Chapter 6: With Two Girls

Section 6.1

In the morning, I woke up without an alarm and decided to make myself some coffee first. Before going to the kitchen, I glanced out the window. Fog, thick as smoke, enveloped the trees in the grove, where drops of night rain trickled down the trunks; tall, wet grass trembled from gusts of wind, and a small lake, barely visible behind trunks and dense bushes, gleamed in the rays of the rising sun.

Having admired the view, I headed for the kettle. Already standing in the kitchen doorway, I caught myself asking a question—what grove was I just looking at?

I rushed back to the window, but looking out, instead of unfamiliar trees, I saw the courtyard of my apartment building. I rubbed my eyes—the yard was just as it should be: the familiar parking lot, a sports ground, a few short trees, and a flowerbed. Looking closely at the flowers enclosed by old painted tires, I forgot what had unsettled me just a minute ago.

Utterly bewildered, I headed back to the kitchen. When the sharp aroma of coffee—and a moment later, its taste—invigorated my mind, I chalked the whole thing up to a half-asleep haze. Only after enjoying the taste of my drink did I get to my morning workout, after which I had breakfast.

After breakfast, I packed my bag and set off for university. On the way, I tried to focus on the upcoming classes, but my thoughts stubbornly returned to yesterday evening, bringing up conflicting emotions—my dick reacted with arousal, my heart with anxiety. I derived sexual pleasure from remembering the sight of three naked female bodies, and one part of me longed to touch them again, regardless of all the circumstances. On the other hand, I couldn’t help feeling anxious about how events were unfolding independently of me. What also unsettled me was the ease with which Anya had “shared” me—her actions clearly lacked any trace of jealousy.

I was pulled out of these thoughts by Marta’s voice.

“Hey, tomcat, are you ignoring us or what?”

Two girls—the aforementioned Marta and Tanya with her—blocked my path.

“Did you spend the whole night thinking about mice, and now you’re walking around in a daze?”

“Hi,” I greeted the girls. “No, just a lot on my mind—studies and all that.”

“We know what’s on your mind—pretty kitties, nothing else. What else would a cat think about in early spring?”

“It’s starting to annoy me that you keep comparing me to a cat.”

“Oh my...”

I tried to step around the girls, but they didn’t let me.

“You’re not getting away from us that easily this time,” Tanya stated.

“What do you want?”

“Want a chocolate bar? With nuts, just how you like it.”

The girl pulled a bar of chocolate from her bag.

“What do you want?” I repeated my question.

“All we want is for you to meow,” Marta answered.

“What?”

“If you meow, we’ll back off and won’t bother you for the rest of the week. If you don’t, we’ll bug you all day.”

I let out a heavy sigh and looked around—the morning university yard was almost deserted, with the nearest person passing by at least thirty meters away. I didn’t want to humiliate myself in front of the girls, but after thinking it over, I decided there was nothing too crazy about their demand, and if they really wouldn’t bother me for the rest of the week, it was a fair deal.

“Meow...”

“Louder and clearer.”

“Meow-meow. Meeeow?”

The girls burst out laughing, Marta handed me the chocolate, and the two friends turned around, giggling as they headed toward the shop. I made my way to the building’s entrance.

I walked into the lobby, where the usual student noise reigned: someone was finishing lecture notes on a windowsill, someone was loudly discussing weekend plans. Passing by a large mirror near the coat check, I paused for a moment—from the glass, an ordinary guy in a jacket with a backpack over his shoulder looked back at me. Looking at a person like that, it would never cross your mind that yesterday he was pleasing three girls at once.

“Artem!”

I flinched and turned around. Sofia was standing near the benches, holding an open folder in her hands. Today she wasn’t wearing a jacket, just a light blouse that accented her figure, and her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. Vika was standing beside her, but she wasn’t looking at me—she was looking off to the side, nervously twiddling with the strap of her bag.

“Give me your lab reports. You filled them out, right?”

Silently, I pulled out a plastic sleeve with the lab report and handed it to her.

“We’ll copy it real quick and give it right back.”

The girls headed toward a quieter spot, while I remained standing by the mirror. Anya’s absence created a strange vacuum; without her, the morning felt empty.

A few minutes later, Natalya and Olya—two of my classmates—walked up to me, interested in the same lab report as Sofa and Vika. I told the girls where to find the needed assignment and, watching them walk away, found myself wondering—did they have secrets of their own too?

Section 6.2

Four periods, one of which was a lab session, passed without any major incidents. Having served our time in class, Sofia, Vika, and I walked into the student council office, where I began undressing to work off the morning’s incomplete physical routine.

“Vika,” Sofia said to her friend as she watched me strip, “you should get some exercise done too.”

“Right after you,” the student shot back immediately.

“Don’t get cheeky, or I’ll whip you with a belt like Anya does to Tyoma. You won’t be able to sit.”

While the girls were talking, I had already undressed. Since the leader demanded a video report, I had to wait until the girls finished joking around and Sofa turned on the video recording on her phone. She set the phone on the desk, propping it up against a stack of folders, and I began working off my reps.