She's frozen, laying on top of her bed on her back. Her eyes are open but she doesn't move when you yell at her. Standing up, you move across the room... gripping her shoulder and trying to shake her. You can feel her body move but she doesn't reach, just lays there staring up at the ceiling. "What the hell?" You mutter, panic beginning to set in. "I've got... got to get out of here," you say, turning and trying to run from your room but you find you can't move. You feel yourself being lifted. The phone was ringing when I unlocked the door. I quickly walked to my office and answered it.“Want some Candy, little boy?” a very sexy voice said.I chuckled, “Hi Candace. I literally just walked in the door. And what’s this ‘little boy’ stuff?”“How old are you?”“Twenty,” I said.“And how old do you think I am?” she asked.“I have no idea. I figured you were a college student so about my age.”“I’m twenty-five, almost twenty-six. I took a few years off to backpack all over Europe before I started. “You’re so stout,” she muttered, making no attempt to conceal how much she was enjoying exploring him. “You’ve lived a life of violence, a life where brute strength has kept you in one piece, every bout leaving its mark on your skin.”She leaned a little closer, planting a kiss on his chest, letting her soft lips linger.“As hard as stone, what a specimen you make, Iden...”He flinched as he felt the warmth of her tongue, Isabelle seeming to sample his skin, one of her hands hooking around a bicep. "Lauren and I are really, really close here."That took a moment to sink in and I felt my mouth gape open in surprise, recovering to say, "You mean you and she are...lovers?" as my cock began to recover at the image of my former students locked in a Sapphic embrace.Breanna leaned in and kissed me, slowly sucking on my lower lip as she looked into my eyes before replying, "Oh yeah...I like girls too...always have. I never would have imagined when Lauren was screaming out all those stupid cheers.