The Designer Ch. 07

She started kissing my chin and down my neck. I reached around and unfastened her bra. She shrugged out of the constraints as I lifted my palms to cup her heavy breasts. Her round mounds were shaped perfectly, sized just right for my hands. She moaned as she kissed my chest. I kissed the top of her head as I squeezed and massaged her sensitive tits.

I slid my hands down her sides, as Alyssa kissed and nibbled on my sensitive nipples. I slid my hand along the waist of her yoga pants. Sliding both hands inside, I cupped her firm warm ass, pulling her closer to me. She rose as her body slid closer, and our mouths found each other. Our tongues battled in the small space between our faces. Our eyes locked for a moment, as we both recognized the passion between us. Her fingers fell to my trousers, squeezing my erection through the rough denim. Then she started unbuttoning them hastily. I pushed her yoga pants down, squeezing her pert bottom.

"Why have we never done this before?" I wondered to myself as Alyssa finished unbuttoning and was pushing down my jeans. I lifted my hips as she pulled them off. She looked at me hungrily, watching my eyes as she wriggled out of her yoga pants bunched around her thighs. For the first time I saw my best friend naked. She was gorgeous, her body usually hidden by geek couture, was wonderfully curved in all the right places. Her pink nipples perfectly capped her round breasts. Her brown hair framed her lovely face, and I smiled.

"You are beautiful," I said simply, "I never knew."

"You are hot, Jeremiah," Alyssa allowed, "I've always known that."

Her eyes lowered to catch sight of my erect cock. The tumescent shaft bounced as I slid down lying on my back. I pulled her to me, and her chest pressed into mine. We kissed deeply, our naked bodies fitting together perfectly. Her hand went to my shaft, and my hand slid down her belly, curling into the light brown tuft of pubic hair damp with her excitement.

"Tell me what you're thinking," I moaned breaking the kiss.

"I'm thinking you ask too many questions," Alyssa sighed as she lifted her leg over my hips.

She lowered her mouth to mine, kissing me with her lips. Her hand gripped my hard shaft, and nestled it against her lower lips. I gasped into her mouth as I felt my sensitive glans peel apart her labia, and slid slowly inside her slit.

"Ohhhh yessssssss," Alyssa sighed tossing her head back as she sank onto my manhood.

She paused with my cock mostly inside her, looking at me intensely through her glasses. I lifted my hands to her breasts, cupping and supporting them. She smiled her mischievous smile as she lifted her hips. Then she broke our gaze, as she closed her eyes to the sensation of my cock sliding in deeper into her core.

"FUCK, JEREMIAH!" she enthused, "you feel so good inside me."

I was speechless as I watched my best friend bounce up and down on my cock. She looked like an angel, her expressions so perfectly Alyssa. While the sensations of her pussy gripping my cock, and her breasts pressing into my palms were almost foreign. I fucking loved it.

"Kiss me, Jeremiah!" she groaned, leaning down and pressing her tits into my chest. She worked her hips up and down my shaft, as I held her body close. She gyrated her hips in a wondrous arc. My cock plying along her cleft as I lifted my hips to meet her downward thrust.

*beep beep beep beep*

Alyssa froze to the sound of my alarm. I reached for it and tossed it across the room silencing the bothersome noise. She held still, my cock embedded inside of her. She lifted her head, her eyes finding mine. We both remembered what that alarm clock meant. She bit her bottom lip, and looked at me a question behind her eyes.

"A deal is a deal," I started.

"Jeremiah, DON'T you fucking. DARE. fix me." She threatened, her vaginal muscles gripping my cock.

So I didn't.

------------------- Carmen -----------------

"I've never felt so tired," I thought to myself as I walked back across campus from my dance class.

The past few days, since Jeremiah invaded my life, our life, were filled with wonderful sex. I truly enjoyed every second of our arduous explorations. However the sheer volume of sex, along with the mental toll of worrying over my charges took a toll both emotionally and physically. I was on the edge of totally shutting down. I would either abandon myself into the fleshy desires of my friends, or strike out at them in frustration.

The non-sexual part of me was reminding me that my friends were at college to earn a degree. It reminded me that they had family and friends outside of our group. It scolded me for allowing myself to be seduced into trysts at all hours of the day. I tried to rationalize it, hoping that it would blow over, and the girls would begin to resume their normal lives.

That thought was destroyed when I walked back into my room. I heard the now normal whines and moans coming from Lexi's room. I tossed my gym bag into a corner. Steeling myself to be strong I walked through the bathroom. The smell of sex hit me midway through, and the scent of the pheromones began to weaken my resolve. What I saw when I passed into the room shocked me back to my senses.

