Risk it

“Oh yes… I'll risk it…” you pant out your answer as your room mate expertly eats you out.

The ring doesn't say a word, simply leaning back, moaning, and wrapping your legs around Betty's head. The sensation builds and builds as she eagerly laps up your juices, your skin flushing, your heart accelerating, that tension building amd building… until boom, that oh so elusive earthquake rocks you both, and you scream out your joy, unable to tell which if you is doing it.

“This shouldn't be a one way street…” the ring pants out as Betty blinks up the couch, kissing your thighs, stomach, breasts, nipples, and neck along her way, her hands working your clothes off as she goes, each touch of her lips sending little pleasurable shocks through your skin.

“Then,” Betty finds your lips again, reaches around behind you, and rolls rhe both of you over so that she's the one on the couch, “don't let it be.”

You find your hands working Betty's clothes off as your head works it's way down, your lips kissing her mouth, then chin, then neck, then the expanse of her breast above the nipple, then her stomach, her thighs… and the salty nectar of her flower. Her warm musk fills your nose as your hands massage her softness, your body heating up and raring to go as you lick and suck at your roommate's most intimate anatomy… and you find you are absolutely turned on by it… or the ring is, and you're feeling it… but the distinction is petty right now as you find your tongue and lips know exactly how to bring a woman to the edge and hold her there while your hands enjoy the softness of her body and yours, keeping you both on edge, an exquisite pleasure that doesn't quite tip over that precipice.

He holds her there, keeping her mewling like a needy kitten, for what seems like hours… until finally Betty begs, “Let me… let me… finish me… please?”

You can feel the smile on your face as the man in your body slides your entire hand deep into your roommate, and she goes off explosively, shuddering and thrashing for a good five minutes before collapsing in a sweaty, messy heap, ****.

The ring pulls your hand out, quietly turns on the power ring he made for you, and oh so gently lifts the **** woman to her bunk, where he tenderly tucks her in under the blankets… before turning back to normal and finishing you (himself?) off with your hands.

As you're floating on cloud nine, your guest speaks up in your head, ‘Do you mind accepting a couple deliveries for me? While rooming with Betty has benefits, I'd like a little room for some projects. I'll cheerfully fund your tuition, food, books, and things, so you don't need to concern yourself with the college job.’

“Sure, no problem….” you try to respond but of course it doesn't reach your mouth as you drift off yourself.

You have some vivid dreams about drinking, dancing, flirting, and… drawing with golden light on index cards? Shopping on your phone? Showering? …and wake up sitting at a table in a restaurant, a pile of pancakes with strawberries and cream on top, sausage on the side, and a big glass of orange juice next to a cup of coffee waiting.

“Good morning,” your body guest greets you, “It's nine AM, and we're at a small Cafe just off campus. I have a pack of index cards in your bag for various purposes; please leave them there. I'm expecting an RV delivery this evening at seven: It's going to be in your name, for obvious reasons. We have a parking permit lined up already, a facility booked with hookups for it, and a new PO box. I also ordered a laptop, that should be here tomorrow.”

You practice the quiet speech while you eat… good food, ‘That's… fast. You bought a motor home already?’

“Renting is for short term requirements, when buying simply isn't an option, and for suckers. You're going to spend around forty grand on dorm costs over four years, and have nothing but memories after. A good used RV costs around twice that, and has some hookup expenses besides… but you'll be able to recoup most of the expense of the RV if you sell it, and have a place to stay out the gate when you leave college if you don't.” He pauses, “Also, I need the space for some projects… the dorm would probably frown on me painting a beacon on the ceiling, but it's not an issue in an RV we own.”

‘Beacon?’ You ask around a mouthful of pancake.

“For teleportation. The earth is spinning at around a thousand miles an hour depending on the latitude while flying around the sun at over sixty-six thousand miles an hour… and the sun is going around the center of the Milky Way Galaxy, the Milky Way Galaxy is orbiting Cluster Epsilon, the universe itself is spinning at the speed of light, and oh yes, all of these paths wobble due to interactions with other masses,” Maybe you shouldn't have asked. What even is Cluster Epsilon?

“None of that matters normally,” the ring rattles on while you eat, “because you're dragged along just like everything else. However: When teleporting, for a brief moment you're disconnected from everything, and you're not dragged along. Get the math wrong by even a fraction of a percent, and you're no longer in the atmosphere when you rejoin reality. There's a blessed few people who can do the math on a planetary scale as easily as breathing… but I'm not one of them. Give me a couple hours and I can get us anywhere on Earth safely. A day and I can do planetary travel, two and I can get you anywhere in the galaxy. I'll need a week for anything beyond that.” Such casual talk of intergalactic travel… “But I also recognize the fact that sometimes I need to hurry. Turns out there's a way to cheat: A beacon. If I put a little magic in a spot that says ‘I'm here, traveling this way’, then I can just go to that, handle inertia, and skip almost all the math. But that means I need to leave a sturdy enchantment above something soft: Painting the ceiling over a bed is a fine way to go about it.”

‘So, retreat point?’ You could get used to these meals.

“Yeah. I plan to do several other things with the RV as well… but that's the big one,” he confirms.

‘So what's up with the cards?’ You dig through your purse and pull one out.