Things Fall Apart

Chapter 1

“What did you think?” Glenn asked as Sheryl and he walked out of the Psych building into the frigid winter air.

Sheryl pulled her inadequate hoodie tight around her and shivered as the cold air enveloped her. A winter coat capable of protecting her from a Michigan January had been beyond her financial reach. She never complained about it, but watching her struggle with the cold was painful.

“I have no idea. The questionaire seemed pretty general,” she pulled up her hood against the biting chill, “I couldn’t see that they were pointing toward anything. For a NASA study there were a lot of questions about personal finances, though.”

Glenn shook his head mugging a sad face.

“Rats, I was hoping the study was about the effect of nudism on grade point average.”

She gave him a sardonic smile.

“Why is everything about sex with you?”

“Because I’m a twenty-one year old male? Why is everything about money with you?”

Awkward silence ensued and filled in by the chatter of students around them hustling to their next class leaving vapor clouds hanging in the still frigid air. It was a day to get where you wanted to go and to not tarry. At the end of January, despite the days getting longer, winter had not gotten the memo that it should be warming up.

“Can we talk about anything else?” Sheryl finally replied.

She was never happy with silence.

“I sure hope that we get picked,” Glenn changed the subject, “I need to cut costs. Free room, board and tuition would make my senior year comfortable.”

“The tuition increase nearly killed me this year,” she looked daunted for a moment, “could you spot me five bucks until payday?”

He nodded and pulled out his wallet.

“Running out of food? We can share, I’ve got plenty.”

“I’m fine for the week,” she gave him a sheepish grin, “a girl needs a few extra things once a month.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” his face warmed from his blush.

“You’re living with a woman, Glenn,” she patted his frigid cheek to reassure him, “these things happen.”

They stopped in front of the Chemistry building.

“Have fun in your organic lab,” Glenn said as she walked away.

Glenn watched heads turn as she sauntered by. There weren’t many tall, blue-eyed women with thick glossy black hair on campus. She stopped pedestrian traffic without even trying.

They met their freshman year at a campus job fair, but working together at the library pulling and shelving books over the last three years had cemented their friendship. Their common ground was poverty. It had led them to share an antique two bedroom flat a long walk from campus. When his friends found out, they went nuts. He reassured them over and over that it was a platonic arrangement. He amazed those friends again when it was no longer platonic.

He continued on to his Multivariate Analysis class. He wanted to slap the sadistic professor who thought up a class about story problems for calculus. There was nothing like teasing out the illusive ‘X’ along with it’s friends ‘Y’ and ‘Z’ in among pages and pages of equations. The equations looked so simple as did the inputs. The endless computations were not, and one little arithmetic error meant that none of your answers were right. It annoyed him that he had to do everything by hand when he knew computers handled these computations in real life.

“Glenn, are you in there?” Sheryl tapped on the door to his bedroom.

The end of April was time to line up lodging for next year if there was a next year with covid stalking the land. The psychology department had promised to send letters by the end of April, and they had developed a ritual where Sheryl got the mail each afternoon as she came in from her job and told him if the letters had come yet.

“I’m here, come on in.”

He shook the cobwebs from his brain and sat up on the bed. He had been napping and having the falling dream again. That usually meant that he was worried about something, probably how he was going to pay room, board and tuition for his senior year.

Sheryl, free of clothing as usual and matching his outfit exactly, walked into his room. Their co-habitation rules were simple, he and Sheryl had slowly lost interest in clothing until they wandered about the apartment nude. Glenn didn’t mind, it cut down on trips to the laundromat, and Sheryl looked like a work of art half of the time when she lounged on the couch. For a guy too poor to afford the occasional date that having a girlfriend required, Sheryl was a godsend. She needed reassurance that she was still attractive after being dumped before the lock down. He never let his thinking get much deeper than that because his conclusions ended in anguish. Instead he tried to take her nudity as a gift.

“It’s from the Psych Department.”

“Did you get one?”

She nodded.

“And?”

“Open yours first,” she pointed at the letter in his hand.

Glenn tore the envelope open and read: “You are invited to join the Psychology Department’s study of Transactional Analysis in Isolation. It is a NASA study that will simulate the eight month long isolation that a crew will face on their journey to Mars. You will be sequestered in Harris Dormitory for the entire autumn and winter semesters. During that time, you will be required to spend 100% of your time in the dormitory on your floor. Once you are enrolled in the study all room, board and tuition will be paid by the study. A zoom meeting regarding the specifics will be held at 8pm on May 15.”

Glenn looked up.

“What about you?

He kept his face neutral fearing that she might not have made the cut.

“I’m in!”

She grinned and hugged him. Her unrestrained breasts squashed against this chest. He grabbed her by the waist and hugged her back.

“I’m pretty hungry who’s turn is it to cook?” Sheryl said as they stood back from each other.

She stared at him because she knew whose turn it was.

“It’s my turn,” Glenn replied, “but all we have in the apartment is some eggs and ramen noodles. How does egg drop noodle soup sound?”

“It sounds perfect,” she bit her lower lip, “it’s okay if you want to dress for dinner. Dropping hot soup into a naked lap can be painful.”

She gave his semi erection a tap. It hung at 45 degrees below horizontal.

“You hug me, I get a boner,” he gave her an exaggerated shrug, “I’m about to eat dinner with an enchanting nude lady, why would I want her or myself to put clothes on?” Glenn stood to go to the kitchen, “if you want to, it’s okay though.”

“No.” she smirked, “I don’t drop soup in my lap.”

She looked down at his tumescent groin. This time it had risen 10 degrees above horizontal. Not fully hard, but getting there.

“I like the freedom of sharing an apartment in the nude. We should do this whether I have a boy friend or not. Baring my all to you is fun,” she bent over to examine his cock.

He was tumescent no longer; he had swelled to a full erection. It now stood 45 degrees above horizontal ready for action.

“What’s a good male friend for if it isn’t to appreciate the body of his best female friend,” she teased running her hand along his shaft.

“Sorry, not sorry, I have no control over it,” he replied as he covered his erection with his hands.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” she reached out and pushed his hands away and gave his dick a tap making it bounce, “I’ve been around them on the farm all my life between the horses, the cows, the pigs, the dogs, the cats and two brothers. After you’ve seen a Belgian stallion primed for the mare, everything else looks minor by comparison.”

“Thanks, I think, although I feel inadequate now. I should add that you are erection worthy.”

She giggled.

“That has to be the strangest compliment that I’ve ever received, but I’ll take it in the spirit it was offered.”

Sexual tension filled the air throughout dinner. Sheryl went through very predictable stages following a break up. The first and the most difficult was ‘leave me alone’. Beer, pizza and rom/coms got her through it. In the second stage, she gave up on men and dove into her studies. Everything was regulated, her goals in sight as she strove toward academic excellence. As a chemistry major she needed that rigorous approach. In the final stage, clothing usage got careless. Her bra was the first to go when she entered the apartment followed by her outer clothing a week or so later and finally the panties. They were at the start of the ‘you’re a man, I’m a woman, let’s play’ stage. This one would last until she found a new love, and the cycle would repeat except it couldn’t with the lock down and Glenn reaped the benefits and the heartache. She had made it clear that she was looking for a man with money, and Glenn did not measure up.

After dinner Glenn tried to study sitting at the rickety kitchen table. He was supposed to be calculating the empty volume inside a single crystal of sodium chloride, and he was on the fourth page of calculations. The presence of Sheryl across the room drew his eyes again and again. Half of the time when he looked at her, she was eyeballing him. When their eyes met, she smiled before looking away.

Their flat was in an old poorly maintained Victorian house long ago stripped of its bric-a-brac and stained glass leaving behind a hulk smelling vaguely of dry rot, an aroma that candles and incense could never cover. The foot high oak moldings and massive doors clashed with the lime green velour couch that could best be described as 1990’s thrift store. The lavishly carved banister rose to the second floor beside worn creaking stairs.

Sheryl, her pale skin flawless, looked like she had been posed by an artist as she sat with one leg tucked under her and the other resting on the rug while studying on the couch. As he watched, she lifted her other leg onto the couch, raised her arms above her head and yawned displaying her lovely breasts to their fullest extent.

Everything around her looked flawless. She wasn’t the rose among weeds, she was the rose that transformed the other weeds into a garden. He could only think of pulling her into an embrace and stroking that pale skin from her shoulders down her back to that amazing inverted heart shaped ass. She sat with her legs drawn up beside her, but tonight either he was different or she was. Her luscious blue-black hair cascaded in waves over her creamy white shoulders, her perfect breasts so available yet so far away made him stiffen again and again. Her stretch and slow amble into the kitchen for a glass of water verged on a seductive dance in his fevered imagination. On her return she leaned over him to see what he was studying and when her stiff nipple brushed his shoulder; he nearly orgasmed.

When he looked up, her lips seemed fuller and softer, more kissable. Had she brushed his shoulder with her nipple on purpose? Her hip rocking sashay back to the couch afterward spiked his erection again. He was thankful for the shadow under the table. Had he been sitting anywhere else, this arousal would have been on display. He tucked his hardening member between his legs where his erection would be less evident.

Studying was futile despite looming finals, and watching television with Sheryl would have been embarrassing without something covering his lap. Sooner or later she would spot his erection and that would lead to a conversation he did not want to have. Instead, he waited until he had shrunk to a semi erect state, shut down his laptop and stretched.

“I can’t concentrate tonight, I’m turning in early.”

Sheryl stood, and he fought a losing battle against the blood surging into his erection when she idly scratched the skin above her left breast. There was nothing erotic about that except that her nipple hardened as she did so.

“Are you going to take a shower, boy genius?”

He nodded very much aware of his erection rising, sending a bolt of panic through him.

“Yeah, I usually do, and why are you calling me boy genius?”

“Have you ever had a grade other than an A?”

“Yes, I got a B plus in Library Orientation my freshman year.”

“Why do you drive yourself so hard all the time? Graduating summa cum laude means nothing when you get out into the world.”

She had her head down and looked up at him with big eyes. It was a move calculated to drive him wild.

“I want to be the best at whatever I do,” he said to put her off. Sheryl for her many talents was not the person he wanted to share much of himself with. She was too driven, to singly focused on one goal to understand much about other people. That single focus had pulled her out of abject poverty, and gotten her into a damn good university, but it had also limited her in other ways.

Why don’t you wait to take your shower until after we have sex?” she said in a husky voice.

She stood back and waited for his decision with her hands on her hips looking sublimely sexy.

It had been a while.

She filled the silence by walking over to him within hugging distance.

“Look, you’ve had a stiffy on and off all evening, and I’m worried that I’ll leave a wet spot on our couch if I sit there much longer. I could use a little loving,” she lowered her head and looked up at him with big eyes, a look she knew that would turn him on.

Then she reached down and gave his ever ready erection a squeeze.

“I like the idea of not wearing clothes in the evening. It makes me feel all sexy and free, but we have to study for midterms, and neither of us can concentrate while we’re this horny. So I have two questions for you. Do you have condoms?”

Glenn nodded.

“What sheets are on your bed?”

Glenn thought a moment.

“Star Wars.”

She shook her head.

“I am not making love with you while looking at Chewbacca. We’ll make love in my room.”

A few minutes later, he lay beside her on the bed embracing her in a full body hug. He stoked her beginning at the bulge of her breast crushed against his chest. His hand slid over her warm flesh across her ribs into the valley of her waist and up onto the summit of her hip. He gave her ass a gentle squeeze before starting the process again. He couldn’t get enough of the soft smoothness of her skin or the way his stroke left a trail of goose flesh.

“I like girls because they’re so not men; they feel soft and squishy in all the right places.”

“You silver tongued devil,” Sheryl replied with a chuckle, “he’s mine ladies, I saw him first.”

“Hey, if you want a man who can talk pretty, you need to room with an English major.”

“You’re such a geek, it’s a good thing that you know how to stroke my favorite places, otherwise I’d get rid of you,” she whispered after they had broken from a long, slow kiss,

“English majors are more interested in their Balzac than they are in my erogenous zones. Now, lay on your back.”

He complied, and watched her roll his condom down his shaft. Without saying another word, she straddled his hips, centered herself over his cock and slid down onto him. When her ass settled on his hips, her frown of concentration mutated into a smile.

“Oh, now that feels good. I’m as aroused as you are since I spent my whole evening thinking about you filling me,” she gave him a squeeze with the muscles in her hips pushing him closer to the edge.

When she leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest. Her breasts came forward so near and so soft. He stroked them pulling on her nipples. A little shiver ran through her body. She liked that. He did it again but this time he twisted them a bit. She liked that even better. She stopped rolling her hips when he tweaked her breasts.

“You’re going to make me orgasm right now if you keep that up,” she sighed, her voice thick with passion.

She rolled her hips forward and back sending waves of pleasure through him beginning at his groin and radiating throughout his body. An orgasm built within him starting as a tickle deep in his groin. He pulled on her nipples a little harder this time. She purred. He did it one final time, pulling her nipples a little harder yet with a little more of a twist.

She threw her head back and moaned.

“Aah, that feels so good.”

Then she clamped down on him with her hip muscles as she drove her fingernails into his chest. She bucked on top of him and he held her by the shoulders to keep her from rolling off. His orgasm surged and he pumped and pumped into her spasming pussy. His cumming prolonged her orgasm and she ground her hips into his groin.

When she was done, she rolled off him keeping in touch with him hip to hip.

“Wow, that was intense,” she said between gasps, “You have the magical touch that gets my motor running.”

Glenn reached over and patted her taut stomach.

“It was intense, but we may have to do it again before I can render an opinion. I was too involved at the time to give you a dispassionate reaction.”

She rolled over and kissed him on the cheek.

“You better never be dispassionate when we have sex. I won’t have you judge me like it’s a gymnastic competition.”

“I promise to be more like the American judge than the Russian judge. I do rate your lovemaking as outstanding, but your dismount got a little sloppy.”

She began kissing down his chest.

“The minute you give me anything less than a 10 I’m kicking you out of my bed.”

She continued kissing down his body until she reached his navel which she tongued while her hand drifted lower until she cupped his balls. She began stroking his cock not letting go as she repositioned her head on his shoulder letting her long glossy locks cascade over him. That fragrant hair tickling his skin added so much to these intimate moments.

“Let’s make love again, slow and easy this time now that we’ve gotten the horniness out of our systems.”

