Two Nights Later.

Two nights later, Trish, Phoebe, and you, are sitting on the couch in the lounge, in front of a burning fireplace, waiting for “a surprise.” Presumably, Trish met with Stoller last night, but Phoebe and you had misread an assignment and were busy doing your rewrites. Trish had invited the two of you down tonight, but hadn’t said why.

“Phoebe dearest, would you mind if I used your boyfriend in a… sexual manner for a few minutes tonight? I promise to give him back.”

Neither you nor Phoebe knows what Trish has planned, but it’s obviously something deliciously naughty. Phoebe gives her assent, and you agree before Trish has a chance to ask.

Miss Stoller, dressed (no surprise) in the schoolgirl's uniform, steps cautiously into the room.

“Ah, my girlfriend!” Trish says happily, and stands up. “Stoller, Phoebe, John,” she introduces.

The three of you greet each other, somewhat awkwardly. Stoller isn’t as lovely as Phoebe, but it’s clear she’s put effort into her hair and make up, and she fills her uniform quite nicely.

Trish pulls Phoebe aside and they whisper for a couple minutes then return.

“Stoller,” Trish instructs. “Phoebe and I are going to give John a genital massage now, so that his libido won’t get in the way of… oh screw it. We’re going to give him a handjob, and you’re going to watch us. Do not look away no matter what, got it?”

Stoller nods and submissively sits on the couch. “You haven’t told them…?”

“No, I haven’t told them anything yet,” Trish says, taking a rose-tinted wine glass down from the cabinet. “Be a good girl, and it’ll stay our little secret.”

And with that, Trish and Phoebe start unbuttoning each other’s blouses. Once their bras are visible, they push them up, revealing their nipples to you. They take a quick glance at your groin, but you’re not erect just yet. The two girls kiss next, exaggerated, sloppy kisses, rubbing their tongues against their partners.

That does it for you. You get hard, and you reach down to “adjust” yourself, but the girls stop you.

They undo your belt and trousers, and push them down as far as they can go. Your regulation white boxers slide down next, and your erect member becomes fully visible to Stoller’s gaze for about half a second before four female hands start caressing it.

Oh, that feels good. It feels nice to finally have Trish’s hands on you, and Phoebe’s gotten very, very good at pleasing you.

When you’re approaching climax, Trish reaches over to the coffee table, takes the wine glass, and holds it over the tip of your penis.

You come, your sperm caught in the wine glass. It wasn’t very much, but you were pretty rushed. They pull up your boxers and trousers, kiss you on the cheek and retreat to the bar. You see them uncork a wine bottle, pour some white wine, and return. Their nipples are still visible as three half-full, blue-tinted glasses, are placed in the table. The pink-tinted glass that caught your spunk is almost full, and is placed in front of Miss Stoller. Stoller pales and looks at Trish. “Do I… do I really need to drink this… this stuff?”

Trish shrugs and the rest of you take sips from your glasses. “No. You’re always free to leave at any time. But if you do drink it, make sure you drink it all: every last drop of it.”

Miss Stoller is still looking at her glass when the rest of you have drained yours. The three of you throw your glasses into the fireplace and look at her expectantly. Finally, she gulps, picks up her glass, and drinks it all at one go, in maybe a dozen gulps. After the last droplets land on her tongue, she sets the glass down on the table, her hands shaking slightly.

Phoebe carelessly flings it into the fireplace, then the three of you gently congratulate Miss Stoller, the girls’ breasts still visible. You’re already ready for Round Two.