Settling in and meeting with Alice

The room was small, with Charlotte’s single bed placed vertically immediately to the right of the doorway. At its end was her desk, its back pushed against Alice’s own desk. Behind that was Alice --- your (former) girlfriend’s --- bed, placed horizontally across the back wall. You figure Alice must be sitting at her desk, seeing as she isn’t immediately visible to you.

You were about to put on your trousers, when Charlotte walked over to her desk, setting down her bag, and immediately began to undress. Despite having just fucked her, her actions catching you by surprise. You turn and stare as the girl then reaches back and unhooks her bra, throwing that on top of her newly discarded top. The skirt and panties soon follow.

You’re left staring at the newly naked girl, her large tits hanging firmly on her chest. You can't help but watch her, and then decide to simply put your trousers on Alice's bed. Your eyes shift downwards, locking with the small amount of brown fur outlining her pussy, wet with your juices. Semen is slowly dropping from inside of her.

Charlotte seems to be waiting. Glancing up, she catches you staring. Despite your escapade in the hallway, she blushes. "I --- hope that you're comfortable," Charlotte says, bashfully.

You weren't worried about Charlotte getting angry, like she would have in the old version of the world, but this reaction is slightly confusing. You respond honestly. "Just enjoying the view," you tell her.

Charlotte smiles at the compliment, but looks a little uncertain. "I didn't say anything in the hallway to upset you, did I?"

You shrug. "No," you say, not entirely convincingly. Charlotte fidgets slightly with nervousness. "I should probably say hi to Alice," you say.

"Okay," says Charlotte uncertainly, not making any particular motion to do anything, waiting for you.

You furrow your brow, and walk over to where you figure Alice must be.

“Charlotte? Is that you?”

As you predicted, Alice’s voice came from just beyond the pair of desks. You start making your way there when she speaks again.

“You just missed Professor Evan. He was actually quite disappointed you didn’t make it. He -- Oh my!”

You interrupt her mid-sentence by appearing around the corner of her desk, catching her by surprise. As it turns out, your girlfriend was sitting at her desk, naked save for a pair of panties. Her eyes wide with shock, she wastes no time rushing to her feet, her large tits swinging heavily.

“Sorry John! I didn’t know you were here. If I did, I would have greeted you at the door.” And you watch as she bows, an action that’s both new to you, yet strikes you with a sense of familiarity. If it weren't for her breasts hanging so enticingly, you might even take it for granted.

Charles wasn’t kidding when he said that each girl would be respectful in their own way. Which makes sense, given the parameters you'd given him. To girls, being respectful and submissive was as natural to them as breathing or blinking. Where things deferred was in the execution: while Charlotte curtsied to the men she came across, Alice bowed. Briefly, you wonder how else the girls differ from one another.

Settling into your position as the most dominant person in the room, you gesture for her to rise and speak softly in reply. “It’s fine, Charlotte let me in, and I know you've been busy.”

As expected, she blushes at your comment. “Yeah, my professor was here for a few hours, as per our weekly study sessions, and he asked for a blowjob before leaving. I'm always proud to be asked to fellate such an honourable educator. He asked me to leave his semen on my chest --- I'm so glad that we've grown so close in our relationship!”

It’s only after she mentions it that you notice what she means. The bottom of her chin, as well as her neck and the top of her tits, were beginning to crust over with semen. Clearly the professor wanted to paint a little picture before departing. A small hint of jealousy hits you once more, competing however with a growing arousal.

You take a moment to check out the nearly naked girl before you, noticing that her pink panties had a visible wet patch. Alice was short, unlike her roommate. Bright blonde hair fell just past her shoulders, and her stunning green eyes that never failed to make you explode during head. She was fit, her body toned from weekly exercise, and a nice firm ass that always begged to be spanked.

You take a few minutes to enjoy the sight of your exposed girlfriend --- former girlfriend, you remind yourself. She stands before you, shamelessly half-naked, smiling warmly, much as she must have done with the professor whose semen was drying on her chest.

"How are you, John?" Alice asks. "I hope you don't mind me saying so --- feel free to tell me I'm wrong --- but you seem a little unsure of yourself."

"I'm just thinking about you and me," you tell her. "How long have we known one another?"

"About a year," she says. She starts wandering towards you, gently. "Long enough that you shouldn't be shy about saying 'hi' to me," she teases you. She puts one hand on the front of your boxers, gently feeling for your cock. Her eyes look to yours, asking.

Looking at you like this, it all seems so strange, but so familiar. You move in to kiss her, and she automatically reciprocates. Her hand is still on your cock, which begins to swell. You reach for her butt, and grasp it.

You kiss for several seconds: she is responding with the feeling she always did, except groping you gently as she does so, even with Charlotte around. You feel as though this is normal, but at the same time you can't help but notice how different it feels from before.

You move away from the kiss, and Alice smiles sheepishly. "Sorry, I just realised I'm still wearing my panties," she says as she bends down to take them off. You notice her wet spot is larger than before.

"Charlotte was just telling me that she's always wets her panties when I'm around," you tell her.

"I'll bet she does," Alice responds cheerily. "I get pretty wet for you too, though I suppose I'm also a bit turned on from sucking the professor's cock. Taking such an esteemed man in my mouth, mmm!" she enthused.

"Do you think about fucking him?" you ask her.

She turns to face you, having put her panties away. "Sometimes," she says, her fingers reaching down to play with her shaven pussy lips, which have a small amount of fine blonde stubble. "His cock is pretty thick, I think it would feel really nice. I don't tell him that yet, though. He's a gentleman, and hasn't asked me to yet: he always waits a while after me telling him what I fantasise about before asking." She smiles at you as she masturbates in front of you.

"Are you feeling okay, John?" she asks. "You're practically still dressed. Charlotte and I both want you to feel comfortable. You know us, we're both happy for you to more or less have your way with us. And, er ---" she hesitates, "--- I hope I'm not stepping out of place if I say we both love having you with your cock out around us."

You're not sure how you feel about this. You wished for sex to be easy among friends, and that part is definitely awesome. But you're not sure how you feel about Alice, a girl you once felt you had some sort of lock on, casually switch between talking about being wet for you and the not fantasising about fucking a man thirty years her senior. Not to mention the dried cum still on her chest.