Jo and Nancy lay sweaty and panting, their respective jumpsuits long since flung aside, yet even as they cuddled, Jo gazed at the ceiling and groaned "I'm still going to need my Owen fix."
"Wow, you''re that into it?" Nancy flung her head and hair back over Jo's flat abdomen. "Yeah, I guess I want it too. Funny, isn't it? You go your whole life never figuring you would need a guy, and then you meet Owen and -- POW!"
"Yeah, Pow! is right," Jo chuckled. "Nothing against present company, but I still wish I could have worked this better."
Nancy suddenly flipped over to face Jo. "Owen is a student here, right? ... It should be easy to figure out which classes he's in."
"That's right. All we have to do is track him down when he has some time off." Jo bit her lip skeptically. "I don't know ... it's a little like we're predators stalking our prey."
"He's the only guy on Earth, Jo. We ARE predators. He IS prey."
"Huh, yeah ... I guess you're right!" Jo joined Nancy in a wicked cackle.
Meanwhile, Owen could little guess just how much planning and plotting was going on around him. He just felt happy to be able to walk away from an impromptu double session with Felicity, borrowing some of her towels and soap to take a quick trip to the communal bathroom.
He found the place rather conveniently deserted. As he headed for the shower stalls, he happened to notice two girls come in, one black and one blonde, but he just flashed a quick shy smile at them and then ducked into the shower area.
It was a restorative shower, for Owen had just been through quite a lot. He sighed and hummed and scrubbed, and for one fleeting minute did not feel a care in the world.
Shadows played across the curtain, and a tentative voice murmured "Excuse me?"
"Yes, what is it?" he wondered.
"We just want to talk," said another voice, as the curtain was pulled back.
Somehow a self-defensive reflex made Owen gather his hands at his crotch as he saw two girls standing there, the two he had noticed earlier.
"Hey there, I'm Lark," said the black beauty.
"And I'm Lake."
"Hi, Lark ... Lake."
"You must be the guy, huh?" pressed Lark.
"Yes, I am."
"Oh wow, that is so cool, everybody's talking about you!" She chewed fetchingly on her lower lip, pretending to be a little bashful. "Owen? Could you ... oh, you know ... shove your penis inside me?"
"Oh, and me too?" the blonde wondered.
It was a hell of a come-on, for both girls had conspicuously unbuttoned their blouses, allowing them to hang wide open, showing off cleavage as well as navels. Owen's rational mind told him he was being badgered ... but they were so sweet, not to mention so luscious ... "I, uh, I don't see why not."
"Oh goody!" Lark exclaimed, whipping her blouse right off and wriggling out of her skirt as Lake followed suit.
Owen was stunned by the misunderstanding. "Maybe not right this minute," he added.
"Oh, but every other girl is going to want you, we just want a head start," a naked Lark reasoned.
"Please?" pouted a naked Lake.
"Well ... you put it that way -- "
And so Owen found himself in a prolonged standing-room-only threesome. Because the water was left on, he eventually left the girls slumped down in the stall all wet and soapy, having pounded Lark into insensibility and finally ejaculating all over Lake's face and tits.
Armed with his borrowed towels, he padded back to his room, to find Felicity putting up some sign and a ticket machine. "You want a line to form here?" he wondered.
"I just like things orderly, Owen," Felicity replied sweetly.
Owen shut the door behind him, only to be surprised once more. Everything was quite different, and at first he was not even sure it was his room. Yet he could have sworn he was only away for a few minutes.
"You look confused," said a voice behind him. "Jo didn't bring that much stuff here to begin with, but I had a staff of people all set to bring all my own stuff in.
Owen turned around. Arms crossed atop a high-backed chair, her chin resting on her arms, his new roommate smiled up at him.
"You and I have never really met and talked before. Hi! I'm Tommi."
"I'm Owen."
"Owen, I'm just dying to see your penis. Please show it to me."
Once more, Owen fantasized about declining ... but as Tommi stretched a bit taller, she revealed her simply mind-boggling expanse of bosom.
"Aw, come on, I want to see it so bad," Tommi pressed, and before he knew it she snatched his towel away. "Wow," she said, getting off the chair and stepping towards him. "So that's what all the excitement is about, huh?"
"So what's your major?" Owen wondered gamely. Tommi, however, did not fucking care.
(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire) |