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The Professor's Accidental Harem

By: fgmntfmgnshn



As always:

Thanks to "Boheminxen" for editing.

Thanks to "Doc" for story consulting.

Author's Note: This story takes longer to develop, and therefore the erotic features appear later. If looking for something quick, I do not recommend this. 

*

I barreled through the metal double doors into the Research and Development building and ran down the hall. I had my white lab coat draped over one arm with a couple file folders in that hand while I was desperately trying not to spill my coffee in the other as I plowed through the last door, the door to my laboratory.

"Shit." My head went down and I immediately threw away my coffee and then wiped the burning liquid from my hand on the convenient napkin known as my pants. "Sorry I'm late everyone." Being that I'm 45 minutes late for an 8:00 am start time, I now wonder why the snooze buttons exist on alarm clocks. I looked up and saw only 6 of my 25 volunteers still here and those were students of mine trying to either suck up, hope to increase their grades as I offered extra credit, or, as I believe is the case with senior Shelly Sheridan, to annoy the crap out of me for giving her a B+ on the last test, hurting her chances of receiving an A in my class and directly impacting her precious 4.0.

Shelly immediately started up. "Being a professor of psychology, you should have a better grasp of time. But I suppose that's why you're at a mid-level college rather than having your own practice somewhere." She just oozed an angered sarcasm.

"Thanks for the insight Shelly." I composed myself while I put on my lab coat, more to hide the coffee stain than anything else. "We might as well get started. I need each of you to fill out a waiver form while I explain why we are all here."

"Blah, blah, blah." Shelly mocked. "We're here because the university thinks you're some sort of whiz kid at 29 years old and you want us to be guinea pigs for some experimental memory drug. And because you couldn't get enough volunteers for your whack job experiment, you gave lower grades to students like me to ensure we'd come and get the grade we deserved in the first place. Is that about right?"

The other students were looking at me to see if this normally docile nerdy brunette with glasses was going to push me over the edge. "Shelly, you don't have to be here, but if you can hold your tongue, the pill I have for you is an all natural memory enhancer." I began to sound like an infomercial. "You take it, sleep for an hour to let the vitamins and herbs take effect and all you have to do is read something once, and you'll remember. If you had this a week ago, you would've deserved A on the last test." I held up the little green pills and with a smile, I glared at Shelly. She shut up. "All right, everyone sign the forms?" I grabbed a paper from each student. "Great, everything appears in order."

"Professor Carter?" Eve, a flighty red-haired senior, who I have no idea why she signed up for this as she has decent enough grades raised her hand in the air.

"You don't have to raise your hand Eve. Now what is it?"

"Sorry, um, this can't hurt us, can it?" Eve was biting her lower lip.

"No, as I said, this is all natural. Nothing even remotely harmful went into this."

"Professor?" I turned my head to the two sophomore boys here; John and Lucas, twins who have long black hair and are pretty much stoners.

"Yes, boys?" I really didn't care what Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum had to say. How did these two pass their first year? I wonder if their parents have incriminating photos of the Dean. 

"Now with this extra credit, we're going to pass your class, right?" Lucas spoke, but both of their mouths hung open in anticipation.

"Yes, gentlemen." I use that term very loosely. "With the extra credit you receive today, you will pass. Barely, but it's still passing."

John and Lucas high fived each other. "All right!"

"Ethan, sir?" Kennedy another one of my seniors who has auburn hair and my resident klutz - really she trips and knocks over everything - called out. I'm amazed she has the coordination to play softball.

"Professor Carter please, and what would you like to know Kennedy?" I have to remind her to not call me by my first name every day. I've never gave her a reason to, but she does anyway.

"Okay, um, how long will this last?" She began twirling a pen in her hair.

"Well, once you take the pill, it should knock you out quickly. Once I notice all of you are sleeping, I'll set the alarm for an hour. Afterward, I will have a document for you to read followed by quick round of answering of questions about what you read. The whole process should take about two and a half hours, depending on how fast you read." I put the waivers in an envelope and glanced over at the students one final time. I noticed everyone had a question but a shy freshman girl named Lydia, a platinum blonde who really kept to herself. "Any other questions?"

Everyone replied with some sort of "no", with Lydia just shaking her head slightly. "Okay, let us begin. The chairs you're in lean back like a recliner, so get comfy and take your pill. If you need water, there is one located on the right side of your seat in the cup holder. I'll wake you up in an hour. Sweet dreams everyone."

Each person took a pill, laid back in their chairs, and rapidly dozed off. I set the alarm clock for an hour and passed out a boring dissertation paper a former student of mine wrote. I had pulled one randomly and had copied it. I opened another file folder and started to grade papers I had my freshman class do on Sigmund Freud. As I read a few, I became grateful that none of these students were English majors. I started to succumb to slumber.

Four Hours Later...

"Professor? Professor Carter? We gotta get going dude."

"What time is it?" I groggily raised my head and stretched out my left arm, which was uncomfortably laying on something, and I wiped away some drool I accumulated with the other.

"About 1 o'clock man," John informed me.

"C'mon John, we better hurry if we're going to make our appointment with our dealer, I mean, um, tutor," Lucas added.

I looked at the clock and noticed my arm had been lying on that damn snooze button. "Wait boys, did you read the packet I put on your tables?"

"Yeah, we did," John started.

"That was some boring shit," Lucas continued.

"What can you tell me about it?" I pressed.

"Wait, did you want us to read all of it? Because we only got through about a half a page," John said and Lucas nodded in agreement.

"That's fine. Can you tell me what you remember about it?" I was on the edge of my seat, eager with anticipation. I don't know what the paper was about and I didn't want to know. I didn't want to influence the student's answers with leading questions. If my calculations were correct, they should be able to quote verbatim what they read.

"Uh, something about love and seeing, I think," Lucas responded.

"No, it was about having a love of construction sites," John interrupted. "We didn't think we were going to be tested on it. Can we look at it again, like an open book test?"

I failed. "No, that's alright. You two can go now and you still get your extra credit," I sighed. "See you in class Monday."

"What? We still have to go?" Lucas looked more disappointed than I am.

"Yes boys, the semester isn't over for another week. You still have to attend class." I began to rub my temples, wishing for nothing more than peace and quiet.

"Aw man," The two said in unison as they left.

I took a deep breath. Best get the girls up. I can't wait to hear Shelly go off about my time management again. "Ladies," I said in a loud voice. "Time to wake up. Rise and Shine."

The four of them began to stir and stretch and then finally focus on me. I gave them a beaming smile and tried to be as upbeat and chipper as possible as I delivered the bad news. "Things ran long today, so I am sorry to inform you that it's a little after one in the afternoon. If any of you need to leave, you're free to go and thank you for participating. But if you have the time to read the pages in front of you, I would appreciate it," I asked with hope, assuming none would stay.

The four all seemed to look around, smile at me, and started reading. "Of course, being so late, you don't have to read all of it." All four of their heads jerked forward, eyes on me. "Just read the first two pages and we'll go from there." Their heads went back down to complete the task assigned.

It didn't matter. I already knew the outcome. The formula was designed so anyone could recall information. I was actually counting on my two stoners to be the ideal candidates. They would've been perfect. I could parade them up to the board of trustees and say "Look what I can do with this." I would point at the boys and they would start rattling off Stephen Hawking's 'A Brief history of Time'.. "Ta-da!" The board would clap, give me handshakes, and most importantly, give me more grant money to continue my research. Life would've been good. Oh well, back to the drawing board.

As I watched them, they all seem to be periodically looking up at me, smiling. I would make eye contact and reciprocate the act. I know it's kind of warm in here, but I thought the girls would blush at this and smile wider before their heads went back down. Even Shelly did this, which I suppose is better than listening to her incessant bitching. Suddenly, all four girls were staring at me. It was eerie. All at once their heads lifted and they gazed intently at me, smiling. I swear I could hear the twilight zone theme off in the distance.

"All done reading?"

In unison, they all responded, "Yes."

I gave a chuckle and all their smiles got bigger. "Then flip your papers over." I then pointed. "All right Shelly, let's start with you. What did you read?" I wanted to get her done and out of here before she went bat shit crazy. Again. Shelly seemed excited she was selected, while the other three appeared almost dejected.

Without hesitation, she spoke, "Love at first sight is a myth that is true. Whether you believe it is caused by endorphins, oxytocin, or the chocolate theory of love, it doesn't matter. Love can happen immediately. It can be a smile, a slight laugh, or just someone's appearance that can make you gravitate to them. And when you find that someone, your heart warms at the sight of that person and your brain can't stop thinking about them. You yearn for their touch and the sound of their voice. All answers are found in that person as you complete each other. If you find a love like that, don't ever let it go."

I raised my hand. "Stop for a minute please." I scrambled to find my copy of the paper and started reading. It was verbatim. Every sentence, every word, every letter was exact. Shelly even reflected appropriately each punctuation mark. I laughed out loud and the girls seemed happy that I was happy. "Let's try someone else." I pointed at the blonde. Hell, I couldn't even remember their names for the moment. She was precise as well. I switched students after every paragraph. I then switched after every sentence followed by every couple of words. I just kept pointing at them randomly. It worked. My pill worked. They were all getting into it as my euphoria grew. 

I pointed at Eve again. She stopped after just one word. Her excitement quickly evaporated to a near panic. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" She was squirming in her seat as if there was a Bunsen burner under it. Her eyes began peering around the room, searching. "It's alright. Don't be nervous." I smiled and that seemed to quell her tension. I looked the other three over. "Does anybody know the next sentence?" The panic Eve just felt spread over to the others like wildfire as they glanced at each other. "How about just the next word?" The girl's uneasiness became worse. "Anyone?"

Eve, Lydia, and Kennedy were now staring at Shelly and she knew it. "Professor Ethan Carter, no one knows the next word. You said to only read two pages. Please don't be mad." They all hung their heads.

I looked down and sure enough Eve had said the last word on page two. All four of them stopped right there in the middle of the sentence. That was odd. Normally a person completes a sentence before stopping. I shook my head and laughed. The uneasiness in the room dissipated. I gathered my things. Any sense of abnormality I was feeling was vanquished by my giddiness. It worked. It actually worked.

"Ladies, I want to thank you for your efforts today. You were invaluable. I'm sorry it took so long, but it was appreciated. Thanks again and you're free to go." Their smiles returned as I left.

Normally I wait until my class, or in this case focus group left before I did, but I was eager to get home and log my data on my computer. You just can't blast the radio in the labs. I found the other professors get pissed off at me when I do saying it's too distracting and inappropriate in the workplace. I was in high spirits as I briskly walked the four blocks to my home.

I went inside and rushed to my computer. I opened my media player and searched my playlists to find the perfect melodies to match my mood. A-ha, this one. As I went to select my swinging jazz playlist, there was a light knock at the door. So light, I waited to hear it again to verify I actually had. There it was again. I got up irritated. I really didn't want to be bothered by some girl selling cookies.

"I'm sorry, I don't," I opened the door, "want to buy any... Oh, hi girls. What brings you here?" The four girls from my experiment were standing before me with Shelly in front.

Shelly glanced back at the other three and they all gave a head motion, urging her to ask whatever it is they wanted. "Sorry to bother you Professor Ethan Carter, but we were wondering where we should go?" Shelly asked timidly.

"What do you mean Shelly? The experiment is over, you all did well and you're free to go."

"Free to go where?" Shelly pleaded.

"Huh?" I was perplexed.

Shelly stamped her foot on my porch. "Free to go where?" She raised her voice to a demanding, frustrated tone and then much softer added, "I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me for that."

"Let me get this straight. You girls want me to tell you where to go?"

All four looked straight at me, smiled, and nodded emphatically the affirmative.

"I don't know. Go hang out in your dorms, study in the library, or its a perfect day to go to the beach. Why not go there?"

All four of their faces brightened with that last one and they all turned to leave my porch, satisfied. I shook my head as I shut my door and returned to my computer hoping like hell I can get back to the joy I was feeling moments ago before that unusual encounter. I went to click the first song when another knock hit my door. I opened the door and the four girls were back again with Shelly still in front. 

"Shelly, I'm quite busy right now," I said, as irritated as possible.

"We really are sorry for bothering you," Shelly shyly responded. All four of them looked on the verge of tears. "But we need to know where those places are at."

Something was wrong. "Why don't you four come in and get comfortable and I'll get some sodas?" I went into the kitchen and grabbed four beverages and a bag of chips. When I returned to the living room, Eve, Kennedy, and Lydia were on the couch and Shelly was on the loveseat. I set everything on the coffee table and sat in my computer chair. "Ladies, what do you remember?"

Shelly answered. "That's easy. We remember you waking us up. We remember that paper you had us read. We remember all your instructions. And we remember following you here."

That explains how they know where I live. "Nothing else at all? Nothing prior to me waking you up?" I'm now worried.

"Nothing else Professor Ethan Carter," Shelly replied.

"And how do you know my name Shelly?"

"You're lab coat had a name tag on it."

"Oh, I see. And what about them?" I gestured to the three on the couch. "Why are you the only one answering my questions?"

"They feel I'm the leader of our group because you named me."

"Wait, they don't know their names?" I was exasperated.

"You haven't given them one. Why should they know it?" Shelly said it so simply with purity, as if I should've known better.

Oh shit. I offered them a smile, but it was just for show. "You're Eve, you're Kennedy, and you're Lydia." You would think they just won the lottery. They were giggling and overwhelmed with excitement. Shelly moved over to them and they all embraced. I ordered pizza. When I was done, I looked over the quartet. All had beaming smiles and were crying tears of joy. What did I get myself into?

I had to think. "Shelly, a person is going to come to the door. I want you to give him this and they'll give you pizza. Tell him he's all set. I'm going to use the restroom." I set the money on the coffee table and took a step toward the hall.

"No problem Professor Ethan Carter."

"Oh, and one more thing, and this goes for all of you." I had the group's full attention. "Please, just call me Ethan."

All of them said some sort of yes as I headed down the hall. I locked the door and sat on the toilet. I didn't have to go; I just needed to be alone to concentrate. I started to rub my temples. Okay, possible solutions. The concoction, and I say concoction because no vitamin or mineral should have caused this, could wear off. Maybe if it runs through their systems or maybe they just need to sleep it off. What if it's permanent? No, don't think that way. I need their student files. Maybe knowledge of the past will bring back their memories like an amnesia patient. Anything else? Oh yeah, the twins. They didn't seem affected at all. Why? Okay, I now know what I'm going to do. First, have them all switch to water, a couple of glasses each. I'll let them sleep here tonight and I'll examine them in the morning. Hopefully they'll be back and I'll just be fired for having a slumber party with a bunch of co-eds. If not, I'll get my teachers aide to cover my Monday classes, locate the twins and then see about getting their files so I can have a session with the girls that evening. One of those has to work.

I came out of the bathroom to find the four of them in a semi circle at the front door with Shelly arguing, loudly. "Listen, Ethan didn't say anything about boxes. He said you were bringing pizzas."

"But ma'am, the pizzas are in the boxes." The stunned delivery boy was desperately trying to plead his case.

"I'm not ma'am, I'm Shelly. Ethan told me so. Now give me pizzas, not cardboard!" She spoke with defiance while the other three girls forcefully nodded in agreement behind her.

Shit. I ran down the hall. "It's okay Shelly, we want the boxes too."

The four girls in unison looked at me, smiled, and then turned back to the frightened delivery boy.

Shelly snapped the boxes with a huff. "You're lucky Ethan said it's okay." She gave him a hard glare and slammed the door in his face. She turned back to the other girls with a proud expression. "Pizza's here!"

"Yay!" The other three shouted as they jumped and clapped with what could be called borderline hysteria. 

I rubbed my temples. I learned that when I give instruction, I'm going to have to be as detailed as possible and outline all possible scenarios until I get their collective minds back.

Shelly set the two larges on the table and the quartet dug into the boxes in a flash. I wasn't hungry, but I tried to eat something. I now had to babysit four girls with zero common sense and the collective IQ's of an amoeba. I'm going to need my energy. I wish I was able to drink my morning coffee. 

I felt someone staring at me. I glanced up and saw it was Shelly with a curious look on her face. "What's on your mind Shelly?" I asked as politely as possible. It was then I noticed that when one of them was speaking, as Eve was currently talking about her happiness, they all concentrated on that person. No infighting. They didn't argue or try to talk over each other. When I spoke, I ruled over all of them. Even though Eve wasn't done talking, as soon as I said one word, she stopped to listen to me. Strange indeed.


The Professor's Accidental Harem Ch. 02



Author's note: Please forgive any errors in grammer. In my rereading of my stories, I miss things as my mind knew what I was trying to say. I currently do not have an editor and have given up the pursuit in finding one.

Foreward: The Professor's Accidental Harem was meant to be a stand alone story. The outpouring of feedback was immense and demand for a sequel was high. But I would not write one just for the sake of writing one. There had to be a plot I would love. It finally came to me, but in order to do so, I changed from a first person point of view to an omniscient point of view.



Happy Reading!





Chapter 2: 



Six weeks later:



"But..."

"Dr. Tisdale," President Richards held up his hand as he interrupted, "I'm sorry but the board has made their ruling."

Dr. Tisdale let out a huff. "If not you, then who do I have to blow to get approved?"

President Richards wanted to say 'Will Harrison' but decided to try a different tact, consoling. "Suzanne," he moved his hand to cover hers and talked in a soothing tone, "five years ago the board of trustees decided to hand out grants to a number of professor's because they wanted our university to be known for something. You're imprinting concept was just one of many that they were willing to try to get themselves on the map. But now it's not necessary and the board has decided that mind manipulation is a risky endeavor that raises too many questions." He then shook his head, "I've warned you for the past three months to offer the board something else or the grant was going to be reassigned. You didn't and now that time has come."

Dr. Tisdale slammed her hands on the president's desk as she stood, "You're talking about five years of my life!"

"I'm sorry Suzanne. I really am. Despite your young age, you are an esteemed member of our faculty and we would be delighted to have you still be a professor on our staff."

"Fuck you!" Dr. Tisdale stomped toward the door, her auburn ponytail swaying with each forceful step.

"I'll let you calm down before we speak again."

Suzanne was still fuming as she entered her office with a cardboard box. Her intent was to leave and never look back. She knew the politics involved. When President Richards first spoke to her three months ago, she knew she had to make a breakthrough quickly because the young psychology whiz kid they hired two years ago, Ethan Carter, was on the verge of fulfilling the universities dream with some sort of memory drug.

'Why did it have to be now? I'm so close.' Suzanne set a couple manila envelopes in the box and began syphoning through another stack. 'Where will I go? Why couldn't the university see the importance of my imprinting creation? Capture a terrorist, use the serum to imprint yourself to them, and voila, instant traitor. They'll tell you everything and do anything you want them to do. And what about the people in prisons? Tell them to be honest citizens and poof - no more bad guys. If I had a little bit more time, I'd be ready for the private sector. I just don't have enough concrete analysis yet.' She slumped into her office chair and started to cry. With her shoulders twitching and head buried in her hands, a gentle rapping occurred on her office door.

"Dr. Tisdale?" A concerned male voice called from behind the door.

