Glory waited some extra long moments until she heard the sound of the shower running, and then tentatively raised her head up over the edge of the bed. She looked around, scarcely believing that Suzanne was really gone.
Alan was still nude, sweaty, and recovering on the bed. He looked over at her and acted surprised. "Glory?! My history teacher, of all people! What are YOU doing here?"
"Ha ha. Very funny, and keep your voice down," she hissed quietly. "You are an evil, evil bastard, did you know that?"
"That's what people tell me," he said playfully. "In fact, I kinda remember someone else calling me a bastard recently. Can't remember who."
She slapped his leg, since it was in easy reach. "I think that was the pale goddess you just fucked into oblivion. Grrr! The things you did! Making me jack you off while you played with her big tits with that damn feather, for one! Are you freaking out of your mind?!"
"You don't know the half of it," he replied. "I was gonna have YOU tickle her beautiful bod with that 'damn feather.' Too bad we ran out of time."
Glory suddenly blushed. Somehow, she knew that she would be having fantasies about using feathers on Suzanne for a long time to come, even though she was largely in denial about having fantasies about Suzanne at all. She kept trying to tell herself that it was just a passing phase.
She thought of Suzanne's glorious naked body in the shower. It's not fair! It's just not fair! How can I resist wanting her hot body? Her perfect body? Er, I mean, resist admiring her beauty, like a, er, an art lover.
As she fantasized the water running down Suzanne's pale skin, she found herself imagining Suzanne running her hands all over herself. Thanks to what had just happened in Suzanne's bedroom, she could picture that body in the buff now as clearly as if she was watching it on film. But as she kept dreaming, she found herself imagining that it was her hands soaping up Suzanne's big breasts. Her face grew redder and she suddenly remembered that she had to flee the room soon.
Glory's clothes were crumpled up against the bottom edge of the bed. She began picking them up and putting them back on. "This never happened, okay? I can't even believe a minute of it, so I'm going to pretend there's nothing to believe. I've never been so frightened, or so embarrassed, in my entire life! I should be soooo fuckin' mad at you. Fucking another woman, right before my eyes. You're so depraved!"
"Hey, what was I supposed to do? I had to distract her somehow. I mean, I'm in the middle of her room, naked and wearing a condom. Which reminds me... Where'd that thing go?" He started to look around.
Glory was rapidly making progress with putting her clothes on, but she hadn't gotten to her bra yet. She looked down to the floor where the condom rested in one of her bra cups. It had created a large wet spot. She picked up the condom and handed it to him. "You want it? It's all yours."
She laughed, quietly, because it was the first time in a long time she'd put something over him. Now he was left holding the soaked little bag, and uncertain where to put it (he tossed it in the trash a minute later).
As she held up her bra and ran a finger through the cummy wet spot, she shivered. "Okay, I'll admit you had to act lovey-dovey to a certain degree to get out of that jam, but did you have to fuck her like a demonically possessed jackhammer? And what was with that feather crap, and kissing me, AND making me jack you off? That was just downright..."
"Sexy?"
She laughed. "Maybe, just a bit," she said with obvious understatement. "But the whole thing freaked me out. I mean, I've never been so aroused in my life, but at the same time I feel practically traumatized."
"Really?" He stalled for time with that answer while he contemplated what she said. "Traumatized?" Man! I really blew it! "Bad Alan" has been in control pretty much since the meeting. This is definitely not good! "Sorry, Glory. I just got too horny and didn't think. We really shouldn't have done it here. Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?" Suddenly he was filled with worry and concern. He stepped forward and held her in his arms.
"I'm okay. I said 'practically traumatized,' not really traumatized, and even that feeling is rapidly fading. I guess everything's okay, since we didn't get caught. Before long, we'll probably look back on this and have a good laugh."
"Yeah," He said with great relief as he hugged her tightly. That's a relief, but still. I shouldn't have pushed her so hard. I was totally out of control with some kind of over aroused temporary insanity. It's true that Suzanne certainly schemed the whole thing with the eventual goal of bringing Glory into the harem; I can read her mind on this. And if that works out, that's great. But it was up to me to gauge Glory's feelings along the way and I forgot about that.
He said, "All's well that ends well, but still, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you so hard."
She picked up her bra, as it had fallen to the floor during their hug. "Yeah, well, I'll tell you what. I know how you can make it up to me. Before I go, I just have to know: what the hell is this 'special thing' that you did to her? I didn't see anything special at all."
"Hey. I don't kiss and tell. Seriously, I made a promise not to." He was in a jam - he would have liked to tell her as a way to make things up to her, but he couldn't since there was no "special thing." And there was no way he could confess that, either. If he just made something up, then she'd want him to do it with her too, and how could he?
"Yeah, right," she snorted. "You're a real boy scout."