Jenn was unconscious, handcuffed to Lexi's headboard. Lexi was standing over her prone body, eyes closed, hands firmly holding Kelly's face to her thrusting sex. Kelly had the strap on, and was thrusting my largest dildo into Jenn's doll-like figure. Jenn's poor body what shaking with each thrust, her boobs bouncing grotesquely.

"What the fuck!?" I interjected.

"Car-Car!" Lexi exclaimed, "Hurry over! Jenn's not playing anymore!"

"The fuck I will!," I shouted. "Kelly, stop it!"

I had to physically pull Kelly off to disengage her from slamming her hips into Jenn's unconscious body. That also brought a howl of discontent from Alexis, as she started to cry!

"I didn't cum yet!" she wailed, "It's no fair, I need to cum."

"Stop it!" I yelled, in my do-not-fuck-with-me voice.

The girls froze, and both looked like small children on the edge of tears when their favorite toy was taken away. They looked at my rage, then started crying like babies. I must have scared them because they shrank from me as I went past them to check on Jenn.

Jenn was still breathing, but a few slaps did nothing to raise her. I un-cuffed her from the bed, and slid her down to lie comfortably. I propped her head up on a pillow. Her body was covered by a sheen of sweat and other fluids, so I pulled a warm blanket over her, then turned back to the girls.

"Get. some. clothes. on." I said slowly and evenly.

Despite their aversion to textiles, they obeyed, understanding that I was not in the mood to be messed with. They kept their distance as they each found clothes to put on. They actually got fully dressed, and looked almost presentable. Their eyes looked haggard, and their hair a mess of sweat, cum and something else. I look around the room, and saw an empty bottle of lube.

"Well that answers that question," I thought to myself,

"Lexi, go sit on my bed," I ordered, "Kelly sit on your bed. Entertain yourselves, read a book, but let me take care of somethings. No sex!"

I ran my fingers through my hair, all my emotions on a razor edge. Thankfully, the girls obeyed me. I realized I'd done them a disservice by giving into their raw sexual needs. I understood I needed to become more of a parent. I started picking up the mess, collecting the messed sheets, retrieving my sex toys.

"That was a stupid idea, Carmen," I scolded myself.

After I got back from starting a load of laundry, I checked on Jenn. She was awake, and dazed.

"Drink some water, Jenn," I told her, offering her a water bottle.

She looked at me, half scared and half tired.

"What happened?" she whispered.

"I think they almost fucked you to death, you were unconscious when I got back," I explained, "They weren't slowing down at all. I'm glad I got back when I did."

Jenn's eyes filled with tears, and a shiver went through her body. She curled her legs up, as a look of pain passed over her face. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and comforted her.

"The best thing for you is water, and rest." I advised, "I'll walk you back to your dorm after you've recovered some."

"Thank you, Carmen," she sighed, then curled into a ball and closed her eyes.

I looked over at Kelly, who was watching quietly, a frightened look in her eyes. I got up and went to her and hugged her in my most proper and motherly way. I was careful not to try to engage any potential trip-wires of desire. I held her to me, and just hugged her close.

"C'mon Kelly, let's go talk with Lexi." I said, pulling her up to go back to my room.

Lexi wasn't in much better shape, she was curled in a ball at the foot of my bed. He tired eyes belied her exhaustion, and tears lined the brim of her eyes. She sat up as I approached the bed, and I sat down next to her, and Kelly beside me. Lexi leaned into me, enjoying a comforting hug.

"Girls," I started, "I think we need to have a talk."

They nodded, understanding without words that something was wrong. Their silence allowed me to show them I cared by kissing the top of each of their heads. They tasted of sweat and cum, with an undertaste of chemicals from the lube. I laughed lightly.

"First, you too need to take a shower," I said, "Separately!"

They looked at me and smiled. Then they looked at each other, and got up and went to the bathroom, and I listened. I only relaxed when I heard two showers start spraying.

"Ay caramba!" I thought to myself.

I turned on my computer and drafted an email to Jeremiah.

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From: Carmen

To: Jeremiah

Subject: HELP

Jeremiah, I can't do this much longer. I need you to fix them, or fix me. I can't help myself. I try to be strong, but I end up just facilitating their sexual desires. They have barely eaten. They haven't gone to any of their classes. They almost killed another poor girl while I left them for class. She's alright, but I can't leave them alone anymore.

What can we do?!

Carmen.

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------------ Jeremiah ----------

Alyssa was resting, her head on my chest as I leaned back against the headboard. She was running her fingers through my chest hair, her touch relaxing, mesmerizing me. I was lost in thought, I'd just had amazing sex with my lesbian best friend. I loved her even more, I knew in my core. I was also feeling a bit of shame that I had to mess with her moral profile, even if she consented, I felt like I had crossed a line.