Due to the university giving every opportunity for the professors with grants to complete their work in an expedited manner, Suzanne didn't have any classes during summer break, so it couldn't be a student knocking on her door. At least she hoped it wasn't. She scrambled for a Kleenex and put her glasses on to hide her puffy eyes before answering, "Come in."

The door opened and there stood the handsome Professor Carter. That fact bothered Suzanne more than anything else about her colleague.  He was both smart and handsome. And he seemed utterly clueless to how every female member of the student body fawned over him.

"I was on my way to lunch when I thought I heard someone crying in here. Are you all right Dr. Tisdale?"

Suzanne opened another file folder, pretending she had been working the entire time, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You can join me for lunch and talk about it if you'd like? Or come to lunch and not talk about it since I doubt I'd be much help in the field of neuroscience," Ethan finished with a big smile.

Suzanne chuckled, "Thanks for the offer but I'm swamped here."

"Nonsense." Ethan strode toward Suzanne and then grabbed her hand. "You just need some protein and then you'll figure it out. Besides, I'm dining at the wonderful, luxurious, and absolutely exquisite school cafeteria today. It would be a shame to eat such a gourmet meal alone."

Suzanne shook her head with an amused grin. She had changed her mind. The thing that bothered her most about Professor Carter was the fact he was genuinely a nice guy. The man she wanted to hate most in the world and she couldn't, in fact deep down, she knew she liked him. Damn him. "I suppose I can spare thirty minutes."

"Ah, better make it twenty nine and a half minutes," Ethan helped Suzanne to her feet. "I have a lot of work to do myself."

*

"So how's your memory research going?" Suzanne asked as she took a bite of her Caesar salad.

"Really well. I'm in the process of analyzing my second focus groups results and they are promising. The first group went well too, but there were only a limited number of participants." Ethan tried to hold back a smile thinking about how his first focus group really went. Not only did the enhancer work but he also was now living with four former students. Making that public knowledge wouldn't have mattered if Lydia weren't still in school. "I'm hoping that by the end of the summer I'll get the board of trustees approval and we can shop the product around to some manufacturers."

"Must be nice," Suzanne mumbled.

"What was that?"

Suzanne forced a smile, "That's nice. I'm really happy for you."

"So how about your problem," Ethan took a drink of his rootbeer. "How can I help?"

"You know what? I think I just figured it out." Suzanne's smile was no longer a façade as she stood. "Thanks."

As Suzanne headed back to her lab, she was contemplating her epiphany. 'I have eight weeks to stall Ethan. If I can get him to show a possibility of failure, the board will reapprove my funding while they give him a second chance to get his wonder drug correct. But how? My imprinting serum isn't ready for human trials. It's not even ready for animal testing. If I give that to Ethan and something happens... better let my lab assistant find someone to try it out on before I give it to the universities golden boy.

*

Ethan glanced at the clock and noted it was six in the evening. With a sigh, he clicked the save button to his PowerPoint presentation and closed down his computer. He was no longer concerned with the results of the memory enhancer; he didn't have to be. Every single person in his last focus group were able to recite a fifty page dissertation paper verbatim. His worries now stemmed from the upcoming meeting with the board of trustees. He knew his drug forwards and backwards but how to be engaging about it without sounding to clinical? He knew he was much better relaying information to eighteen to twenty two year old students than fifty to sixty year old stiffs that compiled the board.

"Britney, I think we'll call it a night," Ethan stood with a yawn. "See you tomorrow at eight."

Britney used a yellow highlighter to mark where she left off at on the page. Since coming aboard six weeks ago, her goal has been to follow up with every member of the focus group, all fifty of them, and determine if there were any side effects to note. So far, only one person has complained of a side effect. He said he had a red, blistery rash in the genital region, but a doctor's visit later and it was diagnosed as herpes. That was definitely not the memory enhancers fault. The only warning that needed to be on the bottle is 'product ineffective with use of illegal and narcotic drugs' and though Britney didn't ask, she did wonder how Ethan knew that. She closed her folder and grabbed her imitation Prada purse- as if she could afford the real thing. "Do you need a ride home tonight?"

"No, I got my car today," Ethan responded cordially as he locked up his laboratory. "Eve got her car fixed so she didn't have to borrow mine. But I did appreciate the lift home yesterday." 

Ethan actually appreciated that no one was home when Britney dropped him off. Shelly was at work, getting hired day one after graduation to one of the top psychiatric practices in the state. Eve was at an interview to teach psychology at nearby Hilldale High. Kennedy was at the school's athletic department mulling over player analysis as her now former coach, Leanne Weatherby recruited her to be an assistant to the girls' softball team. Lydia was in a study group, taking summer classes so she can graduate as swiftly as possible to lessen the chances of people uncovering the truth. Ethan could only imagine Britney's reaction to seeing any one of those four was living with him, sisters or not. Especially since they would probably be dressed scandalously to say the least.

Ethan pulled up to the new three-bedroom ranch style home the five of them were renting. They would have bought a house but decided to wait and see if the memory enhancer would take off. They also kept renting the townhouse Shelly, Eve, and Kennedy used to live in for Lydia's place of residence, even if she lived there just on paper. Couldn't risk having her address match a professor's, Ethan would surely be fired if that got out. In a couple months, they'll know how secure their future will be and if all goes well, they could build a home. Not that they needed more room anyway, all five slept in a pair of king sized beds that were pushed together in the master bedroom while the other two rooms were used as a home office for whatever work Ethan or the girls needed to accomplish and a spare bedroom.

Ethan stepped on the porch and cleared his throat in preparation for his horrible impersonation of Desi Arnaz. "Lucy's I'm home," He shouted as he flung open the door.

Kennedy stood from the couch wearing her yellow slinky dress and sashayed over to Ethan. She kissed him lightly on the lips and then more so. Soon her tongue weaved inside and made contact with his. There was a primal aggressiveness in the nature of her kisses to him and Ethan loved it. He enjoyed the uniqueness that each woman possessed.

"Wow," Ethan muttered as Kennedy's tongue finally extricated his mouth.

Kennedy had a beaming smile, "That's to remind you of what you can get if you don't use that corny line again. You realize that none of us have ever seen that show you are quoting."

"I can't help it. My mom was addicted to 'I Love Lucy' reruns. So my mind was conditioned to like it too... Almost like what transpired with four women I know."

"That's not fair," Kennedy put her hands on her hips. "I won't be able to beat you in a psychological argument."

"You know psychology," Ethan laughed. "I know, because I taught you." He paused as he looked around. He sniffed the air to smell nothing. "I take it Lydia's not cooking tonight. Where is everyone?"

"Your wives have decided you are taking us out to celebrate. And you know how those three take forever to get ready. Me, I just throw on a dress, touch up my makeup and I'm good to go but them," Kennedy finished by rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

After six weeks, that was the biggest change for Ethan to get used to- having no say whatsoever. If the four women decided something, it was concrete. If even one of them had a dissenting opinion then the idea was scrapped. It was all or nothing. But if Ethan had an objection, they held firm until he changed his mind. It didn't usually take much coercing for him to relent. A rub here, a suck there, or a five-some usually did the trick. By now, he just accepted his fate, not that he minded going out to dinner.

"What are we celebrating?"

At that moment, Eve came racing down the hall, impressive considering the high heels she was wearing, and jumped into Ethan's arms. "Husband," She cried as she mashed her lips into his. Ever the overzealous type, she then began to peck away, covering as much of Ethan as she could.

As Eve put her feet back on the floor, Ethan was finally able to look at her black dress. It surprised him as Eve's clothes were typically borderline slutty. She also had a few that crossed that line but tried to keep some sense of class and yet others that flew past that line and went on for another fifty miles. He never cared, however, it was just Eve's style. But today her dress screamed elegance. "You look fantastic."

"Thanks." Crimson filled Eve's cheeks as she smoothed out the dress. "I thought this is how a school teacher should dress for a night out on the town."

"You got the job," Ethan exclaimed as he hugged her. "Congratulations."

"And that is what we are celebrating," Kennedy finally answered Ethan's question.

"Let me get changed real quick and I'll be right down."

With a hurried step, Ethan went down the hall and almost ran over Lydia. She was wearing a pink outfit; the blouse had a deep v and the skirt was just above the knees. It was more daring than anything she would have worn before they all moved in together. This was definitely Eve's influence.

"There's my lovely Lydia. You look good."

"Thanks." Lydia, despite being in heeled sandals, went on to her tip toes to instigate a kiss. It was soft and sweet. When Ethan's tongue was granted entrance, it didn't become a duel. It was more like small sensual caresses while Lydia's tongue did the same. Time seemed to stand still as the couple got into a sybaritic rhythm.

"Okay you two," Eve's voice echoed in the hallway. "Lydia, let our man go and so he can get ready."

Ethan chuckled at the intrusion before heading into the master bedroom. Lydia smiled and headed down the hall.

"Spill it girl," Eve continued. "What do you do to get our husband to kiss you for an eternity?"

"Yeah, we always have to break the two of you a part so we can get whatever it is we have to do, done," Kennedy narrowed her eyes to the shy girl to express she too was curious.

"I don't know," Lydia shrugged her shoulders. "We just kiss."

Kennedy shook her head and Eve rolled her eyes but both let out a frustrated, "Oh Lydia."

Ethan showered and changed rapidly and as he passed the office, he saw Shelly. She was dressed for the night out in a conservative red ensemble while she was furiously scribbling notes in a black, leather bound notebook. Ethan snuck in and kissed the top of her head, startling her for a brief second.

"Is everything all right," Ethan smiled knowing he scared Shelly.

"Yeah," Shelly turned in her chair to face him. "Dr. Manheim gave me my first patient today and he is really fucked... I mean he has a myriad of issues."

Ethan nodded while holding in a snicker at Shelly's Freudian slip as she was trying to be professional. "Do you want me to take a look? I did handle patients for a couple of years before the university hired me."

"Thanks for the offer," Shelly smiled. "But I really want to handle this one myself."

Ethan leaned in and kissed her. As became their custom, Ethan and Shelly's tongues darted in and out, battling for supremacy. When it was apparent that both combatants were winners, the kiss was released.

"I think everyone is ready to go. How about you?" Ethan tucked a stray tendril of hair behind Shelly's ear. It fascinated him how that one hair kept falling out of place.

"Absolutely." Shelly closed the notebook with a grin. "I need a break from Stanley Martin for a while."

Ethan coughed on air as Shelly made for the door, causing her to glance over her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Ethan held up his hand as he coughed again, this time to keep from laughing. He had met Dr. Handel Manheim once at a conference and the elder professional had divulged that after an evaluation period for his new psychologists, he would give the ones he thought could be influential a test. And that test was a paid actor named Stanley Martin. He would play out several different neurosis every visit. Dr. Manheim said that the fastest anyone figured out he was full of shit was five sessions. If it took more than ten, he would let that person go because he didn't have time to babysit imbeciles. "I'm fine. Go ahead and I'll be down in a minute." Shelly nodded and then left, allowing for Ethan to finally let loose his laugh.

This evening wasn't a typical night out for the girls. Since this was a special occasion for Eve, she got to be by Ethan's side the whole night while Shelly, Kennedy, and Lydia rotated on the other. Shelly and Kennedy had received the same treatment when they heard about their respective employments and Lydia had as well for her birthday.

The date was even tailored to Eve. Dinner was at Oscar's, a fancy steak restaurant that happened to be her favorite place to dine. That was followed by a visit to Club Ego, her preferred dancing stomping grounds. Eve really enjoyed dancing and the club scene, even more now that Ethan was in her life. It gave her great pleasure to dance with someone she loved versus someone who only wanted to get in between her legs.

The four girls kept a tight circle around Ethan. They all danced but he took turns with whom he was facing with Eve getting extra attention. There were several attempts by a multitude of men to break through the girl's defenses but all were thwarted. After all that it took to seduce Ethan, the quartet had their man and were not letting go.

As for Ethan, whenever they went out, he took the time to relish in the unique characteristics of his partners. Eve's energy, Kennedy's passion, Shelly's intellect, and Lydia's shyness afforded him a new experience with just a simple turn of his head. For a decade, he had been so wrapped up in college and then work that he now felt a sense of freedom he had never enjoyed before and took every opportunity to experience it. Privately, he deduced it was the company he was with rather than any particular activity that they partook in. He knew in his heart not only could he be happy living with the four women for the rest of his life but he was falling hopelessly in love with them.

Being a weekday, the group ended the night early. Upon entering the house, Shelly and Kennedy went to the spare bedroom to sleep, both having to work in the morning. Lydia, not in any rush as her scheduled classes for tomorrow were in the afternoon, sat on the couch and turned on the television. All three of them thought, 'I wish I was Eve.'

As soon as the master bedroom door shut, Eve started kissing Ethan all over his face and he reciprocated when he could. Her hands were all over his body with random purposes; a belt here, a button undone there. It was always like this with her- sporadic excitement. Through her spontaneity, Ethan simply unzipped the back of her dress and allowed her movements to cause the dress to shimmy off her body. As soon as he could, he did the same with her bra and lowered her thong just a few inches before they fell off in a similar manner. Eve was by far the easiest to get undressed.

Once Eve dispersed of Ethan's clothing, she pushed him to the bed. Her energy level was through the roof knowing she got her man all to herself tonight. She didn't really mind sharing and certainly wasn't complaining about the group sex but it was something special when Ethan began incorporating alone time with them as well. He said it solidified his bonds with them as individuals. It probably did but Eve didn't care. She just knew that sometimes a woman doesn't want to share and this was her opportunity.




The Professor's Accidental Harem Ch. 02



There was no hesitation from Eve. Ethan's back landed on the bed and she dove on top of him. She swiftly moved into her favorite position and straddled him. She loved the freedom to move her body, especially her hands, without restriction. She shifted her body and grabbed Ethan's cock. In an instant, she was impaled. The only sound from her was a slight little mewl.

"Damn Eve," Ethan groaned.

Eve smiled as she began to ride Ethan. Her hands were constantly moving, sliding over her and her lovers body. Her body was not to be outdone, however, and her hips her gyrating as she raised and lowered herself. She bent at the waist frequently so she could peck at Ethan's lips. She moved higher just a little so he could engulf her pendulous tits in his mouth and then the light nibbling of her nipples that soon followed. She loved every sensation all these motions caused her to feel.

To Ethan, the best part about having sex with Eve was watching her eyes. If it was poker, they would be her tell. Her eyes darted to every place her hands and body were going to go. They led him and he reacted almost before she did. It allowed him to give her maximum bliss for every movement. She would grind clockwise; he would go counterclockwise. Her hands would go for his cheek, he would move so he could kiss it. Eve thought he was in her head and it caused her to be built up into a cloud of ecstasy. But her biggest tell was also his most pleasurable. The entire time, her eyes would be open, constantly dashing in a plethora of directions but when she was on the cusp of something great, they would be fixated right on his, their eyes locking in the heat of passion as they were right at this moment.

Done mirroring her movements, Ethan bucked hard into Eve, knowing how close she was. He pounded as she dropped, her pussy now a vice as her eyes scrunched up tight. Her lips formed an 'O' but not a solitary sound escaped. Eve was in the throes of a body racking orgasm as she shook on top of him. He couldn't hold on anymore and let loose a tidal wave to mingle with her flood. He held onto her hips as she collapsed down on top of him, both gasping for the oxygen their bodies were craving.

"What you do to me," Eve breathed out as her fingers were making small circles on his chest, leaving the sentence unfinished.

Ethan smiled, "I think that's supposed to be my line." He wrapped her in his arms, his hand combing through her hair. "I love you."

Eve's head jerked up to look into Ethan's gaze. It was the first time he verbalized those words to any of the girls. She saw the truth in his eyes and she squeezed him in her arms. "I love you too," she mashed her body into his.

"Please don't tell the others I said that. I want to tell them first."

"Promise," Eve kissed him.

Not too long after, the door opened and three nude women joined Eve and Ethan. The four girls went into their cuddle spots, each taking a limb of their former professor and positioning their body as snug against him as possible.

*

Wendy Harding was double majoring in economics and neuroscience. Her father was pushing her towards economics so she could join the family business when she graduated but her passion was always science. After having Dr. Tisdale in her freshman year, she was hooked. Dr. Tisdale made learning about the brain entertaining and she was charismatic to boot. Wendy dedicated her time to obtaining a double major and worked particularly hard in the field of neuroscience. By the time of her senior year, she had developed an outstanding relationship with Dr. Tisdale, enough so she could be her lab assistant. She had heard the whispers calling for the cancellation of Dr. Tisdale's imprinting serum for a while now but it didn't faze her. She was determined to work with her mentor and hoped for the best. She knew if the project were to be terminated, it would devastate the doctor.

Right at eight in the morning, Wendy was at the door to the laboratory. She put her long brown hair up in a ponytail and then opened the door. The sight that welcomed her was one she wasn't prepared for. Dr. Tisdale was packing her research and there were already a slew of boxes stacked off in the corner, which meant they had been cancelled. But that wasn't what surprised her. She knew the day was coming. What surprised her was Dr. Tisdale. She didn't look affected at all, quite the opposite actually.

"Oh Wendy, I'm glad you're here," Suzanne was upbeat and even was wearing a smile. "We've finally been told to pack it in." She then went into a snotty, sarcastic voice intent on trying to sound like the president, "Because mind manipulation raises too many questions."

"I'm sorry doctor," Wendy put a hand on her mentors shoulder in an effort to console her. "What would you like me to pack?"

"Don't act as if someone died," Suzanne snickered as she removed her assistant's hand. "We aren't done by a long shot."

"Oh?"

"Absolutely not," Suzanne confirmed as she grabbed a vial of her experimental imprinting serum. "Take this," she placed the vial in Wendy's palm.

"You want me to have this?" Wendy stared at the vial in her palm, "I'm not sure I can accept this. I mean you spent five years creating this serum."

Suzanne smiled at her dutiful assistant, "No, I want you to use it. I want you to find someone, test it, document the results, and meet me in a week at that café, the Roasted Bean, at ten in the morning so we can discuss it."

"But it's not ready for animal testing and now you want me to use it on somebody?"

"I feel it's ready now," Suzanne lied. "I've been in here since President Richards revoked my project and perfected it. You knew how close we were and now it's ready."

Wendy raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent."

"Okay," Wendy drew out the word. It was her last moment of doubt. Dr. Tisdale is an honorable woman, who is she to question her genius? Besides, she had the perfect target in mind. "Thank you for trusting me with this. I promise I won't let you down."

"You never have before," Suzanne then went back to packing more papers in boxes. 

"Where would you like me to start in here?" Wendy put the vial in her purse and set it on the desk.

"I've got this Wendy," Suzanne smiled. "You should get started on that project I assigned. You only have one week."

*

Right at eight in the morning, Britney was doing the same as Wendy, except she was at the door of Ethan's laboratory. Her hand reached the handle but it was locked. She leaned up against the wall with one foot raised against it and waited. Every five minutes she glanced at her watch. He was later than usual. By twenty after, she shook her head and let out a sigh, "Maybe he needs a ride?"

