Harriet's girlfriend seems like a good place to start.

Harriet was the only lesbian that Wendell knew. She was a shorter girl, very thin, with long, wavy black hair, and a rosy complexion. She usually wore a pair of dark Lennon glasses, even indoors. Here she was sitting in class in front of Wendell. Sex seemed like a big step, so the most appealing option appeared to be taking it slow. By this logic Wendell decided against finding a man for his second time ever having sex. While he'd enjoyed his time in women's bodies, something about kissing beard stubble and being filled with cum made him very apprehensive, despite having tasted a small bit as Stacy.

So, here he sat trying to figure out how to borrow Harriet and meet up with her girlfriend, Georgia. Wendell had only seen Georgia twice. His memories were of a lanky, pale girl, with shoulder length black hair and a strong nose that had kissed Harriet on the lips out in the quad. Not the prettiest girl, but definitely attractive in Wendell's mind. The professor droned on about mammals and showed slides, but Wendell really wasn't listening.

Does it say something about me that I don't feel bad about just... intruding on these people's lives? Harriet is actually pretty nice. Maybe I just shouldn't think too much about it. It's too good to ignore. How many chances am I going to get to experience all this?

Wendell looked around impatiently. The windowless lecture hall seemed completely devoid of life. After another evening of wild experimentation that felt like a dream, the day to day seemed even worse now. It was only when some students got up that he even realized class had ended. Harriet was packing up her things to take off. Wendell started putting his notebook into his own bag and then slung it over his shoulder. He started making his way to the door, when he heard Harriet talking.

"Professor Madison, can I talk to you in private for a moment?"

Professor Madison, was an older woman with greying hair and a subdued attitude. "Sure. In the utility room is fine." Professor Madison led Harriet to a door marked supplies just off the lecture stage, as all the rest of class marched out the door. None of them paid much attention to Wendell.

Alone, and together eh? Easy enough then.

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Harriet and Professor Madison were flattened on the floor of the utility room. Harriet had some questions about missing class or something next week that Wendell hadn't really caught before he pulled out the raygun and followed them in. Now with both of them on floor, the greying Professor Madison caught his eye.

I should probably stick to the original plan, but... she is kinda hot for an older woman. I guess I could see what late-middle age is like a bit early. Pretty sure she's married though, and I'm not sure what her husband looks like exactly. That could end poorly. Hmm...