So did everybody else," he said, picking up a carrot stick, and popping it into his mouth.
"Do you think it was peer pressure that made us do that?" she asked, staring at him.
"You were the one who got naked first," he said, grinning.� "If any peers are to blame, you have to look in a mirror."
"I guess you're right," she said.� "I didn't mean for any of that
to happen, though.� Things got sort of carried away."
"What else is new?" he asked.� "I got carried away in the room,
the other night.�� Is this what all our students are going
through?"
"I hope to hell not," sighed Tiffany.� "If it is, there will be pregnant bellies all over school."
"It is what they're facing, in a way," he insisted.� "The urge to ... do things ... is hard to resist."
"I feel bad enough about what we've done," she said.� "And we're adults!"
"Do you really feel bad?" he asked.
She frowned.� "I want to say yes ... but I think that's the old
Tiffany.� Actually, I've never been happier in my life.� It's
just all so strange."
"Those rules," he said.� "They stick in your head, even though you don't want them to."
"The kids need those rules," said Tiffany.�� "We can't let them act like us!"
"Of course not," he said.� "But we have a much better understanding of what they might be going through, don't you think?"
She nodded slowly.� "You know, you might have something there."
"Maybe this seminar wasn't such a mistake after all," he suggested. �
Tiffany had a flash in her mind, as hordes of sex ed teachers, from all
over the United States, descended on the Halle Conference Center, to
attend one of Bob's seminars.�� The scene, in her mind,
turned into naked bodies everywhere, fucking like rabbits, in the rooms
... in the hot tub ... in the pool ... at the bar ... even in the
dining room.� She started giggling as she thought of Madge Turner,
the fifty-ish spinster at her school who was the terror of all kids who
even tried to hold hands in the halls.� She envisioned Madge,
sprawled on a bed, with a young man who looked uncomfortably like
Chuck, rutting between her legs, while Madge screamed for him to fuck
her like she deserved to be fucked.�� Her giggles turned to
laughter, and she couldn't stop.� She had to sit down, and almost
choked on the chicken she had been chewing when the scene jumped into
her mind.
Chuck started reviewing the Heimlich maneuver, in his mind, as she
coughed, and bits of chicken went everywhere.��� He
ended up behind her, with his arms around her, as she took a breath,
and laughed some more.�� Her hands came to his and pulled
them to her breasts, as she imagined she was Madge.�� He had
to hold her up, because she would have rolled on the floor in helpless
gales of laughter.
They trickled into the kitchen in pairs, grazing at the spread Bob had
laid out for them.�� While Bob was finishing up with Lori,
Jeff and Roberta finally came in, wrapped in towels.� They changed
much more quickly than the others had, and came back to the kitchen to
find Bob opening two bottles of wine.� People had already found
the beer and soda, and had helped themselves, but they weren't sure if
the wine was for them or not.� The discussion, naturally, ended up
being about what had happened.
The consensus was that it had been a lot more exciting, and lot less
threatening, than any of them might have though.� The fact that
none of them, except perhaps Lori, would have seriously considered
doing what they had already done, left them somewhat dazed.
"It was the right mix of people, at just the right time," suggested
Bob.� "I wouldn't recommend going back home and trying to organize
something like that, but there are clubs that people can join, who
specialize in exactly that kind of thing."
"I saw them on TV," piped Lori, who was still wearing only her T
shirt.� Rather than try to clean up all Bob's spend, she'd simply
gone into the bathroom and stuffed some toilet paper into her pussy
opening.� She liked the idea of keeping all his sperm inside her
anyway.� She imagined it still felt warm and gooey, even though
everything was the same temperature now.
"I'm not really interested in doing anything like that," said
Jane.� "I mean ... with THIS group ... I suppose it wasn't so bad
... but I could never, ever do that around strangers."
Several of the others, including men, agreed with her vocally, and the rest nodded.
"That's probably a good attitude to have," said Bob.� "Most of those organizations are more open minded than you guys."
"If this isn't open minded, I don't ever want to run into somebody who
is!" said Roberta.�� There were more nods of assent.
"Like I said," said Bob.� "This was just one of those perfect
storms, where things happen by chance.� How you felt about this
whole week is important for you to process, and work into your
relationships, because that will make them a lot more honest and
comfortable."
"I wish we could keep in touch," said Jane.� "Tomorrow's our last day, and I'm going to miss you all."
"Who says you can't keep in touch?" said Bob.� "You all live in the same state, don't you?"
"It's a pretty big state," said Tiffany.� "To be with
Chuck, I'm going to have to move three hundred miles."
"What about the phone?" asked Bob.
"That's not quite the same thing as being there," said Tiffany, thinking of what Roger and Jane had looked like, in bed.
"Anybody have a hot tub?" asked Jeff.