Britney briskly walked back to her brown, beat up Chevy Cavalier. She hopped in and headed toward Ethan's home ten minutes away. She hoped she didn't pass him but if she did, she'd only show up ten minutes after him. If he was allowed to be more than twenty minutes late, she could be thirty. Not as if they were doing anything clinical anyway. The memory enhancer was perfect.

Britney pulled up to Ethan's home but something didn't seem right. There were five cars either in the driveway or parked on the side of the street, odd for a bachelor. But one of them was Ethan's so she strode to the doorway. Inside, she heard several voices and most were female. She tentatively knocked on the door. 

The door swung open to reveal one of his sister's, Eve if she remembered correctly. She was dressed in only a long t-shirt and she still had her toothbrush in her mouth. Behind her was an equally half-dressed Lydia, and she was in a sheer bra and panties set sitting on the couch. But the worst shock came when she saw Ethan kissing Shelly in a way siblings should never kiss. She was in a grey business suit and he was in a button down shirt and slacks. When they pulled a part, they both announced, "I'm late." Before heading into the kitchen.

"Hello?" Eve waved her hand in front of Britney, her voice slightly muffled by the toothbrush. "Can I help you?"

"Um, uh." Britney stammered. Her eyes began to well up as the shock was dissipating and sorrow was filling her being.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" Eve pointed the toothbrush at the awestruck girl. "You look familiar."

"Uh, no. I was um, I was..."

"We're not interested in buying anything," Eve shut the door.

Britney ran to her car and high tailed it back to campus. As she parked, she started walking at a snail's pace to the laboratory building. She reached for the handle and let out a sigh. She didn't want to go in there. She turned around and began to walk aimlessly. She thought she was over him. But she thought that before. Ever since he has come back into her life, he has stirred up the feelings that have been buried inside, lying dormant for years. And now she learned he really was with those four girls. She found a bench and collapsed into it. Tears finally won the battle and started to uncontrollably cascade down her cheeks, each one seemingly to be their own 'What if?' statement. 'What if I tried harder?' What could I have done differently? What did they offer that I couldn't? What about me?' 

Suzanne was on her way to lunch when she saw a young, curly haired brunette woman crying on the park bench. She had seen her in the laboratory building before but was unsure whom she worked for. She sat next to her and that action alone seemed to break the girl out of her sobbing trance.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Tisdale. Can I be of some assistance?"

"I know who you are," Britney replied as she wiped away her tears. "And I'm okay."

"Girls crying on a public bench are generally not okay," Suzanne put her arm around Britney's shoulders. "Tell me about it."

"It's just guy problems," Britney sniffled.

Suzanne pulled out a Kleenex from her purse; God knows she had needed them recently, and handed it to the heartbroken girl "Let me guess, Professor Carter?"

Britney looked up at the doctor, eyes wide in amazement, "How did you know?"

"What student around here doesn't fancy him?" 

"I've realized," Britney blew her nose. "But I'm not a student of his, or at least I'm not anymore. I work in his laboratory.

"What's your name, dear?" Suzanne felt that this was almost too good to be true. Though she wished she could use it on the professor herself, this girl would have to suffice. She would have her pawn and she worked right in the professor's lab.

"Britney Stillman."

"Well Britney, I can help you if you want?" 

"Really? How?"

"Give me a week. Meet me at the Roasted Bean, Tuesday at eleven am," Suzanne stood. "Until then, act normal. Don't give him an inclination that something might happen. Oh, and don't tell anyone. I want to help you, not everybody."

"Deal," Britney gazed with marvel at Dr. Tisdale's leaving form. Could this woman really help her get Ethan? She was giddy with just the thought. She glanced at her watch. "11:30, damn. I got to get to the lab." She grabbed her purse and scampered to the laboratory building. When she got there, Ethan was getting ready to lock up.

"Sorry I'm late Ethan... Uh, car problems." Just the sight of him caused Britney to smile. 'One week. Just one week and he'll be mine.'

"Britney, I was worried. Everything work out all right?"

"Yeah," Britney coughed to hide a knowing smile. "Since I'm late, I'll skip lunch and work if that's okay with you."

"If you want," Ethan unlocked the door for his assistant. "But you don't have to. It's not like we're behind."

"I want to get some of these phone calls out of the way. I'll see you when you get back."

*

Ethan headed to the athletic department. He didn't want to wait any longer to over analyze 'the perfect setting for declarations of love.' Isn't every moment the perfect moment for that? Spontaneity is always a good way to express feelings. He headed for the video room knowing Kennedy has lived in that room the past two weeks analyzing the video of players of opponents as well as a possible future recruits. He felt giddy and nervous all in one as his hand shakily knocked on the door.

"Damn it. Fuck!" Kennedy cried from inside the room as the sound of crunching plastic and a loud metallic bang rang out. "It's open," she shouted.

Ethan opened the door, almost afraid something might be hurling in the air in his direction. "Kennedy? Are you all right?" He saw Kennedy kneeling on the floor, picking up discs from the ground.

"Yeah. That... that..." Kennedy was pointing to a small metal bookshelf that had housed the numerous videos of athletes, "that thing fell over." 

Ethan went over to 'that thing' as Kennedy had so eloquently called it and put the bookshelf back in its rightful spot on the desk. "Here, let me help."

Kennedy looked up for the first time and noticed it was Ethan in the room with her. "Ethan, it's you. What are you doing here?"

"I thought you might like to have lunch together," Ethan bent down to begin to help clear the mess on the floor.

"I'd love to but I can't. As if it wasn't bad enough that I have to go through all these videos by the end of the week, I now have to reorganize the discs."

"That's all right," Ethan picked his stack off the ground and put it on the desk and Kennedy followed with the rest. "But allow me to make your day better."

"I doubt that," Kennedy snickered. "But you can give it a try if you feel you must."

Ethan put his hand to Kennedy's cheek, "I love you."

Kennedy went from playful to lust driven. She grabbed Ethan by his shirt collar and pulled tight. Her lips mashed against Ethan's and her tongue was down his throat. She pulled back with a smile, "You really did make my day better." She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. "Now it's time for me to make your day better." She swatted at the just recently placed bookshelf and shoved it off the desk before replacing the vacated spot with her ass. Her legs reached out and wrapped around Ethan's waist, pulling him closer while her tongue licked her lips and her finger was curling, inviting him to 'come here.'

Ethan knew of Kennedy's aggressive style, adored it really, but on campus? In a video closet? If anybody passed by, they both would be fired. "Are you sure we should do this in here? We could always wait until we get home."

Kennedy's response wasn't with words; it was with action. She dispensed with Ethan's belt and pulled down his pants until his cock sprung into view. Eve may have been the easiest to get undressed, but Kennedy didn't need to be undressed. She grabbed his manhood and guided it to her entrance, "Come here you."

Ethan gave up. He knew there was no stopping Kennedy at this point and he really didn't care to. She pulled him into her by using her feet. He slid right in and Kennedy wasted no time, sliding forward. She mauled at his chest while kissing him fiercely. Ethan offered a slight hip thrusting motion but that was more for show. There was no doubting who was in charge of this copulating. Kennedy's hips kept moving, dictating angle and location. They shifted forward and back, up and down, changing like a chameleon with every effort. 

Not to be outdone were Kennedy's legs. They were tight around Ethan's waist and they controlled depth and pace. She pulled him with a hard quick movement allowing for a swift reentry or she would move him tight to her body for maximum volume into her abyss. Sometimes, she would hold grab of him to prevent movement and just grind against the glorious erection giving her so much satisfaction.

Ethan knew she was close; her grunts were coming through gritted teeth as each excursion was now taking its toll. That's when Ethan enveloped her body in his arms and wiggled inside her. The feeling that she was not in control anymore provided Kennedy with an added stimulus as she squirmed with his now hard, short, and indirect movements. 

Kennedy moaned, "Oh Dear god, Yes."

It was then her orgasm was released, her pussy now clenching Ethan's shaft with every muscle she had while her juices coated his cock with a frantic delight. With just the second pulse from Kennedy, Ethan pushed as far as he could one final time and sprung forth with an orgasm of his own. 

As he filled her, a smile crept across her face, "I love you too, Ethan."

They held onto each other, much longer than necessary as neither wanted to relinquish their new found bond of reciprocated love. Ethan's softened manhood finally fell out of Kennedy's tunnel, stirring both of them into action. Ethan pulled up his pants and Kennedy slumped into the office chair, not worrying about the future stain that would be there as a result.

"So you don't have time for lunch but you time for a love romp in the video room, hmm?" Ethan chuckled as he replaced the bookshelf once again.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it," Kennedy clicked on the name Tricia Smith and a video of a young girl swinging a bat appeared on the screen. "Besides, there is always time for matters of the heart." She glanced over her shoulder at Ethan with a smile.

Ethan took that opportunity to kiss her. It was tender and sweet as he merely brushed his lips over hers. "I love you and I'll see you tonight." He made his way to the door before pausing. "Don't tell the others what I said. I want to surprise them like I did you."

*

The chauffeur closed the limousine door as soon as Bruce Carrington's foot was clear. Marie Carrington was already inside and had two glasses of Krug Clos d'Ambonnay Champagne waiting.

"Was the meeting with the directors a success, Dar-ling?" Marie handed him a glass.

"You know it was, Boopsie." Bruce accepted the glass with a sly grin, "And how did the meeting with the shareholders go?"

Both of their voices spoke with an exaggerated pompous arrogance that proved how wealthy and that much better than you they felt they were.

"The palm of my hand. They hated me at first, all saying 'how can we accept the big bad American conglomerate taking over here in our beloved England' but when I was finished, they couldn't have been happier to have us taking over a fourth generation company."

They both laughed as they clinked their glasses together. "Here's to Carrington Enterprises global future," Bruce announced as they both sipped their champagne.

"Did I tell you I spoke with Martha about Lydia today?" Marie offered as she took another sip.

"And how is our daughter handling college these days?"

"She is attending summer classes to accelerate her timetable for graduation."

"Outstanding," Bruce chuckled. "We raised a fine, independent young woman."

"Martha also said she gave up her room in the dormitory and decided to take up residence in a," Marie shuttered as she uttered the next word in disgust, "townhouse."

Bruce spit out his champagne, "A townhouse? It was bad enough she wanted to live in that cesspool of a dormitory but now a townhouse. She is the heir to our empire and she chooses to live as if she is a common pauper. Does she not understand what it means to be a Carrington?"

"I know Dar-ling," Marie shook her head. "And this could be just the beginning. Who knows what outside influences might be corrupting her? Perhaps we should contact her."

"We should tell her we think it is a fine idea to accelerate her degree but we need her to understand it just isn't proper for her to behave this way. Our name has a reputation to uphold."

"I'll phone her as soon as we get to the hotel."

"No," Bruce rolled down the window barricade to the front of the limousine. "Wilson, take us to Heathrow."

*

Ethan pulled in the driveway. He noted that Kennedy's car was missing, after what happened at lunch he understood why she would still be at the university. Shelly's car was also missing having been working late as she tried to diagnose Stanley Martin. He walked inside, forgoing his Desi Arnaz impersonation and saw Eve relaxing on the couch.




The Professor's Accidental Harem Ch. 02



"Evening Eve," Ethan announced as he set down his briefcase.

Eve jumped up ran into the arms of her shared lover, "Hey Baby, how was work?"

"It went well, especially lunch."

"Why? What happened at lunch?"

Ethan just smiled. "Since the others are gone, you don't mind if I steal Lydia away for a little bit, do you?" He finished the question off with a wink. "I want to tell her something."

"Sure," Eve smiled with just a hint of jealousy, "I'm sure she can't wait to hear those words from you. I'll watch dinner so it won't burn."

Ethan walked into the kitchen, the aroma of pork hitting him as he did. "Hi Lydia, do you have a second?"

Lydia turned and smiled immediately as she saw Ethan. "Dinner's almost done. Can it wait five minutes?"

"Eve said she'll finish it off," Ethan tapped his fingers on the doorjamb.

Lydia laughed, "Eve? Really?"

"Hey, I promise I won't let it burn," Eve squeezed by Ethan, making sure to rub her body against his and made her way to the stove.

"Okay," Lydia cackled. "Just keep flipping it and I'll be right back." She handed the spatula over to her companion.

When the two left the kitchen, Eve glanced at the meat in the pan. "If she's anything like me, she won't be right back." Making a quick decision, Eve simply turned off the burners. "There, now it won't burn," she said to no one as she went back to the living room.

*

Ethan walked down the hall with confidence. 

Lydia was right behind him, her posture portraying her for what she was, a nervous wreck. Ethan had never had asked to speak with any of them alone and she was unsure what this could mean. She was the last one still in college and because of her; everything still had to be a secret. 'Am I now being rejected? Did the other girls conspire against me?' She always felt the situation was too good to be true, even if she had to share her dream man with three others. 

Ethan stopped short of the master bedroom and gestured for her to go in first. As she did, he stepped right behind her and enveloped her lithe body in his arms, picking her up off the floor. Lydia squirmed and giggled, not really trying to get out of his grasp. Ethan spun her around, her still in his arms with only her toes scrapping the floor. He kissed her. After a few moments, Lydia's mouth opened slightly to begin another one of their sacred dances together.

Ethan pulled back and Lydia looked at him dreamily. "I love you Lydia."

Lydia blinked twice trying to come to grips with what was said. 'Am I dreaming this?'

Ethan stared at her but after two blinks Lydia appeared catatonic. "I love you Lydia," he repeated.

"Oh Ethan, I love you too," Lydia pushed her lips to his and instigated another waltz of passion.

As they kissed, Ethan began removing her clothing and Lydia did the same to him. Their mouths dictated tempo and they even started a slow swaying motion as if their bodies were dancing to music only they could hear. Their movements were bringing them around the room until Ethan's legs bumped the bed and they fell clumsily to the soft mattress. Lydia's blonde locks were splayed around her head as Ethan hovered above her. They exchanged smiles before he lowered his head to the flesh of her neck. His nibbles were gentle, his pecks soft, and his licks tender as he wandered deliberately southward. He was meticulous with her tits, paying them extra attention before engulfing her nipples in one smooth motion, his tongue flicking at the nubs while his teeth lightly grinded them.

Ethan continued his descent, going across her smooth stomach before coming upon his goal. He caressed the skin all around her opening with precise, delicate kisses. He stuck out his tongue and grazed her folds. With each touch, Lydia was letting her arousal be known with loud moans while her grip on the comforter was iron clad. Ethan moved up to her pearl and began to brush against it with his lips. His fingers moved in, first rubbing her inner thighs before slowly climbing. He put two fingers at her entrance and as he pressed forward, he suckled on her clit. 

Lydia noisily moaned something intelligible.

Ethan knew he was on the right track as Lydia was by far the most vocal of the four. He never could understand her when she tried to use words, but the response was always positive. She truly let herself get lost in their lovemaking.

With a few more insertions of his fingers and his mouth teasing her nugget of pleasure, it didn't take long for Lydia to thunderously howl, her voice reverberating in the room as her legs clamped tight. Ethan kept going and Lydia shuttered again, only this time her noises sounded like begging when it finally subsided. 

Ethan smiled and playfully lightly blew on her clit, causing an aftershock. He moved up her body slowly until they were face to face, him smiling and her trying to catch her breath. He positioned himself for the final symphony. He leaned in and kissed her as he slid into her awaiting quim. Both were easily accessible and wet with anticipation. He rocked gently into her as if his shaft was a violin bow as his tongue tickled the insides of her mouth as if he were playing the piano.  They found a romantic rhythm as she offered a pushing movement with her hips as he thrust forward. Their tempo increased, finally causing their lips to break. Lydia's moans turned into grunts and Ethan was panting; their combined releases were imminent. She bucked one final time as he plunged as deep as he could. They climaxed together in a sweet crescendo of love, him groaning and her writhing and wailing underneath him.

Soon silence filled the room as they fell asleep spooned against each other, dinner as well as the rest of the world forgotten.

Ethan was cognizant when the other three joined Lydia and himself in the bed but was too tired to acknowledge it. Still, he felt proud he had only one left. He thought it would have been more difficult to get each of them alone so he could express his feelings to them individually.

*

Shelly sat across from her patient, a thirty-year-old male slightly overweight with his black hair in a part. A far cry from the Mohawk he was sporting just a day ago. Because of the extreme nature of the case, Dr. Manheim suggested daily meetings. The patient consented and this was now Shelly's third encounter with this man in as many days.

"So Stanley, what have you done since we last spoke yesterday afternoon? Shelly had her recorder ready and her notebook with her prior notes in front of her.

Shelly just couldn't understand it. Stanley Martin was the most baffling human being she had ever encountered. One day he was manic depressive and had an Oedipus complex. The next day he displayed signs of having multiple personalities while having an obsessive-compulsive disorder. After just ten minutes today, he was offering her the view of someone with an identity crisis. She then recalled a discussion on child psychology with Professor Carter during her sophomore year. 

"In order to get attention, sometimes the child misbehaves. They feel it is the only way they are capable to get noticed. But adults do the same thing. Think about what you're wearing. Is it not to be noticed? We could come to school dressed like bums off the street but we don't. Designer jeans sure look better and we get noticed." 

Perhaps Stanley Martin wants to be noticed? Shelly held up her hand, interrupting Stanley's babble about changing his appearance so people would like him. "Excuse me Mr. Martin, I know that this is highly irregular and unprofessional but would you mind if I use the restroom?"

"Sure, be my guest."

"I do apologize," Shelly stood. "I'll be just a few minutes."

Instead of the bathroom, Shelly marched into her superiors office. "Dr. Manheim, can I speak with you regarding Stanley Martin?"

Handel finished transcribing his last thought for his new book, 'The Fallen Mighty: Psychological Traps for Corporate Executives.' His writing endeavor is what propelled him to hire Shelly and two other recent graduates but the other two were already deemed completely useless and therefore let go. 'This should be interesting.' He sat upright, keeping a neutral expression to his face. "Yes Shelly, how can I help you?"

"I believe I understand the problem with Stanley Martin and I wanted your professional opinion."

"This is most certainly asymmetrical behavior for a psychiatrist, especially since you are in a session with him right now." The normal routine for his guinea pig, in this case Shelly, would be to tell the patient and then Stanley would report to him discreetly. They would then have a good laugh over the misdiagnosis.

Shelly lowered her head slightly at his words. 'Maybe I should have waited.' She took a deep breath, 'No, I know I'm right.' Her head shot up and her posture straightened. "He is diluted."

"Please explain your hypothesis." This was new. Handel was prepared to have a laugh, but that response surprised him. 'Is it possible this woman figured it out after two and a half sessions?'

"I feel he researched psychological disorders and is acting them out in front of me."

"And how did you come to this conclusion?" Handel put his elbows on his desk and moved his folded hands to his mouth in hopes to hide his faint smile.

"It was something my psychology professor once told me about how a child sometimes misbehaves to get attention. He said adults do the same thing but on a different level. In my professional opinion, that is what Stanley Martin is doing. He is wasting my time and his by coming here once a week, let alone once a day. He doesn't need a psychiatrist – he needs a friend."