When he tried to sit up so that he could pull his condom off, she pushed him back down.

“Let me take care of that.”

She rolled his condom off, produced a tissue from somewhere and cleaned him up. She then took him in her mouth and moistened his entire cock before placing a brand new condom in her mouth and unrolled the condom over his cock using her teeth as she engulfed him. He had no idea where she had got the condom from, but she must like bright colors because this condom was day-glow pink.

She looked up and grinned at him.

“Do you like it?”

“I like your technique, but hot pink isn’t masculine at all, in fact, I get a little soft looking at it.”

A slightly sinister grin crossed her face as she crawled up his body dragging her moist pussy against his thigh. She kissed him.

“Then I guess we’ll have to hide it where you can’t see it.”

She kissed him again. Her pillowy lips against his sent a message to his cock alerting it to stand by. Her tongue stroking his added urgency to the message. He ran his hand down her back stopping to squeeze her ass. She responded with a satisfied moan into his mouth.

“I like that, but squeeze a little harder.”

He did and she writhed atop him then she rolled off and lay beside him with her legs spread.

“Eat me out,” she said, “I love oral.”

Glenn crawled between her knees, threw her legs over his shoulders then settled in above her slit. He kissed her a couple times on her smooth mons inhaling her soft delicate aroma. Then he dropped his face lower allowing his tongue to penetrate her outer lips and she moaned her approval. Starting at the bottom, he licked his way to the top taking his time repeating anything that made her moan or raise her hips. She enjoyed his tongue parting her inner lips especially when he ran the tip of his tongue along the very edge of the inner lips. His tongue prodded her ever closer to her orgasm where her hands grabbed hair on both sides of his head guiding him up to her clit. He took his time approaching it drawing ever tighter circles with his tongue across the tender flesh around it. When he deemed her ready by following her subtle signs like, ‘tongue my clit,’ he used his tongue to trace out across her clit, “A square + B square =”.

When he tongued the equal sign across her clit, she screamed and pulled his head tight to her groin cutting off his air. She released about the time he needed to fight his way to air. His first breath was fresh and delicious as he rested his head on her hip very much aware of the fragrant pussy next to his ear and her arousal covering his face.

“What were you doing with your tongue?”

“I wrote the Pythagorean Theorem across your clit.”

She stroked his hair.

“The ‘=’ is my favorite.”

She rocked her hips back and forth.

“Now that you’ve introduced me to plane geometry, what mathematical trick are you going to use on me next?”

An evil grin crossed his face.

“I thought I would introduce you to my square root next,” he replied brushing gentle fingers across her pussy, “my cube root would be a little more difficult to work with.”

She chuckled as her hips responded to his teasing.

“I want to see your square root, I didn’t know square ones existed. You’re a geek, but at least you’re not a business major. They drive to the bottom line too soon.”

“If I was a geologist, I could get my rocks off,” he offered, “but since you’re a chemistry major, I love how you react, and that you always have a solution.”

Her stifled laugh came out as a snort.

“Well, make like a geologist and take my core sample.”

She rolled over on her side and stroked his condom clad member.

“I would like you in me now, please.”

She blinked her eyes a couple of times playing the innocent.

Glenn rolled over and climbed between her legs where she guided him into her slit. He loved the intimacy of it, the feeling of her hips locked with his. He loved how women who seemed programmed to push a man away most of the time, locked their legs around men during sex making sure that they couldn’t leave. He held himself high above her on arms locked at the elbow so he could watch as passion claimed her face.

He loved her pink flush, and her soft pillowy lips that made kissing so much fun. He wanted a picture of her like this locked in the throes of passion, but he could think of no way of getting it without destroying the mood, and the last thing he wanted was to destroy the mood.

She bucked him a couple of times growing weary of his lack of action. Glenn responded by pulling out and stroking in again at a deliberate pace.

M-m-m-m-m. That’s so nice,” she purred cocking her hips up to receive his thrusts deeper.

He built the speed and the power of his strokes the way she liked it.

“I love when you pound me,” she gasped in his ear.

Glenn continued until she stiffened and drove her fingernails into his back. She thrashed beneath him as he bridged on arms and toes so that they only touched cock to pussy. Her orgasm triggered his. When she was done, she pulled him to her greedy for skin to skin contact.

“That was so amazing,” she murmured between gasps, “locking you in my arms and legs while I orgasm is good, but I really get off when you bridge over me and our only contact is your dick to my pussy. It centers all sensation in my groin and it pushes my orgasm into the stratosphere. How do you know how to do that?”

“Six years of wrestling in middle school and high school got me good at it. Bridging like that is a body strengthening exercise.”

“The cheerleaders in high school said good things about wrestlers, and now I know why.”

She pulled him down to her and and laid a long, passionate kiss on him making his cock jump and swell inside her. She must have liked it because her hips began moving beneath him. He responded by stroking into her. She was so moist and ready now. He glided in and out of her friction free. She climbed to orgasm quickly this time. When she tightened and groaned, he stroked right through it pushing her to her next orgasm before she had come down from her last. She reached a plateau where one orgasm followed the next. The tickle deep in his groin signaled his orgasm and he allowed it to build.

“I’m going to cum,” he groaned into her ear.

Sheryl responded by locking his sweaty body against hers and he pumped and pumped into her until all that was left was post coital bliss. He fought back the words he wanted to whisper in her ear. It was futile to do so and would only ruin the mood.

They lay in their lover’s embrace catching their breaths. When he began to soften, he pulled away and lay beside her. Her bed was a mess, as it usually was when they had made love. She would complain that either his orgasm was super large, or he did things to her that no one else did.

“You want to sleep in my bed tonight. It’s drier.”

She nodded.

“Can we lay here a bit, I’m kind of blissed out.”

Her hand came over and cupped his cock and balls giving him a gentle squeeze.

“I like the cuddling as much as I like the loving.”

Glenn wasn’t as happy laying beside her. He had time to think, and the last thing he wanted to do was think because his mind would go down the bunny hole into dark places.

She had pigeonholed him into a relationship somewhere between fuck buddies and friends with benefits while she had gone through relationship after relationship. She was only in his arms because her relationship with Michael had soured and the lock down kept her from finding a new lover. She had gone through two other guys the year before, and his sex life would he rich and varied until she found another guy. Through the years, his love for her had only grown. Was he happy? No, he was not. Was he willing to walk away from her? No, Sheryl was a hard habit to break. He was trapped in limbo. He had tied himself to her emotionally, but there was nothing beyond occasional mind blowing sex. He knew he should be happy with that, but he wasn’t.

He had never gotten the memo that recreational sex was what college was about. He craved intimacy with someone he doted on and adored.

He let a sigh escape into the darkness. He was not now nor would he ever be a player. Sex without commitment made no more sense than rowing a boat with only one oar.

“What are you thinking?” she rolled up on her shoulder to kiss him on the cheek.

“How much I love laying here beside you,” he said with a polished smoothness designed to cover his aching futility.

She cuddled closer throwing her thigh over his while resting her head on his shoulder.

“This does feel good. You bring out the best in me.”

He kissed her on the top of her head inhaling the fragrance of her hair.

“A electrical engineer does his best work through simulation and attention to detail,” he reached over and squeezed her marvelous firm breast, “and I do like your details.”

“Electrical engineers are into stimulation?” she stroked his naked chest, “I like that, but is that all I am to you? Ass and tits to stimulate?”

“Simulation, but stimulation sounds good too. My attraction to you occurred long before I climbed in bed with you. You’re brilliant and funny. Your smile lights up the room and you have a deep sexy chuckle that gives me an instant hard on when I hear it. So while I like your sense of adventure in bed and your willingness to try anything, that is not why I like you.”

She gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.

“You sure know how to talk pretty.”

She stroked his face.

Then why don’t you love me, the way I love you?

He wanted to scream it, but knew it was hopeless.

She wasn’t attracted to him. He had no money and his prospects weren’t good for the next few years. It took a while to start earning a decent salary after graduation. She had come to college to hunt down a rich husband. She was like a thousand other women on campus except that she liked him enough to keep him close, but not enough to fall in love with him.

He smiled at her while he stroked her nipple with the back of his fingers hoping that none of the futility verging on bitterness that rotted at his core crept into his smile.

Remember this, he said to himself, remember the soft firmness of her breast, and the feel of her waist flaring into her hips, remember the musky sweet aroma of our love making, and the amazing way her pussy clamps around your cock when she orgasms. Remember it all, but never expect her to love you.

Chapter 2

In August, he walked into a long room. The walls between rooms in this wing of a dorm had been taken out. Two rows of ten beds stretched the length of the room around a central aisle. It looked more like an Army barracks than it did student housing. Beside each bed stood a nightstand and a lamp; on the opposite side stood a wardrobe. Glenn shrugged, this was going to be a very different year. He had been warned that there would be little privacy, but the reality of spending the next eight months in one room with nineteen other men and women still shocked him. He picked a bed as close to a wall on two sides as possible and threw his suitcase on top of it. The four corners of the room had already been claimed.

At the other end of the room there was a doorway. He walked through and saw a cluster of tables in the center of the room that looked like it was a study and work area. Off to one side was a door with a sign beside it saying bathroom, he pushed the door open and walked in. The main bathroom was white tile and porcelain sinks lined up ten to the side with continuous mirrors above. Two openings led off at the back of the room. One to the left led to the urinals and the toilets while the one to the right led to the showers.

As he stood at the urinal, the door opened and a woman walked around the corner who smiled at him.

“Sorry, I was looking for the toilets,” her voice muffled by her mask as she disappeared into a stall.

When he was done, he walked back into the main room with the mirrors and sinks and washed his hands. Moments later the woman walked up to a sink a couple down from him and washed her hands.

“If I somehow wandered into the women’s bathroom, I’m sorry.”

Her eyes twinkled, he took that as forgiveness.

“You’re in the right bathroom. The problem is that there’s only one bathroom in this wing. It looks like the men and women will be sharing,” she shrugged, “we’re all adults. It shouldn’t be that hard to give each other the privacy we need.”

Glenn nodded. He wouldn’t mind at all sharing a bathroom with her. She was tall for a woman with auburn hair clasped in a pony tail hanging halfway down her back.

“I have no problem with it, I was worried about offending you.”

“You’re the third person I’ve seen so far. There’ll be sixteen more people here to object when they come in.”

She held out a wet hand. There were no paper towel dispensers.

“I’m Cassie.”

Glenn laughed.

“Since I forgot my towel, the best I can do is a wet handshake.”

He rubbed his hand on his pants leg and held it out.

“You dropped your suitcase on the bed next to mine,” she nodded toward the door, “do you snore?”

“I don’t think so,” he replied with a wry smile, “but I’m never awake to know if I do.”

Cassie parted her hair to one side revealing a broad forehead, and wide set green eyes. The rest of her face would remain a mystery for now behind her gauze mask.

Glenn held the door open for her and they walked out into the institutional beige walls and brown tile floor of the study area.

“Have you unpacked yet?” Cassie asked.

He shook his head.

“I travel light, it’ll take ten minutes. I do have to get my uniform and surrender my civilian clothes though.”

“Have you seen our uniforms yet?” Cassie motioned for him to follow her.

She walked to the bed adjacent where Glenn had dropped his suitcase.

Glenn looked around and shook his head.

“Wow, how long have you been here?”

Her bed was made with a floral patterned comforter laying on top, she had bought her books and had stacked them neatly on her nightstand. She had even remembered to bring a throw rug so her bare feet wouldn’t to touch the cold tile floor in the morning.

She did a spokes-model sweep with her hand proud of her area.

“I’ve been here since ten this morning. I like to get things right before I begin classes.”

She laid out a light blue jumpsuit made of a non-breathing polyester blend.

“This is what everyone in the study are going to wear all year starting tomorrow morning. Pretty sexy, huh? The men get the same thing. I guess it’ll be a unisex year.”

He chuckled.

“If you threw in a name tag over the pocket we’d look like we were on the international space station,” he scanned her, “you got the bod, you could make these clothes look sexy. Me, I’m more likely to look like I’m walking around with a load in my pants.”

She blushed a bit and looked away, but when she looked back she was smiling.

He liked her. She seemed to be direct and honest, yet there was a sweetness about her that he found attractive, and when he smiled at her, she smiled back.

“Aren’t you going to model it for me?”

“Not yet,” she replied, “I know the study is supposed mimic the closeness that people on a flight to Mars will have to endure, but until we get to the launch pad, I’ll wear my civvies.”

He spent the rest of the day meeting the other people on his floor. The consensus at the impromptu meeting in the study room before dinner had been that women should be able to share the bathroom with the men. There was some thought about scheduling usage by sex in the morning, but that proved cumbersome when trying to match the times with people’s class schedules and it was decided that everyone use the facilities as they saw fit, although the two enclosed showers would be held in reserve for the women. The men for the most part didn’t care if they were caught out naked. A few of the women were uneasy still and solved their reluctance by pairing up for the morning visits to shower and to prepare for the day.

The other debate was whether men should sleep on one side of the barracks room and the women on the other. That was quickly quashed by the people who wanted to sleep under a window, and were unwilling to move.

The entire study, all eight groups of twenty had dinner that evening down in the dining commons. Glenn sat with Cassie and a petite over-endowed woman named Brit, and a few others from his floor. The evening meal had been all about introductions and charming anecdotes. As they were getting up to leave, Glenn spied Sheryl walking out on the arm of a guy he had never seen before. When he waved to her, she ignored him.

Cassie, standing beside him, watched what had happened.

“Someone you know?” she asked.

“I thought I did, but maybe I don’t know her at all,” he replied shaking his head.

They bussed their trays and walked back to their wing. Cassie was enjoying her last night without the uniform by wearing short shorts and a tank top. The people who had chosen to wear their jumpsuits were complaining about how they fit and how hot they were.

“Was that woman back there a former girlfriend?” Cassie asked.

“She was.”

“Did you two have a fight?”

He shook his head.

“No, we parted on friendly terms last June.”

Cassie grabbed his hand and gave it quick squeeze.

“Well, that’s harsh,” she paused a moment as if she were reliving an unpleasant memory, “there was a boy in high school that I thought I was good friends with right up until the day he thought he had found someone better. Then he would have nothing to do with me. It left a gaping hole in my life that I had until I left for college.”

“Do you still think about him?”

Cassie shook her head.

