Jacqueline and Nari. Jon, let out a visible sigh of relief. "Something wrong, Jon?" Jacqueline asked playfully. It was almost surreal seeing the intense punk girl acting flirty. "Just appreciating the view," he responded. Nari blushed and looked away while Jacqueline rolled her eyes and Betty gave a slight chuckle. "My place?" Jon asked confidently.
"Actually," Betty chimed in, "why not my place? If people see a teacher going into a student's home, it may raise suspicions. If three students go into a teacher's apartment, it's easier for us to say it was a study session."
"I don't care where we end up as long as I get some action," Jacqueline stated. Nari blushed deeper, but didn't disagree. "It's settled then." Betty walked over to her desk and wrote on three pieces of paper. "Here's my address," she said, handing one to the girls and Jon. "I don't have a car," Nari said quietly. "You can ride with me," Jon offered. The Korean girl smiled and moved next to him.
"No starting before you get there, you two," Jacqueline said as she left the room.
Jessie rumbled loudly down the road, her two passengers straddling her motorcycle body. She had only been too happy to hear Jon was making a stop before going home. More stops meant more riding.
Nari held tightly onto Jon's waist, her body pressed against his. When they had arrived in the parking lot, Nari explained that she had never ridden a motorcycle before. She was holding on for dear life, and while Jon didn't want her to be scared, he did enjoy the feeling of her pressed up against him.
It wasn't long before they were pulling up to the address Betty had given them, finding it to be a modest, four story apartment complex. Jon and Nari pulled up next to Jacqueline in the parking lot who was standing beside her rusted clunker that was two decades past its prime. She let out an impressed whistle. "Damn, that's a fucking beautiful ride."
"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself," Jessie responded, earning a hearty laugh from Jacqueline. Jon suddenly remembered that Jessie and Jacqueline had been friends before Jessie's transformation. Looks like some things never change, he thought as he turned off the motorcycle-girl.
"Looks like her apartment is on the third floor," Jacqueline said, looking at her copy of the address. "You head on up. We'll be right behind," Jon said. Jacqueline paused a moment and looked the pair of them over, but continued on without a word. Jon watcher her walk away, her short skirt accenting her round hips.
"Is... something wrong, Jon?" Nari asked beside him. "I want you to be comfortable. You seem really nervous. Listen, you don't need to feel like you're being pressured into anything." The short girl shook her head. "No, I want to be here. With you. This is just my first time doing this?"
"You're a virgin?" he asked, a little surprised. "No," she quickly responded. "No. I mean, my first time with more than one person. And... with women."
"You're sure you want to do this, then?" For the first time, she smiled at him. "Yes," she responded confidently.
Jon and Nari arrived at Betty's door a couple minutes later. Feeling emboldened, Jon opened to door without knocking and stepped in. The apartment was more or less what Jon expected. The furniture was all mismatched, but looked comfortable. A brown couch was pushed up against the wall next to door while a blue armchair was in the far corner. There was a small flat-screen TV on an old TV stand. Jon noticed a few pictures on the walls of what appeared to be friends and family. Among the frames was Betty's college diploma. Pushed to the side of the room, an old coffee table was covered in fashion magazines and half graded homework assignments. Jon could make out a small kitchen further into the apartment on his right, while to the left there was a hallway, most likely leading to the bedroom and bathroom. Jon doubted the apartment had more than one of either. It was the quintessential mid-20s bachelorette apartment.
The far wall had a sliding door that was covered by vertical blinds, the sunlight bleeding in through the long cracks. Otherwise, there were only a couple lamps on, keeping the apartment dim and intimate. Jacqueline was sitting sideways in armchair in the corner, her legs hanging over on of the arms. She eyed both Jon and Nari with an almost predatory look.
Jon closed the door behind him while Nari stepped further into the room. He noticed she seemed a bit more confident. He couldn't tell if it was because of their talk, or because they were now away from possible observers. Jon's thoughts were interrupted as he heard Betty's voice come from the dark hallway to his left.
"I see everyone's here."
She stepped into the dim room. She had changed out of her professional clothes and into a pale blue button-up top and a pair of black jeans that clung to her legs and ass. Jon looked around the room, feeling the look of lust in each girl's eyes.
He was not sure how to proceed. Sure, he'd been with lots of girls since he'd gotten the stone. He even had an orgy at his party. But that had just sort of happened. He had been so drunk, he didn't remember it. He wasn't sure how to act.
Sensing his hesitation, Betty stepped forward, draping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her body up against his. "Don't worry, baby," she whispered in his ear. "We'll take good care of you."
