In the world of fiction, everything can be warm and happy. But in the real world, semen cools, and becomes sticky. Hair is hot and sweat itches as it ...ries. Weight on top of one’s body that at one time was welcome, becomes oppressive. These little discomforts can rob a tryst of its glamour if allowed to. But the glass was half full for these two, and rather than be unhappy that they were uncomfortable, they simply got up, cleaned up, dried off, and then went back to bed, where the feel of each. ”She furrowed her eyebrows and scrutinized my appearance. Though no longer slumped so haphazardly in my chair, I still did not sit fully upright nor meet her gaze. Sighing, June canted her head to the side. “She said you were spreading yourself too thin.”I blinked twice. “Who said?”“Kim.”“When?”June shrugged. “Saturday.”I frowned. “Care to elaborate?”Shaking her head, June replied, “Not here. Doesn’t matter anyway. We’ve got work to do.” She turned and started butt-walking her desk chair back. I keep to myself that way. And it’s not like I’m a horrible looking guy. I’m 6 foot tall, 200 pounds. I used to play basketball and football in middle school and freshman year. But eventually I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to get any kind of scholarships in them and needed to focus on my grades. Sports didn’t respect the time needed for homework, projects, and studying for students like my taking advanced courses. I was taking 5 AP classes. I’ve applied to some great schools that. Phoenix planted me on her side by saying something about the two women being my slave girls from Friday night to Monday morning. Devon's head turned when Phoenix negotiated to blow-jobs being acceptable and going on a shopping trip with Devon for slave girl paraphernalia.The Slave Girl Weekend was a thank you for helping Devon, which had been mostly Phoenix's idea but I did not plan to say shit. Phoenix's participation had to do with the very honest dialogue I inspired her husband to start.