"I'm within the safe period"

Greta shakes her head. "But I'm... within... the safe... period," she says, panting heavily. Greta looks at Doe for confirmation.

"You can have all of ...," Doe says, but before she could finish, I shoot my load inside Greta. I feel Greta's muscles contract as the hotness of her fluids soak my shrinking dick and seep out of her pussy. She collapses over me, somewhat exhausted-- my flaccid cock still inside her.

Doe quickly moves below us and licks the mixture of Greta's fluids and mine that have started to collect on my balls. She shares some of it with Greta in a one-sided French kiss, as Greta is too exhausted to even swallow. I grin weakly at Doe as I fall into a deep sleep.

The continuous ringing of an alarm awakens me. My vision is still in a blur as I try to focus my eyes. The room is slightly lighted from the outside and I can hear the shower running. I scan around and notice Greta's naked form still partially draped over my lower body. I slowly drift back to sleep but I am awakened by a warm wetness that engulfs my hardening cock.

I slowly open my eyes and see Doe giving me a hurried blowjob-- her wet, uncombed hair scattering liquid droplets around. I pretend I am yet asleep as I watch her straddle my fully hardened rod and start a rapidly increasing pumping motion. Apparently seeking instant release, she fingers herself with abandon until i feel the warm drips of her fluids on my groin. She slowly dislodges my still hard cock and straddles my chest, releasing more of her fluids.

"John, honey," she whispers. "I know you're awake, so kiss me before I leave for school."

I open my eyes, expecting to see her face close to mine, but I'm met with her drenched pussy, strongly emitting her scent. She pushes it gently onto my face as I attempt to lick off some of her juices.

"Thanks, dear," she says, as she moves to the floor. Then she gives me a wet peck on the cheek before proceeding to her dressing table.

I notice Greta slightly stirring and glance in her direction. She is giving me a sleepy grin as she rest her head on her right hand. I still feel slightly groggy.

Doe is apparently done with her makeup. She says to no one in particular, "I'm almost late." Before rushing out the door, she stops by Greta and gives her a long kiss on the lips. She whispers something inaudible in Greta's ear before a wave of dizziness engulfs me and I fall back to sleep again.

I feel I'm finally rested. I'm now in a beach, resting on a hammock, moving slowly back and forth. I glance to my right and see Alina in a two-piece swimsuit. I glance to my left and see Doe still in her school attire.

The rocking motion becomes more rapid and the beach scene has morphed into a bedroom as the images of Alina and Doe have vanished. Greta is grinning at me as she impales herself on my erect member. "Can we try a different position?" She asks as she disengages from me. She then proceeds to lie on her back with her pussy at the edge of the bed, her knees bent.

I understand her intention and get off the bed. As I enter her from a standing position, she rests her feet on my shoulders. Her body is slightly lifted as the bed is not exactly at my groin level.

She appears uncomfortable at first, but after a few thrusts, she is moaning rhythmically. Realizing that I am about to release my load, she pants, "I ... want ... it... all... in...side... me!" The feeling of her muscles contracting around my rod triggers my release. I feel her muscles continue to milk my shrinking member until I finally collapse beside her.

"Just to let you know, before you arrived last night, we had some lesbian fun with Doe." She whispers as she gazes into my eyes. "I wanted to keep her in the mood."

"Ohhh? Thanks for doing that. I really wondered why you were very close."

"I wanted you to have fun... And I didn't want to leave without having your sperm in me."

"What?" I ask in a startled tone.

"I like how your semen feels inside me. It calms me, John... and it may be a long time before we see each other again."

"Really?" I say suspiciously. My mind replays the events the previous day. "You really are not protected, right?"

Her face beams with happiness as she kisses me on the lips. "I'm really grateful, John. This is my choice. It's not your problem anymore."

"Why are you doing this Greta?" I ask earnestly.

"It's true I had a crush on you, and after what happened, I fell in love with you-- your sense of responsibility. But after I met Doe, I didn't want to get between the both of you. So I'm just simply taking what you can give me. I love you John," she says as tears well in her eyes.

I hug her tightly and kiss her lips. We embrace until the moment is interrupted by the blowing of a horn.

