Chapter 5

“He’s not responding still?” Susannah told the others as they walked in a pack towards Ron’s office. He had fled the end of the period like a bat out of hell. “I’d been getting my texts returned.”

“Me too,” Joss frowned.

“Well, maybe this is the no evidence thing he was talking about?” Aly suggested. “Wouldn’t make sense to have us blowing up his phone twenty four seven.”

“I guess not,” Susannah said. “But we had tried on all of those clothes and lingerie. He hadn’t seemed to get any of our pictures. How’ll we know what he likes?”

“Your plan of not knowing, so wear nothing did a number on him,” Olivia muttered.

“It did, didn’t it?” Susannah said. “We all agreed?”

“His office at the end of his posted hours.” CH said. “In the meantime, I got this class off. I’m going to hunt down Ger.”

Ger had put her sore feet back into the stilettos she had matched to her skirt suit. She untied, brushed, and retied her hair into her bun. She returned to her office and ignored the worrying look from the office cluster secretary.

“Ron’s not going to be here until his office hours.” Ger saw CH waiting on a plastic chair next to the chemistry professor’s door.

The girl in the flannel, denim, and ballcap looked up and down Geri. CH tilted her head. She stared, like the cartoon of a boy, at her Ger’s breast. She nodded.

“Turn around.” CH gestured with a twirling finger.

“Not out here, we have to keep the rules and being this sloppy is no good for anyone. If you want a look follow me in.” Geri unlocked her office and swayed her ass as she entered. CH closed the door behind them.

“You look hot,” CH said. “I think I want to fuck you.”

“That’d mess up my hair and wardrobe. I’ve got two--Wait, one sec.” She yanked out a drawer of her desk and pulled out an add/drop class form. “What do you do on Wednesday afternoons?”

“I’ve got Chemistry lab with Ron.”

“Can you switch it?” Ger asked.

“Not to one of the groups Ron oversees.”

“Not good,” Ger declared. “You’re horny? You’ll still have to help me fill that class.”

“I’m not giving up Ron.”

“Get one of the other girls to.” Ger walked behind CH and pushed her shoulders to the desk. It wasn’t a big oak one like Ron’s, she wouldn’t put two women atop it but sitting CH on it was fine. CH looked up when she was lifted and dropped onto the edge. “This is down payment. You’re not messing me up for my later classes.”

CH ignored Gei and began unbuttoning the professor’s top. Ger smacked her hands away. CH redoubled and took Ger’s breasts in hand.

“If you’re going to do this--” Ger grabbed CH’s hands and squeezed them tighter on her own tits. Ger gave CH a two-step squeeze and rub that felt good. Ger preferred bigger hands and more grip strength but the look in CH’s eyes was perfect. “Now lift your butt.”

Ger unzipped, unfastened, and unbelted CH’s jeans. She eased them down off the edge of the desk to fall off the teen’s knees and around her ankles. The girl was wearing boring white cotton panties. Ger stuffed her fingers down the front of them.

“Get wet and get there quick. I have my job and you have classes,” Ger demanded.

“Oh,” CH squeaked. Her body twitched and she amplified every response. She moaned, harder. She panted, deeper. She bucked, further. She let her eyes look down Ger’s cleavage and thought of Olivia’s ass or Aly’s legs. Maybe Joss’s smile or Susannah’s eyes?

“Did you get your birth control papers for Ron?” Ger leaned over CH, with one hand flat down on the surface of her desk.

“Y-yes!” The pleasure came up and out of CH’s throat volcanically. She wanted his male hands, his man’s body, his boy’s smile, Ron’s cock.

“Bite your lips if your going to get any louder,” Ger warned. “You get caught with your pants down in Ron’s or my office and you’re out of the harem.”

CH bit her lips together. She drove her chin into her collar. She shut her eyes and shook her head.

Ger hadn’t fingered another girl since a ninth grade sleepover. This was better. She had control and power and CH was giving back. She could keep her shoulders back and her attention detached.

CH’s legs jumped with spasms. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the lip of desk. She bit harder. She eased up not wanting mouthful of blood.

Ger slapped the moan out of CH’s lips. Her fingers dug deeper into the girl who was sent over the edge by the hit. Ger grabbed CH’s whole jaw and forced her palm tight. It muffled the pleasure only a little.

