Chapter 21

I had three hot girls begging me to take them to my bedroom. Down the hall I had three other hot girls blind in the throes of passion expecting me to join them.

The decision was trivial.

I went straight to the cafeteria.

Marie and Paula came with me. Lynsey said she was gonna make sure someone had changed my bed sheets since the last orgy.

Having six, eight actually! The Baker sisters! Eight women at your disposal. I was never gonna have to do laundry again. There wouldn’t be garbage on my floor. I’d never pick my own clothes again. Every thermostat was going to be three degrees too hot. Silence was a distant memory. I didn’t get a lot of choice about what went onto my tray.

The price of that burger was...

“What are you grinning about, idiot?” Marie asked as I set our trays down on the table. Paula just had a coffee and sat on my left.

I answered her with a snuggle against Marie and another against Paula. I didn’t say a word. I just picked up the greasy burger I had finagled away from their meddling. Everything else I had was a salad, I couldn’t even make it a ranch dressing soup.

I had water to drink. I was never touching pop again under their watch.

There was no god.

OK, I just looked at the smiles the girls had for me.

There was a god, and I was it.

It was the end of the supper serving time, but there were still a few dozen others in the cafeteria. I had picked the far table and put my back to the rest of the room. My hood hung low over my face. I ate at speed.

“Chewing’s an option. You shouldn’t unhinge your jaw and swallow things like a snake,” Paula suggested.

“Yeah, but it takes practice to get things down your throat whole,” Marie said. “You’ll help me practice, won’t you?”

I grinned, but didn’t answer. If I wanted to get to bed, I had to get fed.

The buzz, click, spin, and all other distracting sensations in the cafeteria were compounding and growing. I almost missed the snarky and jealous comments being thrown at me.

“How come jerks get all of the pussy?”

“You think Jordan’s a jerk?”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like Jordan. I always thought he was a nice guy.”

“Maybe he was. But, he stopped saying hi to anybody. He hides in the corner with his back to everyone. And all he does is drag the hottest girls to his bedroom.”

“So it’s not that jerks get all the pussy, but that that much pussy turns you into a jerk?”

“Fuck, I’m not going to bitch to a pre-law student ever again.”

I stuffed the last forkful of rabbit food in my mouth.

“Let’s go,” I said.

Marie shoved her face to mind. I moved to kiss her, smiling. Her nose twitched.

“There were onions on that burger. Mouthwash and toothbrush,” she said, skipping up and away from me. She grabbed Paula’s hand.

“What? I’m not finished with my coffee.”

“You need to brush your teeth too,” Marie said. “Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

Her energy was infectious. I would’ve went over and said hello to Kurt, Amy, and Lu, the three who had been grumbling about my newfound jerkness, but turning my face to scan the room hit me in the brain like a wrecking ball. I set my eyes on Marie’s swinging hips and followed my nose.

Elevator up and we went straight for my room. Paula branched off for her own dental hygiene. I pushed open the door.

I should’ve known Lynsey hadn’t been cleaning up. I never locked my dorm room door. The girls came and went whenever. I’m sure she had cleaned it up earlier.

Instead she was getting herself ready.

I had never known the benefits of lingerie until now. My goal had always been to get the girl naked as quickly and efficiently as possible.

There had been a flaw in my plan!

That flaw was present, leaning back against the wall beside my bed, her legs spread just enough to draw the eye up to her crotch. Lynsey smiled, her lipstick a dark purple and her eyes overshadowed.

She looked incredibly hot.

Her hair had been done when I went down to eat. She had it wavy, framing her smokey eyes and daring grin. Maybe her makeup had been too. I just hadn’t noticed. But with the way her tits were on display now, it was a miracle I had noticed she had a face at all.

Her bra and g-string were black and laced with pink. Lynsey was a small woman, with not tiny tits, but she wasn’t in my top 5. She was seventh, actually, over Paula, under Vickie. However, when you cupped them and thrust them forward in this wonder of science and engineering.

“Jesus! Nice girl!” Marie said. “God, I feel underdressed. I just didn’t wear a bra or underwear.”

I flashed my head over to Marie, I had been mesmerized by Lynsey.

Marie was wearing jeans.

“I’m not wearing panties.” Is a sexy thing for a girl to say, when she has a skirt on. I was magnetting back to Lynsey.

My head turning and my eyes lighting back up was mirrored in Lynsey’s mix of anticipation and insecurity. She squared her shoulders and pushed her tits out more.

“Don’t hold a pose that’s gonna break you,” Marie said, shoving my toothpaste and brush in my hand. “He’s not gonna be back for a moment.”

“Mouthwash,” I pointed to my desk.

Lynsey lost the stiffness in her spine. The movement of her boobs nearly broke my neck in the turn to see. Marie shoved the Crest bottle in my left hand and ushered me out my door.

I was slugged by Paula’s and a bunch of other minds. Dammit! Going from distraction in a calm empty room to normal attention in a moderately busy hallway hit me like a ton of bricks. I staggered into the wall. Paula lifted my elbow.

