Risks and rewards

"This could get complicated," you say. "I mean more complicated. Valerie is dumb, but Grace isn't. She seems excited and smitten, but I'm not sure how she's going to react to being passed off to you, once she has a chance to calm down and think about it."

"I don't know what else we could have done," Brian says with a defensive note in his voice.

"I'm not blaming you. Or anyone else. Shit happened, and we have to be aware of the potential problem."

"Looks like the two of them are making friends real quickly," he says with a crooked smile, looking at the couch. You look to see the girls kissing each other deeply, squirming against each other, their hands caressing each other's breasts. They're making little whimpering murmurs of excitement as they play, moaning happily.

"That might help," you say. "Better than having them trying to kill each other."

"What are we going to do with them tonight?" Brian asks. "It's the middle of the night, we haven't slept, and we have to work tomorrow."

You watch the girls writhing on the couch as you think. Grace has squirmed down Valerie's body and is kissing and sucking at her tits as the brunette strokes her and arches her back with a groan.

"Let them finish," you say. "Kick them out now and the mood might change. The last thing we want them doing is walking out of here and brawling on the lawn, or back in their dorm."

"They keep that up and I might want another turn," Brian says with a soft chuckle as he watches the girls play. "They went dyke in a big hurry."

"Overheated emotions and amplified hormones," you smile. "That makes them risky, but it also makes them fun."