Font of Fertility Ch. 09

I should have seen it coming, but of the three it was Stacey who felt the most uncomfortable with how the Angela Experiment (what she started calling the date) had gone. She'd actually been relatively OK hearing about the sex - Stacey was mostly upset about the actual date.

And it took me longer than it should have to realize it was because it was the thing she couldn't have. We couldn't drive out to the amusement park, or even head to a local restaurant, as a couple. There was just too much of a risk that someone we knew would see and recognize us. Sure, we could go like normal us and have fun, but one errant kiss, or me putting my hand on her ass as we were walking, or even just one of her 'come fuck me' looks and we'd be screwed.

Stacey ended up needing space by the end of the phone call. Lindsey told her she was going to call her in a half hour, and Stacey agreed to pick up. She still let me hug her, and we kissed goodnight before she left my room.

Then it was just me. And I had one way I could think of to patch Stacey's problem and give her the real date she wanted. The date had to happen somewhere we were definitely not going to get recognized. It had to happen far away.

I needed to figure out this Teleportaling shit.

I texted Stacey, warning her I was going to try to teleportal again - if she came to my room and I wasn't there, I was either dead or it had worked. She didn't respond

So I took a deep breath and stood in front of my door. It was after midnight by this point, our house was quiet, our parents in bed at the far end of the hall. I tried to piece together what Lindsey had been saying, or guessing, about magic and what I'd been putting together about my pool of power while laying in bed with Angela.

Lindsey had wanted it to be more scientific, but I really didn't think it was brain chemistry or biology or anything like that. Magic was - well, it was the opposite of science, wasn't it? Unexplainable. It didn't need to make sense how it worked except to the person making it work.

I took another deep breath, trying to calm my heart rate, and opened the door and looked into the hallway. I closed it quietly, and opened it again. Nothing.

In my mind, I tried picturing my bedroom door. This door, in front of me. And then I thought of the door of Lauren's bedroom. I pictured them in the same place, overlapping on each other, and touched my power and felt an immense pressure. It actually staggered me, and it was hard to breathe for a moment. "Fuck," I grunted, holding my chest as I caught my breath. What was that?

I'd been imagining the doors occupied the same - Oh.Ooooh. I realized my mistake immediately. I hadn't been connecting the doors, I'd been trying to make themthe same door. If I'd had the power available, I would have been bending space and reality to make our doors occupy the same space.Jesus fuck, what would have happened to our houses?

Suddenly I had to open my door, but this time I was headed to the washroom because I needed to throw up. It was the first time I had really realized howfucking dangerous magic was. I could have killed Lauren and both of our entire families if I'd somehow merged our bedroom doorways and our houses tried to occupy the same space around us.

And considering my lack of understanding, who knows, maybe I could have created a nuclear explosion or something as the atoms tried to merge and caused fission.

Wait, could I cause a nuclear explosion?

After vomiting, brushing my teeth and heading back to my room, I still had the same problem and just a lot more theoretical questions.

"OK, so not in the same place..." I muttered to myself.

I ended up doing something I should have done in the first place. I googled 'Ways to teleport'.

"Fuck, awormhole. It's so obvious!" It had only taken ten minutes of a YouTube video.

I stood back up and faced my door again.

OK. So one leads to another. I open the door, and a wormhole connects both spaces, cutting through the rest of space between them.

I ended up going back and watching thirty more minutes of YouTube videos about wormholes before I felt more comfortable with what I was picturing. And that I wouldn't rip a hole in the space-time continuum or something.

Again, back to the door.

"There is no try. Only do, or do not," I said.Huh, maybe George Lucas was a mage.

I visualized the wormhole, connecting the doors in my mind. A space through space. Put limiting factors on the spell - it would only happen once, not permanently. Only I could pass through. Then I touched the pool, and the idea fit. Actually, it fit easily, more than I would have expected.

I let it sink in, opened my eyes along with the door, and stepped into Lauren's room.

Her room light was off, but she had a side table lamp on, and she was laying on her bed. Naked, with a vibrator on her pussy as her toes were curling and her mouth hung a little open and her eyes were shut.

"God, you're beautiful," I said.

"Ah!" Lauren spooked, throwing her vibrator at my head and trying to cover up as I scared the living shit out of her. I managed to duck the vibrator, which hit her dresser. "What- what the- Jerry?" she stammered, looking around her room.