"Actually, he needs to get paid." Handel smiled as he hit the intercom button to Shelly's office. "Stan, I have your check waiting for you." Shelly just stared at her boss, her face masked with confusion. "Stanley Martin is a paid actor I employed to test you. It is something I do from time to time." Handel stood and walked around his desk. "You broke the previous record of five sessions set by Dr. Reginauld Benoit to discover he was completely full of shit. I'm amazed you pulled it off in half that time Shelly. Sorry, it just occurred that I have been calling you by the wrong name ever since you arrived with us." He extended his hand toward Shelly. "Welcome to the wonderful world of psychiatry, Dr. Sheridan."

Shelly stood there, awestruck, though she still had the good sense to put her hand into Handel's, however tentative it was. 'Did I really do something in half the time as the world renowned Dr. Reginauld Benoit?' 

"I must be losing my touch," Shelly broke out of her self-induced paralysis at the voice of Stanley Martin. "A little over two sessions... I'm kind of ashamed with myself."

"I'm sure it wasn't you, Stan," Handel chuckled. "Dr. Sheridan was valedictorian at State University. She has some intelligence on her side."

"I'll say," Stanley laughed back.

"Tell me Dr. Sheridan, what is the name of that professor you think so highly about?" Handel handed Stanley his check.

"Professor Ethan Carter."

"Hmm, never heard of him." Handel rubbed his chin, "Perhaps I should."

*

The Carrington's strode off their corporate jet into the awaiting limousine. Bruce handed Wilson a folded piece of paper, "This is where my daughter is located. Be expeditious. I don't want her to spend any more time in that uninhabitable dwelling than is necessary."

"Yes sir," Wilson, the big chauffer/bodyguard responded as he shut the door. He shook his head, doing his best to hold in a laugh as he made his way to the driver's side door. It amazed him how out of touch his boss was to anyone who belonged to a lower social class. He was proud that little Lydia didn't inherit those morals. 

That latter statement was something every member of the Carrington staff would echo. Everyone loved Lydia, perhaps because they were all surrogate parents to the child, and they only wanted her to find happiness in life.

The limousine pulled up to the townhouse. The place showed no sign of life, which worried Wilson though he showed no sign of it as he opened the back door. Bruce stepped out and tugged on his lapels. "It appears as if we arrived." He offered his hand to his wife.

Marie accepted it and as she stepped out, she realized her foot landed in something. She checked her Italian pumps to note some gum on the bottom of her left shoe. "How can people live like this?" She wiped her high heel on the curb. "Disgusting."

"Let's collect our daughter and return to the hotel before we get infected with some rampant death causing disease."

The Carrington's marched to the front door. Bruce pulled out a blue handkerchief from his suit coat pocket to use as he pushed the doorbell.

"They all moved out over a month ago," the raspy voice of Mrs. White called out. "But if you're from Publishers Clearing House, I'll gladly take the ten million dollars off your hands."

"I have never been so insulted. I am not from some sweepstakes company," Bruce huffed. "I am here to pick up my daughter."

"Which one?" Mrs. White wondered which of those girls were loaded. She was shocked that any of them were, based on how they dressed. "The nerd, the slut, or the dyke?"

"I beg your pardon?" Marie's eyes went wide, curious now at how far her daughter may have fallen.

"Certainly you cannot mean our Lydia is any of those epithets." Bruce took a forceful step forward, his fists clenched at just the thought of what this batty old woman was implying.

"You're here for Lydia? That makes sense since I couldn't see you two as the parents of Kennedy, Shelly, or Eve." Mrs. White laughed, "No one with that name has lived here before and I've lived across the street for thirty years." Both Carrington's let out a sigh of relief, knowing their daughter didn't have any of those monikers. "But there was a girl that was helping them move. Does Lydia have blonde hair and stand about this tall?" Mrs. White held her hand off the ground just above her five-foot frame.

"So you've seen her?" Marie asked almost too quickly.

"Yeah, I've seen the ditz. She came over quite often to hang out with the other three. She also helped them move out along with the lecher."

Bruce's anger returned and he took another step closer to the old woman. "I don't know who you think you are but how dare you insult my daughter in my presence."

Mrs. White smiled as she pulled out a pistol that was tucked in the waistband of her track outfit. "I'm Mrs. White and if you take one more step I'll shoot you in the head in self-defense."

Bruce was halted by her words but he was also halted by the sizeable lump now residing in his underwear. Wilson was right there, however, and as Mrs. White went to aim the weapon at Bruce, he stood in between his boss and the old woman. "Ma'am, I have to ask you to lower your weapon. If I ask again, I cannot guarantee your health," his voice was deep and deterring.

"You're a big fucker, aren't you?" Mrs. White lowered her gun. "Snobby bastard should know not to go after helpless old ladies because we aren't so helpless." 

Wilson gave a futile attempt to hide his smile at her words.

"Come on Dar-ling. I think we have taken up enough of Mrs. White's time." Marie hooked her husband's arm with hers and pulled him in the direction of the limousine. When Bruce's feet moved, the steps hastened.

Wilson shut the door and Bruce inhaled deeply, "The insolence of that barbarian. She'll be lucky if I don't sue her for everything she owns."

"But where could our Lydia be now?" Marie disregarded her husband's statement, more concerned for her daughter.

"I'm calling a private investigator, the same one we used to get that dirt on the president of the Bergeron Industries right before we took them over." Bruce flipped open his cell phone and scrolled through the contacts until he reached Charles Matthau. 

"I don't care about the cost, just find our daughter."

"He will Boopsie, he will."

*

"Ethan!" Shelly shouted, the excitement evident in her voice, as she ran through the door. Her outburst alerted the entire household as Lydia came from the kitchen, Eve and Kennedy came from the laundry room and Ethan came running down the stairs having come from the bedroom. At seeing Ethan, Shelly jumped in his arms, "I did it!"

Ethan wrapped his arms around her, "Did what?" A smile adorned his face at the rare moment that Shelly was acting like an overly giddy schoolgirl.

"Dr. Manheim referred to me as Dr. Sheridan!"

"So you figured out Stanley Martin was full of shit."

Shelly broke the embrace, "How did you know that? Did Dr. Manheim call here?"

Ethan smirked, "Dr. Manheim may have mentioned some of his human experimentations at a convention I attended a few years back in New York." He put his hand to Shelly's cheek, "I'm proud of you Dr. Sheridan. I knew you could do it." He finished by kissing her.

Shelly blushed, "I'm going to take a shower."

As she ascended the stairs, Ethan looked over the other three girls, "We're going out." Their smiles told him he made the right decision. His philosophy was to celebrate any achievement his wives accomplished, no matter how major or minor it was, and the girls loved it.

Ethan listened for the shower to begin. The orchestrator of the events that led to the five of them coming together has waited long enough to hear the three most important words from him and he was prepared to heighten her already euphoric state. He slipped into the bathroom; the sound of the water spraying on Shelly's body coupled with her jovial humming masked his entrance. He stripped naked and slipped through the curtain. He put his hands to her hips and pulled her close.

"Ah!" Shelly squealed as she spun around and playfully slapped at Ethan's chest, "You scared me." Her smile betrayed the faux anger her voice was portraying.

Ethan leaned in and gave her a brief, tender kiss to her lips, "We're going out to celebrate tonight."

Shelly wrapped her arms around Ethan, purring as she rested her head on his chest. "So my news is good enough to get me a special night?" She turned back to the water and picked up her loofa. "I like that."

Ethan reached around and grabbed the 'lady sponge' as he called it. "Please, let me."

Shelly smiled. She glanced over her shoulder as she lifted her hair to give him access. Once again, her actions contradicted her words, "You don't have to. Besides, we should hurry if we're going out."

"Nonsense," Ethan began to coat her back with the lavender scented bubbles the soap was emitting. "It is my pleasure to bathe my beautiful wife on such a wonderful day. I love you."

Shelly stood frozen; almost doubting that she heard what was spoken. Ethan acted as if nothing happened. He loved the different reactions the girls gave him and Shelly being speechless was one he never thought he'd see. He meticulously kept wiping her back until there wasn't an untouched pore of skin. He enveloped her body and began painting her stomach with body wash. He leaned in to her ear, his manhood now pressing into her derriere. "You heard me correctly. I love you."

Shelly turned her head to meet his and kissed him. Ethan was certain those were tears being mashed into his cheeks and not the running water. As their mouths aggressively fought for dominance, Shelly's tongue lashed out against his taste buds while Ethan's sporadically lunged forward, attempting light caresses to everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

Shelly was slowly getting in position. She spread her feet, inches at a time, until she had a wide base. She bent forward subtly until the kiss was broke. She smiled as she took a deep breath. "I love you too." In a flash, she bent the rest of the way forward, her torso horizontal to his. With one hand she braced the wall and with the other, she reached between her legs and grabbed the pole that was tantalizing her ass and put it directly in line with her channel.




The Professor's Accidental Harem Ch. 02



Ethan inched forward; first the crown disappeared followed by portions of his shaft. Shelly's hand was a guide, allowing her to feel the length as it passed into her and only removing it when his cock was completely buried inside her pussy. She let out a tiny gasp at the fullness the invader was causing her to feel as she put her hand on the wall, both arms stiff, her body waiting for the inevitable, the pounding it craved from the only man she wanted to give it to her.

Ethan patiently waited, knowing the anticipation only enhanced Shelly's excitement. He knew once he started, there was no stopping. She liked it hard and fast. He inhaled deeply, the lavender in the air spurring him into motion. He pulled out slightly and then rocked forward. He repeated this action before finding a rhythm. Each thrust now harder than the one prior. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her into each plunge of his dick.

"Oh yes! Fuck me!" Shelly screamed. Lydia may have been the most vocal but Shelly was the most articulate. "Pound me Baby. Ravish me!"

Ethan locked a hand into the yelling woman's hair, treating it as a lever to slam unmercifully even more length into her quim.

"Fuck yes!"

Ethan's other hand moved to the front of her body. It first went to her tits, pulling harshly on her nipples, twisting and extending the nubs as much as possible and then a little more. Moving downward, his hand reached her pussy, the driving cock causing it to reverberate in his palm. He quickly found her clit. There was no toying or rubbing, it was never needed with Shelly. His finger and thumb clamped down on her pearl, pinching it like a vice.

"Holy shit, yes! Oh my fucking God, yes!"

Shelly's body quaked, the force causing Ethan's own explosion. He buried himself one last time and held on to Shelly to prevent her collapse as her body went limp. He held her tight while completing his own deposit. Standing became too much for the couple. Ethan slid to the floor with Shelly on top of him, both gasping for air. Ethan wearily moved his foot and nudged the shower into the off position. 

Shelly giggled as she nuzzled into his neck, "I think I need another shower."

"If we don't hurry, the other three will carve us up for dinner."

"What do you mean," Shelly tilted her head, giving Ethan a gentle kiss. "I am enjoying my night out. I'm going to bed. I want to have you for dinner."

*

Bruce Carrington had his arms folded behind his back and his body tilted slightly forward as he paced around the room. Marie was sitting down at the dining table in the hotel suite watching her husband while sipping a mimosa. Both were eagerly awaiting an update from the private investigator. His earlier report said he had located Lydia and she was indeed, attending class. He had been unnoticed and intended to keep it that way. He would notify them when he found out where she was staying as well as any other relevant information he may come across about her situation.

Bruce's phone started to ring and he answered it on speaker before it could finish one chime. "Matthau," he spoke in a rushed breath.

"Mr. Carrington, I found your daughter's residence. Lydia just used a key to enter into a three bedroom home at 72 Parkington Lane."

"Let's go Boopsie."

"Wait a minute, who is this?"

"Talk to me Matthau," Bruce asked as he and Marie left the suite.

"An old black Toyota Corolla just pulled in. One moment Mr. Carrington, let me enter the license plate number into my system... Lydia is apparently living with a woman named Evelyn Johnson."

"She has a roommate." Marie let out a sigh of relief, "At least it is better than the townhouse, Dar-ling."

"If you are no longer paying for her dorm room and she isn't working, well, let's just say that in my experience Lydia is probably more than a roommate. Keep in mind that is only a speculation. I would need to investigate the matter further to be conclusive."

"No need Matthau, we're already in the limousine. Good work and the check will be sent to you immediately."

"It's always a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Carrington."

Bruce and Marie were livid and it grew exponentially until they arrived at the designated house. Bruce didn't even wait for Wilson to open the door for him as he stalked up the walkway as soon as the limousine stopped. Marie was unprepared for her husband's actions but was on his heels as he began pounding uncontrollably on the front door.

"Lydia! I know you're in there! You better open this door this instant!" Bruce yelled for the entire neighborhood to hear.

Eve opened the door, none too happy at the outburst on her front porch. "Who are you and why are you acting like an asshole on my front porch?"

"You must be Evelyn Johnson." Bruce brushed past her and into the living room.

"Hey, you have no right to barge into my house without permission. Get the fuck out before I call the police!"

"Lydia," Marie called out.

"She's in the bathroom," Eve flipped open her phone. "Now you have precisely two seconds to explain why you're here or I call the police."

"We have come to take our daughter home, to rid her of your corruptive influences once and for all," Bruce stared down Eve. 

"How did you find out about us?" Eve was flabbergasted. She and the other girls went to such great lengths to keep it a secret.

"Nothing a private investigator couldn't tell us," Bruce let out a quick chuckle knowing he was better than the woman who stood before him. "We know all about your living arrangements with our daughter and we will see to it that she is no longer corrupted by your wanton ways."

"Well you can't take her from us! We're a family."

"Us? Family?" Marie inquired. "You mean there are more living with you? What, do you just collect young impressionable girls and twist their minds until they are all like... like... like you?"

"What do you mean, like me?" Eve growled.

Bruce countered, "She means lesbian, you queer."

"I am not gay, you insensitive prick! And for your information Lydia begged to join our group!"

"Father, mother," Lydia came down the stairs. "What are you doing here?" She wanted to acknowledge Wilson as well, but made the mistake of addressing Martha in the same sentence as her father years ago and was immediately scolded and punished for having the audacity to group him in with the help.

"We're here for you," Bruce commanded.

"We're here to save you dear, by bringing you home." Marie added much more calmly. "It's time you took you're rightful spot next to us at Carrington Enterprises. This little college experiment of yours is over." 

Panic washed over Lydia and everyone saw it. "Over my dead body," Eve positioned herself in front of Lydia with her arms wide. She was prepared to fight for her friend, unsure of how to handle the big limo driver if he pressed the issue.

"Excuse me," Ethan walked through the door, "What's going on?"

Eve smiled and took a deep breath, happy she didn't have to deal with this herself. "Ethan, welcome home. These people want to take Lydia from us."

"Thanks Eve, but you don't have to stand like that." Eve lowered her arms and slowly stepped aside. "Lydia, is that what you want?" Ethan only kept her in his peripheral vision as he set down his briefcase on the coffee table, acting oblivious to the other spectators. Lydia shook her head. "I apologize but it appears that she is comfortable with her living arrangements."

"It's a man," Marie stood dumbfounded.

"Only because you brainwashed her," Bruce charged toward his daughter. His hand reached out for her arm.

Ethan went to intercept Bruce but was beaten to it by Wilson. Bruce was irate, "What are you doing Wilson? Unhand me!"

Wilson ignored the pleas of his boss as he faced the woman he helped raise. "Are you truly happy?"

Lydia was momentarily stunned at Wilson's disrespect for her father before a small smile broached her lips, "Yes I am."

"Does anyone hurt you, physically, mentally, or emotionally?"

"Of course not." It was a defiant answer.

"Last question," Wilson rolled his eyes, not even believing he was about to ask this one. "Have you been brainwashed by these people?"

Lydia giggled, "No. If anything it was the other way around."

Wilson's eyes narrowed. He believed her every word and hoped that next time he saw her he would get a clarification to that last sentence. Until then... "I apologize for laying a hand on you Mr. Carrington but according to you, my first responsibility is to protect your daughter. How I view it, that means from everyone, including you."

Ethan finished taking the final steps and stood beside Lydia. He put his arm around her waist and it gave her a contented little smile. The knowledge that all these people were willing to stand up to her parents for her sake; it was something that never happened. Her parents were always in control and this display gave her confidence. "Father, mother, this is Ethan Carter, my boyfriend. Ethan, these are my parents, Bruce and Marie Carrington."

"It is a pleasure to meet you both," Ethan held out his hand, "though boyfriend is a misnomer. I recognize Lydia as my wife and I her husband though we are not legally wed."

Both parents stood mouth agape. Instinctively, their hands reached up and shook his hand. At contact, Bruce came out of his stupor. "What do you do Mr. Carter?" He was thankful that the man before him was at the very least, a man and well-dressed man to boot, an indicator that he had a decent job.

"I'm a professor of psychology at State University. I had Lydia in one of my classes." Ethan put up his hands and smiled, "But don't misunderstand, our relationship didn't start until after the school year.  I would never date a current student of mine."

"You consider Lydia your wife after only seven weeks?" Marie's eyes narrowed.

"I see your point Mrs. Carrington, so let me explain. Lydia and I love each other and we are living together, so the easy answer is yes, I do," Ethan had to catch himself from going into a full-blown lecture. "It may be a simplistic view for the word marriage but reducing anything to the its simplest point of view also makes it less daunting. There has not even been a discussion of a wedding let alone a timetable for one so if you're worried about our words, just remember they are just words."

"And what about her," Bruce pointed to the defiant red head.

"Her is Eve," Eve smiled when Ethan acknowledged her. "Lydia had made friends during her first semester and she is one of them. She lives here with us along with Shelly and Kennedy. They needed a place to stay and Lydia, as their friend, offered here. I have to admit, the dynamic was interesting at first but we have since grown into a family." He then gestured toward the kitchen, "Why don't we adjourn to the dining room table and finish this discussion over coffee?" 

The Carrington's stayed for over an hour before dismissing themselves from the house. They still weren't happy over the arrangement but had to admit, Lydia appeared happy. They were encouraged she had friends but was weary that the man she says she loved was only a professor at a college. "She could do better," They both said in unison as they stepped into the limousine.

"Perhaps we can arrange something?" Bruce poured himself and his wife a glass of wine.

*

Ethan let out a sigh of relief when the Carrington's left. He assumed Lydia was going to be dragged out of the house while the big bodyguard would restrain him. All things considered, his first encounter with one of the girl's parents went well. He was just thankful they didn't ask for a tour of the house. 

Lydia had a huge smile on her face. It was the first time she stood up to her parents and knew she would do it again if necessary. She spoke up during their conversation at the table and was proud of herself. This was her life and it was exactly where she wanted to be.

*

The week went by slowly for Suzanne. She arrived at the Roasted Bean forty-five minutes early, too excited to be anywhere else. She ordered a large mocha latte and had a seat furthest away from anyone. After ten minutes, she realized the caffeine wasn't helping. At 9:50, she stood when she saw her former lab assistant enter with a manila folder and a huge smile. And a diamond ring on her left ring finger.

Wendy strode over to her mentor. As she sat down, she giddily announced, "Thank you Dr. Tisdale."

Suzanne sat down, "Nice ring." She didn't know whether to be excited or worried about what was about to be said. "Please tell me about your week."

