Chapter 23

I woke up under the collective weight of my six college girlfriends. I had a total of eight, but I didn’t think the cuddle pile pyramid would reach its apex until after I moved out of the dorms. I should start looking for an apartment. A three bedroom split nine ways might be affordable. A fuck room, a sleep room, and a third room. Yeah, that sounded like the dream.

But I was now awake, on the bottom of seven, or mostly the bottom. One of Paula’s knees was under one of mine, but otherwise she lay face down across Lynsey’s butt who was across my chest and nose deep in Marie’s feet.

Rule one, king sized beds, none of this twin bed dorm room bullshit.

Or a queen, a little bit of forced cuddling wouldn’t bother me. I groaned.

“Oh, god...” Marie rasped, sitting back and rubbing her bare ass over my forehead.

“Your elbows are so pointy...” Avril groaned.

“Mine? Sorry?” Vickie sounded the most awake.

“I couldn’t say for certain,” Avril said. “Is Lynsey dead?”

“Deadish...” Lynsey answered.

I just smiled. I had my piss boner hard. I needed to get up, but I also didn’t want to hurry. I closed my eyes and felt out the brains in the room.

That was Vickie’s! I could spot it in the fractal chaos! Upside down and everything, it was just different. So different that it was a beacon in the fog.

“Hey!” Vickie said, tiredly, running a hand up my morning hard cock. The recognition and contemplation of my sex organ tornadoed her up from the bottom, from thought to reaction. I still had a beautiful butt on my face, so I couldn’t say Vickie’s eyes were lidding over and her smile bloomed droopily outwards, but I had seen her horny face enough to recreate it from memory.

“Another round?” Avril asked, brightly.

“Another round?!” gasped Paula. She groaned heavily.

“What are you complaining about?” Marie asked, taking someone’s hand to lever herself off of me and wobble to the carpet. “You hardly got used to it at all last night.”

“I’ve had a sore pussy for days!” Paula groaned pathetically.

“Aw, pwincess,” Marie kissed Paula on the cheek. “Which underwear are mine? I gotta walk of shame back to my dorm. It’s almost too late to get proper ready for class.”

“Oh, what time is–”

Paula’s alarm went off interrupting Marie.

“Almost quarter to seven,” Paula said.

“Jesus, fuck what are we doing up this early?”

“Literally nothing!” Lynsey said, having not moved off of my chest.

“Smart!” Avril giggled and threw herself across my upper body, rubbing her bare tits in my face.

“Fucking liberal arts students,” Marie muttered. “OK, the other black bra is way too small to be mine, so I think I got my stuff. “Bye Jordan! I’d kiss you farewell but there’s a naked Asian girl in my way.”

“Just kiss Avril’s ass,” Vickie panted. “It’ll travel straight through.”

Avril giggled and squealed as Marie followed that advice. Avril jumped and moaned when the kiss was followed by a spank.

“Why’d you wanna slap Jordan?” Paula asked, I got a view of her bent over digging fresh jeans out of her wardrobe.

“Oh, that was for Avril!” Marie said. “Bye-bye!”

“Byuh!” I said, getting tit-smothered before I could completely reply.

Vickie added her mouth to her handjob and I realized I was gonna need to piss before I could cum and I didn’t want to do that to her. I finally struggled free. Lynsey limply slid to the carpet and began worming her way across to her own bed. She face-planted down on the pillow.

Hm...

Ira was sucking my cock, Vickie was just holding her roommate’s head from behind.

“I gotta pee,” I said, brushing Ira’s hair from her bright eyes.

She moaned and shook her head and fought Vickie’s hands before she could get her mouth off.

“You’re really taking to cock pretty quickly,” Lynsey said, but she was already tightly clenching her pillow. She yawned and conked out pretty quickly.

“That’s not true,” I said. I leaned forward and kissed Ira on the lips. “She’s taken to me. She’s still really lesbian. And loves you girls.”

“Aw, we love you too, Ira!” Paula said, dressed in her bathrobe. She had clothes out and folded on the foot of Lynsey’s bed. Lynsey snored and was short enough not to risk kicking them off later.

“I think getting Paula to take to pussy was...” Vickie shuddered to a stop, overwriting whatever she was going to say. Ira squealed as Vickie tackled her down onto Paula’s bed.

I grinned, picked up my stuff, leaving Lynsey to sleep and Ira and Vickie to do their college roommate experiment. I expected rigorous scientific replication from them now.

It was early, the only people that should be up had eight thirty classes - engineering and science students. I was in sciences, chemistry, but I had taken the better calculus 2 and had a whole hour. I floated through the minds in the hallway. Never as many as had been in the room with me and my girls. Showered up, only two other dudes in there and dude-minds were always harder for me to clarify anyways.

I headed out early.

The morning in the city was frigid but bright. I was bundled up in a parka and hoodie. I needed more hoodies. I had a triple layer over my head with a wool toque. I had a crazy layer in the toque with aluminum foil I had pilfered from the cafeteria.