"I am," he replied defensively. "Or at least I was. That was my last hike last week, due to the whole age thing."
"Nice try to change the subject, but I'll squeeze your special secret out of you one way or another. Please tell? I could make it very pleasurable for you if you do?" She dropped her bra again, smiled, and struck a sexy pose.
"Sorry. I'd really love to, but a promise is a promise."
She visibly deflated as her smile turned to a frown. "Oh hell. Who am I trying to kid? I've got no leverage over you. Not with the likes of Suzanne running around." She looked furtively towards the shower. "I'm kind of starting to understand how you, well... how you fell into the whole incest thing, when women of her caliber were throwing themselves at you. How could anyone resist? It's just not possible."
It didn't take a genius to realize that Glory was thinking about herself resisting Suzanne much more than Alan resisting Susan or Katherine, but he wisely pretended not to notice. Instead, he sought to reassure her. "Lover, she's beautiful, but you're just as beautiful to me. I mean that. I love you with all my heart. I really do."
The smile instantly returned to her face, and bigger than before. "Smooth talking bastard!" She threw her arms around him and kissed him fiercely on the lips.
Then, just as suddenly, she pulled away. "Damn you, stop turning me on. Don't let me get sucked back into the 'Alan vortex.' I've gotta get out of here, and fast. Can you run interference for me and see if Amy's around?"
"Very well. If you insist."
Glory broke the hug and picked up her bra again. She actually put it on this time (despite the wet spot in one of the cups). "By the way, I just want to make it absolutely clear to you that I am NOT a lesbian. Not in any way, shape, or form."
"You mean bisexual."
"Whatever. You know what I mean." She was dressing in a hurry now. "Yes, I was fascinated watching you and Suzanne have sex, but who wouldn't be? You two were so passionate and hot that I couldn't help but love it. Not that you should ever do that to me again, young man! Yes, she's an attractive and sultry bombshell, but I am NOT attracted to her! This issue is NOT open to debate. Do you understand me?"
Alan could easily tell otherwise, but he merely said, "Perfectly. You'd better go. She's not going to be lathering herself up in the shower forever, you know."
Glory shivered a little as she pictured Suzanne soaping up her hefty breasts, but she tried to shake it off. She was relieved that Alan didn't want to argue about the matter, but she also felt strangely sad to be leaving the room. She loved this room now.
She thought, I am most definitely NOT going to go home tonight and masturbate for hours and hours about Alan and Suzanne double-teaming me. Those kinds of fantasies are going to have to be completely prohibited until I can get my appreciation of Suzanne's fine form down to a reasonable level. A definite NON-LESBIAN level. Just appreciate her like fine art, that's all.
Finished with her hasty dressing, Glory turned to leave, but Alan stopped her, bringing her up short. "Hey, are you sure that you're going to be okay?"
She smiled at his concern. "Yeah. I feel better already." She realized that her beef wasn't with Alan for being so aggressive - she found that very sexy. She was upset with herself, both for not having more self-control and for being so powerfully affected by Suzanne.
She thought back to how considerate Alan had generally been and how long it had taken him to get aggressive enough to have intercourse with her for the first time. She thought, I love that he cares about my feelings, but on the other hand I don't want TOO much "Good Alan" in the bedroom.
An idea came to her. "To show you that there's no hard feelings, here. Take this." She reached under her blouse and somehow pulled out her cum-stained bra. "And this." She bunched up her dress, then reached underneath and pulled down her panties.
Getting into the spirit of things, he smiled and said, "You're a very naughty woman. What were you doing wearing those in the first place?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before lifting her panties to his nose to inhale the intoxicating scent of Glory's arousal. Even though she'd just put them on a couple of minutes before, she'd pulled them up over a very wet pussy so they'd gotten quite wet too.
She was all grins as she said, "I know. I'm bad. You're going to have to figure out just what to do to me as payback next time you see me."
He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I already have some ideas."
She finally left the room after a relatively brief goodbye kiss. They would have necked for a while, but they felt pressed for time since Alan was still naked and had to clean up the room before Suzanne finished her shower.
She didn't realize that Amy had been in the hallway the whole time, carefully listening through the door. Amy just managed to make it back to her own bedroom before Glory walked out into the hall.
Alan put on one of Suzanne's robes, dropped Glory's still warm underwear into a pocket in the robe, and helped Glory get out of the house undetected. Then he went back up to shower with Suzanne. (He was in no condition for serious hanky-panky, but figured that showering together is always more fun than showering alone.)
However, he was met at the top of the stairs by Amy, who was eager to find out what she'd missed. She was extremely frustrated that she'd been able to hear, but not see, what was happening.
Alan ended up showering with both Amy and Suzanne. Even though he stayed flaccid the whole time, he thought as he got out and dried himself off, Life is good. Very, very, VERY good!