Power Chapter 32: Sylvia, Chernobyl and the Cottage

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About two weeks after the auction I was getting a beer with Janice and Nate in one of the lounges; Mike was reading an Alumni newsletter. I asked him about it since he had not yet graduated. “Anthony hasn’t been around for very long,” Mike explained. “They have a fairly small alumni association and give seniors the newsletter to try and get us to join early.” Mike tossed the newsletter over to me and left. The cover story was about the Alumni Cottages. The headline read “Only 18 more months to the Fourth Cottage!” We knew about the cottages. There were three of them on campus, small two-bedroom places where alumni could stay when visiting the campus. They were rarely used. The Alumni Association needed another $18,000 to fully fund the next cottage. Ho-hum, y’all. Janice had asked me to recommend someone who knew camera work to improve the indexers’ understanding of the story the camera was telling. I introduced her to Nate, and Janice paid him out of her own budget. Pete had called the following week to tell me the latest indexes were the highest quality he had seen. Worth the money, evidently. Nate began advising on every index. It raised our costs, but not as much as it raised the number of views hence the amount of revenue hence our profits. We switched to paying Nate out of the gross revenue. Which led to a quick phone call to Marcy. We now had an accountant. And our finances finally started to make sense. Over the rest of the semester Nate updated the indexes on the rest of the recordings. Pete’s revenue took a 28% bump, and so did ours. This guy was pure gold. Well, brownish gold anyway. Both Janice and Nate had long-distance relationships with which to contend. They got along well, and quickly became friends. Even quicker they became friends with benefits. There was no pretense of love, it was just recreational sex with a friend. Nate had introduced Marcy to Janice on Skype. “Be careful with his prick and don’t break it,” Marcy said. Janice had laughed. “So, Marcy, do you want to watch for yourself how careful we are with his prick?” Janice was always playful, of course. “We?” asked Marcy. “Sure, we. I make sure his prick gets a good workout most days. Charlene, Sylvia and Valerie pitch in, too.” Janice was always quite direct. “And Seth,” said Marcy. “Nate and Seth called me about them showing each other how special Escort izmir they are. I think it’s sweet.” “Only at Anthony could someone say it was sweet when her boyfriend gave his roommate a blow job.” Nobody laughed because Janice had spoken the truth. “So, are you ready to watch?” Janice sometimes had a one-track mind. Usually I liked the track, but her persistence in pursuit of an immediate goal had caused us to break up. And that wasn’t all bad – Sylvia was far more than a consolation prize. “Sure,” said Marcy. Janice took charge. Jay held Janice’s laptop to maneuver the camera. The girls and Seth gathered near Nate. I supervised, which is to say sat on my ass and just watched. Sylvia took off Nate’s briefs. He had just taken a shower and his poor shriveled man meat looked like a Vienna sausage. A bit of manipulation by Sylvia and Valerie fixed that. Charlene kissed Nate and cupped his balls in her hand. Janice knelt in front of him and led his dick to her mouth, which slowly descended down his shaft. At last, something I could do! I went over and finished stripping Janice of her lingerie. Janice worked on Nate’s rod for about two minutes, and then passed it to Charlene. It went from Charlene to Sylvia to Valerie to Seth. Seth didn’t want to share, so Janice squeezed him by the balls until he let go. Jay was having trouble keeping the action in the camera frame. Not my problem. Janice took Nate’s cock in her mouth once more and settled down for a nice little suck. Sylvia and Valerie were licking his nipples, Charlene was fingering his asshole trying to reach his prostate, and Seth settled for sucking on his balls. Strange as it may seem, I did not find the scene at all erotic. This was nothing more than good friends enjoying one another’s bodies and giving another friend – Marcy – a chance to participate remotely. “Marcy, what do you want them to do?” Jay asked. As long as the group was on camera, Marcy may as well get whatever she wanted. “I want everybody in the room to take turns making out with Nate,” she said. No problem. I took over the camera when it was Jay’s turn, and he resumed recording so I could move in and kiss Nate. Nate wasn’t that great a kisser, but then again neither were the Twins or Charlene. “Now I want everybody in the room to take turns giving Nate oral sex.” izmir escort Marcy evidently had a fantasy in mind. Again, no problem. Neither Jay nor I had ever had oral sex with Nate, but that was hardly a barrier to entry into new experiences. Janice, of course, went first. