Fertilization. Fuck! Logical thought fights to regain control, hampered by the haze of endorphins in my brain. If Brooke’s ‘roommate’ – the owner of the red thong – is her regular sexual partner, she may not be on birth control.
“Are you on the pill?” I ask. Eyes still too close to focus.
“You’re supposed to discuss that up front. But yeah, I’m safe,” she responds, hazily, still on her own descent from euphoria.
Later, she asks, “Is it always that intense with you?”
I try to think of a time with Katherine… Possibly? Probably. I can’t recall a specific encounter quite like this one, but I’m sure it’s just my brain being taken by the moment here in the alcove.
“No,” I answer.
“Wow,” she sums up, repeating my earlier sentiment.
We disengage and Brooke turns to lean on the bench. I join her, our hips together, maintaining the residue of our special bond.
On a whim, she opens the small servery door so we can peek into the main room. I see the illustrated back of Katherine kneeling upright on the massage table, obviously riding TB, judging by the black hands gripping her buttocks. Sarah is now attending to the ‘ex-virgin’ Ryan, still in the same chair, with Sean – in a recovery phase – offering words of encouragement to the pair. Kim is bent over the head of the table being fucked vigorously by Nick. Jess is standing to the side of the table rubbing her hands over Katherine and TB, heightening their pleasure.
Brooke smiles and leads me to the couch. She sits close to the armrest while I decide to lie on my back, head on her lap, looking up between her tits.
Tits, I think. Tits, ass, flesh – I’m still thinking sexually. Normally I’d be calling them something more detached like ‘mammary glands’, ‘ventral prominences’, or probably just ‘breasts’. I smile up at her.
“What?” she asks.
“Thank you for taking care of me. You had a room full of young men out there… and women.”
“They may not work for Essex, but those kids still appear on my roster. So they’re in my care too,” she says. “And I don’t want the complications. If I fuck one, they’ll all want the same treatment,” she jokes.
“Well, thanks for settling for me,” I say.
“Don’t sell yourself short. I used to masturbate to the thought of you. Many of us girls did.”
“What?” I say in surprise.
She smiles down at me. “I guess we all had daddy issues,” she explains. “We were young, stuck in full-time study, usually away from home, dazzled by the bright lights and confusion of the campus hospital… And then you would show up, the only really compassionate one, and cute, too. You would work us hard and give us those diabolical quizzes, but when we succeeded you would be so proud, we could feel it. We wanted to feel it. We would study harder just so we wouldn’t disappoint you.”
After a pause to reminisce, she continues. “I wanted to fuck you so badly back then. They want to fuck you.” Gesturing out towards the students in the main room. “Well, at least the girls do. I can see it in their eyes.”
We hear the cries of yet another orgasm from the room, not Katherine’s but female. We hold each other’s gaze, but start to giggle before returning to thoughtful smiles.
I lie in her lap, content, thinking about compassion… sympathy. Brooke had it in abundance. I could see that now, and once again, regret that we lost her to Essex Hospital’s employment. Aphrodite no longer possesses her, the goddess of passion replaced again by the goddess of empathy. Elea? Eleos? My Greek mythology fails me.
We stare at each other for a long time, content with our own thoughts. There is no embarrassment from our gaze, as we still maintain our connection of touch, our unity, meaning I can fixate on her eyes as confidently as I can look at my own palm. Or into Katherine’s eyes.
“Uh, uh, ah – yes, yes, yes – aaaaagh!” comes from the room. This time it’s definitely Katherine’s voice, accompanied by another, more reserved, outcry.
Brooke rises on the armrest enough to see out the servery window. “It looks like Ryan eventually made his way back to Katherine,” she says.
“I’m glad,” I reply, “for both of them.” And I am. Another thing to ponder as I lie in Brooke’s lap.
Aphrodite seems to be departing the larger room, too. A final crescendo of passion is slowly being replaced by conversations and laughing.
The naked Jess walks into our alcove with a smile of satisfaction. I finally get to see her full form and it’s as beautiful as I imagined. Pert, widely-spaced breasts over a flat stomach, leading down to a ‘landing strip’ of pubic hair as they call it. The slightest bikini tan-line is evident, the remains of spring outings. She allows me to gaze upon her full length. She knew I would be here, she wanted me to see. Perhaps Brooke is right?
The smiling Jess stands there and waits, until my eyes return to hers, having feasted upon her body. She then walks to the sink affording me a posterior view. A glance at Brooke shows she is not upset with me – she is watching Jess, too. Jess grabs a paper towel from the dispenser then spreads her legs to wipe her vulva, from front to back, my low vantage point affording me an explicit view. Then she bends over to dispose of the towel in the bin under the sink.
