No

At that moment he desperately wanted to throw off his bed covers and deliver both goddesses a follow-up experience worthy of the primordial Eros himself. He imagined sending both women into roller-coasters of simultaneous climaxes and heady plummets of emotion with only the impending dawn to end their cries of pleasure. But then the reality of his woefully limited sexual experience set in. The honest truth was that this was easily the farthest he'd EVER gotten with one girl, let alone two. There in the dark, still panting from his own exertions, he'd be lucky to find the amusement PARK let alone set a roller-coaster in motion. So regretfully, he let the moment pass. His eyes closed, and sleep took him.

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The next morning he awoke to find both girls already out---probably for their morning warm up run, which he mercifully did not have to attend. As he prepared himself for the day, he smiled and whistled to himself happily. He felt invincible, like he could do anything. But at the same time he felt the gnawing incompleteness of having done nothing. Maybe such an opportunity would never come again. He'd missed it.

It wasn't until almost 15 minutes later, as he was stepping out of the shower, that his nerdy math brain finally came to his rescue. Twelve girls, divided by two girls per room, divided by seven days in the week, left a remainder of... one unaccounted-for day. He grabbed the crumpled room schedule paper from his bag to check. Sure enough, there was one repeat. Five days from today he would be back in this room for one last propitious night with Kate and Ilyana. He would have a second chance.

Suddenly he was renewed with a sense of purpose. He had five days to become a sex god. Well... maybe 'god' was too lofty a goal. He'd settle for god-like. But how to even start? His world was all books and formulas and stimulants of the mind, not of the body.

Just then there came a knock at the door. He threw a towel around his waist and opened it. It turned out to be Tanya.

"Morning, John," she started and then looked a bit flushed.

"Hey, Tanya. Everything okay?"

"Um, yeah, I'm just... tired from the run, I guess. Can I... come in?"

"Sure, what's up?" He tightened his towel and opened the door for her.

"I was wondering if I could use your shower," she explained apologetically, closing the door behind her. "Inga is taking forever and I don't want to be late for practice."

"Sure thing," he agreed, gesturing towards the bathroom. "It's all yours."

"Thanks," she smiled. It was an exceptional smile of perfect, brilliantly white, straight teeth. It went very well with her tanned, sporty physique, which was presently clad in a pair of rather tight black, spandex jogging pants and a sleeveless, blue cotton top that bared her beautifully toned shoulder muscles.

He moved back around the bed to let her by, but for about twenty seconds she just kind of stood there in the middle of the room, fidgeting with the hem of her pants, making no immediate move toward the bathroom. He waited a little bit, awkwardly repacking a few of his items into his luggage one-handedly, and holding his towel in place with his other hand. Eventually she seemed to come to some sort of decision, bit her lip, and strode toward the bathroom. Just before disappearing through its doorway, she gripped her pants and tugged. For a split second he thought he saw skin, and then she was gone.

He blinked in surprise, trying to decide if he'd really seen anything, and if so, trying to recover the precious image from his retinas before it was gone. He heard the shower water start up from beyond the still-open bathroom door.