That people laughed proved they weren't as uncomfortable as they'd been
earlier.�� The normalcy of standing around, sharing a meal,
completely dressed, made them feel easier about what had happened,
which was now just a memory of something that was hard to believe
really happened.� At the same time, it was a little like seeing
newlyweds, just back from their honeymoon, when everyone knew what
they'd been doing, and a lot of them couldn't help trying to imagine
it.�� The comfortableness of the situation actually added to
the general level of background sexual excitement the whole group was
still feeling.
"It would be good to see all of you again," said Roberta.��
Her life had turned so topsy-turvy that she was now capable of voicing
most of what she felt ... quite a bit more, to Jeff himself. �
"We could form our own club," suggested Woody. �
"I think that's thinking a bit far into the future," said Bob.�
"As I understand it, this week is going to result in quite a bit of
anxiousness in the next few weeks and months."
He got nods from that too.
"We're getting married," said Roger, unceremoniously.
"We are too," said Crystal, blushing, for some reason.
"We're going to try," said Roberta, looking at Jeff, longingly.
"That makes it unanimous," sighed Tiffany.
They all turned, without thinking, to look at Lori.
"I don�t' think I'm ready to get married," she said.� "I just learned how to have sex!"
Bob relaxed.� It had been a tense moment, for him.� He knew
Lori had a major crush on him, and he didn't want to hurt
her.�� He started to think about how he would have dealt with
it, had she turned to him, the question in her eyes.� But she
hadn't, and he put it out of his mind.� That all the others had
formed what was intended to be permanent relationships blew his
mind.�� He had thought they might play, and that sex might be
had ... but marriage?� After knowing each other for only a
week?�� It was astonishing.
"Are any of you rushing this a bit?" he asked, carefully.
"Probably," said Jane.� "But I can't help how I feel about
him.�� He thinks it's love at first sight.� Maybe it is
... I don't know ... but I've never felt about any man like I feel
about him ... not even ..." She didn't finish, because she realized she
was about to say "my father".
"Your fianc�?"� Roberta finished it for her.
Jane blushed.� "Yes," she said, too quickly.
"I've been missing so much in my marriage," mused Roberta.� "I think it died a while back, and I didn't know it."
"I know exactly how you feel," said Tiffany.
"Anyway, what Jeff has shared with me is something I know I need.� If we can make it work out, I want to try."
"You still thinking about the swapping spouses thing?" asked Bob.
"Where did that come from?" asked Woody.
They explained "the plan" to him.�� His eyes sparkled, but he
didn't laugh.� "That's wild," he said.�� "If that works,
you could make a book out of it."
"This whole experience would make a good book," said Roberta.
They talked on for hours, bringing up stories about their youth, when
they dated, and got their hearts broken, and about dreams that never
panned out.�� Finally Tiffany yawned, and looked at her watch.
"Ohhhhh," she groaned.� "It's after midnight!"
"Last day, tomorrow," said Bob.�� "I assume you want to do the same thing you did today?"
"Maybe not the hot tub orgy," said Crystal, smiling tiredly.
"How about lunch together?" asked Woody, ever the social type.
They agreed, and Tiffany stood up.� "Got a phone?" she asked. "Did
anybody think to get the number for the cab company from one of the
drivers?"
"If you want, you can just crash here," said Bob.� "I've got
plenty of room.� There are two guest rooms, and the sofa pulls out
into a bed."
Roberta looked around.
"That still leaves us shy of a bedroom," she pointed out.��
She stood up.� "I'm not really sleepy anyway.� Jeff and I can
catch a cab back to the center."
"You sure?" asked Jane.�� "We could all go together."
"We've done enough ... together," said Roberta.� She smiled.�
"At least for one night."�� She smiled wider.� "If we
stay, somebody will offer to share a bed, and I don't think I'm ready
for that yet."
An hour later, had anyone been able to hear, into the rooms in the
house, that person would have heard the rhythmic thumping of bodies,
striking other bodies, and moans and groans, from three bedrooms, and
the living room as well.�� The unmistakable sounds of a woman
in orgasm would have caressed the listener's ears, along with the soft
grunts and signs of men, emptying their balls.
The listener might have drifted off to sleep then, as the lovers all
did, but would have been wakened four different times, that night, as
the beds got further workouts, and wombs were filled even more full of
sperm.
Had the listener been in Jeff's room at the Halle conference center ... it wouldn't have made any difference at all.
The next morning, Crystal got out of Bob's bed, which was the largest
in the house, and had been offered to her.�� She looked at
Woody, who was still asleep, and smiled.� She couldn't believe
what she was feeling.�� All the hurt, and anger, and
loneliness she had suffered for so long had just been vanquished by
this short man.�� She rubbed her stomach, thinking about what
was going to happen.�� It was a foregone conclusion, at least
as far as she was concerned.�� She would have this man's baby
... babies.�� Somehow, she felt sure this time, things would
turn out vastly different than they had the first time.� As a
shadow of doubt tried to prod its way into her mind, she pushed at it
firmly with her mental muscles.�� She trusted
Woody.�� She would learn to dance.