"That must be Sandy in her motorbike," Greta says, as she hastily puts on the Daisy Dukes she discarded last night and one of Doe's haltertops. "Can I show her in?" She asks.

"Sure, sure." I say, as I grab a pair of boxers.

Greta opens the door and yells at Sandy. A few minutes later, a blond in a leather miniskirt enters. She is slightly shorter than Greta, about as tall as Doe. Her size-C boobs appear to stretch their confines and poke out of her partially unbuttoned denim jacket. Her muscular tanned legs, and the strength of her grip as she shakes my hands, indicates her athletic inclination.

"This is Sandy," Greta says, "and this is John," she adds as she indicates my direction.

After undoing her helmet, Sandy gives Greta a kiss on the lips. "This is his girlfriend's apartment, right?" She asks, somewhat puzzled.

Greta nods.

"And it's okay with her?" Sandy adds. Before Greta could reply, Sandy kisses her more intensely and moves one of her hands downward between her legs. "I missed you last night," she says, ignoring my presence.

"Not here in front of him, dear," Greta says, somewhat embarrased.

"It's okay Greta," I say. "I understand."

"Oh my God!" Sandy screams after sucking her fingers. "She allowed you to fuck her boyfriend in her apartment? I would really like to know her!"

Greta nods. "Did you bring my luggage?" She asks Sandy.

"Wait, wait." Sandy says, eyeing me with suspicion. Apparently her excitement had not yet been contained. "You just fucked before I arrived, right? Oh my God."

"She allowed me to," Greta replies. "Before she left for school, she even told me to 'take care of his morning wood'."

I am surprised by Greta's reply. "She said that?"

Greta nods as she repeats her question to Sandy. "Where's my luggage?"

"It's on the bike," Sandy says.

I venture to ask Sandy, "Are you also moving with her to her new location?"

"No, no." Sandy answers. "My job is here."

Greta interrupts, "John is currently in need of a job. Maybe you have a vacancy?"

"I'll check on that," Sandy replies.

"But you'll visit her often?" I ask further.

"That depends," Sandy says with deep thought. "We're in an open relationship. If it works out, ... fine! If you break up with your girlfriend and decide to stay with her, it's okay with me." She retrieves her helmet from the table and proceeds to the door. "And if I get to know your girlfriend and she chooses me over you, that would be great," Sandy adds in jest. "But honestly speaking, I think she loves you," Sandy says as she stares longingly at Greta.

I glance at Greta but she looks down and avoids my gaze. She slowly heads for the door.

"I'll be back about the job after I bring her to the station." Sandy says. "You happen to be here this afternoon?"

"Sure," I nod.

"See you, John." Sandy says as she exits the door. Greta waves at me from the motorbike. I watch them head for the train station before I close the door.

The growling of my stomach makes me realize that I am starved. I open the ref and scan the cotents. I notice a box of pizza and retrieve it. I stuff the remaining pizza slices hurriedly into my mouth before I hear a knock on the door. "Come in," I yell.

Sandy enters. Her helmet in one hand, while a pair of gloves in the other. She takes off her denim jacket and drapes it on the table, revealing a toned body enclosed in only a racerback sports bra. "Need a drink?" I ask, motioning to the ref.

She takes a diet coke and seats in front of me. "You're one lucky bastard, John. You know that?... I envy you."

I shake my head. "It was really not my doing. The circumstances just made things happen.... You know, you've got one hell of a body-- a body to die for. Are yo into boxing or martial arts?"

"I do have a black belt in taekwondo, and I go to the gym regularly."

"I hope I could get as fit as you."

"Well, about the job... I work in a pizza company... that company," she says as she points to the empty pizza boxes on the table. "I actually delivered them here last night."

"Oh... so you still have a vacancy?"

"Actually, there was a vacancy yesterday, but it's now been taken. I'm really sorry John."

"Never mind. I'll scan around for openings."

"Well, I notice that you don't have a car. How'd you get around?"

"I can borrow my girlfriend's car... or I could just simply walk. The buildings are closeby."

"I have the entire day off. Maybe I could take you around? Would that be okay with you?"