"Hey, Laur," I said, smiling as I approached her bed. "So, I figured it out."

"Wait, you're here..." Lauren said, then cracked a smile. "Teleportaling? You got it?"

I grinned and nodded, and she leapt up from her bed and wrapped herself around me in a kiss, her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. We laughed into each other's mouths as I set her down on her back, still giddily making out.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you figured it out," Lauren said. "This is so huge. We can goanywhere."

"Honestly, I just want to be here," I said, holding and kissing her.

Soon we were cuddled up in her bed, both of us naked, as I fucked her on our sides like I had Angela earlier that night.

"I can see why she fell asleep on you," Lauren said while I massaged her scalp.

"Lauren, I love you," I said.

"I know," she said, and I could hear her smirk.

"I can't wait to hold you like this every night," I said.

"You can, now," she hummed happily.

"No, not the way we want," I said. "Not with Lindsey and Stacey as well."

"Mmm, true," she said and ground her ass back at me. "How much power does it take to do it?"

"Just me, it wasn't too much. It's hard to judge, but I'd probably refill what I lost with one fuck with your or Linds or Stace," I said.

"So not nothing either. And probably more if you bring one of us with you," she said.

"Mhmm," I hummed.

"So you can't just collect us all every night and then bring us back to where we need to be in the morning."

"Probably not," I sighed.

Lauren pulled off of my dick and kissed me. "You're pretty amazing even for a sex wizard," she said.

"Excuse me. I believe the correct terminology is Sex Shaman," I corrected her with a grin and kissed her back.

"You should go tell Lindsey," Lauren said. "And then go spend time with Stacey. She needs you more than us tonight."

I nodded, squeezing her hand under the covers and looking into her eyes.

I eventually got up and gathered my clothes. "How light do your parents sleep?" I asked Lauren.

"They'll both be sawing logs. I wouldn't suggest fucking Linds the way she likes, but you can sneak down the hall like that without worry," Lauren said.

I nodded and opened the door, then looked back at her. "I still love you."

"I still know," Lauren said, then smirked. "And I love you too, dork."

It wasn't actually the first time I'd walked down this hallway in the Baxley house naked, but it was the first time I'd done it at 1 am with the sounds of both Mr and Mrs Baxley snoring down the hall with their bedroom door cracked open.

I reached Lindsey's room, and I could just hear the sound of her voice on the other side of the door. As quietly as I could I opened it and stepped in, shutting it behind me. Lindsey immediately saw me, her eyes bugging out at my naked form as she was holding her phone up to her ear.

"Uh-huh," she said. "Uh-huh, no I get it, Stace. Believe me, I do. But honestly, I think we're going to figure this out." Lindsey motioned me over to her and mouthedYou figured it out? I nodded and got up on the bed with her. She made to move to suck my cock, but I pushed her back and she let me take off the little pyjama shorts she was wearing and spread her thighs so that I could settle in and begin licking her beautiful pussy.

"Stace, I'm being serious," Lindsey kept talking on the phone, trying her best not to sound like she was getting eaten out. "Look, for real, I think it's going to fix itself soon. Like sooner than you think." Lindsey put her hand down on my head, getting my attention as she ran her fingers through my hair and looked right at me. "Really, really soon."

I loved that I could push Lindsey to an orgasm so damn quickly. I went back to licking her, sliding my tongue into her warm folds, and she coughed to hide her moan.

"Yeah, yes. I know, Stacey. But you're being a great friend to me, too. With everything. No, I mean it, babe. I'm going to owe you a lot. OK. Yeah, OK. Get some rest. Look, Stace? You don't need to say it, but I love you. It's only been like two days, but I just want you to know that you're as special to me as Lauren is."

I couldn't hear what Stacey said, but Lindsey smiled warmly.

"OK. Have a good night, sister-wife," she laughed. She made a kiss at the phone, then hung up. "Oh, fuck a duck, Jerry," she moaned, writhing on my tongue as she let herself go. She came, one leg rising up over my shoulder and shuddering as I played between her soft thighs.

"Hi," I said with a grin, crawling up her body and kissing her with her juices on my lips.

"Hey, fancy seeing you here," she said, licking my lips and then the tip of my nose. "Of all the gin joints in all the world, you walked into mine, huh?"