“It took me a while to get over him. We had been friends since grade school. We had grown up together since he lived three doors down from me. It took me a while to realize that there was no more to our relationship than convenience and companionship. When I let him go it freed me to become who I’m supposed to be. Besides I tired of him living rent free in my head.”

She squeezed his hand again.

“You’ll get there. You’re a smart guy.”

When they got back to their floor, a stranger wearing a hat labeled ‘Proctor’ gathered them in the study room. The meeting was brief. He announced this floor of twenty was meant to simulate a flight to Mars. During that time we would function as a self governing unit. From time to time, there would be proctors about. Ignore them, they were there to observe. The cameras in the study room, the exercise room and the dining room/solarium would be on 24/7. There were no cameras in the sleep room. A clean jumpsuit would be supplied every morning. There will be no other clothing worn including underwear, bathrobes or pajamas unless allowed by the proctors. Shoes and socks would be acceptable. Failure to comply will cause the person to be eliminated from the program. They were to consider ourselves locked in for the entire school year. Christmas, Thanksgiving and Easter were to be spent on the floor. He reminded the group that there would be a weekly attitude inventory that they would fill out each Sunday and that they should get to know each other since they would be with each other without a break until June.

The hand of one of the participants shot up.

“We can’t go home for Christmas vacation?”

“That is correct. This is a study of small groups in isolation. Meals will be delivered to the solarium at the end of the hall, and all classes will be done by zoom on the computers provided.”

After answering a few questions, he urged them to check their emails for the attitude inventory, emphasized that the first one was to be completed this evening and left.

The women huddled briefly after he had gone. They were concerned about how the bathroom would work now that they didn’t have robes to wear when they showered. Glenn didn’t wait up to hear what they decided. He wandered back to the sleep room, grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom to wash his face before he turned in. He fell asleep wondering if the sounds around him would keep him awake. They didn’t.

He was falling. Below he could see his father with out stretched arms waiting to catch him. The heat of the fire still burned his face. Above him his uncle stood in the window…

Glenn sat up in bed and turned off his alarm. It would go off in five minutes anyway at six am. He was at his sharpest in the morning and he hated sleeping that advantage away. The dream usually meant that he was anxious. He had worked that out long ago with a psychologist.

He had lathered up in the shower when Cassie stumbled in still sleepy wearing a towel wrapped tightly around her. She nodded to him, walked down to the enclosed shower, and padded into the shower with eyes staring straight ahead. Even without his glasses it had been quite a show. She looked fetching in the towel. She was tall for a woman with an ample bosom. Her long torso and even longer legs gave her an athletic look.

While she was still in the shower, he dried off and wrapped his towel around his waist. She came around the corner from the showers a few minutes later wrapped in her towel which seemed too small to fit around her chest easily and clearly too narrow to totally protect her virtue down below. As she raised her arms to blow dry her hair, the towel slid off her and came to rest on the floor. She repositioned the towel only to have it drop to the floor a second time. This time she wrapped the towel around her waist only.

“It looks like you get to watch a lady do her hair with her boobs out this morning.”

She went about blow drying her hair and then curling it. When she was done, she looked over at Glenn.

“You seem pretty relaxed, do men always shave while wearing just a towel?” she asked him scanning his outfit.

“I do it naked; I don’t want to do it with clothes on in case the shaving foam full of little bitty hairs drips on me. The hairs embed in the shirt fabric and you have to wear it all day.”

She nodded and watched as he pulled off his towel and threw it on the edge of the sink, then looked up at smiled at her.

“It only seems fair that I remove my towel since I’ve already seen you naked.”

She grinned at him and removed her towel.

“Do you always get up this early?” she asked him.

He admired her in the mirror. She looked good without makeup. Her ass was amazing. It was round and firm, and defied gravity. Of course a nipped in waist helped as did long shapely legs.

It was best not to concentrate on her body. He didn’t need an erection. He leaned against the sink to keep his interest in her from showing.

“Yep. Along about 6 am my eyes blink open and I’m up for the day. What about you?”

He caught her cringing as he pulled the razor against the grain on his neck.

“That looks painful,” she said watching him.

“It’s what every guy does. Didn’t you watch your father shave when you were little?”

“I was raised by my mother, watching a naked man shave is new to me.”

“I’m hardly an expert, but if you have any man questions, feel free to ask me. I’ll be honest.”

Things evolved after that first day. The women experimented with how much cleavage they wanted to reveal in their jumpsuits while the guys unzipped the suit all the way when they got warm, or sometimes pulled the upper half off entirely stalking the rooms with the arms of the jumpsuit tied around their waist. The rooms were always too warm for the polyester. The exercise room was even worse. Rather than sweat up their jumpsuits for the day, most of the men exercised in the buff. The women seemed to enjoy walking past the room.

After a week of sharing the bathroom early in the morning, Cassie abandoned the enclosed shower and showered next to him out in the open. That led to soaping up each other’s backs the next day, and gratuitous feels and strokes a couple days later. A tickle fight under the warm water led to first embrace and a kiss.

“You got to third base without touching first base or second,” she said after the kiss, “I’m afraid that I’m going to have to send you back to home plate for a do over.” She gave his cock a pleasant squeeze.

Glenn ran his hands down her back until he had a very nice double handful of perky, firm ass. She didn’t complain or push away when he pulled her into a chest to thigh embrace. Instead she lay her head on his shoulder and snuggled in allowing the warm water to cascade over both of them.

“We need to stop doing this. Someone may walk in on us,” she stroked his chest and shoulders.

“We don’t have to worry. Every time I walk in here, there’s a couple showering together.”

“This feels so good. I look forward to our few minutes of bliss every morning when I get up.”

“I do, too,” he whispered to her before tipping her head back to kiss her again.

They dried themselves in front of each other and walked into the room with the sinks and mirrors. She applied her makeup naked at the sink next to Glenn when Roger, a fellow participant, wandered in naked while sporting morning wood. He nodded to them half asleep as he padded past to the urinals. Cassie froze.

“Oh my god, he saw me naked,” she whispered to Glenn, “what do I do?”

“Nothing,” Glenn whispered back, “I’m not sure he’s awake.”

A few minutes later Roger wandered back through on his return trip. Nodded to them and hesitated at the door. He shook his head, and continued out into the hallway.

Glenn began laughing after the door had shut.

Cassie playfully slapped him on the ass.

“Stop it, that was embarrassing. I was standing here with boobs and cooter hanging out when a strange man walks through.”

“There’s nothing strange about Roger, he’s a good guy. In fact, he’s probably too embarrassed about you seeing his morning wood to realize that he caught you naked.”

They slid into their jumpsuits and went to breakfast in the solarium. Glenn prepared their coffees while Cassie toasted bagels. They sat down at a table in the waning autumn sunlight and began eating.

“How do you think the study is going so far?” Cassie asked between bites.

“I’m guessing fairly well,” Glenn replied sipping coffee, “we’re a carefully selected group. None of us looks weird, homely or scary, and we’re all pretty smart. We were selected because we get along well with others. On top of that, they’ve given us bathroom issues to solve with the only true solution being that everyone gets familiar with everyone else on an intimate basis.”

“You think that the bathroom issues were planned into the study?”

“I do. That’s why you see people in various states of dress in the hallways in the evening. Everyone is used to seeing everyone else either naked or wrapped in a towel in the bathroom.”

Cassie nodded.

“I’ve noticed that myself. I think nothing of walking out in the hall with my jumpsuit unzipped. Exposing that much cleavage is something I never did even in an all girl dorm. Nor have I ever spent an evening studying next to a man with my jumpsuit unzipped to my navel. Here, it seems so natural, and those suits are too warm anyway.”

She thought for a minute.

“We’re cut off from everyday life on campus. It’s like we’ve had to develop a new normal to fit the conditions we’re in.”

He nodded.

“True, think about it. We never leave this floor, our home for the school year is 3 East.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

Glenn shook his head.

“Not so far, I hope people don’t start hating each other after a while. There’s bound to be conflict. I know for instance that I have to turn in early enough to be asleep before someone at the other end begins snoring.”

“You talk in your sleep quite a bit,” Cassie said biting into bagel.

“I’m sorry if I wake you,” Alan replied.

“It’s nothing to worry about, it’s just curious. Your dreams seem to be about falling.”

Alan nodded.

“I have this recurring dream that I’m falling. I usually get it when I’m anxious about something.”

She placed her hand on his.

“Would you like me to wake you up when you start talking?” she asked with a look of concern on her face.

Glenn nodded.

“Would you please. I don’t want people to think I’m crazy.”

Chapter 3

September faded into October. Glenn had texted Sheryl a couple of times, but had received no response. A Sheryl induced depression tried to creep over him, but Cassie dispelled Sheryl from his mind. Sheryl’s memory could never displace Cassie lolling on her bed most evenings studying. One night she removed the top half of her jumpsuit tying the arms around her waist claiming she was too warm. She liked his company and he liked hers. Showering together every morning became the high point of his day. Cassie grew fiercely protective of him. She had marked him somehow and the other women knew to stay away. He had no idea what the mark was, and he didn’t care. He was comfortable with her.

Sheryl, at first, was a pleasant memory of torrid nights together when she came to him for love, but her current avoidance of him elicited less pleasant memories of how she avoided him whenever she had someone else.

“We should make love,” Glenn said to Cassie one evening as they lay on her bed, their studying forgotten. It was a warm night, and they had ditched their jump suits for the first time, something that was occurring with increased frequency especially in the evening among the group. He had never seen so much female flesh on display, and he liked it. Still, the only one he lusted after was Cassie who enjoyed his attention.

Since everyone slept naked because pajamas and underwear were not allowed, there was always plenty of naked flesh to be admired most mornings and evenings. Tiny Brit, the woman who bunked directly across from Cassie had given up on wearing the jumpsuit at all. None of the jumpsuits given to her fit her tiny body. There seemed to be a group experiment going on where individuals spent more and more time naked. Cassie had been slow to do that despite Glenn urging her. Although she sat naked on her bed, Glenn knew Cassie would don her jumpsuit before going into the study area or to use the bathroom.

A second group norm that had developed was the invisible wall around each person’s bed. People making love on their bed were pointedly ignored by everyone else as long as the lovemaking didn’t get too loud. Some tried to make love under a sheet to assure some privacy, but most didn’t because it was too warm. The same rules applied to couples sharing a shower. People had begun pairing up.

Cassie stiffened beside him.

“I want to make love with you, but it worries me,” Cassie said staring up at the ceiling, “we have no privacy in this room and, the last time I made love was in the back seat of a Toyota in high school. It was hurried and awful, and he never treated me the same after that.”

“I’m not worried about people seeing or hearing us,” Glenn stroked her lovely cheek, “other couples have had sex. We’ve both seen and heard them. By the way, was the person you had sex with in high school a nice guy or a player?”

“He was a nice guy. Why do you ask?” she rolled onto her side to look at him propping her head on her hand.

Her breasts, free of a jumpsuit, moved bewitchingly. They were fun to stroke because her puffy nipples were so tender that it drove her wild when he sucked and pulled on them.

Glenn nodded.

“Was he a virgin, too?”

“He was,” she bit her lower lip and frowned at Glenn, “he didn’t know what he was doing.”

“He was over-stimulated and had his orgasm way too soon. After that he was embarrassed and tried to cover it up by acting macho, and he was scared to death that you would tell your friends about what a dud he was. I can show you how it’s supposed to be. I’ll be gentle, and I’ll stop any time you tell me to.”

After a long pause, Cassie sat up.

“Did you make love to Sheryl?”

He nodded.

“I won’t lie to you, I did.”

“Was she good?”

He grabbed her hand.

“She was.”

“Will you be thinking of her when you make love to me?”

“Why would I? You’re passionate and responsive when I touch you. Enthusiasm counts for a lot. You’ll be a natural, and you’ll be good. Great sex begins in the mind not in the breasts or the groin.”

She kissed him slipping a bit of tongue into his mouth.

“I want to make love to you, but I need a little time. Is that okay?”

He kissed her, pulling her tight to him not caring if she could feel his erection.

“Of course it is, take your time. Know that when you decide, you’ll be in the hands of a gentle lover.”

At Halloween, the women on the floor announced a party in the solarium. Since costumes were impossible with everyone wearing the same thing, it was announced that body painting would be available to anyone who wanted to ‘dress up’ their body. Beth, an art major, had managed to beg supplies from a proctor.

The Saturday morning of the party, Cassie stood naked in front of the mirror in the bathroom casting a critical eye at her girly parts. Glenn and she had the place to themselves since it was Saturday morning and everyone else was sleeping in.

“Do you like my body?” she asked frowning at the mirror.

“Would you hold it against me if I said I did?”

She turned from the mirror with a sarcastic smirk and her fists on her lovely hips.

“How long have you been waiting to use that line?”

“Let’s see, this is the end of October,” he held up two fingers and grinned, “that would be two months.”

“You must be so proud.”

Glenn pulled her into a hug and gave her a kiss.

“I am,” he held up his thumb and forefinger separated by a small gap, “my inner Groucho Marx was a little proud when I said it.”

She was in no hurry to escape his embrace. And Glenn loved the feel of her breasts crushed against his chest and the sensuous curve of her back.

“I’m serious, my breasts are too small, aren’t they?”

Glenn stood behind her and stroked her breasts. Her nipples crinkled beneath his loving fingers.

“They’re high and firm, and incredibly soft. I dream about those perfect breasts.”

Cassie pushed his hands away, but only after he had stroked her breasts a few times making her wiggle her hips.

“What about my hips, are they too big?”

Glenn grabbed her hips and pulled them back into his groin. She responded by grinding her ass into his growing hard on.

“I love your womanly hips, and most men do. Just because some fashion house declared that woman with narrow boy hips were all the rage doesn’t mean that men agree. I prefer women who are shaped like women.”

“So my ass isn’t too big?”

He shook his head.

“If you’d give me the chance, I’d love to spend an evening covering that cute little ass with tiny bites and kisses. I might throw in a foot message too to the first five who accept my offer. Act now, this offering is for a limited time only.”

She ignored him staring into the mirror.

“I don’t have much of a thigh gap.”

Glenn shook his head and chuckled.

“Who the Hell cares about thigh gap? I’ve never in my life heard a man say the words ‘thigh gap’ much less complain that a woman lacked a decent one. Why are you so critical of your body?”