Straightening up, she opens the towel dispenser and extracts a handful to take back to the main room, but doesn’t depart immediately. She steps over to the couch and sits, placing just a cheek and some thigh onto the remaining edge of the cushion, her hip and leg pressed against mine. As if this wasn’t enough contact, she grasps my hand, thumb hooked over thumb, then presses my palm to her firm breast. This isn’t entirely sexual, Jess knows my boundary, it’s more a gesture – a promise for a time when she is no longer under my trust.
“I just came to thank you for arranging the study session tonight,” Jess starts. “I started by thanking Katherine… umm… with words also,” she blushes. “But she said I should come and thank you. Naked.”
Maybe Kath noticed me looking at Jess earlier? Maybe I don’t hide my desire very well? Maybe I talk in my sleep? Did Katherine reveal our relationship to her?
“Mmm,” I say, “I saw you thanking Katherine, non-verbally, while she was riding TB on the table.”
“Oh yeah,” Jess responds, “that was the darnedest thing. TB and Katherine climaxed together and I came too, without stimulation, I felt them both and just came with them; although, it was more like we shared the same orgasm. Have you ever heard of a sympathetic orgasm?” She ponders this for a bit before saying, “I guess it was just our dance around TB’s maypole.”
“Maypole? Is that what the kids call it these days?” I ask.
“Ha! No,” she answers. “Just something I saw in my feed. Apparently, it’s the summer solstice at the moment, so there’s festivals and stuff going on in Europe all week. Anyway, thanks for bringing Katherine along to play tonight.”
“You’re very welcome, Jessica. Maybe I should invite Katherine to assist with some future sessions, too?”
“Yes, that would be great,” she says, while standing up again. “You’re the only one who ever calls me Jessica, I like that.” She lingers to look at my penis, which has grown noticeably since she arrived, then smiles to herself and leaves.
“See,” laughs Brooke. “Now stop that. It must be well after ten o’clock by now.”
I probably can’t control my growing erection, but she is right. It is getting late and another round of sex would probably be a disappointment compared to what happened against the counter earlier. Reluctantly, we retrieve our clothes to dress.
When we return to the main room the orgy has run its course. Katherine was back on the massage table, lying on her left side. Her upper leg is supported, and resisted, by Sean as she rotates her hip. Sarah is behind her with her gloved right hand pressing two of her fingers deeply into Kath’s vaginal opening, palm upwards. Sarah’s left wrist is stabilizing the iliac crest of Kath’s pelvis while the fingers of that hand press into the crease of the buttock.
“Yes, I can feel it too!” Sarah says excitedly to TB, who is standing opposite. “Both ends of the OA together.”
I realize she’s talking about the obturator internus muscle. One end originates in the pelvic cavity and the other terminates at the neck of the femur, providing lateral rotation of the hip joint. She’s getting some memorable anatomy training tonight.
Apart from abducting her leg, Kath isn’t participating in that end of the table. She’s chatting with Jess, Kim, and Ryan, huddled around the head of the table and mostly dressed again.
The group notices Brooke and I have returned. “Hey, Doc. Fantastic training aid you brought tonight,” TB says, grinning widely.
“Yes. But I’m afraid time’s up for now,” I announce, loud enough for all to hear.
Sarah reluctantly extracts her hand and gives Kath a loud kiss on the shoulder while she removes her glove. The group breaks up to begin the search for the rest of their clothing.
Kath sits up, facing away from me. I saw her clothes neatly stacked in the kitchenette, so she must remain naked while the students approach her in turn for a hug and words of thanks. It’s only then I notice Nick’s lowest label, one he moved Kath’s underwear to write; it reads ‘cock’ with an ambiguous arrow pointing somewhere between her coccyx and anus. I give a private snort of amusement.
Once the student group is assembled, Brooke says to us, “Wait here. I’ll call the elevator – it’ll take them to the lobby without me.”
Kath comes to me and we embrace. Husband and wife.
She leans back. “I hope you’re not upset with me, for my…” Struggling to end her sentence modestly. Tactfully.
‘For what?’ I think. For her behavior? For her loss of control? I feel a stab of guilt. What I shared with Brooke was probably a greater betrayal of our marriage vows – whatever the hell it was that happened in the kitchenette. Out here was just sex – an orgy – while we slunk off to share some type of… fucking… holy communion.
I try to play it down. “Once it started, it was inevitable. We all lost control. We all wanted to lose control. I don’t blame you. I love you.”
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