I nodded.

"You already saw Lauren, right?" Lindsey asked as I cuddled in next to her, holding her in my arms.

"I did," I said. "And we agreed I'm going to need to go see Stacey, but I wanted to see you before I left."

"OK, I'll get the details from her," Lindsey nodded. She turned into me, pressing her chest to mine and resting her face so close that her nose was touching mine. "This feels so good."

"I know. I want it forever," I said.

She smiled.

"Linds, I love you," I said. I wanted them all to know it tonight.

"I love you too, Jeremiah," she whispered as if she was still surprised she was saying it.

"Tomorrow I need to try and do the Hawaii trip with Lauren," I said. "But the next day, I want to have a date night. Just you and me."

"Really?" she asked. "I'm OK if Stacey and Lauren go next. I already got you once."

I pursed my lips and crossed the fraction of an inch between us, giving her a little kiss. "Lauren and I have been best friends forever. Stacey and I have a different relationship entirely, even if she also does need a date night. But I don't like how you always seem like you're surprised I'm telling you I love you."

Lindsey flipped over, turning away from me but pushing her body back into mine, becoming the little spoon. "I-" she said, but hesitated and I just held her, letting her think. "I told you about me," she finally said. "My life."

I kissed the nape of her neck and held her.

"You're- Jerry, I believe you. I just don't feel like I deserve it."

"I don't know how I can convince you," I said. "Other than showing and telling you over and over."

"I don't either," she said. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

"Well, I love you," I said. "I love you. I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered. Then she turned back over and kissed me. "You need to go to Stacey. She needs you more than I do."

"For some reason, I'm starting to doubt that," I said.

"Go," she urged me. "Did you dump a load into Lauren before you came here?"

I shook my head.

"Damn, I was going to eat it out of her," Lindsey said, making me smile. "But I'm going to go to sleep with her tonight. I won't be alone, alright?"

"OK," I said. I hugged her, and kissed her on the forehead, trying my best to show her how much I cared about her.

I got out of the bed and pulled on my shorts, then turned to the door and visualized Lindsey's door wormholing to Stacey's. I put my hand on the doorknob and looked over my shoulder. Lindsey was watching me with her full attention. "Hey," I said. "I love you, you know."

She closed her eyes and smiled, nodding. "I know," she said. "Do you know I love you?"

I left the door and went back to her, kissing her one more time, hating that she had this thorn of doubt or guilt stuck in her heart. "I do," I told her. "Have a good night, concubine."

That got a laugh out of her, and I winked and went back to the door. A quick visualization again, and I stepped through-

And stepped into Stacey's room.

"Jerry?" Stacey asked, looking up from her phone. She was tucked into bed, all the lights off, but hadn't put her phone down yet. "What's up? Couldn't get it to work?"

I walked over and got into her bed under the covers, pulling her to me. I had a spike of guilt that she was the fourth girl I was doing this with within the last few hours. She deserved more than that. "Stacey, I love you," I said.

"Well, duh," she said.

I smiled. "The others both said, 'I know.'"

"That's that Star Wars line, isn't it?"

I nodded.

"I will proudly be your least-nerdy girlfriend," she whispered. She was cuddled up to me now, her head on my chest and one leg thrown over mine, pressing her breasts against my arm.

"Stacey, could you do me a favour tomorrow and figure out the apartment thing with Lindsey?" I asked. "The cost doesn't matter, I'll figure out a way to cover it. I'm just really worried about her."

"OK," she nodded. "But it's going to be hard to get a lease or sublease signed during the holidays like this. We're going to need to drive up there again probably."

"I have that covered too," I said.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

I kissed her, and she could taste the difference on my face. She raised her eyebrows in the dark, and then kissed me again. "Lindsey?"

I chuckled. "You can tell the difference already?"

She kissed me one more time, tasting Lindsey on my face.

"Where do you want to go, Stacey? Just you and me. On a real, romantic date. We can go literally anywhere in the world," I said.

"Miami," she said.

"Really?"

"There are lots of places in the world I want to go with you and the girls. But I've always wanted to go dancing in Miami in a sweaty little Cuban club with live music, and I want to go with you. I want to grind my ass on you, and feel your hands on me, and twirl, and kiss you, and have people see us and think, 'Damn, those two are so in love.'"

