Chapter 2

After that there were no more ten day rest periods for me. Their cycles were too far apart. If Heather was fertile, Babs was not, and vice versa. Every guy on campus tried to get in Babs' panties, particularly after she got to strut her stuff out on the football field, or on the basketball court. She was the only Freshman on the varsity cheerleading squad. She went out with them, but she was a good Catholic girl, and she made that known right up front. She still got taken out, all year long. Guys kept hoping that her resolve would weaken. They just had no idea that her big brother, the guy who was taking care of her, was ... taking care of her. Like her sister, Babs got prick whenever she wanted it, which was often.

The toughest times were when they both wanted it the same night. That usually happened when I was house sitting for the Colonel. We had the kind of privacy there that let them both stay naked, and let all three of us sleep in the same bed. It was a little like being on a big ship in a storm. I'd roll to one side, where the waves hammered me, and my balls puked, and then I'd roll to the other side, where the same thing happened, except with a different woman.

To this day, I swear that the only reason I survived at all, was because I graduated, with honors, at the end of that year, and went on to get my Masters at another institution.

I got a double fuck, as a goodbye fuck, and graduation present. It was a Heather and Babs sandwich, with me being the meat in the middle, and I actually ached, the next morning. They both had to shower before they left, because their thighs were just wet with my semen.

When I left campus, it was if I'd never met them. I never got a letter, and I had no idea what happened to them. I ended up, years later, going back to the university, where I took a teaching position. Every time I saw the wolves gather, to sift through the flock of incoming Freshmen women, and heard men asking girls if they wanted to be a little sister, I thought of Heather and Babs. I never thought I'd see them again.

Until a weekend, a few months ago, when the university had its seventy-fifth anniversary celebration. I'm forty-one, now, but seeing all the alumni coming back made me feel a lot younger. The event took place about a week before Freshmen were scheduled to start arriving for the fall term.

Of course I had my own house, by then, so I could come and go to the various festivities, and still have a place to relax. It was summer, and the frat houses and sororities opened up their doors to returning alums. There were all kinds of organized festivities, and programs, and speeches, all designed to get the alumni to donate money, of course. I was exempt from that, to a degree, even though I could afford to contribute. I've done pretty well for myself. I got married to another professor, and then divorced, before we had any kids, so there was no alimony. She was making more than I did anyway, and left for an even higher paying position in another state. It was an amiable split, for the most part.

Anyway, I didn't go to most of those programs. Instead, I sat around the frat house, drinking beer with my old frat brothers, and talking about old times. It was great, and I was glad I had come.

I did go to one thing, though. It was a deal where they took pictures of all the alumni, based on the year they graduated. They had a big set of portable bleachers set up against a stone wall on the football field, and everybody got on that and crowded together, while they took the picture.

I was waiting with the seventies group when I saw them.

I knew it was them immediately. They hadn't changed much, despite the twenty years older they were. Heather still had that long chestnut hair. She hadn't gained an ounce, as far as I could see. Babs was a little heavier, but it didn't look bad on her at all. They were talking to a couple of other women I didn't recognize, and who looked young enough that I figured I had left before they got there.

I had to go say something.

I stood, politely to the side, while they finished their conversation with the women. They had glanced at me, and at my name tag, while they talked, but didn't give any indication as to how they felt about seeing me again. Then they turned to me.

"Hi," I said.

"We were hoping you might be here," said Heather. Babs just smiled.

"How's life been treating you?" I asked, suddenly unable to think of anything intelligent to say.

"Oh, married twice, divorced twice, three kids, and one grandchild," said Heather.

My mouth dropped open.

"You're kidding!" I said.

"Nope," she said calmly. "My youngest is about to start college, I hope."

Babs spoke up. "I've only been divorced once," she said. "I learned the first time not to get married again. I have two handsome sons, both in college now."

"When in the world did this happen?" I asked, astonished.

"Well, after you left, we both got married the next year. We got pregnant right away. It was all a horrible mistake." Heather talked about it like she had bought a Ford, instead of a Chevy.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be," said Heather. "We have lovely, bright children. They make it all worth it."

"You can't possibly be a Grandma," I said to Heather. "You look fabulous!"

"Thank you," she dimpled. "My oldest daughter couldn't keep her legs closed in High School, and wouldn't listen to me. She's beginning to listen to me now, though, at least with tips on how to raise a baby. My son is best friends with his cousins. All three are in the same Fraternity you were in."

"And you have another one starting college this year?" I was just amazed. Neither woman looked a day over thirty.

"She's resisting," said Heather. "I've been worried about her. I managed to keep her from suffering the same fate as her sister. I want her to go to college, but at the same time ... well ... I remember you."

"Uh ... yes," I said, blushing. I had, after all, been a wolf, and had harvested a couple of the finest ewes in the flock.

"They're calling us for the picture," said Babs.

The press of people started to separate us, and I moved between people to stay with them.

"Where are you staying?" asked Heather.

"I work here," I said back, having to raise my voice over the noise of the crowd. I didn't want to yell out that I was a professor, and sound self important. "I have a house."

"Maybe dinner later?" she said.

"Sure," I nodded. "Where are you staying?"

"We're down at the Ramada," she said, as the crowd finally succeeded in separating us. "Drop by, OK?"

I waved.

By the time they got the picture taken, and I looked for them again, they were gone.

