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Progenitor 3
(Ken Haramiru)

I felt like I'd just dozed off when a soft hand gently shook me awake. "Brad - this is our stop."

I just barely remembered that's the name I had given to the two gorgeous girls I'd boarded the bus with. We'd gotten on, one thing had led to the next, and they'd ultimately asked me to "chill" with them at their sorority house. It didn't take a slang lexicon to figure out what they meant, and their sorority house sounded like a good place to wait in case my antics at the mall had resulted in a police manhunt.

Erica, the taller of the two, "accidentally" ground her ass against me when she bent over to pick up her shopping bags. She'd just spent the past half hour inhaling my pheromones, and by now she was probably desperate enough to fuck me in my bus seat if I suggested it. Amita, her roommate, hip-bumped her off of me and said, "Save it for the dance tonight."

While Erica was a slender white brunette with mischievous green eyes, Amita was a dark-skinned East Indian girl with a dancer's toned body. Erica wore a transparent blouse over a yellow cross-hatched string bikini and a pair of cut-off denim shorts which showed off her ass. She looked fresh off of the beach, contrasting sharply with Amita's loose-fitting electric blue running shorts and sports bra. Both women were drop-dead sexy, but Amita's look was straight out of a gym's "reasons to join us" poster. Her top was just tight enough to keep her cocoa-brown cleavage in view, and just thin enough to leave no doubt where her nipples were.

Their sorority house was a mile or so down fraternity row, which in this town consisted of an entire neighborhood of large multi-story houses with Greek letters. In deference to my 1940s sensibilities, I carried both girls' shopping bags - and my position in the rear gave me a spectacular view of both girls' well-formed asses strutting in front of me with a practiced oscillation.

They led me to their house, which was actually their sorority's second house on this campus. The front door was unlocked, and Erica swung it open and waved me in. "Entres vous," she said in a mock French accent. The scent of potpourri candles attacked me as I stepped inside, and to the right of the entryway was a cozy assembly area lined with couches. The floor was faux wood paneling, accented by a few small rugs.

"House rules say visitors have to leave by 8 - but if no one knows you're here, it won't matter." She winked and added, "Besides, you're my date to the rave tonight as far as I'm concerned."

I raised an eyebrow. "The what?"

She grinned. "Costume rave. Each Greek organization at our college is wearing a themed costume, and ours is going as faeries - think 'slutty Tinker Bell'. That means we wear fake wings, body glitter, and see-thru clothes. Each of us is allowed to bring one non-Greek along, so you can come with us if you want."

I grinned and said, "Sounds fun! What're we doing until then?"

Amita nudged me on the shoulder and said quietly, "Let's go figure that out. C'mon, before house mom sees us and makes you sign in." She turned and walked up the stairs in front of me, and Erica and I followed. Amita's shorts were a work of art, revealing every curve of her early-20s ass. It was impossible not to enjoy the view, and my dick hardened a little despite my desire to postpone the inevitable orgy.

In my position, a normal college guy would nervously micro-analyze his every move in a desperate, often counter-productive effort not to mess up his chances of getting laid. But my pheromones made sex a foregone conclusion at this point. So, much more than I wanted sex, I wanted to sneak a nap before Amita and Erica inevitably took things to the next level.

Erica shouldered open their bedroom door and sat down at a desk across the room, then I selected a beanbag chair near the closest bed. The door clicked shut behind us.

Amita slipped on a plain white t-shirt, then fumbled around underneath it for a few seconds before pulling her bra out from underneath in an impressive feat of agility. I'm sure she intended for me to notice her dark nipples showing faintly through the shirt, but I didn't comment. I still had hopes of taking a nap before the orgy.

Erica's arms were up, her hands resting on the back of her neck as her expression begged for my attention. As soon as I made eye contact she asked, "You're not a prude, are you?"

I shook my head, and Erica grinned widely. "Good," she said - and pulled the string on her bikini top. She smirked saucily as she stretched and arched her back, letting the bikini fall out from under her see-thru shirt and leaving her effectively topless.

"Erica!" Amita gasped out as her friend's bikini top hit the floor. 

"Oh Amita, lighten up. You took yours off too," she pointed out.

I smirked, leaned further back into the beanbag chair, and folded my hands behind my head. "Not like I mind," I contributed.

That was an understatement on my part. Despite myself, my hard-on had tented my pants like a flagpole, and Erica definitely noticed it.

"I bet you don't mind," emphasized Amita. She arched her back a little, her nipples straining at her shirt as it rode up and exposed a few inches of firm, flat midriff.

Erica sauntered over to the beanbag chair, deliberately ensuring that I noticed her boobs swaying through her see-thru top. She aimed herself at my side and flopped down next to me, purring out, "You don't mind sharing, do you? You took my favorite spot."

The warmth of her skin seeped into my side and I was acutely aware that her breast was pressed gently up against me. I slipped my arm around her back and turned my face towards hers, surrendering to the inevitable as our lips drew closer. Inwardly I sighed, realizing that the nap just wasn't going to happen. After all, once the yelling and the screaming started, who knows how many more girls would come to investigate and stay for the orgy?

"You're hoarding him," Amita pouted.

Erica giggled. "Were you planning to join us?" she asked.

Amita's cheeks flushed so red that I could see it through her cocoa-brown skin. She stammered out, "Well... yes, I'd like to."

The beanbag chair was too small for both girls, and I looked up at Amita. The bed she sat on was a typical girl-nest of pillows, and she almost looked small when framed by them all. But I didn't want the girls to start fighting over me, so I interjected, "How about we move it to the bed, ladies?"

Erica cracked a half-smile and playfully punched me in the side. "Think you're getting lucky or something?" she asked.

I wistfully replied, "I know I'm getting lucky. I just wish I could a nap first."

"Excuse you?" Erica yelped.

I stood up, stretched, and jumped lengthwise onto Amita's bed with a satisfying bounce, narrowly missing her as I did so. This left Erica alone in the beanbag chair watching in disbelief as I rolled up against Amita. I looked back at her and retorted, "I'm taking a nap starting now - unless you stop me."

Erica shook her head in disbelief, half-grinning as she muttered "If you weren't so damn hot" under her breath. Her bare breasts swayed seductively as she shrugged off her see-through top, getting truly topless before climbing into the bed with catlike grace.

Amita giggled nervously as her topless roommate snuggled up to my backside, possessively laying her arm over my torso. I was suddenly grateful that both girls were petite; the full-size bed would've been a tight fit otherwise.

I was the center of a girl sandwich as two sets of fingers explored my chest, Amita picking at my buttons and Erica groping my chest through my shirt. Amita bit her lower lip and took the plunge, attacking the buttons one at a time to open my shirt, revealing the chiseled physique I'd never dieted or exercised for.

I scooted off the bed once she got the last button, leaving both girls behind. "Hey!" Erica exclaimed - just before I shrugged out of my shirt and threw it at her. Amita catcalled, then picked her cell phone off her headboard and started playing some kind of pop music from a speaker in the corner.

"Just in case it gets loud," she grinned.