“I love Halloween. Usually when there’s a party, I spend weeks putting my costume together. I was thinking about getting body painted for the Halloween party since everyone is dressed the same, but I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

“You’ve got a body that women envy and guys adore. I’ll make you two promises. The first is that I’ll tell you if you look ridiculous after you’ve been body painted, my second promise is that I would be proud and honored to take you anywhere you want to go and I’m more than ready to defend your right to do so. Besides everyone wanders around here pretty much naked anyway.”

Cassie stroked his cheek and turned to watch them in the mirror.

“We make a pretty good couple even if you are weird, and that’s why I put up with you.”

She gave him a quick kiss.

“Now, let’s get breakfast. I want to be in line early for the body painting.”

They threw their towels over their shoulders and sauntered naked into the hallway.

She disappeared after breakfast and he didn’t see her until lunch when she showed up wearing her coveralls zipped to her neck. Glenn was sitting with a mixed group of people when Cassie set her tray down at the empty seat next to him.

“All body painted up?” Glenn asked as she sat next to him.

She nodded coloring a bit in her cheeks.

“You have to show us,” Brit said.

“No way!” Cassie said grabbing the lapels of her coveralls in a death grip, “not until tonight.”

Brit wouldn’t let it go.

“Look, others are showing off their body paint costumes,” Brit added while trying to catch a peek at what she had under her coveralls.

Brit pointed at Rita who was painted up as a sexy policewoman with a bare midriff. Even from across the room it was easy to see that she was naked but for the paint. She would have attracted more attention, but Rita was always naked.

“You’ll have to wait until tonight,” Cassie scanned the room.

A few others were modeling their paint jobs. Most elected to have their breasts painted and when Cassie finally released her death grip on her jumpsuit’s lapels, Glenn did catch a glimpse of red and yellow paint.

After lunch, they wandered into the deserted sleep room. Cassie looked around, and relaxed.

“I want your honest opinion. I’m not sure this is right for me.”

With that she unzipped the coverall and allowed it to drop to the floor.

A painted on red superhero costume appeared.

“You’re the Flash?”

She nodded first folding her arms and then letting them drop.

“It’s horrible, isn’t it? I should shower it off. They’ll see too much of me,” she wailed.

“I love the lightening logo on you chest, and the yellow lightening bolts around your wrists and waist, and lord, those yellow boots are cool. You look amazing!”

Cassie stared at him, stunned.

“You think I look good?”

He shook his head.

“No, you look phenomenal,” he clapped his hands, “I’m taking Lady Flash to the Halloween party.”

“My breasts are exposed.”

Glenn shrugged.

“Well, yes and no. If I really look, I can see their shape, but the nipples are covered in paint. They don’t look like they’re on display. Truth be told it looks like you’re wearing a leotard.”

Glenn dropped to his knees, and pointed to her naughty bits.

“How are you covering up down there?”

“It’s called a C string and they use it when they want a smooth look down there for painting. It’s more comfortable than it looks, but it doesn’t cover my ass in back. I feel so exposed painted up like this.”

Glenn walked behind her.

“You look amazing, and I’ve got to tell you the world is a better place with your cute little ass in it. I wouldn’t mind looking at those buns all evening, I’ll need a big stick though to beat away all the guys. They’ll be drawn to you like,” he stopped to search for words, “like horny nerds to a beautiful woman in a painted on Flash costume at Comicon.”

She looked unsure and Glenn feared that she might wash the paint off so he played his final card.

“Stay here while I get Brit. I’ll stay in the study area so that I can’t influence her views. If she says don’t do it, then shower it off.”

Cassie nodded and sat on her bed as he walked into the study area, and asked Britt to go see Cassie.

Brit walked into the sleep room, looked at Cassie.

“Oh my God, that is the most amazing paint job I’ve ever seen,” she nearly screamed.

Cassie was zipping up her jumpsuit as Glenn sauntered back into the room.

“What did Brit say?”

“She agreed with you,” a much calmer Cassie replied, “she said that I had the perfect costume, and guys will be throwing themselves at me all evening.”

“So are you going like this?” Glen asked smiling at her.

She nodded,

“I will but only if Brit gets body painted and you escort us. You have to stay with me all evening too, to make sure no one gets grabby with me.”

Glenn gave her a courtly nod.

“It would please me to escort you to the ball this evening.”

The party began a 6 pm. Dinner came first followed by dancing. The solarium had been decorated and looked Halloweenish with cut outs of ghosts, witches, and black cats taped to the walls at intervals. They arrived at 6:15 and the whole place went silent as Glenn escorted the Flash and Brit’s Scarlet Witch to the dance. Half of the people there produced phones and came up to take pictures. Glenn tolerated five minutes of this, then turned to Cassie and Brit.

“Are you tired of this?”

They both nodded.

“Okay folks. We’d like to grab some dinner. There’ll be plenty of time for photos afterward.”

He took their arms and guided them away from the crowd. Glenn puzzled over the aggressive behavior of some of the men. He had to push Craig out of the way so they could get into the serving line. The guy was too busy taking picture after picture. He scanned the room and discovered the punch bowl sitting on a table in the corner. Some of them had been drinking the spiked concoction for a while.

Person after person interrupted dinner to compliment Cassie and Brit on their costumes. They were gracious to everyone, even the slightly creepy guys. Glenn had to glare at one to get him to move on. Once dinner was done, half of the tables where folded up and pushed out of the way. Chairs ringed the center of the room as a dance floor appeared while Trent, the audiophile of the group, set up in a corner. As more body painted women appeared, Cassie and Brit, to Glen’s relief, were no longer the only semi-nudes. For the first time that evening he relaxed a bit.

“Wow, that was intense. I’ve never been the center of attention like that,” Cassie said taking a sip of punch.

“You have no idea how pretty you are, do you?” Brit said shaking her head.

“What do you mean?” Cassie asked.

“You dress conservatively, and apply subtle makeup most days. Men are attracted to the women who show cleavage and dress in form fitting clothes, but when they stop to look, they discover that you’re drop dead gorgeous.”

Glenn watched her blush and smile at the same time.

“Tonight, you’ve shown everyone that when it comes to strutting your stuff, you take a back seat to no one,” Brit added.

Courtney, who’s bed was on the other side of Glenn, wandered by nude and paint-free having ditched her jumpsuit following several cups of punch. She wrapped her arms around Glenn and kissed him.

“Tonight, I’m going to make you my sock puppet of love,” she announced oblivious to Brit and Cassie.

She stepped back, grabbed the zipper on his jumpsuit and pulled it down. Glenn stopped her, by grabbing her hand while signaling Chet to come over.

Glenn winked at Chet, then unzipped his jumpsuit and deposited Courtney’s hand on top of Chet’s groin.

“Why don’t you two get to know each other?”

Courtney looked up at Chet and grinned having found what she was looking for, and they wandered off together hand in… well, together.

“How did you know that would work?” Brit asked.

“The guys have been saying that Courtney has been sampling the field and I knew that Chet was admiring her from afar. The solution was right in front of me.”

Cassie wrapped herself around Glenn and laid a blockbuster of a kiss on him.

When she stepped back, Glenn shook his head.

“I appreciate the gesture, but what was that for?”

She leered at him.

“I want everyone to know whose sock puppet of love you are.”

She stood back with her hands on her hips and her shoulders back. She threw her hands up like she was preparing for a fist fight.

“If any woman disagrees and wants a naked chic fight, I’m ready.”

Her ferocity charmed him and scared him a bit when he thought about it. She was willing to fight for him. It was so different from Sheryl’s ‘you’ll do fine until I find someone better’ attitude.

They danced when the music started; Cassie surrendered herself to the music and looked amazing moving to the driving beat while he lurched about the floor with all the grace of a semi truck negotiating a corner on an icy street. When Cassie felt that he had suffered enough, she let him sit down while she continued to dance with Brit and other friends. Body painted Flash and Scarlett Witch dancing together drew an audience and Cassie and Brit responded, loving every minute of it. Glenn sensed no danger from the group and relaxed a bit. Escorting beautiful women was more work than he thought it would be. He didn’t like the attention he was getting even if it was the from the light reflected off Cassie and Brit.

Since he was thirsty, he stopped by the punch bowl and poured two cups of punch before returning to their table. The second cup was for Cassie who would be thirsty when she came off the floor.

As he sat there, the crowd parted and Rita strutted up and sat in the chair next to him in all her naked beauty. Her jumpsuit had proved too confining following a cup too many of the punch.

“I want you,” she half shouted to make herself heard above the music.

He nodded his head not bothering to try to shout above the music.

“I’ve been thinking about you, and about the good times we’re going to have together.”

When he looked down, she was fingering herself. She dropped her hand on his thigh, not far from his groin, and gave him a squeeze.

Cassie appeared in front of them full of menace.

“He’s mine,” Cassie shouted above the music, “go away.”

The music stopped and the DJ announced a short break before starting a tape of dance music.

Rita stood and faced Cassie. She stood a few inches taller and more slender while Cassie had the muscle. Glenn wondered what women did when there were no clothes to rip off each other. Pull hair? It didn’t come to that. Rita turned to him.

“I’m a couple beds away from you if you’re interested. Drop by any time.”

With that, she grabbed the cup of punch Glenn had gotten for Cassie and drained it before strutting onto the dance floor. It was a memorable walk full of hip swing, one that he would remember for a long time.

“What did you say to her?”

Glenn held up his hands.

“Nothing, she had only sat down when you appeared.”

“But you didn’t tell her to go away, did you?”

“I never got the chance,” Glenn frowned, “you’re acting like I cheated on you.”

Cassie sat in the chair, and sagged as she released the tension from her body.

“I’m sorry, “she patted his hand, “an old high school trauma caused me to overreact.”

She stared at him for a moment with her head tilted then nodded.

“When the music starts up, I want to dance with you for a while, then I think we should go shower, this body paint is starting to itch.”

When Glenn stood to replace Cassie’s cup of punch, he noticed a proctor taking copious notes while looking at him and Cassie.

Glenn danced with Cassie for the next three dances, two fast and one slow. Halfway into the third dance Glenn noticed that Cassie positioned herself so that she faced Rita. When the third dance was over, they walked back to the table and said their goodbyes.

Cassie said nothing as they walked into the sleeping room. Glenn reviewed his thirty seconds with Rita and could find nothing wrong with what he did.

“I’m not a mind reader, if you’re mad about something, you have to tell me,” he said to her as the silence wore on. He tried hard to keep any aggravation out of his voice.

Cassie frowned looking straight ahead.

“I was out on the dance floor when I spotted you and Rita. You did nothing wrong, but you looked into her eyes the way I want you to look into mine,” she stopped and looked up at him, “then I realized that I was doing the same thing to you that your former girl friend, Sheryl, did to you. She pushed you away whenever she found someone she thought was better, and I’m pushing you away because of something that happened to me four years ago.”

“It’s not the same…”

She held up her hand.

“I’ve decided that I’m not going to treat you like a sock puppet anymore. Tonight, we’re making love as soon as I get this red paint off me. The paint coated the fine hair all over my body, and pulls on them as I move. It’s a really weird feeling, one that I would love to be free of.”

Back at her room, she threw a towel at Glenn.

“I want your help getting this paint off me in the shower.”

When he was ready, she led him naked into the bathroom.

The paint dissolved in the warm water and the soap. Glenn washed her back from shoulders to feet making sure that no red paint remained. Cassie emerged as the red paint dissolved off her as she dug paint from under her fingernails and toes. Glenn applied soap where needed and tried to be as thorough as possible when it came time to work it into a lather.

Cassie’s mood improved till at last she was hanging on him.

“You make showers fun,” she whispered as he scrubbed the last bit of paint from her groin.

He dried her off using her towel, then dried himself. As they were walking out, another couple walked in stripped down and ready to shower. Cassie stopped and talked to the girl oblivious to her nudity.

“I can go back and get your jumpsuit for you,” Glenn offered.

Cassie shook her head.

“Why bother? Everyone has seen me naked all evening.”

With that she sauntered into the sleep room, waved to another couple coming from the party, and sat on her bed, patting the mattress for Glenn to come sit beside her.

“I want you to make love to me the right way. You’re experienced, and I’m not. Be gentle and stop if I ask you to.”

With that, she laid a long languorous kiss on him. Cassie surrendered her mouth to him, and he enjoyed the soft silky feel of her tongue. Glenn sat up, turned off the light on the nightstand and returned to the bed. Cassie lay splayed out on the bed with her legs open.

“We’ve got a lot of fun stuff to do before we get there,” he whispered to her as he pushed her legs together.

Before she could pout, he rained kisses down on her as he found her breasts with his hands and stroked them. She purred at first, but moaned as he rolled a puffy nipple between finger and thumb.

“Your breasts are more tender than usual,” he whispered into her ear before he nibbled her earlobe.

“They are, be gentle with them,” she murmured back.

She held her hands under her breasts and offered them to him. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked; she moaned her approval.

“Shouldn’t I be doing something for you?” she whispered as she ran her fingers through her hair.

He kissed her.

“Not tonight, this is all about you.”

He switched to the breast he had ignored and drew another sensual moan from her. As he played with her breasts, his hand drifted lower first resting on her mons and then shifting lower until he cupped her outer lips in his hand. She rocked her hips to make his hand move a little. As he kissed his way across her tummy, one then two fingers parted her lower lips and began exploring the warmth and the satiny smoothness within at a deliberate pace.

She gasped and wiggled through a contact orgasm. He waited for her.

“Wow, I’ve never had that happen before.”

She pulled his head up to give him a kiss.

“I’m ready now. I want you in me.”

Glenn smiled at her.

“Not yet, you’re still one orgasm away from me entering you.”

He dropped between her legs and delivered a kiss to the light patch of hair on her mons. Her aroma, sweet and heady filled him, and he had to hold himself back from taking her right then. Instead, he planted a kiss on the outer lips of her vagina then probed deep into her with his tongue.

Cassie gasped and grabbed his head with her hands.

“Wow, that feels good,” she moaned before another mini orgasm rattled through her body.

Glenn licked higher and higher until he encountered her clit. He probed it with his tongue. It was too sensitive to tongue directly so he devoted himself to licking the tender tissue around base touching her clit from time to time to see if she could bear it. When she could, he used his tongue to stroke 3.14162 across her clit. That evening, 2 was the magic number and she pulled his face hard against her groin and locked him in place between her legs.

“Gah-h-h-h,” she shouted a little too loud as a strong orgasm ripped through her making her thrash against him. When she was done and lay panting, she pushed his head away.