Wendy looked as if she were seated on a spring as she handed the manila folder to the doctor. "I tested the serum on Trent..."

"A subject," Suzanne held up her hand as she interrupted. If this was going where she thought this was going, she didn't want to know any names.

Wendy calmed herself. She shifted in her seat to appear more professional rather than that of a junior high school student talking about her latest crush. "The first day, there were no visible signs of change in the subject. On day two, after the second dose, the subject gave me the pet name of Sweetheart and held my hand. He seemed more attuned to my suggestions and I saw him every day thereafter. By Saturday, which would be dose five, the serum was no longer required." The smile crept back onto her face, "Dr. Tisdale, the serum works and I cannot thank you enough for the gift you gave me."

Suzanne was of mixed emotions. She was ecstatic that the serum worked, validating the last five years of her existence but at what ethical cost? What Wendy implied was that she used her serum for personal gain. In this case, her shy assistant roped herself a man. She was only expecting a report that included her making some friend hop on one leg or yell some stupid phrase after being told some sort of trigger word. 

Suzanne sat in silence while she eyed Wendy carefully, each passing second making her assistant uncomfortable. She knew the young woman fidgeting in front of her was an honest, hard working person who, like herself at that age, had a difficult time with the opposite sex. Hell, she still had that problem now. Ethics were out the window anyway when she handed Wendy the vial a week ago. Suzanne came to the conclusion only two people would be affected without her control; this Trent person and Professor Ethan Carter. It was a conclusion she could live with. "Congratulations Wendy, I'm happy for you."

Wendy exhaled at that response, having been worried she overstepped her boundary. "No doctor, I'm happy for you. I know you've been waiting five years for this day."

Suzanne saw her next appointment standing at the door, looking around. "Keep me informed of new developments like side effects or if the subject returns back to his normal mental state. Congratulations once again."

Wendy took that as her cue to leave. She smiled and gave a head nod as she stood. When she started walking away, she took notice of a girl she had often seen in the laboratory. She glanced over her shoulder and confirmed the girl sat down at the table with Dr. Tisdale.

"Britney," Suzanne was overly upbeat as she started, "I was worried you might not show up but it appears that was for naught as you arrived fifteen minutes early."

"Yeah, I was debating with myself until this morning and left my house before I lost the nerve."

Suzanne chuckled, but more because the woman in front her looked as if she might spontaneously combust at how fast her body was trembling. Suzanne reached into her purse and grabbed a vial of her serum. For a fleeting moment, she thought to dismiss Britney and take Ethan for herself. It was a thought that made her wonder with possibilities. 'It can't be traced to me.' She placed the serum on the table, "As promised Britney, one vial of instant husband."

Britney's gaze was on her fidgeting fingers but it was immediately diverted, her eyes now wide as they met Dr. Tisdale's. "Excuse me?"

"You give this to Professor Cart... I mean the subject and they will be highly susceptible to your influence. Mix one eye drop full of the serum into any drink and when his body goes catatonic, give him your suggestions. After five doses, you will be in complete control."

Britney picked up the vial as if it were something to behold. The wonder of what she was being told had her afraid to breath lest she break it. "Are you serious?"

"One hundred percent," Suzanne smiled. She knew she had her. "Now all we need to discuss is payment."

Payment. That one word shook Britney to her core, her soul about to weep at being so close to her long awaited goal. "I'm sorry Dr. Tisdale, I don't have any money." She gently laid the vial back onto the table.

"I don't need money," Suzanne quickly grabbed Britney's hand before she could pull it away and put the vial back in her palm. "I need time. I need you to delay the memory enhancer."

"I can't do that!" If it weren't for Suzanne holding her hand, the vial would have crashed to the floor at Britney's outburst. "He has worked too hard and has come too far... I can't destroy his dream."

"I said delay, not stop." Suzanne offered a friendly smile. "What difference does it make when he makes his millions? Tell him there's a dangerous side effect or something. All I need is six months. I get what I want, he gets what he wants, and you Britney... You get what you desire. You get the man you love to love you unconditionally in return." She closed Britney's hand around the vial. "Are you interested in your dream life?"

*

Britney had thought all night about what was asked of her. She accepted the vial but was under no obligation if she didn't use it. She could always change her mind and return it. Sitting in her car, she was staring at her hands.  In her right: an eyedropper. In her left: a freshly prepared cup of coffee for Ethan. She first glanced to her left and then to her right to ensure no one was watching. She took a deep breath, "If this is the only way I can have you..." She squeezed the rubber tip of the eyedropper and the serum diffused with the coffee. She stirred it in and replaced the plastic top. She went inside the red bricked building that housed the laboratories to find Ethan in the process of unlocking the door.

"Good morning Ethan."

Ethan struggled with the lock before it finally gave way. "There." He took a breath as he opened the door. "I swear; how many repair requisite forms must I fill out before maintenance fixes this damn thing?" He held the door open to allow his assistant to enter. He flashed a smile, "Good morning. How are you today?"

"I'm okay."

"Did you know that o.k. is an acronym? It either stands for 'Old Kinderhook' based on the home town of Martin Van Buren or 'oll korrect' based on Andrew Jackson's crappy spelling, but I had a colleague once tell me that he believed o.k. stood for obtusely keen. It meant that the person was aware they were trying to hide their feelings so they were only okay."

"No. I'm fine, really," Britney gave a light chuckle. "Here, I got your coffee."

"Thanks," Ethan graciously accepted the cup. "You didn't have to do that. I'm not one of those bosses that make their assistants bring them coffee. I am just as happy with the garbage that the University serves in the cafeteria."

"Maybe," Britney kept her eyes on Ethan as he made his way to his desk. "But that tastes so much better."

Ethan took a drink, "No arguments here."

Ethan went to work on his laptop, still mulling over his presentation. Britney pretended to be pouring over more analysis but was actually watching her boss. Then she saw it. After a half hour of him sipping the coffee he stopped moving. He just sat there and it appeared that his eyes were glazed over. Britney rushed over to his side. "Ethan?" 





The Professor's Accidental Harem Ch. 02



Nothing.

Britney was excited and nervous at the same time. It worked just as Dr. Tisdale said it would. Her mind went blank at seeing him like this. "Um. Uh. Um." The words she had rehearsed abandoned her. She had to hurry. She had no idea how long the trance would last. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. Upon reopening her eyes, it came to her. It was so basic. No speech was needed. Just three words were required. "You love me," they came out soft but audible. After all, she didn't want to change the personality of the one she loved; she only wanted reciprocation.

Several minutes passed before Ethan blinked a few times and shook his head. "My presentation must really suck if I can zone out like that." He clicked for it to start from the beginning, this time rubbing his temples as he watched.

Britney sat at her desk, grateful he came to, hoping that this day was the start of the rest of her life.

Ethan tried to concentrate on work. It didn't happen. He didn't zone out again but he couldn't focus. How could he when in his peripheral vision was Britney. He felt like he did when he met Suzie Perkins in the tenth grade. He was helpless then and it was the same now. Every movement was mesmerizing. The way she smiled. The way her eyes gleamed. The way she tussled her hair in thought. He was paralyzed. When the workday finally came to a close, he had accomplished nothing. He hurried home and the girls took notice that he was quiet all throughout dinner.

"What's wrong?" Kennedy asked.

"Bad day at work?" Eve added as she took a drink of cola.

This is exactly what was bothering Ethan. Why would he start having feelings for Britney when he loved the four lovely ladies surrounding him? His feelings hadn't changed for them; it's just they now included someone else.

"Perhaps a good night's sleep is what I need." Ethan offered a smile as he took his plate to the sink. When he turned back, the four women were standing in a line. He chuckled to himself at the sight and gave each their goodnight kiss.

"Wow," Shelly shook her head. "Something must be bothering you. Lydia's kisses are never that short."

Ethan let out a nervous laugh with a quick rub of his temples. "Yeah, well, goodnight ladies. I love you."

Ethan awoke with a start. Surrounding him was darkness. Darkness and four females in their respective cuddle spots. Apparently, even sleep could not provide solace as for the reason for his awakening was a dream. More precise would be because of the result of that dream. At twenty-nine, he couldn't even remember the last time he had a wet dream but here he was, lying in a pile of willing women having a climatic dream starring none other than his assistant, Britney. He moved the only part of his body he could, his head. He glanced at the clock to note the big bright red numbers were signifying it was two in the morning and then he rubbed his brow on the pillow to brush the sweat that had accumulated there. "I have it bad for this one," He whispered to no one as he shook his head before falling back asleep.

Britney arrived to work bright and early. In one hand, a cup of fresh brewed coffee and in the other an eye dropper of serum. It seemed easier from yesterday, as if she was simply adding some creamer. As she made her way into the building, she wondered what effects the serum would induce today. This morning was more the typical affair. Britney had to wait by the door for Ethan. He tended to be a few minutes late and it was always the snooze button on his alarm clock's fault. It was just another one of his charms that she adored. A couple minutes transpired before she heard his quickened footfalls coming down the hallway.

"Morning Britney," Ethan put his key in the lock. "Sorry I'm late; damn snooze button got me again." He opened the door to let her inside.

"Not a problem, I wasn't waiting too long." As Britney entered, she let out a small giggle in response to Ethan putting his hand on her lower back. It was an action he had never did before.

"I take it things are better for you?"

"Why do you say that?"

"You're amused about something. The complete opposite to the anxious mess you were yesterday."

"Is it that obvious?" Britney slightly tilted her head.

Their eyes locked as Ethan turned to face her. "Yes." He leaned in with every intention of kissing her. He inched closer before he noticed a hair out of place. He moved his hand to her cheek and gently tucked the stray tendril behind her ear. Just like Shelly. He stopped his advance at the thought. He smiled and went to turn away.

"Here," Britney was disappointed and excited all at once. Disappointed she didn't get the kiss but excited that his resolve was crumbling. "I got you another coffee this morning."

"Thank you. I suppose tomorrow I should return the favor."

"No," Britney spoke almost too quickly. After all, she still needed to give him three more doses. "I don't mind, really. Besides, it would just make you more late."

"Well I do appreciate it, Honey." Ethan froze when he spoke that last word. Did he just say that? "Uh... I mean... Um... Sorry. I didn't mean..."

"It's all right Ethan," Britney interrupted. "You can call me that. I don't mind."

"I shouldn't," Ethan shook his head. "It's not ethical in our relationship."

"Don't worry," Britney encouraged. "No one will find out and I promise not to file any sexual harassment complaints."

Ethan laughed before taking a drink of coffee. "Still, I'll try to be more careful."

Thirty minutes later, Ethan was catatonic. Britney was surer of herself as she fluidly moved to his side. Without hesitation, she straddled him and wrapped her arms around him, inhaling his scent as she nuzzled his neck. She was loving the feel of his body nestled with hers but based on yesterday, she knew time was short. She removed herself from his lap and took a step towards her workstation before realizing she almost forgot the most important part. She turned on her heels and leaned into his ear, "You love me," she smiled at the thought. With that, she hastened to her desk. Right as she sat, Ethan shook his head, finally coming out of his stupor.

The rest of the day went exactly as the day prior, except Ethan blatantly stared at his assistant and Britney treasured every minute of it.

*

"Delores, get me Charles Pennington of the Lysengic Corporation on the line." Bruce let go of the call button to hear a very firm "Yes sir" from his secretary. "Are you sure Craig Pennington is who want for our Lydia, Boopsie?" He turned in his chair to view his wife who was gazing out of the seventieth floor window of the skyscraper their main office was located.

"Of course Dar-ling." Marie gave a haughty laugh as she turned toward him. "Lydia gets married to someone respectable, the Pennington's get Lydia, and we get a foothold into the top manufacturer of machine software in the world. It's one of those rare deals in which everyone wins."

"How do we convince our stubborn daughter?"

"She says she loves this man... this teacher. We simply inform the University of their indiscretions.  That professor says their relationship don't affect the University because it started after she passed his class... How laughable! Our money will make it matter to the board of trustees. Lydia will marry Craig to save that man's job. Simple." Marie gave a sinister smile. "Now tell me how you propose to manipulate Charles to have his son and heir to the Lysengic Corporation to agree to wed our Lydia?"

"Sir," Delores' voice interrupted. "I have Mr. Pennington on the phone."

Bruce gave an equally evil smile as he hit the speaker button. "Charles, how good to hear from you."

"Yes, always a pleasure Bruce. Now what do can I do for you?"

"I was just calling to notify you that Carrington Enterprises will unfortunately be unable to ship to your factories."

"Well if you are unable to, I suppose we'll have to go with Stevens International, though I believe your product to be superior."



"It is," Bruce laughed. "But I must also inform you Stevens International is now a part of Carrington Enterprises. They contacted us this morning and gave an offer that quite frankly we couldn't refuse."

"But that will cripple us. You know we are in a major deal with Japan." Charles was now frantic. "If we can't have those parts we'll be forced..."

"So how is your son, Craig, doing these days?" Bruce interrupted.

"Craig?" The shock was evident in Charles' voice at the subject change. "What does he have to do with..."

"Children grow up so fast," Bruce once again interjected. "Take our little Lydia for example. She's already in her sophomore year of college and ready to get married. She just needs to find the right man. Your son is what, twenty-three? I'm sure he will make some woman very proud. I hope there's a company for him to run when he gets older."

"Are you saying that if our children marry you'll still sell to our factories?"

"No. These two issues are separate. I was merely inquiring on how Craig was doing. However, I do suppose that I would want my daughter to be well provided for if that were the case."

Charles could read between the lines. It was crystal clear. "When would you like to hold the wedding?"

"I'll get back to you on that," Bruce laughed. "Oh, and I no longer see it as a problem to ship to your factories. It was just a fleeting notion of mine to try to cut down on transportation costs. Have a good day Charles." Bruce hung up the phone without waiting for a response.

"Bra-vo Dar-ling," Marie clapped. "That conversation belongs in the Louvre."

*

After three days of Ethan's melancholy attitude, the girls had had enough. Shelly had a plan. They would all wear the provocative dresses Ethan had purchased. Lydia would prepare his favorite meal, Kennedy bought the wine, and Eve was to be herself and entice Ethan by whatever means necessary. And if none of that worked, they would resort to plan B. Again.

Ethan was completely lost in his emotions. He was on his fourth day of being in love with five women. He didn't know what to do. The only reason Shelly, Eve, Kennedy, and Lydia tolerated each other because they made a pact. He doubted they would accept Britney. Could he possibly deny the yearning in his heart for his assistant? He trudged into the house with his head held low.

"Hi husband!" The quartet greeted as soon as the door opened.

Ethan's head jerked up, "Ladies, you all look ravishing. Who are we celebrating?"

"Why you of course," Shelly smiled.

Eve kissed him, mashing her body into his while her hand reached between his legs. "You've been so down lately; your wives want to cheer you up." She pulled away as she took Ethan's hand. "So c'mon, Lydia made a roast." She didn't give him a chance to answer as she dragged him to the kitchen table.

Halfway through dinner, Ethan shook his head and chuckled. He was convinced. Though he didn't know what to do about the Britney situation, he was prepared to enjoy this evening. He still loved the quartet and decided to let his distractions go until tomorrow when he would openly talk to his assistant. "Thank you, ladies. I promise I'll try to be better from now on."

As dinner ended, Shelly went to the stereo and the sound of Ethan's swinging jazz playlist filled the air.

"I don't know how you can listen to this," Eve snickered.

"I agree," Kennedy added. "But I still want to dance." 

Kennedy pulled Ethan up from his seat and positioned him in the center of the living room. She gyrated her body against his. Eve came up behind him and did the same. Almost immediately, Shelly and Lydia flanked his left and right, encircling him in a circle of female flesh. Every song, Ethan pivoted to change who was in front of him, the last being Shelly. After the first round, the girls stepped it up a notch.

"Are you ready big boy?" Shelly finished by nibbling at his ear.

"For what?"

Without warning, Shelly pushed him toward the couch. The momentum carried him until the back of his legs hit the base and he fell onto it making an "Umph" sound. He had a confused look about him until he became aware that the four were facing him, swaying sexily to the music. It was a striptease. All four at once. Immediately Ethan took notice of the differences.

Shelly was clinical. She rocked slowly on the balls of her feet as she first removed one strap of the dress and then the second. There were no wasted movements as she unzipped the zipper and as she stepped out of her black dress, she folded it and placed it neatly on the coffee table. She then slipped effortlessly out of her panties before unclasping her bra. They too were folded and placed on top of her dress.

Kennedy was a fit of giggles and the complete opposite of Shelly. Her arms flailed, her legs kicked out, she spun like a top, and she lost her balance more times than Ethan could count. Through it all, she had a hard time removing her clothes, as her fingers would miss the straps and the zipper of her dress and then later taking several attempts to unhook her bra, each fumble bringing on another burst of laughter. The coup de gras was when she went to remove her panties – her foot got caught and she fell unceremoniously to the floor in complete hysterics.

Eve was confident as her hands pressed against her body. Just with her motions, she was able to remove the straps of her dress. She turned around and briefly bent over, offering Ethan quick view of her panty less pussy. She glanced over her shoulder with a sultry smile as she put her hand to her zipper. Rather than pull it down, she allowed her movements to do it. Each sway of her hips forced another inch of concealed flesh to magically come into view until at last the zipper finished its destination. She spun around and, with a flip of her hair, her hands released the fabric and the dress caved to the floor.

Lydia didn't have a clue as to what to do, but it worked in her favor. Her body slowly swayed to the music as her hands moved at the same speed. She was tentative when she removed the straps to her dress and pulled down the zipper. She gave a leisurely twirl and ended with her back to Ethan. Her unhurried technique turned out to be seductive as she slipped out of her thong and bra. She turned back toward the man she loved and with big doe eyes, she put her index finger to her lips, lightly nibbling it in hopes of approval that she did her striptease right.

"Wow ladies, that was fantastic," Ethan clapped his hands.

"We aren't done with you yet," Eve sauntered over and she was quickly accompanied by her fellow conspirators.

Eve and Kennedy dropped to their knees and seemed like they couldn't get Ethan's pants and boxers off fast enough. His cock was already standing at attention and the girls licked their lips at the sight. They both had the same thought and their heads nearly collided before they giggled at each other. No words were needed as they each changed direction and began licking a side of the shaft before them.

Shelly and Lydia each took a side on the couch. Lydia turned his head toward her and kissed Ethan. She had missed their longer kisses the past few days and was determined to make up for the loss of opportunity. Her mouth opened slightly and she smiled when he accepted that invitation. She pressed her body against him, begging for the kiss to last forever. It was the most aggressive she has ever been, always letting Ethan lead the way.

Shelly wanted to be touched. That was the worst part about the distance Ethan had exhibited. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her body. Just as she planned, Ethan immediately began a soft caress of her skin. His fingers explored where his vision could not see, and because of Lydia, that was everywhere. His right hand had free reign and he used that to mold and shape each breast before tweaking her nipples. His left hand was more constricted with how they were positioned but it was clear it was trying to head south. She shifted slightly and suddenly he was there. He moved slowly at first, using only his middle finger to slice through her folds. She was already wet with four days of pent up frustration and he quickly moved his thumb to her pearl. She started to rotate her hips with his ministrations.