"Miami it is," I said. "I'm going to need to practice my dancing, though."

"When?" she asked.

"Two days," I said. "Tomorrow I need to try to do the Hawaii trip with Lauren. The next day I need to spend time with Lindsey. Then you can have me for the entire day. Do you want to hit the beach first?"

"Yes," she nodded. "I'll wear my skimpiest bikini for you."

I started to get hard just at the thought. "I'll make reservations somewhere fancy. Guess I need to do some research for where we'll go."

"Tomorrow," she said, clutching me a little tighter. "Can you sleep here tonight?"

I hugged her back. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Good," she murmured into my neck.

I only left when her alarm went off early that next morning. Stacey woke up with a pep in her step despite only getting five hours of sleep, while I dragged my ass back down the hall to my own room and collapsed in the bed for another few hours of sleep.

By the time I was back up and functioning, sometime around noon, I stumbled downstairs to find Lindsey set up in our living room with her laptop as Stacey sat with her. "Good morning?" I said, a little surprised, and a little disappointed because my Mother was just over in the kitchen so I couldn't kiss them hello.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Stacey said, grinning at me. "Nice of you to join the living."

"Don't steal Mom's line," I said. I decided I could probably get away with hugging them, so I went over and did so. Lindsey grabbed my dick through my boxers as she hugged me, laughing softly in my ear as she did it, and Stacey followed suit. "Thanks," I said sarcastically, looking down at the bulge in my boxers.

"I think that's our job now," Stacey said, looking at Lindsey.

"Well, that and making it go away again," Lindsey grinned. "Would you like us to do that, too?"

I narrowed my eyes and glanced back at the kitchen, then sighed. "Later, I guess." Both girls giggled. "How goes the hunt?"

"We've narrowed it down to three possible places," Lindsey said. "Here, take a look."

She turned the laptop around and flipped through three different tabs, both girls telling me the pros and cons of the three apartments.

"I like the second one," I said when they were done.

"So do we, but that's the most expensive one, and you need to apply for it and they run credit checks and stuff. They might not rent to students," Stacey said.

"I'll take care of it," I said quietly. "It looks the nicest, which you deserve, and also looks like the safest building and has a doorman on duty all the time, which I want for you."

"Are you sure?" Lindsey asked.

I glanced over my shoulder again, and while I could hear Mom in the kitchen I couldn't see her, so I leaned in and kissed Lindsey on the mouth, then Stacey on the cheek quickly as a bonus. "Yes, I'm sure. I'd say try to find a penthouse apartment, but that might stand out as strange with your friends."

Stacey just nodded. "I'll set the appointment."

"OK. I need breakfast," I said, but then lowered my voice again. "Hey, Linds?"

"You love me?"

"I do," I said.

"You're starting to sound like a broken record, Jerry," she said.

"OK. Je t'aime."

Both girls rolled their eyes, but Lindsey blushed a little at the french.

I left them and fetched breakfast, once again being reminded by my mother about needing to do my college applications and once again assuring her they were getting done.I should really do that, I thought as I was eating my cereal.

After breakfast I got dressed and Lauren came to pick me up. I left with the biggest backpack I owned, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt inside, my winter clothes unsuitable for where we were going. "Good afternoon," I said, leaning across the centre console to kiss Lauren hello.

"Oh, I see how it is," she laughed after the kiss. "Your new girlfriends get suave french Jerry, and I just get 'good afternoon.'"

"Um. Je t'aime?"

"Je t'aime you too," she laughed. "Let me guess, that's the only thing you remember from your French course?"

"I might need to do some brushing up before we do that Paris trip," I said.

Lauren drove us back to her parent's house, and we went into the basement with our stuff as she grabbed a big bag from her room as well.

"Alright. So we're ready to go, what now?" Lauren asked.

We ended up with my pants around my ankles, Lauren jerking my cock and summoning Adama. Using a combination of GoogleMaps and Google Street View, we narrowed down where the previous Fertility Seat's sanctum entrance was. Of course, it was built into the side of Mauna Loa - which just so happened to be the largest and very active volcano at the heart of the island.

"There were reasons he picked that spot, little ones," Adama assured us.

"I hope they were really good," I said, shaking my head. "Last thing we need is some booby trap going off that makes the place erupt."