“I’m too tender for anymore,” she gasped between breaths.

Glenn crawled up beside her wondering if she would kiss him now that his face was covered in pussy aroma.

Cassie grabbed a tissue from her nightstand and wiped his face with it.

“Kiss me,” she ordered.

Glenn obeyed.

“Fuck me now. I want you deep in me.”

That was the signal Glenn was waiting for. She had surrendered herself to passion. Nothing else mattered to her but getting him inside of her. He crawled between her open legs taking a moment to admire the view. Nothing was more special than when a woman opened herself to a man. Fear and anxiety were replaced with trust and desire. He hovered above her pussy and Cassie grabbed his cock and guided it in. There was no resistance, and their hips touched on the first thrust.

“Stop there,” Cassie whispered, “I need to get used to you.”

He held still as Cassie’s muscles adjusted making room for him, soon they fit together perfectly.

“You feel good in me, I feel so full,” Cassie rocked her hips sending a thrill through him, “I was worried, you seemed so large, but you fill me just fine.”

Glenn pulled back and then thrust in again luxuriating in the delicious feel of a passionate woman writhing beneath him. He began thrusting concentrating on maximizing the sweet agony of skin stroking skin. When she began raising her hips to meet him, he picked up the pace feeling Cassie’s fingernails digging into his back.

“It feels too good,” she whispered right before she stiffened and then flailed beneath him. She pushed him over the edge into sweet paradise. He stiffened, then pumped and pumped into her.

“Oh, my that is amazing,” Cassie whimpered as she locked her arms and legs about him and pulled him close, “I can feel you pulsing inside of me.”

She nibbled his earlobe.

“I want to eat you up.”

Glenn was scared that he might be crushing her, and hovered above her with all his weight on his hands and knees. He slid off her, lay on his side, and spooned in behind her pulling her in close resting his hand on her hip. Cassie cuddled in and sighed as she grabbed his hand and placed it over her breast.

After a few minutes, Cassie stirred, grabbed a few tissues and cleaned herself up then turned to Glenn.

“Roll on your back,” she ordered.

He complied, and then watched as Cassie cleaned him up too.

“You don’t have to do that,” he offered.

“I want to do it. I want to know everything about you, even your penis.”

She turned on the bedside lamp.

“You don’t look like the guys in the porn videos that I watched to see how sex was done.”

“I’m not circumcised,” he was getting aroused again under her careful inspection, “push the loose skin back and the head will pop out.”

She followed his instructions.

“Wow, how does that feel?”

“It’s normal to me which in this case means quite arousing in your exquisite hands.”

Her stroking was starting to feel pretty good. He began firming up.

“I want to give you a blow job. I watched a video, and I think I know how to do it,” she pushed him back until he was laying flat on the bed. Cassie straddled his knees and took his erection into her hand. She bent over and began licking the head of his dick while her hand stroked him.

Her strokes set off tingles of pleasure through his body, and the way her breasts brushed against his thighs pushed his arousal into the stratosphere. Her breasts were so soft and yielding, so unlike anything on his body.

She took him into her mouth and sucked as her tongue explored the underside of his cap. When he moaned from the pleasure, she looked up and grinned.

“Who’s in charge now?” she asked as she stroked his cock.

“You are.” Glenn said through a grimace of pleasure as she enveloped his head in her mouth again.

She sprawled on his legs. Her breasts resting on his kneess added to his mounting pleasure and pushed him ever closer to the edge.

She attacked his cock with renewed zeal taking it deep into her mouth. The sweet tickle deep in his groin blossomed into erotic tension throughout his body.

“I’m going to cum,” he moaned trying to push her away.

She refused to budge, he surrendered to her wishes and pulsed again and again into her mouth.

When he was done, she came up with a triumphant grin.

“Cum is not the best taste in the world, but I like your undivided attention. It’s fun playing with you. We’re going to have to do this more. What are you doing tomorrow night?”

She kissed him deeply and Glenn caught a taste of his cum. It wasn’t horrible. Sheryl was never one to give a blow-job so the taste was new to him.

Cassie cuddled in beside him.

“Do you know what I want more than anything right now?”

“I hope it has something to do with me,” Glenn whispered back.

“It does,” she rested her head on his shoulder and threw her thigh over his, “I want to fall asleep in the arms of my naked lover.”

She kissed him on the cheek, and sleep they did.

Chapter 4

They awoke later than usual that Sunday morning. Cassie had plans before they showered. Despite a room full of people waking up, she was intrigued by cowgirl position from her studies on the internet on how to make love. Glen got to play with her breasts while she sat on his lap staring at him with passion clouded eyes. His breast play helped her along to multiple orgasms before he succumbed to her charms. After they cuddled for a while, Cassie threw him a towel.

“I’m hungry, let’s take a shower then go get breakfast.”

“You’re not taking your jumpsuit?” Glenn asked.

This was a clear change.

“Why bother? Everybody saw me bare ass naked all day yesterday.”

He grabbed his towel, and shaving kit and walked out into the study room and a transformed world. The women in the study room were as naked as the men usually were, even Anna, the shyest of the women. Cassie, in her element, greeted Brit stopping to talk about what happened at the party after they had left. So many other couples were showering when they got to the bathroom that they had to wait for an empty stall. While they showered they listened to a couple of women talk about last night’s festivities after the party. They were comparing the sexual styles of the men on the floor.

“What the hell happened last night?” Glenn asked keeping his voice low.

“Brit told me. Right after we left, the proctors brought out a bank of one arm bandits. If you surrendered your coveralls, you were given ten tokens to put into the machine where you played for money added to your account at the bookstore for next semester’s books, and pizza money. If you surrendered your jumpsuit for a week you got seventy tokens, and if you surrendered your jumpsuit for an entire month you got three hundred tokens. It started slowly, but by the end of the night, everyone was bare ass naked for November. People got friendly after that. Brit said someone produced a bottle of baby oil and the dancing got very touchy feely.”

Glen watched Chet soaping up Rita.

“I guessed we missed an orgy last night,” Glenn shook his head looking around the room.

Cassie pulled herself up to her full height, pushed her chest out and rested her fists on her naked hips. She was trying to look tough, but she only managed to look more sexy to him.

“Please tell me what you missed while you and I shared a bed?”

“Shenanigans,” he grinned at her, “all we missed was shenanigans.”

She stood close to him under the warm shower and rubbed her breasts across his chest. His cock responded. Rather than share his hard on with the room he backed away from her touch then he thought better of it. Half the men in the room showed at least some tumescense.

People discovered that they were most comfortable naked in the overheated dorm, and t-shirts were issued for zoom classes. Glenn knew that things had shifted for good when management posted a notice in the solarium that flashing people on the sidewalks below was prohibited, and a second notice was posted that condoms were available on request from a proctor.

Glenn relaxed; things were going to work out. All he had to concentrate on was pulling A’s in his classes and pleasuring Cassie. It was a rare November sunny Saturday. He and Cassie sat together on the couch in the solarium, and Cassie had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Suddenly there was shouting and angry words coming from the study room followed by a huge whump as if someone had tried to kick in a door. Glenn jumped up to investigate and discovered two naked guys sprawled on the floor wrestling in the study room.

“What’s going on,” he asked Roger who was watching the action.

“They’re fighting over a woman,” Roger nodded to Rita.

The mortified look on her face and the way she tried to cover herself said everything he needed to know.

“We’ve got to break them up before they get thrown out of the program,” Glenn positioned himself behind the guy on top, “I’ll drag him off, Roger, you make sure the guy on the bottom doesn’t jump up and punch my guy while I’m holding him.”

They separated the two combatants and got them cooled down as people poured into the study room to see what the fracas was about. When Glenn released his man, he looked like he was going to say something to the guy he was fighting, shook his head, and stormed off into the sleeping room. When Roger released his fighter, he walked off in the opposite direction to the sun room where Rita intercepted him.

Glenn nodded to Roger.

“Thank you for helping.”

Roger nodded back.

“We’ve got to do something. There’s fights like this all over the dorm. People are getting thrown out of the program. They’ve closed down 2 West because of these fights like they did 1 East the day before. We don’t want to be the next group to disband. We can’t afford it.”

Things were not going well. The crowding had something to do with it, but sexual jealousy would almost certainly sink the program if it got out of hand. He could think of no solutions, but Cassie had a level head. May she could.

“I think we’re supposed to have lots of sex with lots of different partners,” Cassie said one glorious weekend afternoon as she lazily stroked his body, “what I don’t understand is how we’re supposed to do that without jealousy.”

Glenn and she had made love. About a quarter of the beds were occupied with couples enjoying a lazy afternoon. Others were making zoom calls home to the parents, and somewhere out in the study area, a group of guys were watching a football game.

“We’re stuck here for Thanksgiving break with nothing to do” she continued, “we could have a dance and maybe a Euchre tournament, but the mornings and afternoons do stretch out when there’s nothing to do. Christmas vacation is going to be tough. It’s two weeks.”

They had pushed their beds together abandoning all pretext that they were anything but a couple. A few others had done the same. While their beds remained that way, others were moved about the room as couples came together and broke up.

“I’ve wondered about why they’ve pushed us into having so much sex too,” Glenn said sitting up, “when I look at the people on out floor, there’s not a single person who’s overweight or homely.”

Cassie nodded.

“You’re right now that I think about it. I remember noticing that the very first day. It never occurred to me that physical attractiveness was one of the criteria for selecting us. Why would they do that? Would the selection criteria for a mission to Mars also include physical attractiveness?”

“It might be if they wanted a flight crew to Mars to screw like bunny rabbits to pass the time in transit.” Glenn frowned deep in thought, “I don’t know how we’re supposed to handle the inevitable conflicts that sexual jealousy is going to cause though.”

Glenn kissed her on the neck raising goosebumps on her arm. The time Cassie most wanted to make love was right after they had made love. She liked to catch her breath, talk a little while they cuddled, then make love slowly and deliberately extracting as much sensation from each other as they could.

“There’s two cliques forming in our group,” she made a sawing motion with her hand, “it divides our sleep room in half. The back half hangs together most of the time as does our group in the beds around us. The strange part is that there is little communication between the two groups.”

He kissed his way down her chest lingering over her sensitive nipples. He had to be careful while they could be an intense turn on for Cassie, they could also be a turn off if he got too rough.

“You’re right,” Glenn nodded between nipples, “there is that divide. Do you think we’re in trouble?”

“Not right now, but things could get nasty,” she held up a breast to give him a better angle, “how would you like it if someone from the back group tried to poach Brit, and pull her away from us?”

Glenn frowned. It was tough to think about group dynamics when a beautiful naked woman was primed for another round of sex. He reluctantly pulled back from the love making.

“I really do not like what I’m thinking,” Glenn bit his lower lip, “I’m more possessive of her than I should be.”

Cassie patted him on the cheek.

“That’s the problem right there.”

“So what do we do about it? We can’t afford our group breaking into the houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin.” Glenn laid back, sex wasn’t going to happen.

“Let me talk to the women about it,” Cassie said, “we need to break up the cliques and get everyone acting as one group.”

She reached over and gave his very erect cock a couple of strokes.

“Who told you to stop playing with my breasts?”

“You seem much more interested in solving group problems than you are at making love. I can talk about our group or I can make love to you, I can’t do both.”

“I keep forgetting that guys can’t multitask like women can,” she kissed his cheek.

“Does that mean you’re going to think about group problems while we make love?” Glenn whispered in her ear before nibbling at her ear lobe.

“That depends on how thorough and stimulating you are as my lover. I’ll let you know when we’re done.”

The low angle sun flooded the solarium at lunch with a warm amber glow that drew most everyone making it the perfect place for a discussion. Tom, one of the combatants from the fight over Rita, was chewing on a grilled cheese sandwich when Roger turned to him.

“What’s your punishment for fighting?”

Tom flushed, shook his head, and stared down at his food.

“The dean of students put me on social probation for the next month. One more incident, and I’m out of the program and probably out of school. There’s no way I can pay full tuition.”

He took a spoonful of tomato soup looking miserable.

“Why were you and Trent fighting?” Roger asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Tom mumbled without looking up.

“You were angry because Trent was paying attention to Rita,” Brit said to the table.

Tom, frowning, scanned the faces at the table.

“Do we have to discuss this? Look, I screwed up, and I’m sorry. Okay?”

He stood, picked up his tray, and walked out of the sun room.

“We’ve got a problem,” Glenn said watching Tom go, “there’s other sexual rivalries on our floor, and it’s only a matter of time before this happens again and again. If it gets bad enough, I can see this program shutting down.”

He noticed a proctor sitting one table over taking notes. Despite being the only ones clothed on the floor, the proctors managed to insinuate themselves into the center of the action without garnering attention.

“What can we do. You can’t order someone to not to be jealous,” Roger reflected after a few moments of thought as he sipped his ice tea.

Brit got a puckish grin on her face, and Glenn knew they were in trouble.

“You can order someone to not be jealous for one night, though,” she leered at Glenn, “what if we had one night a week when anyone in our group can ask anyone they want for sex? We could call it Freaky Friday or Hump Day or Bed, Babe and Beyond.”

She scanned the table looking for agreement.

“We women have been talking about the fight, and we’re concerned, ” Brit pointed at the guys at the table, “none of us wants this program canceled, and it might be if you guys don’t pull back on the macho crap. Almost all of the women are okay with the idea of multiple sexual partners as long as they can refuse a guy if they want to.”

“Then that doesn’t solve the problem,” Roger said, “because there are couples who have decided to be exclusive with each other like Glenn and Cassie. There are men and women in the group who have feelings for them too. Everyone has to be receptive to sex with anyone else, or it doesn’t work.”

Glenn pictured Cassie in the bed of another man and wasn’t happy. Still it was a potential solution to their problem so he forced the image from his mind. He could grin and bear it if she had to grin and bare it.

“So how do we keep people from refusing?” Beth, a freckled ginger who had been treating the study as a sexual smorgasbord to the delight of the men asked with a wink in Glenn’s direction.

On the other hand, Glenn having sex with a few other women who he found attractive didn’t seem like a bad idea. Maybe both Cassie and he could grin and bare it at the same time.

“We could make it a rule that if you refuse someone, you have to attend your zoom classes naked for a week,” John, a tall quiet guy, said.

