I could barely see the outline of her figure as she moved toward the bed to stand in front of me. With her hand on the bottom she pulled her shirt ove... her head. I did the same and before I could get that done she was sliding her shorts down her legs.With my eyes getting used to the dark I could see her standing in front of me with her bra and panties on.I unzipped my shorts and let them fall then I step out of them moving to her and with my arms around her waist I brought her to me. We kissed. "Drop your hands, please." She did. I took in the sight of her pubic hair: bright blonde, fluffy, and untrimmed. I fought the urge to run my fingers through it. Below her cornsilk tufts, I could just make out her mound, and my mouth watered."Looks like you don't exactly groom down there, Megan. Quite the contrast -- the carpet doesn't quite match the drapes, huh?" She self-consciously ran her fingers through her dyed, medium-brown hair.I made a show once more of looking Megan up and down before. My clothes were folded on the floor on the far side of Mrs MacMillan’s chair.This was crazy. With hardly three words, I had Glory, an out of my league beautiful senior girl, and Holly, a cute as hell sophomore tomboy, squatting down before my dick and tying my shoelaces. Lisa was laughing. I touched her fingers on the desk, my left hand and her right, both decorated with our green ribbons. That’s where our power came from, bestowed on high from the elusive cheerleader Mandy Matheson. That. Is it okay if I come over to your house a little early so I can leave my car there while we're on our trip?" I told her that would be fine, and she got up and left. I went back to my trading.I had scheduled a working lunch with Gene, Phil, and Larry later in the day. I was getting into the habit of going out regularly with my department heads, whenever I was at the plant, and having these working lunches. All of us seemed able to speak less guardedly when we were outside the office.I had to eat.