Life would be good.
She pulled on her clothes, and went downstairs, thinking to raid the
refrigerator for leftovers ... anything she could make into
breakfast.� It was the least she could do for Bob, assuming he
wasn't already up and doing the same thing.� That would be like
him.
He wasn't.� He was lying, asleep, on the couch, with Lori draped
over him.� Both were naked.� Lori looked so young she could
be his daughter, and Crystal felt a little twinge of conscience for
thinking that.�� Still, she knew that Lori was gloriously
happy ... would stay happy, as she started her new life, exploring all
those things she'd been denied in earlier years.� She felt another
twinge, a protective urge, to shield Lori from the inevitable broken
heart she would suffer, either from leaving Bob, or that some man would
inflict on her.� She sighed.� There was nothing Lori could do
about it, probably, and nothing a too-tall woman hundreds of miles away
could do about it either.� Crystal forged a determination to call
Lori a lot, in the weeks to come ... to offer herself as a confidant,
and friend.�� Crystal smiled, at the thought that the tallest
member of the group wanted to bond with the shortest.
She turned away to go to the kitchen.
Jane woke up to find Roger, lying on his side, just looking at
her.� They were both naked too and, as she stretched, he traced
around one nipple with his finger tip.
"I love you," he said.
"That's the first time you've said that," she replied, smiling.
"I was afraid to admit it," he said.� "I was afraid my ... habit
... would ruin everything."�� He leaned over to kiss the same
nipple.� "I don't think that's going to happen."
"As long as you only want me, I don't care who you fantasize about."
"I know," he said.� "But I care."
"You want more sex ... don't you?" she said, fluttering her eyelashes at him.
"Always," he said.�� "When I look at you ... always."
She rolled to her back and flung her arms wide.� One slapped on
the side of his arm, and she let her hand slide down that arm to his
hip, and onto his penis.� She was delighted to find it hard.�
She opened her legs for him too.
"Come get it, lover," she cooed.
Chuck woke up to find Tiffany's breast in his face, her nipple flat and
lifeless.� He didn't have to move an inch to stick his tongue out
and tease the bud.�� It didn't do anything, initially, but he
had fun licking it anyway.�� Then, slowly, it engorged.
"What are you doing?" came her muffled voice, from up above him.
"One of my favorite things,"� he said.
"I thought you wanted to take it slow," she teased.
"I do," he said, moving his face to suck at the nipple.� He let it
pop out of his mouth.� "For example, I only want to have one baby
at a time."
"You're going to come see me in two weeks?" she asked.
"Wild horses couldn't keep me away."
"Want to practice?" she asked, pushing her breast into his face.
"I have morning breath," he said.
"Me too," she agreed.�� "I'll get on top."
"Deal," he said, rolling to his back.
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At the Halle conference center, in room 115, Jeff woke up to find Roberta already up and in the bathroom.
"You want to go get something to eat?" he asked.
"No," she called back.� "I prefer brunch."
"OK," he said, stretching.
"I'm glad you're awake," she said, coming out of the bathroom, a
toothbrush in her hand.� "I borrowed yours," she said, looking at
the floor, like a little girl, caught using her mother's perfume.
"I don't mind," he said.
She came to the bed.� There was toothpaste on the brush, and she
stuck it in his mouth.�� He brushed as she stood by the bed,
naked, and then bounded up to go spit and rinse.�� He took
care of his morning piss boner at the same time.� When he came
out, she was lying spread eagle on the bed.
"I need you," she moaned, one finger rolling circles around her clit.� "And you're all soft!"
"Not for long, darling," he said, climbing on the bed.� "Not for long."
Bob woke up to the smell of fresh coffee.�� Lori was lying on
top of him like a rag doll, left carelessly there by a little
girl.�� When he tried to get out from under her, she wiggled
and moaned into his shoulder.
Crystal appeared at the doorway to the kitchen.
"Breakfast is ready, such as it is," she said, looking at the naked
couple.�� "You want me to carry her upstairs?� I assume
she has some clothes over here."
"You assume correctly," said Bob, grinning.� "But only because,
when we went shopping for more outfits, she left a couple here."
"You won't hurt her ... will you?" asked Crystal, her voice low.
"I won't hurt her," said Bob.
"She's nuts about you, you know," said the older woman.
"I know," said Bob.� "I'm kind of fond of her too."
"Just fond?" asked Crystal.
Lori lifted her head, and looked around, blearily. �
"What?" she said.
"It's time to get up," said Bob.� "Crystal made breakfast for us."
"OK," said the girl, her voice sleepy.� "I'll go get dressed."