Kennedy and Eve were having a wordless debate over who was going first. With three shakes of their respective hands, Eve laid out paper as Kennedy's fingers formed a pair of scissors. Kennedy stood quickly and positioned herself over Ethan reverse cowgirl while Eve slithered to the floor. As Kennedy sunk on his manhood, Eve raised her head to lick at Ethan's balls, one of her hands immediately diving between her legs and the other out to fondle her own breasts. Her well-practiced fingers expertly knew where to start. With one hand, she grasped at her nipples before she began rubbing her tits in earnest. Her other hand pinched her clit and then plunged two fingers into her aching slit.

Lydia was loving her everlasting kiss. The feel of Ethan's tongue gently gliding against her taste buds was sending electricity throughout her body. She was becoming overwhelmed with desire but knew she was always the last one to have Ethan's manhood. It was how she wanted it. That way she could have him as long as she'd like without the other three rushing her for their turn. But still, that didn't help now so to help stimulate her body she began rubbing up and down along her man's arm, desperate for more contact.

Kennedy was pulling out every trick she had. Her tempo constantly changed from fast to slow and then back to fast again. She gyrated her body, causing Ethan to stimulate multiple places in her pussy. She grinded her pelvis into his every few strokes. As she pulled up, she put her hand down just so she could rub the underside of his shaft. With all the stimulation, her orgasm was imminent.

Shelly was becoming a woman possessed as she rode Ethan's hand. Her head fell into the crook of his neck as she was already on the brink of her first orgasm of the night. She knew that this was just going to be a precursor to the main event, Ethan's cock, but that didn't mean she couldn't fully enjoy herself in this position. "Fuck Ethan, this is so good," She moaned into his ear.

The air was shattered by the sound of three women exploding in ecstasy almost simultaneously. Eve let out a slight moan, but Ethan was used to her near silence by now. Shelly spasmed on Ethan's hand and began panting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," repeatedly. He knew it would be much worse when she had her turn on his pole. Kennedy was wailing her pleasure as her quim began squeezing at his dick. 

Ethan was close. He knew as soon as Kennedy rode out her orgasm, the girls would grab him by the base and slow him down before someone else got their turn, but it didn't stop the pleasure he was feeling at that moment. His eyes were shut as he broke the kiss with Lydia, "Oh Britney," He moaned out.

With that, all movement ceased. Silence ensued. Ethan cringed as he creaked open one of his eyelids to see four pairs of eyes full of fire and brimstone staring back at him. He hung his head, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Eve snarled. 

"Girls. Bedroom. Now." Shelly demanded and then glared hard at Ethan. "Enjoy the couch."

Ethan let out a frustrated sigh as the four women made their way up the stairs. He honestly felt he didn't even deserve to be in the spare bedroom and decided to take up Shelly's offer to stay on the couch. At least she didn't kick him to the curb. He pulled the afghan from the back of the couch and lay down. Sleep was not going to be easy tonight. He kept rubbing his temples hoping a solution would present itself.

*

Kennedy slammed the door and then sat on the bed with Eve and Lydia. Shelly was pacing, her hand to her chin as she tried to push her rage aside to determine a plan of action.




The Professor's Accidental Harem



Shelly responded, "I was curious if you realized how happy we were? How happy you made us?"

I didn't like the word "made" in that question, albeit somewhat true. "What did I do?" Please don't tell me you enjoy not having any memories.

"When that idiot delivery boy showed up, he said something that really pleased us and it's because of you."

Oh shit. Mental note: handle every knock on the door personally. "What did he say?" I gulped, fearing this answer.

"He asked us if this was the Carter residence. Since your last name is Carter, we said yes."

Simple enough. "And that made you happy how?"

"If this is the Carter residence and since we're all here, that means we're all Carter's. Kennedy Carter, Lydia Carter, Eve Carter, and Shelly Carter. We're a family. We're all sisters and you're the one, like the story you had us read. You laughed, you smiled, and you certainly are attractive. The story said if you find a love like that, don't ever let it go. That makes you our husband." 

Shelly said it with such satisfaction, I was touched. I still choked on my pizza, but I was touched. The four looked so pleased, I didn't rebuke the statement. If I did, I knew I would have four crying girls to contend with or four pissed off girls to contend with, or worse, four pissed off crying girls. Why bother? Hopefully tomorrow all would be well.

After pizza, we watched a movie on television, a romantic comedy. Not my selection. A few minutes in, my back was really starting to hurt from being in that damn computer chair all afternoon. I felt it coming for a while now and did my best to ignore it, until now. I finally asked Shelly if she minded if I sat in the space on the loveseat next to her. Well, that made her day. Her smile was the picture of exuberance. She slid over as far as she could to make sure I had plenty of space to be comfortable. Within a minute of me sitting, however, that space vanished. Shelly was completely cuddled with me. Her arm wrapped in mine with her head on my shoulder. This was what I was afraid of.

Thirty minutes of this and Shelly got up to use the restroom. As soon as she reached the hall, I wanted to put my legs up on my side. That should create enough separation. Shelly went down the hall and I went to reposition my legs and was immediately stopped by Kennedy. She took Shelly's place and cuddled up next to me. I was worried Shelly was going to explode when she reentered the room and I was going to have to call the police. Then I would be in for some serious cuddling with a man named Bubba. I heard her footsteps coming up the hall. I tensed. I had nothing to fear as she just sat where Kennedy was. I exhaled deeply. Thank goodness for no infighting amongst the "sisters". Like clockwork, every thirty minutes there was a different girl by my side, the last being Eve. After the last transition, I had to ask.

"When did you girls plan this?" I whispered.

Eve lifted her head from its resting spot on my shoulder and looked up at me with those glittering emerald green eyes and smiled. She was beautiful. Our eyes locked for a moment before she rested her head lovingly back on my shoulder. I looked up and realized the other three girls had noticed. The amber eyes of Kennedy, the sapphire blues of Lydia, and Shelly's sultry browns were staring with curiosity. I smiled and nodded at them and returned my attention to watching the movie. This was definitely planned. Oh well, just got to make it through the night.

We watched another romantic comedy - again, not my pick. In their defense, I never asked for the remote, being distracted. First by trying to figure out what in my formula failed followed shortly by trying to keep my libido in check while having a young co-ed draped all over me. This movie starred Julia Roberts, and really, how many of those has she made. The girls kept switching places until it was finally over. It was getting late and it had been a long day.

"All right ladies, I think it's time to say goodnight. Sorry, my bed isn't that big. So why don't two of you sleep in there, one take the couch, and the other curl up on the loveseat. I'll sleep on the floor."

"We couldn't possibly kick our husband out of his bed," Kennedy said and the others immediately agreed.

I countered, "Now, now, what kind of husband would I be if I made one of my wives sleep on the floor?" I knew I was sleeping on the floor. No way was I going to sleep with a student, let alone one in this state of mind, or lack thereof. "So how you decide who sleeps where is up to you. I'll get some extra blankets."

I took two steps and was tackled. All four found a spot on my face to kiss while all eight of their arms desperately tried to embrace any part of my body they could grasp.

"Ladies. Ladies." My voice was muffled. "Ladies!" I exclaimed. The quartet finally relented their assault. "What was that for?"

Lydia was the first to chime in. "That was the first time you referred to us as your wives."

"Yeah, you deserved a reward," Shelly added.

"If not a reward, then at least a goodnight kiss," Eve whispered and then kissed me again, followed rapidly by the rest of them.

"Stop. Please stop," I begged.

They pulled back again. "No." All four spoke in unison and began to dive back toward my face.

"Wait. What if I give each of you a goodnight kiss?" At this point, I was not above bribing them. "Will you let me go to sleep then?"

They looked amongst themselves, seemingly asking each other through telepathy, and then back at me. I thought their heads were going to fall off at the speed they were shaking their heads yes. It must have been the idea that I was going to initiate the kiss that they loved.

I got up slowly, cautiously, trying to get my bearings back from being mauled by four lionesses on the prowl. "Let me go get the blankets and I'll kiss you when I get back." I went into my bedroom to change into a t-shirt and a fresh pair of boxers. As I reached the closet in the hall that held all my extra linens, I could hear them whispering to each other. I wonder what they're up to now. I filled my arms with every available sheet and blanket I owned, but being a bachelor, it wasn't much. I dropped it all when I entered the living room. "Why are all of you naked?" I shouted in surprise.

They all briefly laughed at my disposition before Kennedy spoke, "We didn't want to wear the clothes we wore all day to bed. Since we don't have any other attire, this is what we decided." They all giggled.

"Do our bare bodies bother our handsome husband?" Lydia asked. They all began biting their lower lip waiting for my response.

How do I respond to that? Say yes and they get upset and I'm back to the scenario of four pissed off crying girls or say no and have a college professor's house full of naked students running around in it. The university would just love to hear about this. What the fuck?

"No, your bodies are exquisite." Relief fell upon the quartet. If I'm going to be fired anyway, I might as well have a great view. "I need to go to bed now, okay ladies."

"Yeah, we're tired too, but we're waiting for our goodnight kiss from the man we love," Shelly said as she provocatively sauntered in my direction.

Oh shit, I forgot about that. My God, they are so nude. Okay, four kisses and I can sleep. Four kisses and I can sleep. Four kisses and I can sleep. It became my mantra. I took a deep breath. Yes, I can do this without molesting one of them. I quickly pecked Shelly on the lips. "Goodnight Shelly."

"That wasn't proper for a wife that was more like a kiss you give your grandmother." Shelly pouted and then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me softly and sensually while grinding herself into me. After a couple of tries, she finally broke through the barrier my lips were making. Her tongue snaked in and did a dance. Shelly then released me and gave me a seductive smile. "Goodnight husband." She then walked past me, presumably to the bedroom.

Kennedy was on me in a heartbeat, giving no time for me to digest what transpired. Her kiss was hard and passionate. She was definitely the aggressor as her tongue seemed to find my tonsils. Her hands went to my ass and pulled me into her. I could feel the heat coming from between her legs and my hands, acting on their own volition slowly made their way to her hips.

When she let go, Eve jumped in my arms, almost knocking me down as I caught her. Her legs engulfed my waist and if I didn't have my boxers on, I would have easily entered her. She landed the jump perfectly. She was a ball of energy as her kiss wasn't just a kiss. It was a myriad of kisses and little nips all over my neck and lips, each bringing its own sexual intensity. When she was done, she slid to her knees and placed one more kiss lovingly on my covered cock as well.

Lastly was Lydia. I knew her to be shy, but all molds of who they were seemingly shattered since, let's say one o'clock this afternoon. She spoke to me more tonight than she has all semester. However, it did appear she was reverting back to her former self. I was hopeful that this was a good sign and thankful for the reprieve her shyness was affording me as she timidly stepped in front of me.

I lifted her chin. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I looked at her questioningly. "We don't have to..."

Lydia put her finger to my lips. "Please kiss me. Properly."

I lowered my lips to hers. I kissed her slowly until her mouth opened slightly. My tongue went in and explored briefly before caressing and gliding over her taste buds. It entwined with hers and a bolt of electricity seemed to course through our veins. My hands actively rubbed the sides of her lithe body. We didn't need to gyrate against each other; we just stood and enjoyed our moment of heaven. Lydia let me kiss her. Shelly might have, but I was still in shock. All my inhibitions were gone with this blonde beauty in my arms. I began guiding her slowly backward toward the couch. I was going to make love to her. When my legs bumped up against it, my eyes peeled open and I suddenly realized who I was kissing, my student. Oh shit. I snapped back to my senses. I pulled back and broke the kiss. Her mouth was still moving, almost pleading with me to continue, not wanting the sensation to disappear.

"Good night Lydia." I broke her trance. "I hope that was proper enough for you."

Lydia nodded and tried to speak. Her words were mumbled but I did make out the word perfect before she scampered down the hall. I turned around and I realized I was alone. Thank my lucky stars. I put a blanket and a pillow on each couch and all remaining linens on the floor with top cover being a sheet. I wanted to try and make my bed as comfortable as possible, knowing full well there was nothing preventing my back from being as stiff as a two by four come morning. I went into the kitchen and grabbed some ice cubes and stuffed them down my boxers. 

"Ah, cold," I gasped aloud as the chill had the desired affect I needed.

"You know as wives we would've taken care of that for you." The seductive voice startled me as I jumped a little and dropped the melting ice cubes to the floor. I turned and saw Shelly leaning against the doorjamb, playing the part of the enticing temptress to perfection.

"Not tonight. I really need to sleep." I bent down to pick up what was left of the ice cubes.

"Have it your way, just know we are here to take care of your every need," Shelly emphasized the word every.

"I appreciate that." I gave a smile and she turned to leave. "Hey Shelly?" 

She spun around slowly, flaunting her body to me. "Yes my love?"

"Just out of curiosity, how did sleeping arrangements get determined?" If I figure how their minds operate, I might be able to outsmart their future collusions.

"Oh that was easy. The girls with the biggest breast sizes get to sleep in the same room as you. Goodnight."

I was paralyzed for at least a minute before I meekly responded, "Goodnight." She was already gone, but I said it anyway as my mind was catching up with reality after the unexpected confession. One night. Just one night and it will all be over. I went into the living room to see Shelly on the couch and Lydia with her small stature curled up perfectly on the loveseat. I flipped off the light switch and tucked them in. They appeared so peaceful. I lay down wearily on my makeshift bed. It was a truly long day. Annie better be right. The sun better come out tomorrow. If not, one thing is for sure: without knowing where they live, I'm going to have to buy them some clothes. Specifically pajamas. Not sure how long my resolve will last if their prancing around in the buff demanding "proper" kisses. I already feel ashamed for almost taking advantage of Lydia. That really was close.

I opened my eyes to the darkness. I woke up from a true fantasy of a dream to a real live nightmare. Both involved four naked women cuddling with me. There was a head on each of my shoulders with their arms wrapped around mine. There were two more heads on my stomach with their arms wrapped around my legs. I could feel the warmth of flesh against my body as I hear the sounds of their rhythmic breathing. I was trapped as their collective weights pin each of my limbs. This is worse (or better?) than a straight jacket. I suppose most guys would dream about this, hell I was, but the reality is I'm going to be fired, I'm going to hell, and if I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be forced to shit my pants. Just living the dream. I have to make this right. 

I woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast. There's a conversation between two girls in the distance. My eyes fluttered open and I was immediately alarmed as two sets of eyes were staring at me, mere inches from my head. "Good morning Eve, Kennedy."

"Good morning our husband," Eve stated. "Sleep well?"

"Not bad," I said as I rotated my hips and cracked my back.

They both took a turn kissing me.

"Is our man up yet?" Shelly called from the kitchen. "Because breakfast is ready."

I sighed. All this means their memories aren't back yet. "Okay ladies, what smells so good?"

The five of us convened at my small dining room table. The omelets were good but the view was extremely delectable. They weren't nude, but the four were sitting around in only their underwear. Very revealing, very sheer underwear. I have to do something about their wardrobe.

"So, who made the omelets?"

Lydia shyly raised her hand.

"It's very good Lydia." Her grin went ear to ear at the compliment. I don't have any cookbooks so this must be from her prior life. "So does your cooking only extend to eggs?"

"No, I can cook lots of stuff." Lydia's excitement grew tenfold.

"Really? Who taught you how?" I prayed she knew the answer.

Lydia bit her lower lip and looked at the others for help, unsure of how to respond. "I...I...I don't know." She put her head in her hands.

If I didn't know better, the look she had gave me the impression she was hiding something. I went to her and immersed her small frame in my arms. "It's alright. It's not important." I needed to keep the status quo. Still didn't want any crying girls. Besides, I was happy she remembered something. Time to change the subject. "Anyways, I have a great day planned. First we're going to go to the mall and get you four some clothes. Afterwards, I'm going to take you all out to a nice dinner."

A loud screech filled the room. "Shopping and dinner? You really know how to treat your wives," Eve said exuberantly.

I took them to a mall an hour away. Someone would probably recognize us at the one ten minutes from campus. We strolled in arm in arm in arm in arm in arm, with me in the middle. I was the envy of every male in the building and I received disgusted looks from every woman we passed. My girls still kept switching out who was closest to me every thirty minutes. We went to all the big retail stores and we were at the mall all day as it took them forever to pick out their couple outfits a piece I promised. The only time they were out of my sight was when they went to the changing rooms, and they had to do that together. I didn't want another incident like what happened with Shelly and the poor delivery guy. He's still probably confused about what occurred. And why did they have to go to the changing rooms together? Really, all four together? Why? They make me nervous as to what they could be scheming when they are alone together.

Inevitably, the question came. We were on our seventh department store and the older sales clerk was looking at us quizzically as we stood in line. As the line dissolved, the girls had moved over to a nearby jewelry counter. The cashier was ringing up $1500 worth of merchandise and couldn't help herself. "I'm sorry, I have to ask, how do you know those four to spend this much money on them?"

"You mean one guy and four girls?" I stall.

"It seems kind of unusual."

"Well..."

Shelly loudly cut me off. "We're all married! One husband, four wives." She turned my head and kissed me deeply. "I'm going back over to my sisters."

I shook my head and handed my credit card over.

"You should be ashamed of yourself and what you are doing to those girls," The elder woman admonished.

"It's not like that."

"Oh, so you're just using them, playing with their emotions."

She wants to belittle me without knowledge of the situation. "Ladies." The quartet rushed over and gazed at me expectantly. "This woman feels I'm using you." I'm not sure what I want to accomplish by calling them over, but if we are all going to be verbally attacked, they should at least be aware.

"Oh no Miss, we're using him," Kennedy replied.

That was surprisingly mild.

"Yeah, we're using him for this." Eve grabbed my manhood.

The exasperated look on her face was priceless.

That's my girls. "Have a nice day," I said as I slid my credit card back into my wallet and grabbed the bags. Not that I condoned having my students draped over me, not now, not ever, but damn that senile old hag.

It was going on 8 pm and we were all famished. I had made reservations for 9 pm at a high end restaurant in the area. Being consumed by work, it's been a long time since I took a girl out, let alone four. I figured I might as well splurge tonight since I'll be fired in the next couple of days. I spent all day in my white button down shirt and black slacks. The girls changed their attire in the last changing room. They looked spectacular.

The four wore matching dresses with heels. The dresses had spaghetti straps over the shoulders, the fabric tight to the body with the length stopping just short of the knee. Shelly's was black, giving her the traditional little black dress look. Eve wore red and gave her the appearance of a scaled down Jessica Rabbit. Kennedy's was yellow and she reminded me of a sunflower. Lydia wore white, and with her blonde hair, I mistook her for an angel. They were classy, not slutty, and for the first time in this unusual situation I felt something other than a need to fix something or protect them from, well life. No, right now I felt honored to have these beauties in my arms.

The hostess sat us and I tried opening the conversation about hobbies I knew the girls had, which was pretty much Kennedy was in softball, Lydia's cooking, and Shelly wanting to be valedictorian. Shelly dismissed it, saying she didn't know what that was. Lydia opened up but it just made us hungrier. Kennedy, however, really got into it, though she could only talk about the baseball games she watched on this morning's sports highlight show. I may be completely enthralled in my work, but I do like sports so it was nice to be at dinner and not have to talk psychology with a board of trustee's member. Soon our waitress appeared.