That got nods all around. The running joke on campus was when a student logged on with only their face showing it was to hide their nudity. Covid protocols had sent everyone home but the study leaving a mostly deserted campus, and all classes on the computer.

“Let’s call a meeting tonight. We can present the idea to the group and see what everyone thinks,” Glenn stood and picked up his tray, “in the meantime, let’s everyone think about possible problems we might encounter. This might solve our problems, but it could also cause other unforeseen problems as well. We all need this study to last.”

“What do you think?” Glenn asked Cassie.

They lay in her bed. With the amount of sex they had had over the Thanksgiving break, they hadn’t made love yet today, but pleasuring each other was fun. Glenn had decided kissing and hugging on his naked girlfriend never got old. Cassie sought comfort from him as much as he did from her. A world on intimacy had opened up between them as they learned each other’s bodies. Little gestures like a squeezed hand or a quick kiss meant as much as the sex play. Cassie liked to be stroked all over her naked body, and Glenn loved stroking her.

“You know that Roger is going to ask to sleep with me right away. Are you okay with that?”

“Are you attracted to him?” Glenn asked, “be honest.”

“I would like to have sex with him one time because I’m curious about how other men make love and I know and trust Roger. You’re only the second person I’ve had sex with. Am I attracted to him the way I’m attracted to you? No, not at all. Is he a cute guy that I like? Yes he is.”

Glenn nodded. The love in her eyes mattered more than what she was saying.

“I could live with that. I could go work out while it’s happening.”

Cassie smiled and shook her head.

“No need, you’ll be busy. Brit, Rita, Courtney and Laura are all warm for your form. If anyone is sitting around wondering what’s happening to their partner two beds down, it’s me.”

Glenn chuckled.

“You’re kidding, right? You’re going to have a line at your door.”

Cassie grew serious.

“Do you think we’ll survive as a couple through this?” she grabbed his hand and held it to her breast.

“I’ve never met anyone who I’m so comfortable with as I am with you. You’re the first person I think of in the morning and the last person I think about at night. I haven’t had a single nightmare since I began sleeping with you. Like it or not, I’m with you until you kick me out of your bed. There are nine other beautiful women on this floor, but not a single one will ever push you from my heart.”

She kissed him, her lips lingering on his.

“I feel the same way. Save a little something for me when you sleep with those women, because I’m going to need reassurance.”

She reached down and stroked his hardening cock.

“That belongs to me. I’ll let you share it with other women as long as you keep it clean and tidy. We need to keep this program going, but you are mine.”

The meeting in the study room was an awkward one. No one rejected the idea outright, but there were those who listened with arms crossed and a slight frown on their faces.

“I’m worried that the entire program could shut down and we all would be thrown out to pay full room and board prices as well as full tuition. We can’t allow jealousies to build to the point where there’s open war. Three groups have been disbanded. We’re on that same path.”

He scanned the group and grinned.

“Those of you who aren’t out and out for it, remember that your senior year and tens of thousand dollars are on the line, and all you have to do to keep the program going is perform a very pleasant task from time to time. This will be a story that you can never tell your spouse or your grandchildren. We all need a few stories like that.”

That drew nervous laughter from the group while they glanced around sizing each other up as potential partners. Even here, the meeting had fallen into two groups. Glenn’s supporters sat around him while the other group occupied the other half of the room.

The good news was that even shy Anna who still wore her coveralls most of the day seemed ready to pitch in to save the program. The guys showed some arousal at the idea while half the women had hard nipples. Glenn thought that boded well. There were more than a few winks and longing looks. He took that as a good sign as well.

“Anyway, if there are no further questions, think about it for a couple days. Roger will take a poll among the men while Brit is in charge of polling the women.”

The meeting broke up leaving Glenn, Brit, Roger and Cassie along with the ever present proctor standing in the study room.

“What do you think?” Glenn asked the group.

Roger shrugged.

“As far as I can tell, the men are on board, ten women to choose from is an excellent inducement. Let’s face it, it’s a fantasy come true for most guys.”

Brit shook her head.

“You guys are so predictable. Do you ever think with the head above your shoulders?”

“What about the women?” Glenn asked ignoring the taunt.

“I’d say eight are for it, the other two are willing to go along because they see that it will solve a growing problem that could sink this program.”

“What are their objections?” Roger asked.

“They don’t like the idea of being public property,” she thought from a moment, “and there’s no way to get around that attitude. One who shall remain nameless said the idea made her feel like a whore, but free room, board and tuition are a powerful incentive.”

“We’re going to need a stronger commitment than that,” Glenn replied after thought, “I can see one or both of them refusing to go along with the program at some point. Should we even try a program like this without 100% buy in?”

Chapter 5

Sunday morning, the last day of Thanksgiving break, a proctor sat down at the table as Glenn and Cassie ate breakfast. They were the only study participants up early. Until Brit dragged in searching for coffee. The proctor was older than usual, and Glenn got the impression that he might be one of the principals of the study.

“You’ve come up with an interesting approach to sexual jealousy. I applaud your ingenuity. We dissolved the study on second floor west because open war broke out over sexual jealousy.”

“That’s half of the groups gone,” Glenn shook his head.

Brit sat at the table with them.

“Well, I’m not sure it’s going to work,” Brit said sipping her coffee, “everyone has to buy in, and we have two people who hate the idea.”

“You had two people,” the proctor replied as he pushed a folded piece of paper across the table to Cassie, “they’re not being thrown out of the study, they’re being moved to other floors, and two willing participants will be moved in. The paper contains their names. We want to see the ramifications of your approach so much that we violated our experimental protocol.”

“Can you tell us anything about the study?” Glenn asked.

“Sadly, no,” he shook his head, “I can’t taint the results. I’m talking to you two now because you and two other groups are addressing group problems in inventive ways, and we want to see if you can stabilize your social-sexual dynamic, there are precedents among primates. Bonobo chimps in the wild use sex as a glue to hold their troop together,” he stood, “I can promise you that I will send you a copy of the study once it’s written up and published.”

With that he turned and wandered out of the dining room.

“I guess we have a study as long as we screw like monkeys. What are your thoughts?”

Cassie counted on her fingers.

“There are five guys that I know well enough that I’d be comfortable with in my bed. That leaves four men who seem nice, but I don’t feel comfortable with the idea of them screwing me because I don’t know them.”

“I don’t think everyone is going to want to sleep with everyone else,” Glenn opined.

“Really? You don’t think that there’s a couple guys who’ve made a list of the women they’ve bedded so far? You don’t think that there’s a group of guys who want to join the ‘Ten out of Ten Club’? Can you guess who’s high on the list because she’s only slept with one guy so far?”

“Good Lord, I hadn’t thought of that. You’re a trophy to some of those guys.”

“You’re not in much better shape. You’ve been off limits to nine of the girls on this floor,” Cassie shook her head, “guess who the most sought after guy is going to be?”

Brit nodded in agreement.

Glenn scratched his head remembering Beth’s wink at him.

“All the women on the floor are nice, but I don’t know half of them very well, and sex with them while not impossible would be uncomfortable. I don’t even like people touching me until I know them. What can we do to lower that barrier, because if we’re feeling it, you know most everyone else is?”

“Let me talk with the rest of the women,” Cassie shrugged, “who knows? Maybe we’ll come up with something.”

“How did you find out about the Ten out of Ten club?” Glenn shook his head, “by the way, I am not a participating member.”

“All the women know because you guys are dumb as a box of rocks, and leave stuff on your desks that should be kept out of sight.”

Cassie opened the sheet of paper that the proctor had passed to her and scanned the names.

“And we have another problem,” she passed the piece of paper to Glenn, “Sheryl is moving onto our floor today.”

Glenn read her name on the paper and his mouth went dry.

Brit looked at Cassie with big eyes.

“You have to tell me about that.”

He was falling. Below his father waited to catch him; his uncle stood at the window above partially obscured by the dense black smoke pouring out the window. His father caught him, but this time he didn’t feel the crushing anguish.

In the morning he awoke to find Cassie with her arms around him like she was protecting him. Usually she was in her own bed pushed next to his unless they had made love the night before.

“Hello,” he said when he rolled over to face her, “believe me, I’m not complaining, but why are you in bed with me?”

Cassie stretched, then reached over and stroked his cheek.

“You were crying out in your sleep last night, and the only way I could calm you down was to climb in bed with you,” she studied his face, “maybe you should tell me what’s going on?”

Should he tell her? He made a quick decision that he knew her well enough.

“When I was four we lived in Detroit and my uncle lived next door. He was a big, kind of scary guy. He had fought in Vietnam, and I don’t think he ever got over it. He never seemed to have a job for long, and he spent most of his time hanging around with a motorcycle club and drinking beer. I don’t think dad approved of his brother much.”

“Did he abuse you?” Cassie asked.

“No nothing like that at all. We had a fire. I guess it started in the basement, and everyone made it out but me. I was taking my nap upstairs in the attic bedroom. I awoke coughing in the awful smoke, and called for mom. When I couldn’t find her, I crawled under my bed. I would have died there, except my uncle dressed in motorcycle leathers appeared out of the smoke, heard me whimpering under the bed, pick me up, and carried me to the window. He tossed me to my father who caught me below.”

“You must have been terrified,” Cassie said stroking his arm.

“I was, but that’s not the important thing. My uncle never made it out of the house. The firemen found him at the base of the stairs. He died of smoke inhalation. He had been sitting on his porch drinking beer when the fire broke out. While everyone else ran out, he ran in when my mom started screaming about me being in the attic. He died saving me.”

“I’m so sorry that this trauma happened to you, but why do you dwell on it so much?”

“I’m living for two people,” Glenn pushed tears out of his eyes, “I’ve got to make his sacrifice worth it. I’ve got to graduate from college and live a good life for my uncle. So that means that I have to make this program work.”

Cassie pulled him to her and held him until he settled down. After a few minutes Glenn looked up into Cassie’s eyes he expected to see sympathy. Instead he saw understanding and determination.

“I’ve wondered why you push yourself so hard, why you’re so driven to accomplish the things you begin. Now I know, we’ll make this program work,” she vowed as she pulled him out of bed.

Chapter 6

The week back after Thanksgiving passed quickly. Sheryl, perhaps because she knew she was held responsible for the dismissal of another group, stayed away from Glenn and Cassie, but meshed in well with everyone else. Although Sheryl’s former group had retained their jumpsuits, both new women embraced the nudity of their new group. The other new girl, Grace, was tall and blond and jumped into the swim of things with both feet. The guys noticed Sheryl right away, her height and that amazing shock of curly blue black hair drew attention. Friday evening rolled around and a palpable excitement filled the air as everyone looked forward to the Friday Frolic with either dread or anticipation.

At 7 pm on Friday, Glenn pulled Cassie from her studies and dragged her out into the study area with him, the second they stepped into the study room, Roger walked up to Cassie.

“I would like to sleep with you if you’re willing,” Roger took her hand eager to claim Cassie as his prize.

Glenn didn’t see her anymore because Brit grabbed his hand and announced.

“Sorry girls, he’s mine.”

She was so excited that he couldn’t help but smile. He did worry a little that Brit had fantasized about him so much that he could never live up to her expectations.

He waited until everyone had paired up and had wandered off including Cassie with Roger. Sheryl who he had worried about paired up with Tom. That wouldn’t work out. They were too much alike. He looked at Cassie’s bed, and tried not to think about what was going on. It was best if he got busy with Brit.

“Your bed or mine?”

“Mine, of course, guys beds are gross,” she wrinkled her nose.

“My bed is made, and my sheets are clean, you want to see?”

Brit shook her head and gave him a leer.

“Inspecting your bed is not what I want to do with you.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him to her bed. Her bed linens were more decorated than Cassie’s were. Pastel purple and gray seemed to be her decorating theme. She called it lavender and sea salt.

She plopped onto the bed managing to look prim and a shy despite her lack of clothing.

“Why don’t you get into something more comfortable?” she asked as she patted the bed beside her.

Brit was a tiny woman with over sized breasts out of proportion with the rest of her body. That combination made her every teenage boy’s dream, but they seemed like an awful lot of weight brought to bear on her tiny chest.

When he laid down beside her, she jumped on top of him delivering kiss after kiss.

“Whoa, let’s talk about what you like before we get started,” Glenn said, “do you like men going down on you?”

She nodded.

“Missionary position?”

She nodded again.

“Cow girl?”

She nodded again.

“Anal?”

She shrugged.

“I don’t know. I’ve never tried it, but I’m willing if you want to.”

She gave him a brilliant smile.

“Maybe we should make out for a while and see where everything goes.”

She gave him another brilliant grin.

Glenn was a big guy at just over six feet and weighing a hundred and ninety pounds. He wasn’t fat, and all parts were in proportion. Unfortunately, Brit looked to be about a hundred and twenty pounds and a least twenty of that was breasts. Her parts except for her breasts seemed to be in proportion as well.

He kissed her worried that he might crush her if he put too much weight on her. He maneuvered around her, kissing down her body and across her breasts.

“Do you enjoy having your breasts played with?” he asked her as he rolled an over-sized nipple between thumb and finger.

“Not really, but it’s okay if you want to play with them. Men enjoy them.”

He gave her nipple a cursory kiss and moved on. She seemed lethargic.

“Is something wrong?”

She looked into his eyes and stroked his chin.

“This would be a lot more enjoyable for me if I had my sleep bra on, is that okay with you?”

“Of course it is.”

Glenn sat up so that she could get out of the bed.

She slid into her sleep bra which looked like a sports bra, but softer.

“Thank you,” she said as she climbed back in bed, “its not comfortable lying on my back with my boobs unsupported. They pull so much I have stretch marks in my cleavage.”

She straddled him and grabbed his cock. It looked enormous in her tiny hands.

“Look, I’ve found something that I’d like to play with.”

She began stroking him while kissing the tip of his cock. She tried several times, but barely managed to get the head of his cock into her mouth. After she did that for a while, he laid her down.

“Let me play with you for a while,” he murmured as he spread her legs and bent down to give her a deep kiss on her pussy lips that included lots of tongue.

She moaned her approval. He had planted the kiss as a hint of what was to come, but her moist quim looked ready. He spent ten very pleasant minutes making sure she was relaxed and ready for a man. Their size difference still worried him. He tongue lashed her to an orgasm allowing the fragrance of her arousal to put interesting ideas into his head. She locked his head in place between her thighs and her hands in his hair, and growled as her orgasm overtook her then she began thrashing beneath him. When she was done and relaxed once again, he took a deep breath of fresh air, he had needed it for a while.