“You alright?”

“Brain rush,” I said, trying to describe things. “Thank you.”

I stood up and walked with my hood down to the washroom. Fifteen steps. I should’ve asked Paula to flip my hood up, but her hands had been full as well.

I took a deep breath when the bathroom door closed. There was someone else pissing. Another guy getting a shower in the sectioned off left.

Men’s brains didn’t buzz the same way as women’s. There were only two. I didn’t even need my hood up.

The door could open, I could still get steamrolled. I did throw it up before I squeezed the Colgate on my toothbrush.

The door swung inward.

“He~ey! You did make it home!” Ira shouted brightly as she marched brazenly into the men’s washroom.

“Ah fuck, I was hoping taking a shit would be the one place I wouldn’t have to deal with Jordan drama!”

“Jordan’s not living a drama! He’s in a porn!” Ira shouted back. “Take your shit and go!”

She giggled madly and came up to me. “Do you get it? Take your shit and go? Cause he’s taking a shit? And going is to take a shit? And if he doesn’t want to know about all the goings on he should just fucking go?”

“You’re really fucking clever, Ira!” Shouted the showering man.

“Ah! Thank you Wudi!” Ira said. She laughed.

“Hi,” I said around the toothbrush.

“Seriously, all you have to do is listen to the jealous bitching and you know when the man himself has arrived,” Ira said.

“Envious!” Wudi corrected.

“Right, envy is wanting what someone else has. Jealous is fearing someone’s gonna take what you have,” Ira said.

“Covetous might be a better word!” said the shitter. I think it was Kurt.

“OK,” I said, spitting my toothpaste out and leaning down to take the water straight from the tap for the rinse and spit.

“Gross,” Ira chuckled.

“I am not interested in having a pedantic grammar lesson in the bathroom,” I said, taking a shot of Crest mouthwash and beginning to swish.

“It’s more of a pedantic vocabulary lesson,” Wudi said, walking out with a towel around his waist. He waved with the hand carrying his shampoo and walked straight out the door in his flip-flops. Dripping a little bit as he headed back to his room.

I spat.

“Let’s go! Let’s see Vickie!”

“What’s she wearing?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake! None of your girls are wearing clothes!” Kurt was getting really frustrated.

I almost tried to say something nice and friendly. Ira opened the door ahead of me. I was hit by the movement in the hallway.

“Ira! I know you like girls! But you don’t actually have a dick!”

“Yeah I do,” she grabbed my elbow and pulled me out of the washroom. “He’s right here.”

I waved and ducked my head down lower to cover more directions with my hood.

“That was so homophobic you piece of shit!” Ignoring Ira’s laughter, a verbal fight broke out down the hall. Ira and I had no attention for it. She led me by my door. I had to force us to stop.

“Why?” she turned on me. I had loaded my teeth, biting down on the brush and tail of the toothpaste to open my door. “Oh! Sure!”

She followed me and whistled brightly for Lynsey.

“Gah!” Lynsey covered herself. She laughed and put her hands down. I took a deep breath as the door closed.

Paula and Marie took my dental stuff and loaded them up on the shelf by the desk. I pulled my hood back and lifted my head.

Four brains, they were pretty fuzzy, but every touch I had was already flying in the near double-digits. Eight, nine, nine, seven, nine, eight, eight, seven, ten.

The ten appeared as Ira climbed up on the bed with Lynsey. I decided not to make a mess of things and left their minds alone. I needed to get to a clear mind first and foremost. The quickest we had ever done it had been over three hours.

Vickie and Avril were going hard down the hall.

Marie was the only one who was dressed, still wearing her t-shirt and jeans. She had kicked off her boots and pulled off her socks, but otherwise she was dressed as she reclined in my computer chair.

Paula was unhooking her bra, her last piece of clothing, as I looked at her. I dragged her to me and kissed her. Ira was running her hands over Lynsey. Ira’s hair was a mess and she had untied and let her robe hang loose the second I had taken my eyes from her. Marie hopped out of the chair.

“Hey, um,” I grabbed her hands before she could yank her t-shirt hem up and toss away her top. “I need you for a mission.”

“Anal?” she asked. “Paula where’s the–”

Paula had a squat tube in her hand.

Marie grinned and saluted brightly. “Awesome! I–”

“I need someone to check in on Avril and Vickie,” I said.

“I can do anal!” Lynsey said. “Don’t worry, Marie.”

Marie flashed daggers at Lynsey for that. Lynsey frowned, she had only been trying to help. I knew what her brain looked like from the inside.

“Dammit!” Marie kissed me and stuffed her bare feet into her boots. Her coat and other winter stuff must’ve been in Paula and Lynsey’s room. She stomped out the door. I approached the bed and staggered for the two seconds the door was open. Ira rushed over and caught me.

“Vickie’s in her room?” Lynsey asked, worriedly.

“Yeah, uh, Ira and Avril have been working on her for at least an hour now,” I said.