"Hey," she asked, looking up at me, "What are you thinking."

"I'm thinking I should change you back, and see how you feel." I answered honestly.

"No," she started, "Not yet, let me evaluate what I feel now."

She looked up at me with a content smile. I brushed her hair back, so I could gaze into her beautiful blue eyes, getting lost in them. I returned her smile, unable to hide my glee of being so intimate with her. She blushed and looked back at her fingers tracing through my maze of hair.

"I..." she started, then looked back up at me, "I loved it, Jeremiah. Honestly, I loved every second of it."

"I love you," I admitted bluntly, "I know we're friends, but I love everything about you."

She looked up at me and bit her bottom lip, eyes bright, "I love you too, Jeremiah."

We fell silent, both processing the feelings rushing through us. I hugged her close, and kissed the top of her head. Of all the sex I'd had with four different women in the last four days, this encounter was the least expected. It was also the most satisfying; physically and emotionally. I feared that would change when I shifted Alyssa back to her normal settings.

"I don't think you have to fix me," Alyssa offered, sensing my reluctance, "I'm not unhappy."

I lifted her chin aligning my irises with hers, "I don't want you to just be, 'not unhappy,' I want you to feel joy, with no remorse, or guilt."

"That's just it, I don't feel guilty at all," she admitted, "Remember when I ate the bacon?"

"Yeah," I blushed, "I'm still kicking myself for doing that."

"Well stop, because I remember the same sense as I savored, and I do mean savored," she repeated, "that one small bite of pig flesh. Then I remember the remorse I felt when you fixed me. Jeremiah, I don't want to feel any remorse over this."

She was serious.

I was concerned.

"But you wouldn't have even given this a second thought had I not fiddled with you," I began.

"Does that even matter?" she asked, "On this side, it's already been done, and I feel wonderful, I'm in love with my best friend, I just had great sex. I don't think it's fair to feel remorse over those feelings. Maybe your adjustment just sped up what would have eventually happened naturally."

"By that argument," I mused running my hand down her arm lightly, "You're saying that Kelly and Alexis were meant to be sluts, I'm not sure that would've happened."

"Not a true comparison," she parried, rising up and straddling my hips, "You affected their entire moral structure, that's not the same."

She looked at me biting her lip as she rubbed her still dewey mound over my tumescent phallus. I reached around her hips and held her bottom holding her down. I flexed my inner muscles sending a bolt of blood through my shaft, engorging the head of my dick, and pressing it between her swollen lips.

"I suppose that's true," I allowed, "But, I'm curious why you think we'd happen naturally."

"Your such a typical male," Alyssa laughed boldly rubbing her sex against my manhood, "I've loved you for years, I thought platonically, of course. But this, this feels so right, and natural. I have a hard time thinking that we wouldn't fall in love."

I rose up, drawing my arms up across her back, pulling her to me, and kissing her deeply. It did feel so right and natural, kissing Alyssa. Her naked body felt light against me, her sex burning against my recharged erection. It felt totally natural kissing her lips, feeling her tongue slide between my lips to explore my mouth. I loved the feeling of her puffy nipples pressing into my chest. It was almost too good to be true. The dark part of my brain assured me that if it was too good to be true, it probably was. I told the dark side of my brain to shut the fuck up.

I twisted, slowly lifting Alyssa as I rotated. I knelt on one knee as I turned, still kissing her as she wrapped her arms around my neck, sliding her ankle around my thigh to support her weight on my frame. I lowered her to the bed, and kissed her lips, then her nose, then her chin. I kept kissing downwards, losing myself in breast worship as she combed her fingers through my short cropped hair.

Our conversation stilled as we used our bodies to communicate our love. Words became soft moans, coaxing and encouraging exploration. My mouth enjoyed tasting her nipples, breasts, abdomen, and belly button. I worked my way down to kiss her short cropped pubic hair, before sliding my tongue along her ready lips. She arched her back into the mattress, lifting with her hips, pressing her core into my hungry mouth. Tasting our mixed cocktail inflamed my desire as I lapped hungrily at her sex.

I growled lowly as I rose, crawling on my knees. She spread her legs and lifted her knees, allowing me to slide closer. I used my hips to slide my cockhead against her sex, watching her eyes as I maneuvered to find purchase inside her slippery folds. Feeling the turgid head part her engorged lips I pressed forward, as she breathed in sharply. We exhaled together as I buried my shaft into her snatch. We moved together, our hips moving in concert perfectly.

I didn't let doubt creep into my mind again.