She levered herself up, and crawled off the couch bed.
"Morning, Crystal," she said, walking naked past the amused woman, and heading for the master bedroom.
"Woody might still be sleeping," said Crystal.� "Tell him it's time to get up, OK?"
"Sure," said the young woman, rubbing her eyes.
"He might be naked," warned Crystal.
"That's OK," said Lori, starting up the stairs.
Crystal's eyes followed the innocent, but not so innocent woman,
thinking she'd like to see what happened up there.� She knew Woody
would behave himself, but it would still probably be comical if Lori
woke him up before she got dressed.� She remembered Bob hadn't
answered her last question and turned to find him standing, unashamedly
naked, in front of her.
"More than fond," said Bob.�� "I've been putting off thinking about that ... but more than just fond."
"Good," said Crystal, her eyes raking up and down Bob's body.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" asked Bob, amused.
"Your pair partner is probably standing over my pair partner, staring
at his penis," said Crystal, her voice smoky.�� "I'm a lot
less uncomfortable around short men now than I was when I got
here.� You're kind of cute."
Bob laughed.�� "Talk to me at the reunion," he
chuckled.�� "I don't have anything left because of that girl
up there."�� He groaned, and rubbed his hair.� "And
today's our last day ... at least for a while.� I'm going to need
the break," he finished.
"You just make her last day as good as days one-through-four," said Crystal. �
"Yes, Ma'am," said Bob, saluting.� His penis flopped, and Crystal licked her lips suggestively.
Bob hit the stairs at a run.
It was Bob, therefore, who got to see Lori, standing over Woody, both
of them naked as Jaybirds, shaking his shoulder, and watching his
morning wood wobble back and forth.
"You have to get UP, Woody," Lori was whining.� "Crystal said so!"
Woody's eyes came open, and then popped wide open, as he saw Lori's
perky breasts and ever-stiff nipples before his shocked eyes.
"OK!" he gasped, his hands covering his boner.
Lori looked up and saw Bob, and smiled. �
"His looks different than yours," she said happily.� "He doesn't
have a foreskin!�� I bet it feels lots different inside."
Woody moaned and rolled, falling on the floor in his haste to get away
from Lori, who he expected at any second to reach for the object she
was discussing, to see if it felt different too.�� He
scurried into the bathroom and slammed the door.� Bob noticed
Woody's clothing was still on the floor, where he had taken it off, the
night before, and picked it up.� He went to the door, knocked
lightly, opened the door a foot, and thrust the bundle inside.� It
was taken from his hand instantly.
"We'd better get dressed," said Bob.
"I know," said Lori.� She looked at him, though, and didn't move.
"Today's our last day," she said sadly.
"How do you feel about that?" asked Bob, the psychologist.� He winced.
"I was wondering ..." she said.
"About what?" he asked, feeling dread seep into his gut.
"I don't start my job for another month, and I don't have a place to
live yet.�� My stuff is all in storage.�� I guess I
could go there, and get an apartment, or a house or something, but then
I'd have to pay rent and I don't get paid until school starts."
"Hmmm" said Bob, the dread lightening a little.� He could hear where this was headed.
"So I was wondering if maybe I could just stay here for a week or two,
and THEN go find an apartment.�� I could clean, and stuff
like that to earn my keep."
"You don't have to earn your keep," said Bob.� "I like having you around."
"For the sex," she stated.� There was no judgment in her voice.� It was just a statement.
"For much more than the sex," he said.
"Really?"� Her face lit up.� "I have to earn my keep," she
said,� her face going serious.� I don't want to be a whore."
Bob went to her and put a finger under her chin, lifting it until he could plant a kiss on her lips.
"You're nothing like a whore, and never will be," he said firmly.�
"You're just a woman, between college and her first job, who I find
fascinating and interesting."
"But you'll still have sex with me ... even after the seminar is over ... won't you?" she asked.
"Do you think I've been having sex with you only because of the seminar?" he asked.
"Well ... sure ... we're partners," she said.
"I have so much to teach you," said Bob, kissing her again.� "I
had sex with you because I like you.� You make me feel young
again."
"You're not that old," she said.
"I've been feeling old, but you fixed that."
"So ...." she let it drag out.
"I'd be happy to let you crash here for a while.� You can use the
phone, to make arrangements.� You can do the grocery shopping for
me, and wash the dishes, and water the plants, if that will make you
feel better."
"And you'll have sex with me?"� Her eyes gazed into his.
"Not quite as often as we have been," he said, smiling.� "You're wearing me out."
"Only two or three times a day?" she asked, looking sad.
Bob laughed again.� He felt so alive when he was with this priceless young woman.
"Maybe four, once in a while," he said, smiling.
"OK," she said. �
Then she turned, picked up one of her new outfits, and began to get dressed.