I had a lot of really good memories about those two. It was impossible to think of Heather as a grandmother. There were some fine lines on her face, that hadn't been there twenty years ago, but she still had that stylish way of dressing, and that same killer smile. Of course most of the memories I had of her were of her naked body, thrusting up against mine, as I pumped her full of spunk. Babs was the same. I knew they had basically penned the wolf, those last two years of my undergraduate career, and that they had owned me, for all intents and purposes. That's part of why I got divorced, I suppose. My wife was a serious woman, who, while she enjoyed sex, didn't get really excited about it. She never displayed the abandon with which Heather and Babs eagerly let me mount them, or urged me to cum in her. She took the pill AND used a diaphragm, which stopped everything, while she put it in. It just didn't make for an intimate relationship.

It was inevitable that I had to go see them again. I didn't think anything would actually happen, of course. I mean that was all twenty years ago ... ancient history. They'd had lots of men since me, to say nothing of children, which I had never been privileged to make in their flat bellies. I had just been practice ... a study partner, of sorts. Their divorces suggested that I hadn't been all that great a study partner, and had not prepared them for choosing the right man at all.

I got to the Ramada around eight in the evening. I thought I had the wrong room when a young woman opened the door to my knock. I realized in an instant that she looked startlingly like Heather, except on Babs' frame. She was wearing shorts and a halter top, and I had to control my eyes, trying to be polite.

"Yes?"

"I'm here to see Heather and Babs," I said. "I went to college with them."

"Oh," she said, looking past me, as if she were expecting someone else. "You must be Bobby."

I hadn't been called "Bobby" in twenty years.

She stepped back, and I entered to see Babs sitting in a chair, watching something on the TV. Heather was lying on a bed, reading a book.

"Come on in," said Heather. She didn't get up, and didn't close the book. "I see you met Jill, my youngest."

"You're the one getting ready to start college," I said, smiling at the girl.

"Yeah," she said. She looked at her mother. "I thought you said my big brother was coming over."

Heather beamed. "He is. He's here. Bob is going to be your big brother."

Jill looked horrified.

"Mom! He's old! He could be my UNCLE or something!"

I was stung. I thought I looked pretty good for a 41 year old geezer. I expected Heather to chastise her daughter for being rude, but she didn't.

"Sweetheart, you have no idea what having the right big brother means. You'll understand within a week, I can promise you that. Bobby is a wonderful man, who is sensitive and cares about the feelings of a woman."

That was news to me. I'd thought I was pretty much a heartless bastard. After all, I'd gotten her drunk and practically raped her.

"It's not fair!" yipped the girl. "I know what you're doing! You're going to have him spy on me! It's bad enough that you're MAKING me go to college. Now you're going to saddle me with an old man to watch me like a hawk? I won't be able to have any fun at all!"

Babs laughed out loud, and her niece turned on her.

"It's NOT funny! Ever since Lori got herself pregnant, Mom won't let me so much as talk to a boy! She made the rules so harsh that boys won't even ask me out!"

"We'll talk about that later," said Heather. "Right now we have to welcome Bobby. He's our guest. I think a little party is in order."

She went to the little kitchenette and started pulling things out of bags. They'd apparently been shopping for groceries.

"You said you worked here?" asked Babs, coming up to me and giving me a hug. She felt firm, and soft at the same time. I couldn't help but remember embracing her like this naked, and I responded. She gave me the slightest little rub with her loins.

"I'm a professor in the History department," I said. "I didn't really know what to do with myself when I finally finished school. There was a position here, and I still love the campus."

"Well how about that?" said Heather, over her shoulder. "Do you still go around getting little sisters?"

I laughed. "No, you two were my last. Nobody could have replaced you."

Both women actually beamed.

"We had a hard time trying to replace you too," said Babs, pushing away from me. She glanced at Jill, who was sulking in a chair.

"Well, tell us all about what you did after we last saw you," said Heather.

I gave them the standard rundown, and they all listened politely. While I was doing that, Heather got into the little refrigerator by the sink. She pulled out a bottle of sloe gin, and a bottle of ginger ale. Babs got up and left the room, coming back with a bucket of ice.

I raised an eyebrow at Heather, who gave me a little smile.

"Jill doesn't think she wants to go to college," said Heather. "We were trying to figure out how to get her excited about school, and brought her with us to the reunion. We had no idea you'd be here, but when we found out, we grabbed the opportunity. We thought we'd teach her how we partied, way back in the middle ages."

"You're kidding!" I said weakly. I should have stopped it, but, to tell you the truth, the thought of getting these two women naked again was uppermost in my mind. I would have never imagined, in a thousand years, they'd still be willing to do that.

Jill, completely unaware of what was about to happen, turned her head.

"I'd already know how to party, Mom, if you wouldn't have gotten so completely weird about Lori. She's doing fine, you know. She loves her baby. I might have been able to find a husband too, but you wouldn't let me near boys."

"Well, I was just trying to protect you, darling. I know Lori is doing all right. I just want you to have all the opportunities you can have," said Heather. "You need to think about your future."

"We've had this talk a hundred times, Mom. I'm quite happy living at home. I'll find a job, one of these days. Don't be so old fashioned."

Heather poured a sloe gin fizz and handing it to her daughter. "Happy birthday, darling."

"It would be a lot happier if I were home, with my friends," said Jill, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Today is Jill's eighteenth birthday," said Heather.

"What's this?" asked Jill, looking at the drink and sniffing it. "Don't tell me you're going to actually let me take a drink of something with alcohol in it."