Maggie had another orgasm, again announcing it to the world in a much more violent manner than Cindy with screams of profanity and claws to my back. Figuring it was now safe to come again I began driving forward towards this goal. Cindy, still stroking herself, saw what I was doing and lodged a protest.
"No!" She yelled at Maggie. "You got to take the first load. I get the second one." She dropped down to the floor next to us, presenting herself in the doggy-style position. "Switch!"
Maggie, dripping with perspiration, panting, looked at me and said, "Fair is fair."
I shrugged, not really caring whose body I came into. I pulled myself out of her with a wet squish and raised up to my knees. I eased over behind Cindy and lined up. When my cock was in the right place I drove forward into her, immediately re-establishing the frantic rhythm I'd been using with Maggie.
As I fucked in and out of Cindy, using her hips for leverage, Maggie raised up to her knees and turned towards me. She leaned over and began kissing and licking the back of my neck and near my ears.
"Come in her." She whispered over and over again. "Come in her."
It didn't take long. With a cry of satisfaction I blasted my load into Cindy's hungry pussy, triggering an orgasm from her at the same time.
Satiated, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and let myself fall backward to the floor. Maggie curled up on my left side while Cindy flipped over and curled up on my right side. I put my arms around the two girls, feeling their wet, sticky skin.
"That was fun." Cindy commented, giving me a peck on the cheek. "We double-teamed you."
"I guess you did." I nodded, basking in the afterglow.
"But you got to come three times." Maggie protested lightly, aiming her comment at Cindy. "I only got to come twice."
"Not my fault." Cindy told her new roomate.
"Maybe," I suggested. "Cindy owes you an orgasm. What do you think Cindy, want to pay up?"
They both looked at me for a moment and then shook their heads.
"Don't be a pervert Bill." Maggie said. "You've been reading too many porno mags."
I shrugged. "Can't blame a guy for trying, can you?"
When I returned home that day I was sore and free of excessive testosterone but surprisingly and pleasantly guilt-free about my encounter with the two girls. Conversation with them afterword had assured me that neither one of them were following the path of Julie or Anita. Though I didn't know what path either of them had taken in my previous life since I'd lost track of Cindy and hadn't known Maggie at all, I received no ominous instinct that would lead me to believe I was pulling them away from their destinies. Chances are that Cindy had had an affair with her college professor before and that Maggie had moved in with her and had followed whatever path she was currently embarked upon. I was changing nothing with these two except for the occasional merger of my path with theirs.
And though I knew that Nina probably would not approve of what I'd done, would probably see it as further evidence of my assholery if she knew about it, I could not bring myself to feel guilt about this either. I wasn't supposed to be a freaking monk was I? Nina and I had no relationship at the moment to endanger. If I ever did manage to bring her around I hoped to have a more intimate relationship with her and of course I would have to refrain from having threesomes with attractive college students, but until then there was no harm being done as far as I could see.
I took a quick shower and then went to work. I sang happily along with the radio in my new car as I drove there.
I was awakened at 7:30 the next morning by Dad's pounding on my bedroom door.
"Bill?" He asked, opening the door and pushing his head through just as I was coming fully awake.
"Yeah Dad," I said blearily. "What is it?"
"There's a girl on the phone for you." He told me, "She says she needs to talk to you right now, in private, and that it's an emergency."
That was strange enough to bring me fully awake in an instant. I had a sudden bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I looked up at Dad and saw that he was worried about this also. He was probably figuring that some girl was calling to tell me that I'd knocked her up.
"Who's the girl?" I asked Dad.
"She didn't give her name." He said. "And I've never heard her voice before."
"All right." I answered, pulling myself out of bed. I threw on a pair of sweat pants and followed Dad downstairs. "Do you mind if I use your den phone?" I asked him.
"Sure." He nodded, waving me towards the room.
I went in and picked up the phone. "I got it!" I yelled through the closed door. A second later I heard the click of the other extension being placed back in its cradle.
I took a deep breath and said into the mouthpiece, "This is Bill."
"Hi Bill." A completely unfamiliar voice said to me. "My name is Linda. Your sister wants to talk to you."
"Tracy?" I said, confused. "What…"
"Hang on a sec." Linda said. A second later I heard her voice say faintly, "It's him."
"Thanks." My sister's faint voice replied.
There was a long pause and I heard the sound of a door shutting somewhere in the room where Tracy was. I figured that was Linda leaving the room to give Tracy some privacy.
At last Tracy's loud voice said, "Bill?" Her voice sounded haunted, scared.
What had happened?
"Yeah." I answered. "What's going on Trace?"
"I had Linda call for me so that Mom or Dad wouldn't know it was me." She explained.
"That's fine." I replied quickly. "What's wrong Trace? Are you all right?"
"How did you know Bill?" She asked, demanded. "How do you know the things you know?"
"What happened Tracy?" I asked. "Tell me why you called."
"Last night." She said, "I went to a party with Darren in the city. A frat party. There was a keg of beer there and everyone, me included, got pretty drunk."
My mouth suddenly dried up as I heard this. "Go on." I said numbly.
"When it came time to leave Darren insisted he was okay to drive. He told me he wasn't really drunk and that he was okay. My judgement was pretty screwed up by the alcohol I guess and I believed him. I believed him! We walked out to the car and I had every intention of getting into it with him.
I mean he seemed fine! He was walking okay, talking okay, everything!"
"Tracy, what happened?" I asked.
"When he went to unlock the car he had trouble getting the key into the lock. Just a little bit of trouble but he couldn't quite get it to fit in there." Her voice started to break a little. "Part of me tried to ignore this. I tried to tell myself that it didn't mean anything. But I remembered what you had said to me, how you'd warned me, and at the last second I told Darren that I didn't think he should be driving."
"And then what happened?"
"We had a fight. We yelled at each other out in the parking lot and he sounded so damn reasonable that I almost got in again. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just couldn't! So anyway he eventually got totally pissed off and drove off without me. I caught a cab home, bitching the whole time about you and your stupid warnings, about how I was going to have to pay twenty bucks to get home when a perfectly good ride had driven off without me, shit like that."
"And?" I asked, knowing there was more or she wouldn't have called.
"I got back to the dorm safely and passed out in my bed. When I woke up this morning I was told that Darren drove his car into San Francisco Bay on his way home last night."