"Professor Carter." It was spoken as both a question and a statement. I turned my head to our waitress, a curly haired brunette named Britney Stillman who also happened to be a former student of mine. She did not look pleased.




The Professor's Accidental Harem



"Britney, hi, how are you doing?" I tried to sound upbeat.

"How am I doing?" She repeated in a huff. "I'm a fucking waitress thanks to you." She was not being subtle.

"Excuse me?" I was utterly stumped.

"Do you have any clue what I majored in?" Britney had her hands on her hips and her foot was tapping with an angry cadence.

"Psychology. I remember you had good enough grades to be my lab assistant your senior year."

"Yeah, psychology, I switched majors from mathematics after I fell in love my freshman year. I took every course you offered and worked really hard so you'd notice me. Then I heard you were one of the ethical and moral professor's that didn't date students. That made me love you more. I became your lab assistant, flirted incessantly, and hoped. I threw myself at you but you never tried. Didn't look my way once. And so I graduated with a degree in psychology. Do you know how few psychologist practices there are around here? Answer, very few. And now I see you out with girls. What is she like twelve?" She pointed at Lydia. "Was I that undesirable? Did I need three other girls for you to accept me?"

My eyes went wide, my mouth hung open, and my tongue was tied as this young woman bared her soul to me.

Eve answered for me, "Actually, all four of us were born yesterday at one in the afternoon. That makes all of us about 32 hours old and I'll have the chicken marsala, that sounds yummy."

"Honestly," Shelly then started.

I immediately thought oh shit. 

Shelly continued, "We're sisters and all five us are a part of the Carter family." She spoke maturely and how she phrased her words, it was accurate to their beliefs but vague enough to be interpreted differently. It was an unexpected description. Nothing about them being my wives. It was exactly what the situation called for.

Britney was now blushing. "Family?" She mumbled almost incoherently.

I hated lying, but this opening gave me an opportunity to diffuse this ticking time bomb. "Yeah, our parents were unable to have kids so they adopted. We're celebrating that day, which was yesterday. Essentially our birthdays."

"Hello, I'm George, the dining room manager, is everything alright over here?" An older gentleman came to the table.

"Of course sir," I answered. "This fine young lady you have employed here is doing an outstanding job." I felt complimenting her was the least I could do after her tirade.

"Sir, do mind if I trade tables with Mary?" Britney was barely audible as she asked her boss.

He looked at her and could see she was shaken up. "Go ahead," He whispered and then to me in a more happy tone, "Sir, unfortunately I have to steal Britney away for a few minutes. Instead of you waiting, I'll send Mary over to take care of you."

Dinner was excellent, as we all ordered something different. The girls took turns feeding me some of their entrees. I filled up on more of their dinners than my own. And the chicken marsala was yummy. While we were waiting for our shared dessert, I needed to use the restroom. On my way, I saw Britney punching in an order.

"Hello Britney."

"Professor, I'm so sorry." The poor woman was on the verge of tears at just the sight of me again.

"No, its fine, really. I had no idea you felt that way. I'm so wrapped up in my work, I never... I apologize that it worked out this way for you."

"It's not your fault."

"Did you enjoy psychology?" I inquired. "Is it still something you'd want to do?"

"I did, but it's a tough field to get into. I didn't realize how difficult it was." Britney really sounded crestfallen. "Listen Professor, I've made my choices and I've accepted the results."

"Well, I do have an opening in my lab I was going to offer you, but if you're happy here..." I let my voice tail off at the end as I took a halfhearted step away.

"No, no, I'll take it." Britney almost jumped in excitement as she reached for my arm.

"It doesn't pay great, and if you live out here, I'm not sure it would be worth the hour drive, but it will get your foot in the door and allow you to develop contacts. As for everything else you've said, well, I don't mix work with anything, meaning students or employees, so before you say yes, can you handle that?"

"Yes, I can. Thank you so much Professor." Britney gave me a hug.

"All right, all right," I pulled her away. "Can you come in tomorrow? I'm not doing much in the lab, but can you come down and to fill out paperwork? It wouldn't take long but I need it before you start."

"I can be there at one. Will that work for you Professor?"

"Sure, I can squeeze you in at one, but please be prompt. I have quite a bit to accomplish tomorrow." More than I want anyone to know.

"1:00 at your lab. I'll be there Professor." Britney's smile was ear to ear.

"And one last thing, colleagues call me Ethan. I'm not your professor anymore." I shook her hand. "Welcome aboard."

"Thanks again Prof... I mean Ethan." She blushed a little at calling me by my first name.

As I walked away to head to the restroom, I heard Britney squeal with delight over her new prospects, causing me to chuckle lightly. When I came out, I saw Britney talking to the girls. Oh shit. They were all smiles and giggles, but I knew that could change at any second. I walked briskly in their direction, wanting to cover the distance as quick as possible without running in a five star restaurant. 

"Ladies." I announced my presence, half expecting Britney to deck me. "What's going on?"

"I was apologizing to them personally for my outburst earlier." Britney turned and put her hand in mine, shaking it again. "Thanks again and I'll see you tomorrow." She waved goodbye to my students, wives, sisters, vixens, temptations of the flesh, hell I can't keep track anymore and went to another table.

"So ladies, what was that all about?" I took my seat.

"Nothing," Kennedy responded. "Just as she said."

"You must have really felt bad to offer her a job," Lydia added.

"No, well, yeah but that's not why I hired her. I offered her a job because I really do have an opening and it helps I already know her capabilities. Hell, I taught her so I know she's good."

When our dessert arrived, I returned the favor and fed them. It was really romantic in the candlelight ambiance of the restaurant. 

On the way home, Shelly sat in front and the other three were sleeping on each other's shoulders in the backseat as I had an easy listening station lightly filling the air.

"Just thought you would like to know," Shelly broke the radio silence, "That all of us had a great time with a great guy today. It was like a dream."

"Dream?" I inquired. In amnesia victims, dreams could be a bridge to actual memories. I was hopeful.

"Oh no." Shelly playfully slapped my arm. "You're my husband, not my shrink. Don't go over analyzing my compliment to you."

"Sorry, kneejerk reaction." I laughed and then glanced in the backseat hoping I didn't wake any of the sleeping beauties.

"Did you enjoy yourself today Darling?"

"Amazingly, yes. Didn't think the mall would be as enjoyable as it was. I suppose it was the company I was with rather than the place. But at dinner and right now, that's what is truly fun. It's been a long time since I was able to have a normal conversation with someone, and I have four. To build a connection between each other. You guys are all really great, each with your own personalities and quirks." Shelly smiled at my admission. "Speaking of conversation, you surprised the hell out of me today."

"Who me?" Shelly put her hand to her chest. "How?"

"With Britney. She was upset and you calmed her down. If you answered like you did with the clerk at the department store, she would've went off the deep end. You really considered her feelings. I appreciated that. It was different from how you've been acting and it made me hopeful. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Shelly paused. "I know you're concerned about our memories before yesterday. I can tell by some of your questions to us. What if whatever it is you have planned fails? Do you think you could be happy living with us?"

"Shelly, listen." I looked at her as much as I could without losing track of the interstate. "I'm going to do everything I can to fix this. I have a few ideas left. Don't worry about it." I'm taking it as a positive sign she is at least aware there is a problem. Can't fix a problem if the person isn't willing to accept there is one.

"But could you be happy? You know, the five of us together under one roof living as husband and wives, taking care of each other until death do us part. Could you really, truly be happy and love us like that? I would really like to know." Shelly began nervously twiddling her thumbs.

"Truthfully Shelly, yes. I know I could. Today was good and allowed me to feel this way. Seeing the four of your personalities come out and how I was incorporated into the mix, I truly enjoyed myself when I finally buried my worry." Shelly smiled and placed her hand on my thigh, rubbing it softly. "However, I would be concerned about income because if that happens, I'll most likely be fired in a heartbeat and you heard what Britney said about the psychiatry job market."

"We can help." Shelly reassured. "We can get jobs. The five of us can do it as long as we stay together."

"We'll see. I'll figure out where we stand after tomorrow. Tomorrow may very well decide our future."

"Please just keep in mind that we're happy, together, with you. If it doesn't work, don't beat yourself up over it. What would you do to spend the rest of your life with the one you love?" Shelly yawned. "You going to be all right if I go to sleep until we get home?"

"Yeah, goodnight."

Shelly leaned over and kissed my cheek and then rested her head on my shoulder. I brushed away a stray tendril of hair from her innocent face. "Thns," She mumbled.

When we arrived home, everyone piled out of the car. Everyone except Lydia. After a few minutes of prodding, I thought it best just to take her in myself. I picked her up, kicked the door shut and made my way into the house. I almost dropped her when I entered the living room. Shelly, Kennedy, and Eve were all in their pajamas. Of course not the brand new ones I just bought, no they chose to wear the same pajamas they wore last night. Damn jezebel's. Each of them was smoothing out the blankets on the floor, which had grown in size. "Aren't those the blankets from the bedroom?"

"Honey," Kennedy began. "You are aware how we slept last night, aren't you?"

"Yeah, on me."

"So are you really going to make us pretend to sleep on the bed and couches before we do it again?" Eve shot back.

"Lydia, I think you could wake up now and get in your pajamas like the rest of us," Shelly interrupted.

Lydia's eyes flew open and head popped up. "Thanks for carrying me." She gave me a quick kiss on the lips before slithering from my grasp. 

They planned this too. I really have to get privy to their conversations. "All right, I surrender. You four win, again." I shook my head. "But please understand I have a big day tomorrow and I really need to sleep. I'll be right back; I'm going to go change."

"What, our husband doesn't want to wear the matching pajamas the rest of the family is wearing?" Lydia said as she stripped down.

"No, I'm afraid I wouldn't sleep very much if I did that." I started walking down the hall.

"Sleep is overrated!" I heard Eve shout after me.

When I returned, each girl sat on one of the four corners of the pile of blankets, waiting. The middle was left vacant, awaiting my occupancy. I lay down and did my best to get comfortable. "Okay, I'm ready." They scampered swiftly into the same positions as last night. No blanket needed with the body heat we generated.

Maybe I was getting used to this after only one night, I mean what guy couldn't get used to lying in bed with four naked girls draped over him, but I began drifting off to sleep fairly quickly. Then I felt it. A light brushing over my crotch. Probably one of them getting comfortable. I relaxed my eyes. There it is again. Enough time elapsed to allow me to disregard it again. But a third happened shortly thereafter. My, someone was being brazen.

"Ladies," I said it as a warning.

All of them giggled in response. Great, it was all four of them. Not what I needed as I was already hard -- with all this nubile flesh in front of me, who could blame me?- and this was just making it increasingly difficult to sleep.

Suddenly there was a pair of lips on mine. Based on yesterday's experience, it was Kennedy as it was hard and passionate. I kissed her back, hoping all she wanted was a "proper" goodnight kiss. Then I felt her arm move and in the moonlight I saw she give a thumbs up signal. All at once, three pairs of hands mauled my lower half. I couldn't move as each were still holding down a limb of mine each. I'm afraid I'll have to give my boxers a funeral. No way had they survived. I stopped kissing back, but Kennedy would not let up and my screams of disproval were muffled at best. I must say my cock certainly enjoyed the attention. They caressed. They stroked. They played with my balls. All at the same time. They were building me up slowly. Playing the teasing game of "where are our hands going to lightly touch you next?" Whoever was on my right arm had spun around. Repositioning herself for whatever the rest of their plan entailed. After several attempts of pulling, pushing, and twisting, my right arm was almost free. One more wiggle...OH DEAR GOD. Three tongues. Two devoted to the shaft and one split time between my balls and the sensitive underside. I suddenly forgot about escape. At one point, two of the girls lips were touching, kissing even with my pole in between as they slid up and down and the other dutifully toying with my balls. I wasn't going to last much longer. I drove my tongue into Kennedy and tried to wildly buck my hips. Kennedy snapped her fingers and all pressure was removed from my arms and legs. I had to hold on to something and Kennedy was closest. My arms engulfed her and I pressed her body to mine as Shelly, Eve, and Lydia's tongues did their dance on my shaft. My body seized, my toes curled, and my head shifted back, breaking the kiss. I erupted with a loud groan. After the torture of the past couple days, it seemed never ending. I heard slurping sounds and could picture the girls lapping up my seed as if they were playing their own version of hungry, hungry hippos. 

When my eyes refocused, Kennedy was still mere inches from my face, smiling like the Cheshire cat. "Shelly said you were worried about tomorrow, so we thought we would release some of the pressure, I mean stress. You can sleep now." 

The quartet went back their cuddle spots, trapping me once again. I didn't care. I was still in my cloud of euphoria as I was beginning to nod off again when Kennedy broke the silence. 

"Damn, that was one hell of a kiss."

"You should've had what we had," Eve countered.

"Best dessert ever," Shelly added.

All four girls giggled. A content smile crossed my face. If it ends like this, do I really want to know what they are colluding to do?

I woke up to the sound of the annoying alarm clock. Only this time someone else was kind enough to hit the snooze button. I didn't even have to do that anymore. As my senses were coming to life, I realized I was having a dream last night. And no, it wasn't three girls giving me the best blowjob ever while another sucked on my face. That regrettably happened. No, it was a dream in which I failed. I failed to get their memories back. We grew old together and lived collectively, peacefully, and happily. Suddenly the thought of not going to the campus today, not trying to fix my fuck up definitely had merit. No, no, no, no, no. How could I live with myself if I let that happen? I'm already going to hell after last night. Do I need a guilty conscience before I get there? They wouldn't even be with me if it wasn't for an accident. An accident in which they fixated on me as a husband figure. I have to locate the twins.

I pried myself away from an entanglement of body parts. I look down, and though the quartet scattered on the blankets wasn't moving, they still seem to be trying to entice me to reconnect with the pile. With much willpower, I kept my integrity and got in the shower. My moral compass still points north, right? After the last two nights, especially last night, I was no longer sure. I was trapped. I couldn't move. What else could I have done? I can't very well kick them out. I will fix this. And I'm certain I will miss them when they are gone. I let the hot water soak my body and let the water carry my worries down the drain. I needed to prepare for what may be the longest day of my life. After getting dressed, I took one step out of my bathroom and the house appeared to be alive. Kennedy had the morning sports highlight show on, Eve decided to do a load of laundry, and Lydia, with the help of Shelly was making something that just by the smell of it was making my mouth drool.

I made a quick phone call to my teacher's aide. "I'll see you later, ladies. I have a busy day today so I should be back pretty late."

"Oh no you don't," Shelly came from the kitchen. "First breakfast and then we'll all get dressed and go."

"Shelly, I really have a mountain of work to accomplish today. You know what I'm doing today," I lowered my voice to where only she could hear me. I didn't want the other girls to know in case they fought with me about it.

Shelly smiled.

"Not on an empty stomach," Lydia chimed in. "Please don't tell me I made French toast for nothing."

They won again. They always win. "I yield, but I hope you ladies don't mind hanging out at the library all day."

"Sounds like fun," Eve entered. "We like to read."

I dropped the girls off at the library, gave them some money for lunch, and then went to my 10 o'clock sophomore psych class. I arrived at 10:03, but since the twins were always at least ten minutes late, I was early. 

At 10:12, I heard Lucas laughing. "That was some good shit yesterday."

"Hell yeah," John agreed. "Just think, in a week we'll be done and we can spend the whole summer just getting..."

"Morning boys." I walked up to them.

"Wassup Teach? Is there a problem or something?" Lucas asked.

"No problem boys. I have a proposition for you."

"Um, Professor, we don't do that," John intervened.

"Do what?" After just one sentence from each with these two and I'm already confused.

"Proposition. We only do drugs. We're not hookers or anything," John answered and Lucas nodded in agreement. "Besides we're brothers, not gay."

I rubbed my temples. This was going to be the longest conversation of my life. "No, what I mean is I have a deal for you."

"Oh," Lucas drew out the word. "We're glad that's what you meant. We thought you wanted our studly bodies."

I ignored the comment. "Boys, I want you to tell me everything you ate, inhaled, and injected yourself with on Friday and Saturday morning and you don't have to come to class today. No strings attached. How does that sound?"

They looked at each other and they both shrugged their shoulders. Lucas started, "Well Friday, I know we did some coke."

"No bro that was Thursday. Friday was the meth."

"No, Saturday morning was the meth."

"Once again you've got it all wrong. Saturday morning was the vicodin." John clarified.

"Nope. Yesterday was the vicodin. And I know Saturday night was the shrooms." Lucas answered.

"What are you smoking?" John inquired.

"Same as you!" Lucas laughed. "But seriously, I know we dropped acid somewhere in there. Do you remember when that was?"

This was getting comical. I can't believe these two remember anything. "What, no marijuana?" I asked with more than a hint of sarcasm.




The Professor's Accidental Harem



"Does that count?" Lucas countered.

"Cause we do that." John actually started counting with his fingers and then gave up. "Like all the time." They both laughed.

"Thanks boys. You've been a big help." I just walked away rubbing my temples.

"Wait, Professor," One of them called out and I don't care enough to turn back to find out which. "Do we still have to class?"

"I'm not," I shouted back.

I can't believe I'm giving those two extra credit to pass. All those drugs. Something interacted with my pill. Hell, with all that crap in their system, it makes sense my pill did nothing for them. Their last remaining brain cells must have immunity to anything healthy. Thank God those two aren't stuck with me too. My sanity would be corroded. Back to the problem at hand. I can't very well give all those drugs to the girls. They'd end up dead or addicted. Time to search some files.

I arrived at the administration office and I was immediately greeted warmly by Ruth, a middle age woman whose hair is a mixture of black and white.

"Good morning Professor Carter. What brings you here?"

"Morning, I just need to get a hold of some students who were a part of my focus group Saturday," I sat down at the computer for teachers.

"Oh, how did that go? I ran into President Richards earlier and he couldn't wait to get your report." There was a genuine level of excitement in her voice.

Mental note: avoid President Richards. "Still crunching the numbers. I'll know more after a follow-up with a couple students." I accessed the database for Lydia Carrington, Evelyn Johnson, Shelly Sheridan, and Kennedy Williamson and printed. Lydia lived in the dorms; I was shocked to see the other three shared a townhouse together. 

I went to the townhouse first as it was across town. I talked to the manager, but he wouldn't let me in. I decided to head to the address to just to peer in the windows. At this point, any information would be useful.

"They're not home and don't even think about breaking in. I have my shotgun pointed at your back." It was definitely an older woman's voice.

I put my hands up slowly, very slowly. "I'm not a robber. I'm Professor Carter, from their university."

"Got I.D.?"

"I have my license and my laboratory I.D. card."

"Show me."

I turned around and saw an elderly woman, at least in her late eighties with a shock of thinning white hair. I pulled out my wallet and handed her the identification cards.

"Shit," She stated. "You are who you say you are. Now I can't kill you." She lowered the gun. "Anyways, I'm their neighbor, Mrs. White. I live right across the street. So why are you here? Which one did you knock up? Oh wait, let me guess. It was the slut, Eve."