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock until he tensed. “Whoa, there,” said Seth. “I know what that means. Ejaculation approaching.” Janice backed off and Valerie took her place. There is no form of consensual sex with a human that Valerie has not tried at least a thousand times; she was an expert at everything. She slowly edged Nate, careful not to let him get too close to cumming. Next was Sylvia’s turn. She motioned me forward, and we shared Nate’s dick. Sylvia licked and sucked on his shaft while I licked and sucked on his balls. We then switched places. I’d never sucked a black cock before; it was no different from a white one. Jay went in for a solo, Valerie already having had her turn. He treated Nate the way he treated me, gently but with gusto. Jay became animated and had to back off when Seth smacked him on the head. Charlene and Seth went last. Evidently, they had had quite a bit of practice. Seth rimmed Nate’s asshole while Charlene licked his balls. Then Seth licked Nate’s shaft while Charlene gave him an overall tongue bath. Finally, Charlene and Seth set to work on his dick at the same time. They were awarded the grand prize, a gusher of an orgasm. “OK, gang, I’m satisfied,” said Marcy somewhat breathlessly. Her hands had not been visible on camera, and I was pretty sure I knew what she had been doing. We were basking in afterglow when Sylvia’s phone rang. It was Dr. Wagoner; Sylvia had asked for an appointment. I threw the newsletter in the trash when Sylvia left with Valerie. They were gone almost two hours. Which we used for some more play time. Nate took advantage of the lull to show me and Jay how special we were to him. I loved the blow job because it was affection from someone special to me. Also, frankly, it was a blow job. I’ve never had one I didn’t enjoy. Sylvia and Valerie returned. Sylvia told Janice that Dr. Wagoner needed to see her as soon as possible. Janice looked worried, and Nate offered to go with her. Sylvia said, “Nate, let Janice do this alone. She’s not in trouble, and Dr. izmir escort bayan Wagoner has some good news for her.” Nate seemed at least partially mollified. He gave Janice a quick kiss, helped her into her clothes, and she left the room. I asked Sylvia what the good news was. “None of your business,” Sylvia said. The tone said even more, so I dropped the subject. Valerie volunteered that she had waited outside the office while Sylvia talked with Dr. Wagoner. Sylvia had told Valerie not to ask any questions, so no questions were asked. The girls grabbed beers. We talked about our classes for about half an hour before Janice rushed in. She ran straight to Sylvia, kissed her on the cheek, and then collapsed in tears on the floor. What the fuck? First my summer roommate goes nuts and now his girlfriend is having a nervous breakdown in front of me. I jumped up and banged hard on the blue emergency button. The college had installed them in all of the lounges after Surya’s comment about “What could possibly go wrong?” Sylvia tried to stop me but was too slow. An alarm went off. The lights in the room started flashing. Mike ran in trailed by a panting naked Regina wanting to know what the emergency was. He was followed almost immediately by a campus security officer in his sixties who, seeing no dead bodies, shouted “Who pushed the alarm?” Jay pointed at me (thanks, buddy), and the officer pushed me down on the sofa. His face was red. “Lucy, you gotta lotta ‘splainin’ to do here!” I tried to get my breath (and figure out why the old geezer thought my name was Lucy) when I heard Sylvia speak. “Officer, Miss Longley just got some of the best news of her life, was overcome with emotion, and started crying hysterically. Mark thought she was having a nervous breakdown and pushed the panic button. Dr. Wagoner can explain if necessary.” The officer said “Necessary!” He then grabbed me by the arm and said, “Lucy, you’re coming with me.” Mike followed. I missed the story and had to be brought up to speed later. Dr. Wagoner confirmed that she had shared highly emotional good news with Janice, who had run from the room screaming. The officer probably knew the rest. If the officer wanted details he needed a court order because it involved another patient’s confidentiality. She then smiled sweetly, looked at me and said, “Tighty whiteys in this day and age?” She looked at Mike and said, “Aren’t you cold? Most students don’t walk around with their balls hanging out this late in the year, you know.” The officer chewed me out for panicking and told me in no uncertain terms never to fly off the handle that way again.

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