You can’t take food from the cafeteria. Here’s a roll of aluminum foil in case you need to preserve your food.

It was a silly system.

I felt like an idiot, but I had checked myself in the mirror multiple times and no millimeter of metal was visible through the hat.

I had conquered and managed my women. My weakness now was the world itself.

I stopped myself at Tower and University. The morning traffic was thick, lots of students flowing from apartments and dorms towards upper campus or down to Sexton. Head down, layered protection. I could almost make out shadows of brains. I wasn’t even certain I could pick the girls from the guys.

I pulled down my parka’s hood.

The connection hit me. A surprise hit to the face like from a wet inflatable beach ball. I took a deep breath. The minds still scattered out to infinity. With a dozen or two people in eyeline, that wasn’t a surprise.

But I wasn’t the only one protecting my head.

Girls wore toques. One cute brown girl had on earmuffs. I couldn’t tell if her mind was louder than the toque girls. Hats and hoods and anything it took to keep the Canadian winter from torturing folks.

Still, some people, mostly young men, had their heads unprotected. They walked very quickly or stared daggers into the traffic lights forbidding them from crossing into moving traffic.

Traffic.

Come summer those cars would be driving by with their windows down.

I had to get control of this or I was going to go crazy.

I was going to need to buy baseball caps. Like that guy in Biology Two who didn’t start college until 24. He covered up that he was already balding.

My dad had a full head of hair, good. He was gray by thirty. Bad.

Immaterial. I already had my girls. I didn’t need to give a shit about vanity. I needed to master my newfound powers and not get steamrolled like I had in the hallway last night. I couldn’t just hole up in an apartment, sending out my girls to bring back necessities and paying them in insane hermetic sex.

I had eight beautiful women. I wanted to take them places. See things, show them things, make stories, have adventures, live life, and bring them back to our apartment for insane hermetic sex.

I grinned and pulled down my hood.

Dozens of spinners, imprecise and scattered, flowed into and at me from a nonEuclidean impossible number of directions. I grabbed my head and felt the crinkle. I ground my teeth.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

I ended up having to clench my teeth, but I handled it. I looked around. The fuzz was too opaque to perceive through. I couldn’t pinpoint which brain belonged to which skull. There was some girl out there, off her rocker with sexual need. I saw a tiny little blonde hanging off a zombie eyed boy, trying to slog his way to the bus stop. I made an educated guess.

I just watched for about five minutes. It felt like half an hour. I was standing by a tree next to a church. Circling it to keep it between myself and the incoming wind. The wind was quickly on to me, trying to freeze me with its icy dagger-gusts.

Was the distraction of the cold helping me?

Was it hurting me?

I guess I wasn’t getting pulled through the fractal of minds floating around me like a rat with its tail tied around the chain of a chainsaw.

I grimaced as I overthought that simile. The fight was making me grimace. It turned my mind to dark places. I ground my teeth.

It was a beautiful day, just fucking cold. Girls were bundled up too much to check them out, but the few I did notice smiled back. OK.

The last check. I grabbed my foil lined hat. I felt like a total idiot. I took it off.

I wanted to sit down in the snow. There wasn’t much, the brown grass of the church lawn was poking through the hard thin snowpack that covered the yard. The waves of brains started flooding me. They were duplicate, triplicate, infinitlicate spiraling outward from every man, woman, and child that passed by.

A couple of bundled up girls hurried by me, head down to the wind. They were the closest. I tried to see if I could pick out two minds together. I couldn’t manage. The teeth clenching wasn’t enough.

Part two. The aluminum foil crumpled in my fist and I slapped the toque back on my head. I hurried to pull it down over my reddening ears.

I couldn’t say it felt the same as with the crazy-person foil lining. After dunking my head into the unfiltered chaos, surfacing into the breathable hatted state felt much better than I thought it could.

Good.

I walked down to the nearest bus stop and tossed the useless foil into the garbage. I was about to pull my hoods back up. I felt it. A mind I recognized. Not the most obvious, but Avril. I frowned and looked up. She was at Hollis and South waiting for the light. I waved, she waved back, hopping in her bright white snow boots and fluffy parka.

Besides Vickie’s, I had thought the girls were more of the wilderness of brains out there. I couldn’t pick out Lynsey’s next to Marie’s after all. I did know them from the rest.

She was spinning at a very happy seven. An I-can-miss-first-period-for-a-quickie level of excitement. I looked around, and counted fourteen women in view. I turned back to Avril who was rushing through the crosswalk towards me.

I grabbed her mind.

I turned her up and left the rest of the world alone.

I shouted excitedly.

She ran up to me, spinning at a nine.

“Where do you wanna fuck?” she asked.

I smiled.

“You didn’t have to zap me up, by the way,” Avril said, hooking her arm in mine. “I take care of my man.”