"No, I didn't..."

"It was the nerd, really? I suppose I can see Shelly going for a teacher."

"I didn't..."

"No shit? You turned that dyke, Kennedy. Good for you. With all that softball that girl played, I thought she was a lost cause."

"No, I didn't have sex with any of them." Somewhat true. I didn't, they gave me oral. "I'm here because they were involved in a research experiment of mine."

"Oh, now I see. You killed them but you realized you left some incriminating evidence behind and you wanted to get it back. I saw that on a Perry Mason episode."

I rubbed my temples. "No, they're not dead."

"I have some aspirin if you got a headache."

"Mrs. White, maybe you can help me. You seem to know a lot about the girls. Could you tell me what you know about them?"

"Of course, why didn't you say so? They didn't do much together, always going their separate ways until about three months ago. That's when they seemed to spend every chance they could get sitting around their kitchen table. Even brought another girl over quite frequently. At first I thought it was drugs or a prostitution ring, but threw out that idea as all they ever did was talk and write notes down around that kitchen table. They didn't even play bridge even though they had the perfect number for it. Can you believe that?"

We talked for a short while longer as she told me everything she knew of the girls who had lived there for two years. I wrote down notes and tried to ignore her straight forward rudeness.

"Thanks Mrs. White. I need to get back to campus. I have a class soon." I stood to leave. 

"Now wait a minute, are you sure that's all you want to know? I can tell you about the "cross dresser" Mr. Phillips or the "loony" Miss Dunlap who is trying to train her pet ferret to use the toilet."

Apparently Mrs. White had nicknames for all her neighbors and the dirt to go with it. And she was proud of it too. "No thanks, I need to go. Thanks again." 

"Later, lecher."

Great, now I have a nickname too. I went to the dormitory next. I gave a few nervous hellos to students who recognized me. It's not often, if ever, a professor visits the dorms. Room 302. I knocked half hoping someone would answer quickly to get me out of this hallway, half hoping no one would so I didn't have to explain why I was here.

"Can I help you?" A young woman with brown hair with red highlights opened the door.

"Hello, I'm Professor Carter. Is this Lydia Carrington's room?"

"Yes it is, but she's not here."

"Well actually, I was hoping to talk to you. Can I come in for a minute?"

"I suppose." She moved to the side to let me in. She went to her bed and sat with her legs crossed holding a stuffed monkey.

As I sat down on a computer chair, she began, "So you're the Professor."

"I'm sorry, you are?"

"Priscilla." 

"And what did you mean by that?"

"She mentioned you. Is she doing okay?" Pricilla sounded only mildly concerned for a roommate I know she hasn't seen since at least Saturday morning.

"Yeah, she's fine."

"She said she would be." She had a half smile on her face.

"She said she'd be fine?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah. I was worried over um... oh, the experiment. She said she was going to be in an experiment." Priscilla got up. "I got to get to class Professor. I was on my way out when you knocked."

"Priscilla, is there something you're not telling me?"

Priscilla's eyes focused on everything but me. "No, it's not my place..." She stopped and shook her head. "No, I'm telling you everything. I swear."

"Okay." I said disbelievingly. "Why don't you tell me what you do know about your roommate? Likes, dislikes, dreams for the future, favorite music, that sort of thing."

I didn't get much. Just the basic information. Lydia was apparently shy with her roommate as well. It didn't help that Pricilla was being cryptic and I had to decipher truth from bullshit. I did find it odd that she had to go to class but then stayed and talked to me for another twenty minutes. I glanced at my watch, 1:15. Damn, I'm late. I have to get to my lab and I'm ten minutes away. Britney said she'd be there at one. I need her paperwork but more importantly I need to go over all the data on the composition of the memory enhancer. If I could determine the cause, I can calculate the solution.

I arrived at my lab at 1:27. "Sorry I'm late Britney, I had a hell of a... Britney!"

I ran over to Britney as she had her head down on my desk. I took her pulse. Normal. She was sleeping. Then I saw it. She had a vial of green pills just next to her left hand and a paper I wrote on how safe the memory enhancer was and how effective it could be still grasped in her right hand.

"Britney, wake up." I shook her lightly, then violently.

Her eyes fluttered open and a smile adorned her face. "Hi."

"What's your name?" I demanded and stared at her intently.

"Britney Stillman. Don't you remember, you told me to come here to fill out paperwork today?" She looked at me as if I were totally nuts.

"Thank God." I took a deep breath. "You didn't take any of those pills, did you?" 

"No. I saw them and the paper and assumed this is what you're working on, so I figured I'd get acclimated with the project while I waited." Britney peered at me suspiciously. "Are you going to be okay?"

"I wasn't for a moment there." I rubbed my temples. "All right, here is the paperwork I need you to fill out and yes, that pile of papers is your homework. I need you to be familiar with that by tomorrow. We start at 8 am. We work Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday and any other day I need. We work more in the summer, which starts next week. Any questions?"

"No sir."

Britney filled out paperwork while I poured over every small variable in my concoction. Smoke probably was coming from my pencil. I was going at it hard.

"Sorry to bother you sir, but I'm done." Britney's tone suggested she was afraid she was interrupting me.

I didn't even look up. "Just leave them in my basket and don't forget your homework. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks again." Britney grabbed the stack of papers and left.

"Damn it!" I yelled to no one. My conclusions are the same as they were three weeks ago. It was safe and it should work. Well, work without erasing one's memory. Time to crunch the numbers again.

All too soon, it was eight in the evening. Time for the library to close and the janitors to do their business here. The four of them were waiting, sitting on the concrete steps outside of the library.

"Good evening ladies, are you ready to head home?"

They all ran and hugged me. "We missed you!" The four of them shouted at me.

"Did you have a nice day?"

"Absolutely," Kennedy answered.

"Well then, let's go home." We piled into the car, which was fine for me two days ago but now seems confined. We pulled up to the house and they started to get out.

"Aren't you coming?" Shelly inquired.

"You girls go ahead and get inside. I just want to go over some of my notes. You can start dinner if you want, but afterward the five of us need to talk."

"Whatever you say." Shelly's voice was full of sympathy as she reached over and embraced me. "Remember, we're a family. If you need anything, even just to talk, we're here for you." She let go and followed the others into the house.

I went over the files and all my notes. I wanted to get my thoughts in order and determine the best way to handle showing them their former lives. This was my last resort. I must've been in the car longer than expected, as a light tapping on my window startled me from my thoughts. It was Eve and she looked distressed.

"Lydia made alfredo, are you coming in husband?"

I smiled to calm her. "Of course, I'm finished in here." I grabbed my papers and got out. I walked into the house with Eve clinging to my arms. Shelly must have told them what I wanted to talk to them about.

We ate dinner in an atmosphere of nervous anticipation. It was good, and if this worked, I would definitely miss Lydia's cooking. I gathered them in the living room, instructing them to have a seat.

I stood in the center of the room. "First, let me preface this by saying this weekend has been one of the best for me, ever. All of you are wonderful in your own way and I feel privileged we spent it together. With that said, I want to introduce the four of you to four truly remarkable and unique people in their own right."

I handed Kennedy her file. "Miss Kennedy Williamson. Kennedy here was a four year starting third baseman for the softball team. She was All-State her senior year and she is currently on the verge of graduating with a degree in psychology. Proud daughter of Jacob and Cheryl, who according to them was always a good kid and into every sport there is." Kennedy stared at it while I handed Eve her file.

"Miss Evelyn Johnson, also graduating in a week with a degree in psychology and according to Mrs. White, a neighbor, loved to go dancing at clubs every weekend, up until about three months ago. Proud daughter of Jack and Melissa who said you were a great fun loving girl with a lot of spirit."

"Next is Miss Lydia Carrington." I handed Lydia her file. "A first year economics major and a shy girl who her own roommate, Pricilla, didn't have much to say except you are fond of classical music and apparently have a vast porcelain doll collection back home. The shyness made sense after I spoke to Martha Tate, your maid from home who told me you were home schooled by tutors as your parents travel often for business. Miss Tate asked me to have you call her if I saw you. She says you two normally talk every Sunday and she's a little worried that she didn't hear from you yesterday. I told her you were okay and I'll give you the message."

"And finally, there's Miss Shelly Sheridan." I went to hand Shelly her file.

Shelly stood and slapped it to the floor. "I'm not Shelly Sheridan, I'm Shelly Carter!"

I wasn't expecting this reaction from her. She's the one who I hinted to about what I was doing today. I wrapped my arms around her. "Shelly, please. Just hear me out." My voice was full of sympathy. This has to be hard for them to hear. "I'm trying to help."

Shelly broke the embrace. "Trying to help who? You? Don't you love your wives?" She began to cry. "Why must you change us? I told you we're happy. Aren't we girls?"

Kennedy, Lydia, and Eve all emphatically said some form of yes.

"See we're happy," Shelly continued. "We're happy with you. Please don't do this. The only complaint we have is you need a bigger bed, but if let us stay, we don't care. We'd sleep outside if you made us." The quartet all gave a small chuckle to the joke. "Please be happy with us."

"Girls, I am happy with you. More than happy, ecstatic even. With all of you. Like I said, I had the greatest weekend of my life and it was because of the four of you. But if I don't try. If I can't fix what I did. I... I... I..."

This time Shelly hugged me. "There's nothing to fix. There's nothing to cure. There's nothing to feel guilty about. We're happy. We love you." We were joined by the other three in one big group hug with me at the center.

"So what you're saying is that you four don't want to hear me out. You aren't the slightest bit interested in your past, family members who love you, or friends that will miss you?"

"As long as we have you," Kennedy insisted.

"And this." Eve grabbed my crotch. "And you better start letting us use it or we'll just take it."

"Okay. Okay." I lightly swatted Eve's hand. "Not tonight."

Eve pouted her lips.

"What about you Lydia? How do you feel?"

"I'm happy here. Besides, according to this, my family left and stuck me with the maid. I'm sure she's great and all, but we're a family here."

"All right. I just ask for one more night to wrap my head around this proposal. Besides, tomorrow I have to go over a slew of numbers and pray I don't have to go back to formula."

"I'll tell you what." Shelly smiled. "We'll go watch a movie in your bedroom and you can go to sleep now. It'll give you some time to think and we'll just cuddle up to you later." She paused. "Unless you really want us to sleep outside, but I must warn you, we'll be naked out there too."

We all laughed. 

"That would make the neighbors jealous that I have new life size lawn statues." I received four playful slaps for that remark. "I suppose we can all manage to share in here then." 

I got dressed for bed and after a quick kiss, well okay a not so quick kiss for each of them, I laid down as they disappeared down the hall and into my old bedroom. After an hour, I still wasn't asleep. Was I actually considering it? The four of them and me, together? It really was a great weekend and I was growing quite fond of the quartet. We would have to move, not just because of a professor living with four former students would be scandalous, but a one bedroom house for five people has been proven, cramped. Moving isn't a big concern. Angry parents, however, is a completely different story. Especially if they find out they are all "married" to me. Seeing that as the only dilemma, maybe I should keep everyone's happiness in mind. Another plus for not getting their memories back is I would still have a job. No complaints filed. No problem. Then my only worry would be getting the enhancer perfected. Britney should be a big help.

I couldn't wait. I got up to inform the girls of my decision. If this is what they absolutely want, I will accept it gladly, and cherish every moment we spend together for eternity. I was full of energy, light as a feather as I made my way down the hall. I always knew I'd find a woman to spend the rest of my life with, and now I have four. I placed my hand on the knob and froze. They were talking. My enthusiasm grew as I was finally going to be able to hear one of their playful schemes. What did they have in store for me tonight when they come to cuddle? I'll listen, but I'll still act surprised or play the victim.

"I can't believe he called our families," Eve stated, still shocked.

"I know. It just proves he really cares for us and we made the right choice," Kennedy replied.

"None of you are even feeling a little remorse?" Lydia's was voice was barely above a whisper.

"Don't tell me you are," Shelly was appalled.

"Well a little, yeah." Lydia paused. "Oh c'mon guys, his pill works and we have him thinking it erases memories. Not to mention we basically took over his life."

"Lydia, you can't back out on us now," Shelly was adamant. "If we knew you were going to get cold feet, we wouldn't have agreed to let you in on our plan when you eavesdropped on us in the cafeteria. You begged us and we felt sorry for you because we were in that same situation."

"Don't you love him?" Eve spoke in a light tone, softening the mood.

"Of course I do. He's kind, helpful, sweet, and considerate: he's a great guy. I just feel a little guilty, that's all."

"Lydia, we've been through this," Kennedy said in a consoling manner. "We all fell in love with him. We all want to be with him. If we competed with each other, none of us would win. This is the only way."

"He'd never go for a student of his," Eve continued. "Look what happened to that Britney chick. Do you want to end up like her? A bitter waitress who can't be with the one she loves?"

"And think about what she said about the psychiatric field," Shelly argued. "We all switched majors to psychology, well, all of us except Kennedy, but she was undecided. But she also chose psychology for the same reason we switched, Ethan. And you were going to do the same. After four years and you graduate, then what? You'll be all alone and..."

"We need you Lydia," Kennedy interrupted. "We are so close to our goal. Look at what we accomplished. We're living with him. We need just a little more time so we can ensure he falls in love with us. Then we'll tell him the truth."

"And besides, you're the only one that can cook," Eve chuckled.

The three others started giggling.

"You know," Lydia halted the laughter. "I didn't say I wanted to leave. I'm still grateful you let me in on your plot. I only said I was feeling a little guilty for deceiving the one I, we love."

I didn't know what to do. Right after I convinced myself, not an easy thing to do I might add, I find out it is all a ruse, a scam, a ploy, a hoax, a farce, a trick, a con, or in other words, a lie. Unbeknownst to even myself, I slumped with a thud against the wall and slid to the floor. I didn't even realize I had. I was in a daze. Suddenly I was surrounded by four naked co-eds.

"Ethan," Lydia was deeply concerned. "Are you all right?"

Still in shock, my eyes seemed glazed over as I only saw four blurs in front of me. 

Shelly instantly took charge. "Let's get him to the living room and our make shift bed. It's time for plan B."

The three other girls dragged me down the hall and laid me on the pile of blankets. Shelly barked instructions. Eve, you take his right arm, Kennedy his left, and Lydia, you get both of his legs. Shelly straddled me. I finally snapped back to reality as my mind as assessed the gravity of what was transpiring. I was in a similar position before, the past two nights in fact. I was trapped.




The Professor's Accidental Harem



"Ladies, get off me!" I demanded, and I'm sure the ones I made eye contact with saw the betrayal in my eyes.

Shelly began to slowly grind into me as she put her hand to my chin so our eyes would lock. "Professor, you were coming to tell us you agreed to the five of us living together." 

My manhood was coming alive under her gyrating body. "Shelly, we can't. It's not ethical."

Shelly put her hand over my mouth. "Shh. It's time for you to listen to me." She flashed me a smile the devil would've been proud of. "Psychology tells us that when our body has a pleasurable stimulant, whether it by sight, sound, taste, smell, or touch, our mind is conditioned to want it again." She raised off of me just enough to pull the elastic band of my boxers and free my hard cock from its confines. "In short Professor, it's time for your five senses to feel their pleasure." Shelly impaled herself on me. She leaned down and her lips fell to mine. She kissed me softly and slowly. She had a lip gloss on that made her taste of strawberries. Her perfume, a lavender scent, was intoxicating. She sat up and took her time, working in a slow rhythm as she rode me. Her bouncing breasts were hypnotizing. The sounds she was making were ones of sheer bliss. And the feel of her velvety sheath was more than heavenly. She looked down at me. "You're about to cum, aren't you? We can't have that." She removed herself from my pole and grabbed it by the base to thwart my climax. "You're up Kennedy." The two girls changed positions, careful not to give me any available window for escape.

As Kennedy slid down my shaft, she let out a pleasant squeal. "I've been waiting for this for four years."

Shelly gave a disapproving glare and then continued. "Professor, look at her body, golden tanned. Just like a trophy on your pedestal."

My mind and body were warring with each other. The unethical and immoral implications were being debated in my cerebral cortex while my limbic system had me going into a euphoric state from all the dopamine it was producing. 

Kennedy was almost too excited as she was on top of me. She couldn't settle on just one motion. She took me in long strokes, short strokes, she grinded, and did a circular motion as if she was screwing herself to me. Every plunge was a new experience.

Shelly still hadn't stopped talking, persuading. "Professor, we will all live together in a polyamory relationship. None of us will legally have marriage rights to you, but we don't care." Kennedy's orgasm swept through her and she moaned in ecstasy. "Oh that face means it's Eve's turn." Once again, Shelly held me by my base as Eve and Kennedy carefully switched places. I struggled, but once again, the four of them had the advantage.

Eve was a firecracker, a true hellcat in bed. She rode me hard and if we weren't on blankets, I'm confident she would have broken the bed. I felt completely absorbed in her euphoria. She was also very hands on. She kept moving them from her body to mine. They started on her breasts. Fondling herself and pinching her nipples to pleasure. They then moved to my body, lightly scratching at my chest. Finally, they came to rest on her clit, trying in haste to bring herself to orgasm. I swear the whole house shook.

All the while, Shelly was determined to convince me. "Professor, we will cohabitate with each other. We will take care of you and you, us. We will recognize you as our husband and we your wives. We will have each other, forever." Eve shuddered as she climaxed, barely making a sound as she jerked and contorted on top of me. If I wasn't so close for the third time today, I would've asked if she was all right. As it was, I was desperate for release. 

Shelly continued. "And now that we built you up for a third time, it's time for our ultimate gift to you. She stood and Eve took her place. It didn't matter. I was beyond resisting their combined charms. Lydia was now hovering above me. "As the ultimate show of our love to you." Shelly had her hands on Lydia's shoulders. "Lydia's virginity." Shelly pushed down on the girls shoulders, easing her onto me. 

I felt the barrier. "Are you sure?" I asked, but really didn't want to.

Lydia smiled emphatically. "Absolutely." She didn't seem nervous at all as she took the plunge. She gasped at the pain. Kennedy and Eve were giving Lydia instructions, having her wait until she was ready and then go slow. They wanted it to be as enjoyable as possible for her. Lydia was almost impossibly tight. Her speed was increasing. She leaned down, allowing my tongue to toy with her breasts. Eve was rubbing her clit, trying to allow her to climax knowing I wasn't going to last too much longer. 

Shelly moved to the floor began to speak directly in my ear. "Do you see how much we love you? We can be a family. All of us, together. It can work. It will work. Let us take care of all your needs."

By this time I was bucking into Lydia and she was writhing on top of me. She began to wail her gratification. Shy Lydia was by far the loudest as I thought the windows were going to shatter as her climax flowed through her body.

"Let yourself go Professor. Let's be together, forever. What do you say? What are you willing to do to spend the rest of your life with the one you love, Ethan?" Shelly was successful. She merged my conflicted brain.

Shelly is going to make one hell of a psychiatrist. We both knew she had me when I exploded into Lydia. Shelly, Kennedy, Eve, and Lydia had won. They won me. I should have known. They always win.