“I want you in me, now.”

“Do you have lube?” he asked her, “I want to be lubed up before we try this.”

“There’s some in the top drawer of the night stand. She pointed over her shoulder.

Glenn took a handful and rubbed it in his hands to warm it up then applied it to his condom, he then slid effortlessly into Brit. Their hips met at the same time as he ran up against something hard within her.

“We fit,” she gave him a satisfied smile, I was worried for a minute.”

She wiggled her hips around him.

“You do stretch me a little wider than I am used to, but the tingling sensation turns me on.”

She pulled him down to give him a kiss, but their size difference made it impossible.

“The next time we do this, let’s do cowgirl. I want to be able to kiss you.”

He began rocking in and out of her in a gentle but insistent way. She was having none of that.

She dug her heels into his ass and starting goading him.

“I want it harder, get a little rough with me, spank my ass.”

He slammed into her and watched her eyes pop open with glee.

People were starting to notice.

“Now you’re getting the idea, make me your fuck toy,” she said louder than he would have liked. More heads were turning.

When he pulled back again, he slapped her ass before driving into her again.

“Now, you’re getting into it.”

A few curious people gathered around the bed; more were coming. While it made Glenn nervous since he suspected his ass with his balls dangling below was not his best side, Britt lapped up the attention grinning at the audience.

This time he slapped her other cheek. A gutteral growl came from her throat as she tensed up and surrendered to her orgasm. He continued pounding her watching her build into another orgasm that in turn led to another. When he had fucked her senseless he allowed himself to build to an orgasm and spurted again and again into her. When he looked up, he got a round of applause which added to his embarrassment.

He was spent, she had taken everything from him so he backed out of her and lay beside her panting. The crowd melted away.

She recovered first and kissed him before hopping out of bed to clean herself up. She sat next to him with a box full of toys she had pulled from under the bed.

“I’ve got a gag, and a blind fold, plus handcuffs, a vibrator, and some very soft rope if, you know, you want to play a little.”

Glenn pawed through the stuff.

“I’m not sure I’d be comfortable with you handcuffing me to the bed.”

She gave him a strange look and patted his thigh as if he were a five year old having trouble with a concept.

“They’re not for you, silly, they’re for me. They’re so you can chain me to the bed spread eagle and have your way with me and I can’t do a thing about it,” she thought about it for a minute, “I have nipple rings, feathers and candles around here too.”

He found himself swelling again as she talked about her love of bondage. This was new, and he wasn’t sure that he liked how some of this bondage stuff turned him on. Brit continued explaining how everything worked. When she was done, she laid back on the bed spread eagle.

“Do me, big guy,” a vague, beautific smile crossed her face.

She aroused a hunger in him. It was an urge that he had repressed because the idea of harming a woman was repugnant to him, but here was someone who didn’t want to be harmed, but who did not mind being erotically tortured.

He straddled her waist letting his cock and balls rest on her midriff as he handcuffed Brit to the bed posts. The crowd gathered again. Next he took the rope and tied her legs to the bed posts at the foot of the bed, and blind folded her. He spent the next half hour stimulating her with the vibrator, bringing her up to the edge of orgasm then allowing her to back down a bit before bringing her to the edge again by kissing her clit and stroking her g spot making her beg for her release.

When the majority of the crowd decided that she had been tortured enough, he then mounted her and slipped into her moist folds and screwed her until her long building orgasm rattled through her petite body like an epileptic seizure. Afterward, that vague little smile appeared once again. As she lay exhausted on the bed he continued stroking into her building her into another orgasm, then another and another.

After his release, he continued to stimulate her clit with the vibrator until she was no longer having orgasms, instead she entered an orgasmic state where she trembled and collapsed, trembled and collapsed. Her begging to be released gave him the stiffest erection that he could remember. What the hell was that all about?

When she begged for him to stop using the safe word, he allowed her to rest while he untied her legs and removed the handcuffs. He got applause from the crowd as he took her in his arms and held her until she fell asleep then tucked her into bed, kissed her lightly on the forehead, and crossed the aisle to his bed. He wanted a shower badly, but wanted to talk to Cassie more.

Cassie was sitting in bed reading a book. He sat on the edge of the bed, changed his mind, and climbed into the bed beside her.

“Something wrong?” Cassie asked setting the book aside.

She looked sexy as hell sitting there freshly fucked with the sheet pulled up to under her breasts. Her slightly mussed hair and horn rimmed reading glasses screamed sexy librarian. Why did he want to screw her so badly right now? It made no sense, but yet the urge was strong. Was he trying to claim her as his woman once again?

He shook his head.

“Brit is a bit of a freak.”

Cassie nodded.

“So I heard, but thankfully I was blocked from seeing what was going on. It was hard not to notice with the crowd applauding and urging you on. She showed her submissive side.”

“You knew?” Glenn shook his head.

“Women share more than men do. You didn’t hurt her, did you?”

“No, I left her exhausted and asleep. I tucked her in bed and left.”

Glenn rubbed his forehead then looked at her for approval or understanding? He wasn’t sure.

“I liked it too much. I had no problem tying her up and denying her orgasms until she begged me for release, and then I kept on stimulating her long beyond when she wanted me to stop until she was having one orgasm after another. I didn’t quit until she spoke the safe word. Why didn’t you tell me since you knew?”

Cassie rubbed his shoulder.

“It was a judgment call. I didn’t know if Brit wanted vanilla sex with you or if she wanted get her freak on. On the plus side, she must trust you to let you tie her up.”

He nodded.

“I wouldn’t mind being tied up from time to time,” she kissed him, “think about it, but not here with an audience.”

“How was your evening with Roger?”

She smiled.

“He’s like a puppy. Lots of energy, but not real good in the focus department. We had sex twice and then I released him and he bounded down the aisle. I’m going to recommend that Rita choose him next week. She loves adventure, and she has the stamina to keep up with him.”

“So you’re not throwing me over for him?”

She shook her head.

“There’s eight more men that I’m going to sleep with, so you better bring your A game when you sleep with me, mister.”

“Do I have to sleep with eight more women too?” he groaned.

“There isn’t another woman that excites you?”

He shrugged.

“There’s a couple women I like flirting with like Grace, new blond girl, but I don’t like to touch people until I know them. I know it’s weird, but that’s how I feel.”

Cassie patted his thigh under the blanket.

“Well, buckle up buttercup. There are eight women out there you have to sleep with. You and I are co-leaders of this group. I don’t know who elected us, but here we are. You came up with this plan, now you have to implement it. People are watching and you better come through. I need this free room, board, and tuition as much as you do. If they pull this program, I’ll have to drop out of school.”

“I want to make love to only you. We just found each other and now we have to share our time with everyone,” he caught himself, he was whining which was not very manly, “can we make love, tonight?” he said kissing her neck.

She nodded.

“You do have to take a shower though. I don’t want you in bed reeking of another woman even if she is a friend.”

Cassie stood and pulled him to his feet.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

“You’re going with me?” Glenn’s face lit up.

“Of course, I’m reeking of another man. Besides there’s no fun in showering without a buddy.”

Under the shower when the washing was done and they were enjoying the warm water, Glenn kissed Cassie.

“Guess what?”

“What?”

“Last night I had the falling dream,” Glenn whispered as he thumbed Cassie’s nipple.

“Were you worried about would happen when we made love with other partners?”

He nodded.

“Probably, but you were there in the dream and it made all the difference.”

Cassie thought about that for a moment.

“So I’m your human security blanket?”

“I suppose,” Glenn shrugged, “but I like to think it’s because I don’t feel alone when you’re there with me. Besides, there’s nothing better than cuddling up next to your lovely butt unless maybe it’s waking up in the morning with my hand cupping your lovely breast.”

“I’ve been thinking about your uncle. You said he was pretty laid back, right?”

Glenn nodded.

“What do you think he would say if you tried to apologize to him?”

Glenn frowned.

“He would tell me that it wasn’t my fault. Then I think he would tell me that everything happens for a reason. He had always wondered why he had survived Vietnam when so many of his friends hadn’t. Now he knew the reason, it was to save me.”

“Would he say that you owed him?”

Glenn shook his head.

“Of course not. He wasn’t like that at all.”

Cassie kissed him lightly on the cheek.

“Think about that,” she whispered looking into his eyes, “you don’t owe him. He did what he had to do. Keep his memory alive, tell his story. That’s what he would want you to do. You don’t have to be frantic about making something of yourself to honor him.”

Chapter 7

The next week was a quiet one. Three south, the hallway that abutted the group got dismissed when they could not reconcile their differences. Glenn recommended that Tom choose Brit for his next freaky Friday. Tom was a full speed ahead, no nonsense kind of guy who liked to be in control. Things had to have gone well because neither of them were seen far from her bed for the rest of the weekend, and since then they had been inseparable. Also, at lunch on Saturday, Rita gave Cassie a thumbs up. Her coupling with Roger must have gone well. The social pressures that had been building on the floor disappeared like autumn mist on a sunny morning.

The following Freaky Friday, Cassie got tapped by Arch, the Ag major, whose family owned a huge cattle farm north of Lansing, and no one had chosen Glenn. His rejection by nine women stung a bit, but he discovered that he was okay with a little free time right up until Stacy and Cara trooped into the exercise room as he was finishing up his leg lifts.

“How can I help you?” he asked smiling at them.

Stacy was an ample blond who had the hour glass figure so desired by men. She had round lovely very grabable hips that made her fun to follow down the hall, and she was gay, Cara was a slender girl with oriental features. He guessed that she was at least half Vietnamese. She had that lovely southeast Asian body that was slender, yet sexy. Her slightly stooped shoulders made Glenn want to reach out, grab her shoulders, and force her to stand with her shoulders back. She had a decent bust and a tiny waist when she stood straight which wasn’t often. What lit Glenn’s fire was her almond eyes. They were so big she looked like an anime drawing, and their chocolate brown color made them look so deep, it seemed he could fall into them.

The women looked at each other for a moment, having forgotten who was supposed to do the talking.

“We’re gay,” they said in unison.

They turned to each other and giggled.

Stacy continued while Cara ran her hand across his shoulders. He was about as muscled out as he could be, and Cara appreciated them.

“We’re gay, but we wouldn’t mind a man in bed with us if we could share him.”

Cara grabbed his hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

“We’ve pushed our beds together, and we wondered if you would be willing to play with us?”

“How could I turn down two lovely ladies?” Glenn said with a grin.

He followed them down the aisle wondering what the evening would be like as they passed couple after couple enjoying each other. He had read somewhere that if a man was ever lucky enough to be a part of a threesome and the women wanted to love on each other in front of you, the wise thing to do was to let them.

On their bed, the women got to work stroking each other while Glenn sat at the head of the bed with his back against the wall. Their love making fascinated him. They stroked each other’s breasts. Their light touches produced moans and gasps. They used their nails to tease nipples to arousal. From there they worked down each other’s bodies stroking and dragging nails across flesh leaving goosebumps in their wake. Neither seemed in a hurry. Eventually, Stacy pushed Cara’s legs wide and kissed and sucked and tongued her lower lips and clit until Cara cried out in ecstasy and pulled Stacy up into a full embrace.

Glenn looked down and realized that he had been stroking himself as he was watching. Cara looked up and saw what he was doing and grinned at him.

“Your turn is coming,” she whispered as she ran her fingers through Stacy’s hair.

Cara rolled over with Stacy until she was on top. The slender woman dropped down and planted a kiss on Stacy’s clit eliciting a moan of pleasure.

Cara turned to Glenn.

“Play with my ass,” she ordered, “I like to be spanked a little and taken from behind.”

She had a compact little ass that made her outer lips seem big. Glenn covered her ass in little kisses and bites getting a good response even though Cara was occupied eating out Stacy. From there he reached between her legs and slipped two fingers into her slit pushing forward and curling his fingers until he found her g spot. He stroked the little rough patch until Cara raised her head from Stacy’s groin.

“Yes!” she yelled pushing back on Glenn’s hand.

She resumed her attack on Stacy’s clit while Glenn spanked her. He slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red mark but no welt. Cara showed her approval by wiggling her ass each time he did it.

It ended when Stacy let out a wail and flailed beneath Cara. The women laid there in post coital bliss while Glenn looked on. After a few kisses and a loving embrace Cara got up on all fours.

“I need you in me right now, Glenn.”

Glenn got on his knees behind her wondering if he would fit in her tiny quim. Cara guided him. It was tight, but he fit, and Cara wasn’t complaining. He stroked into her feeling her arch her back to improve the penetration. Glenn reached around and placed his hand on her tummy above her mons as he stroked in, and he could feel his cock filling her. He grabbed Cara’s hand and pressed it to her tummy so she could feel it too.

Stacy was now stroking Cara’s breasts and giving her tender kisses, and Cara’s moans were getting louder and more frequent. She pushed her ass back hard, and stiffened.

“Yes,” she shouted as her pussy spasmed.

She fell to the mattress blissed out and panting.

Glenn was wondering if he should finish himself off when Stacy crawled over and cupped his balls in one hand while stroking him with the other.

“We can’t leave you with blue balls,” she smiled at him before straddling his hips and slowly lowering herself down on him.

Her pussy was moist and friction free as she settled onto his hips. She adjusted to him and then began rocking her hips back and forth picking up the pace. Cara wanting to participate in the fun inserted her hand between them so that she could feel Glenn’s dick sliding in and out of Stacy.

Glenn fought the orgasm as long as he could, but the tickle deep in his groin grew to a body stiffening orgasm that exploded pumping his essence into Stacy.

“Oh, I can feel that,” Cara exclaimed.

Stacy’s eyes got wide, as her orgasm claimed her. When she collapsed on Glenn, her ample breasts covered his face.

He kissed and snuggled with those soft breasts until Stacy rolled off him.

Cara replaced her, laying her head on his thigh and gently stroking his now deflated cock.

“You have a nice dick, and I like our combined smells.”

She gave his dick a kiss.

“I’ve never participated in a threesome and thank you for thinking of me,” Glenn said with a whisper and a wink.

That comment elicited a sultry smile from Cara, even as Stacy, frowning, pulled Cara away from Glenn’s lap positioning her body between Cara and Glenn. She rained kisses down on Cara.