“Shut up and cum,” Ger demanded.

CH nodded madly. She had very little success shutting up. Her pussy seemed to suck on Ger’s fingers. Her muscles began to relax and her spine began to jelly.

“Good?” Ger asked as she slipped her hand out of CH’s underwear. She grabbed a few tissues from her desk and wiped spit off of one hand and girlcum off the other.

“Wow.” CH said.

“Yeah, wow. I’ll text you the address tonight. Make sure one of the girls knows she’s signing up to my class.” Ger slapped the add/drop to CH’s chest. “And clean your puddle off my desk.”

His first week of classes had turned into the best week of his life. Ron leaned back as Ger drove out to the little suburb that was becoming his new home. He smiled at the redheaded woman in the beautiful top and skirt. He was so lucky. He was going to have to look into mad science.

They pulled in and the furniture store truck was backed up into his driveway. Neighbors were looking out of windows. A woman walking her dog seemed shocked to see him. He waved as he got out of the car.

“They’re surprised the murder home is getting rented.” Ger explained.

“Yeah, I get that.” He opened the trunk and pulled out his suitcases.

Ger hefted her purse on his shoulder and stopped two deliverymen carrying a mattress into the front door.

“Hi, if we give you guys a $200 will you carry in Ron’s luggage and the totes in my backseat.”

“Lady, this place creeps me out. I want nothing--”

“$150 apiece,” said the younger.

“Sold. I’ll leave you boys to it.” She turned back with a smile and took the wheelie bag out of Ron’s hand and set his stuff down by the back wheel of his car.

“I’m a big boy--”

“You’re a grown man. This is what money’s for,” she said. “Now give me the tour.”

The movers had been there an hour already. They were finishing up the second upstairs bedroom now. Ger’s advice. There wasn’t a God-King sized mattress built to hold one man and six women. Plus, he did have family who may want to visit. The house was divided into the two units, four bedrooms, three baths, two living rooms, two kitchens. If all seven of them were over, they’d have enough room.

“Yeah, more than I expected to spend, but this is a lovely home for half the price it should cost me.”

“More like a third,” Ger smirked. “Let’s pay off the movers so we can make the beds and break them in.”

“Jesus.” The movers were coming back out of the last bedroom. The older one fraternally punched Ron in the shoulder as he smiled by.

“Hey, Geri. Do you remember me? We went to high school together and--”

“Of course. I’m also not about to wax nostalgic and catch up.” She slipped an arm around Ron. “There’s just the suitcases by the back tire, the bag from Bed Bath & Beyond, and the two totes. Thanks so much.”

“Oh.” He wandered out after the elder one who laughed like a bully. Ron pulled Ger in for a kiss.

“Sweet sexy!” Aly singsonged as she trotted through the front door and around the movers. “This is so much bigger than where I grew up. You’ve got a yard!”

Ron frowned to see Aly and Olivia trotting in. Olivia looked up through her bangs and shared Ron’s melancholy. Olivia had her own unhappiness and Ron took it as sharing. Aly bounced, and on her giant legs Ron was happy there was nothing breakable on shelves yet, over and hugged the stuffing out of Ger and Ron.

“Some guys are just lucky,” The older mover rubbed the younger’s shoulder. “Hi, we put everything in the front room.”

“Oh, of course.” Ger unslung her purse and started counting out bills.

“I think I can--”

“Pish-posh.” Ger shook her head. “You didn’t bring cash like this with you.”

“Bye Geri.”

“Quit sniffing up another man’s tree.” The elder dragged off the younger.

“How are you here?” Ron pushed Aly to arms length.

“Uber,” Olivia answered.

“Great, you girls are terrible at this no evidence thing,” he said.

“Does that mean we have to go?” Aly worried.

“No, I’ll be driving you home. Now help me make the bed and we can start having sex.” Ger was directing but Olivia was already carrying the Bed Bath & Beyond bag to the master bedroom.

Susannah had mastered her five inch heeled stripper boots. Her leather skirt covered her ass for 95% of any given step. She was wearing a bra and an open vest. More women were giving her hateful looks than men were salivating. She crossed her ankles deeply with every step.

“Those aren’t really lab appropriate footwear.” Ron frowned when she walked in the door.