“Let me give you the greatest orgasm you’ve ever had,” Stacy repeated over and over as she slid down Cara’s body and spread her legs. A surprised Cara stared at Glenn until she surrendered to Stacy’s orgasmic onslaught and closed her eyes.

Stacy, it seemed, was the one committed to the gay lifestyle and Cara less so. Inviting him had been Cara’s idea. It was time for him to leave before an argument broke out.

He got up and staggered down the aisle without saying goodbye and back to his bed. Cassie had wandered back from her assignation an hour later and crawled in bed with him.

“How was your evening?” Cassie asked slipping beneath the covers.

“I had a threesome with Cara and Stacy.”

“And how was that?” there was a note of caution to her voice.

“Cara wanted me there, but Stacy didn’t.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Stacy got a little weird after Cara wanted to spend more time with me after I gave her an orgasm. On the plus side, that’s two women down at once. Five more women to go.”

Cassie snuggled in against him and ran her hand over his chest.

“Am I still number one in your heart?”

Glenn smiled at her.

“You bet, none of these other women come even close,” he kissed her on the cheek, “how was your evening?”

“Arch is selfish in bed. I was on my own if I wanted an orgasm. He wanted me to suck him off and then he wanted to make love to me doggie style.”

“Well, he is an ag major. Did he ask you to bleat like a sheep?”

Cassie frowned at him a minute, then got his joke and mock punched him in the arm.

“It wasn’t like that.”

Glenn rolled up on his side and spooned in against Cassie. He fell asleep cupping Cassie’s breast.

The world could fall apart for all he cared as long as Cassie was beside him.

Chapter 8

The next morning, Brit and Cassie came over to Glen’s bed and sat down on his bed together.

“We think we have a solution to our ‘getting everyone comfortable with sex with everyone’ problem. We’re going to have games and parties throughout the Christmas vacation. We’ve ordered a book a sexy party games and supplies from the proctor,” Brit announced.

“What are the games going to be?” Glenn asked.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Cassie replied with an evil grin.

The first Saturday evening of Christmas vacation, everyone had gathered in the sun room where they had to be shooed away from the table containing forty plastic shot glasses filled with peppermint schnapps. Ten chairs had been set in a wide circle with a number on each chair. The men drew numbers out of a bag and sat in the appropriate chair. The women followed the same procedure sitting in the laps of the men. Since everyone was naked, things got interesting right away.

Glenn had Beth, the body painting ginger, sitting on his lap. She wiggled around and seemed to be enjoying herself. Glenn wasn’t unhappy either. She had a low sexy chuckle when she laughed that had always drawn him to her.

“This is an easy game,” Brit announced, “it’s called ‘Honey I love you, but I just can’t smile’. The rules are simple. A woman draws a number from the hat. She must go to that chair and sit on the lap of the man in that chair. She can do anything she wants with her hands or lips, but she can only say, “Honey I love you, but I just can’t smile.” If she gets the man to smile, he and his partner must each drink a shot of peppermint schnapps, and his partner must draw a number and the game repeats.”

“Who wins?” Roger asked.

“You do,” said Grace who was sitting on his lap, “you have a beautiful, naked woman sitting on your lap.”

Everyone else laughed and applauded.

Courtney drew the first number and went to chair five that was occupied by Roger and Grace. Courtney wiggled in his lap, kissed him and said the phrase. Roger tried hard, but could not help smiling. He downed the required shot with Grace, and then Grace drew a number. She straddled Trent shoving a breast into his mouth and repeated the phrase. Trent did no better than Roger. He downed his shot with Cassie and it was Cassie’s turn to draw a number.

Cassie went to Arch’s chair climbed into his lap and thrust a breast into his ear. She said the phrase and Arch couldn’t help but smile. A not-so-subtle competition started up between the women with each one vowing not to be the one who failed to make her man smile. The game continued until all the shots were drunk. While they were being reloaded, the women sat in the men’s laps.

Courtney who had downed five or six shots gave a blow job to get Don to smile, many more followed. Glenn got one from Laura. She wanted his smile so badly that he rewarded her right away. She rewarded him by sitting on his lap facing outward so he could play with her breasts. From that point on every woman sat that way. The group got drunker and drunker. Brit introduced a new rule that a woman had to take a swig off a bottle of peach brandy if they got a man to smile. Soon everyone was feeling good.

At this point, all the men had raging erections, and Beth was the first to settle onto Trent’s erection to get him to smile, and all the women followed suit. Grace, the new girl, settled onto Glenn’s erection facing him. When he smiled she took a hit off the peach brandy bottle and offered her nipple for Glenn to play with. He slid his hands under her bottom and began lifting and lowering her on his dick. In no time at all, he orgasmed and she followed suit.

Only then did he look around and see that everyone had pretty much the same experience.

“That’s it for tonight’s festivities,” Brit announced, “tomorrow night come on back for more fun.”

Glenn found Cassie and together they watched everyone walk back to their beds in pairs as they wiped off the chairs and returned them to their proper places.

“There were combinations of people that I’ve never seen before,” Cassie observed.

“I think your plan is working,” Glenn replied, “what’s up for tomorrow?”

“You’ll see,” Cassie said, “let’s get back to my bed. Sitting naked on men’s laps all evening has got me horny.”

“It was an interesting experience for the sat-upon too, I lost it when Grace impaled herself on me. You didn’t have a happy ending?”

She shook her head.

“Trent got off the launch pad before I did,” she gave him a great big smile, “so I’m going to need some extra special attention this evening.”

They made slow, comfortable love that evening. Cassie climbed atop him cowgirl style and he sat up so that he could play with her breasts and kiss her as they made love. Cassie controlled the pace concentrating on the exquisite sensations.

“I love when we do this,” Cassie whispered into his ear, “we’re connected at the most intimate level, and we stretch it out as long as we can. The afterglow is as much fun as the orgasm.”

“I love the feel of sliding inside you knowing that I’m as close to you as one person can get to another. I love the feel of your skin against mine, knowing that you complete me in a way I have never understood until now.”

He kissed her and began rocking back and forth with enough movement to push her over the top. She pulsed and pulsed around his erection until he could stand it no long and pulsed and pulsed into her. The best part was when they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Chapter 9

The next evening’s game was supposed to be Truth or Dare. Glenn assumed that it would turn into an orgy, but it evolved into a group discussion about what turned people on. At first it was the usual stuff about inheriting a million dollars and buying a big house, but things turned serious when it came around to Beth, the art major.”

“I want to be tattooed from shoulders to knees,” she said in a dreamy voice, “I’m thinking of a garden scene with ivy wrapping around my body in the foreground. I want a true artist to do it.”

The follow up questions indicated that several people, both men and women, thought it was a fascinating idea.

The next person was Trent who did not fail to be as macho as possible.

“I want a threesome with two beautiful women,” he announced.

Cara wordlessly pointed at Trent then at she and Cara and got a slight nod from Trent. It looked like he would get his wish fulfilled.

When Cassie’s turn came, she looked around the room.

“I’ve always wanted to have as many hands as possible stroking my naked body at the same time.”

She scanned the room with her face flushed red.

“We can do that right now,” Arch said pointing at Beth whose bed was closest, “Beth, can you grab a blanket off your bed?”

Beth appeared thirty seconds later with a blanket on her arm. She spread it on the floor and Arch directed Cassie to lay on the blanket as everyone gathered around.

“Are there any rules?” Arch asked.

“I don’t want to be groped,” Cassie announced to the group, “I want to be stroked and caressed.”

The group knelt around her spread-eagle body on the blanket and soon nineteen pairs of hands were stroking her. Cassie purred as those hands sought out and stroked everywhere. When they were done, Cassie sat up wearing the unfocused smile of a woman close to an orgasm.

“Thank you everyone. That was amazing. Everyone who wants to should try it.”

Three more women volunteered including Grace who looked like she may have orgasmed during the stroking and tiny Brit who disappeared beneath a sea of hands. She too surfaced looking muzzy and ready for sex.

Laura was the next to speak. It took her a moment to gather her courage even with the several cups of spiked punch.

“I want to try anal sex,” she said in a small voice, “but I don’t know how to do it.”

The room fell silent until Alan slipped in beside Laura.

“I want to try anal sex too,” he announced to the group much to the relief of Laura who held onto him as if he might disappear.

She practically fell into his arms as the tension in her body left her.

The next person to speak was Brit. She looked around and only saw smiling faces. She took a deep breath.

“I want to be a Gorean love slave for the period of twenty-four hours.”

Around the group several people whispered, “What’s a Gorean love slave.”

Roger who was an avid science fiction reader sat directly across from her. He raised his hand.

“I will accept you as my slave but you must do as I say. If you don’t I will sell you in the slave markets.”

Brit bowed her head looking totally submissive except for a little wiggle of her shoulders.

“Yes, master.”

She jumped up and knelt on her knees and toes with her legs spread wide half a step behind Roger’s chair. Even as she exposed her parted labia to the rest of the group, no one missed her happy grin.

The last one to speak was Sheryl. She looked directly at Glenn.

“I want to make love to my old boyfriend.”

The group fell silent since everyone knew of Sheryl and Glenn’s past relationship.

Glenn was about to say, “No way in hell”, when Cassie leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“Do it!”

Glenn looked at Cassie and got a nod from her.

He turned to Sheryl who was sitting up waiting on his answer.

“Okay,” he managed a smile.

Sheryl stood, took his hand and together they walked down the aisle to her bed. When she lay beside him and he was as alone with her as they could be, she turned and laid a deep kiss on him. When they broke, she rolled back.

“Why do you need Cassie’s permission to screw me?” she asked stroking his chest.

“She knows that you’re my Kryptonite.”

Sheryl shook her head and pouted.

“I thought we had a pretty good thing going.”

He reached over and stroked her breast aware that Cassie could see what he was doing which made losing himself in the moment impossible. It was the same beautiful breast he had grown to love stroking over the past three years, but his mood had changed. Truth be told, he preferred stroking Cassie’s breast more.

“It was for you. For me it was slow torture.”

Sheryl frowned.

“How so?”

“I had genuine feelings for you. It killed me every time you found another lover.”

Cheryl frowned and stared up at the ceiling.

“I thought you, of all people, would understand. I’m as poor as you are. When I found someone who could pull me out of my poverty for the rest of my life, of course, I would pursue him. It’s why I’m in college,” she shook her head, “I thought this cockamamie program would be ideal until I found out that everyone in it is as poor as I am.”

Glenn shook his head.

“Cassie and I figured that out too. Two of the recruiting criteria had to be financial need, and physical attractiveness. They wanted us motivated to stay in the program, and good looking enough to keep potential lovers happy.”

“So are we good?” Sheryl asked.

Glenn nodded taking Sheryl’s nipple between thumb and finger twisting it the way she liked it.

“We’re good, I hold no ill will against you, but things can never go back to the way they were. Cassie and I are a couple, and we’re going to stay that way.”

“What does that plain little thing do for you that I don’t?”

Glenn caught a flash of anger in her eyes even as he worked to keep anger from his face. Cassie was a beauty worth fighting for.

“There’s nothing conditional about her love. She loves me all the time, not until she finds someone better.”

Sheryl shook her head.

“I can’t win. There wasn’t a single boyfriend that I’ve had over the last three and a half years that I didn’t compare to you. I found them all lacking, and that’s why I always came back to you,” she teared up, “Glenn, you’re a hard habit to break. Making love to you was like coming home to me. The more I tried to get away from you, the more I realized that I would never get over you.”

“Every time you threw me over for another, it tore me up. I didn’t let it show because you told me you didn’t want to talk about it, but I can’t live like that anymore. I can’t wake up wondering every morning if this was the day you find your next rich guy, nor can I hang around waiting for you to come back to me when your latest lover doesn’t work out.”

“So you don’t see us ever getting back together?”

Glenn shook his head.

“Sorry, our needs and interests used to run parallel, but they’ve diverged. What Cassie and I have is special. I know it sounds weird that I maintain a steady girl when there’s a sexual smorgasbord to be had for the taking, but when you find love, you hang on to it no matter what.”

“Oh my God, are you guys engaged?”

He shook his head.

“No, but I see it as a logical outcome of where things are headed. Cassie and I both need this program to finish school so we will abide by the rules we set down. We will both sleep with anyone who asks us, but come June we are exclusive to one another. She and I along with a few others thought up the swapping arrangement to guarantee that sexual tension among the twenty people on the floor did not get bad enough to scuttle the program. Come June, though, Cassie and I will find an apartment and live together.”

“The people running the study knew that you and I lived together before the study started, I wondered why they retained me when the rest of my floor was dismissed,” she bit her lower lip, a sign she was deep in thought, “are they torturing us for a reason?”

“You really don’t understand what they’re doing?”

She shook her head.

“They introduced you to our group to test how strong our solution was to sexual jealousy within the group.”

She shook her head and gave a humorless chuckle.

“It’s a slap in my face that the only reason they retained me was to tempt you. I feel used. This whole program has been a humbling experience for me.”

“We got enough scuttlebutt through the other groups to know that your presence broke up your group,” he held up his hands when she started to object, “I’m not blaming you, but we can both agree that you’re beautiful and sexy as Hell and the idea of horny men fighting over you is not out of the question.”

“I didn’t encourage them. Brad claimed me, and I was okay with that until he became a jerk about it. I sent him packing, but he refused to let me see anyone else. Erik was the first one to stand up to him. They pulled Brad from the program after a second fight. By that time, Brad’s friends were mad at me, people picked sides, and stewed about everything getting more and more worked up until it all unraveled in a titanic yelling match. They pulled the plug on the program the next day.”

She looked up at Glenn.

“I swear I did nothing to break up the program. It was all that male testosterone that screwed everything up.”

Glen shook his head.

“Things fall apart, the center cannot hold.”

“What is that?”

“It’s a line from one of my favorite poems. It says a lot about groups, organizations and good intentions,” he heaved a sigh, “the important thing is that we keep this group together and pulling in the the same direction until June so you, I and everyone else on this floor can finish school.”

Silence fell between them. The only sound was the murmurs of lovers on other beds and the talk and laughter coming from the study room.

“Can we make love just once,” Sheryl asked in a tiny voice, “for old time’s sake?”

Glenn nodded. “I’ll always remember you as the one that got away.”

Sheryl pulled him up into a sitting position then swung his legs over the edge of the bed. She then pushed his legs apart and knelt between them.

“I want you to remember me as the best blow job you ever got.”

“You don’t give blow jobs,” he reminded her.