The Last Incubus Ch. 29

The Last Incubus: Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Riding on the roller coaster of emotions.

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to weep and a time to laugh." ~ Ecclesiastes 3 vv. 1 & 4.

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It was around midnight when I got back to Tina's house. The lights were all on and I could hear music playing when I stepped onto the porch. Inside, Tina, Lezzie and Bailie were in the living room dancing and singing to the music. There were open shopping bags, sales receipts and bits of price tags strewn about the room along with a couple of near empty glasses of bourbon. The room itself smelled mostly of bourbon, but my demonic senses detected a fair amount of estrogen-induced excitement as well.

The three of them were dancing side by side with their arms around each other's waists with Tina on one end holding a three-quarters empty bottle of bourbon, Lezzie in the middle, and Bailie on the other end holding a whisky glass one-third full, much of which was sloshing onto the rug. They were all swaying, giggling, and singing off-key to Billie Eilish's "Everything I Wanted."

All three were wearing baby doll nighties with spaghetti straps that, apart from their different colors, were nearly identical. Although the term "wearing" was questionable for Tina and Lezzie, since their straps had slipped past their shoulders far enough to expose Lezzie's right breast and both of Tina's boobs. Only Bailie managed to keep her nightie on, but with the dancing and the swaying, that required periodic adjustments which she tried to do with the hand holding her whisky glass, causing more sloshing and spilling.

Tina, in a black nightie, spotted me first after taking a gulp from the bourbon bottle.

"Oh look. Here'sh Rossh now! Let'sh do our faschion shhow," she slurred, removing her arm from around Lezzie's waist.

"Oh, yeah. I shee him. Let me shhow him my-whoops, it shlipped," Lezzie giggled, noticing that her breast had popped out of her lilac-colored nightie.

She removed her arm from around Bailie and reached to put the strap back in place. However, when she pulled the loose strap up, Tina slipped the strap off the other shoulder, exposing her other breast. Both of them giggled over the joke.

Bailey was left swaying on her own. She gave me a glassy-eyed smile when she saw me and took a sip from her near-empty glass and made a face before staggering towards me singing with the music, "and you say as long as I'm here, no one can hurt you, don't want to lie here--"

She fell into me, and I caught her, removing the whisky glass in time to prevent the remaining contents from spilling. She giggled when I caught her.

"My hero," she slurred, reaching up to put her arms around my neck. Her breath smelled of bourbon.

"Are you alright?" I asked, holding her upright.

"I can't remember when I've had sho mush fun. But I think I might be a little drunk," she confided as she swayed on her feet.

"How many of these have you had?" I asked, holding up the glass.

"That's her first one," Tina replied from across the room. She handed Lezzie the bourbon bottle, and when Lezzie brought the bottle to her lips, Tina pulled down the top of her nightie, exposing both breasts.

Bailie took the glass out of my hand and drained the contents, which couldn't have amounted to much more than half a mouthful.

"It tashtes awful," Bailie replied, making a face.

"You drank that whole glass of bourbon?" I asked, taking Bailie's empty glass.

"I only gave her half a glassh," Tina called over, giggling as Lezzie groped her.

Bailie brought her lips closer to my mouth. "My dream hero!" she said, reaching up to kiss me.

"Bailie, I don't know if this is a good idea right now," I suggested, backing off and pulling her arms off my shoulders.

"Do you know I dreamt about you? In my dreamsh, you reshcued me and then we kisshed and it made me feel wet and funny down there," she said, moving closer and puckering her lips.

"Bailie, you're drunk. Maybe we should wait until you're sober and we're both sure this is what you want," I suggested, holding her off.

"But thish ish what I want. I want to kish you and feel your tongue in my mouthsh," she replied, looking up at me.

"Hey Bails, shhow him your tits! That'll get him to kissh you," Tina called out, giggling.

Lezzie was in hysterics. "Yeah, Bails, guysh will do anything to shee a pair of tits."

"I-I don't want to shhow him my tits. They're too schmall and it's too embarasshing," she replied quietly, dropping her head.

"Go on, Bails, don't be chicken. You've got nicesh tits. He's already sheen mine and Lezshies," Tina replied, laughing.

Bailie slowly reached for the shoulder straps with both hands. She had a look of apprehension on her face when she looked at me.

"Promish me you won't laugh," she said, swaying as she slowly started to slip the straps off her shoulders.

I took the straps out of her hands and kept the nightie in place.

"Don't listen to them, they're drunk, too. You don't have to show me your breasts for me to kiss you. Tomorrow, when you're sober, I would be happy to kiss you if you still want me to."

"You will?" she asked hopefully.

"I promise."

It was at that moment that I was hit with a sudden jolt of aura energy that went straight to my groin. 'Where did that come from?'

My question was quickly answered as an erotic image of Kayla's head bobbing between Frankie's thighs popped into my head. I pushed the image aside and focused back on Bailie.

She smiled stuporously, and her knees buckled. I caught her and helped her down onto the couch. She slumped against the corner and closed her eyes, still smiling.

"What's wrong with her?" Tina asked.

"Too much to drink," I replied, looking over at Tina.

Tina and Lezzie were still dancing by themselves, if it could be called that. They were mostly swaying irregularly while groping and making out with each other, stopping periodically to exchange swigs from the bourbon bottle.

As I watched, Frankie's voice popped into my head. {Did you feel that orgasm, Master?}

Along with her question, Frankie sent me more erotic images, feelings and smells of her being thoroughly reamed and eaten by Kayla. Frankie's orgasm and enlarged clit must have excited Kayla, because she was already building Frankie up for her second climax. Within seconds, Frankie's aura exploded, and I felt another surge of energy.

{Ohh fuck, Master, that felt sooo good!} Frankie screamed in my head.

"Like what you're sheeing?" Tina asked smiling, breaking my concentration.

I blinked and realized I had been looking in Tina and Lezzie's direction while I had been focusing on Frankie and Kayla in my head. It was like watching two live porn shows at the same time.

Between the erotic images coming from Frankie and the titillating dancing in front of me, my arousal was becoming obvious to anyone looking at the front of my pants. Judging from her remark, Tina must have noticed. But incubus or not, I was determined not to take advantage of the three drunk and horny women in the room with me.

Luckily, the sexual imagery from Frankie temporarily stopped as she recovered from her second orgasm. I went over and turned off the sound system. That stopped Tina and Lezzie from "dancing."

"Lezzie, are you spending the night here?" I asked.

"No, I've got classhes tomorrow. I need to get home," she replied, trying to pull the straps of her nightie back over her shoulders.

"Why don't you get dressed and I'll drive you home in Tina's car," I suggested.

"Good, caush I'm in no condission to drive," Tina said, pulling up her nightie with one hand and holding up the empty bourbon bottle with the other.

Frankie's voice popped in my head as she was speaking.

{Oh Master, I'm so sensitive. Kayla is -- Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Right there, Kayla. Omigod, I'm going to cum again! Eeee!}, and another burst of energy hit me.

This was getting out of hand. That was Frankie's third orgasm. As much as I appreciated the energy, her orgasms and the vivid images she sent with them were making me incredibly horny. I needed to break up this party and curtail Frankie and Kayla's make out session before I did something I knew I'd regret.

"Tina, help Lezzie get dressed while I warm up the car," I instructed, as I went into the kitchen for the spare keys.

When I got to the car, I extended my horns and put a block on Frankie's aura. I was waiting for the car to warm up when I heard Frankie telepath.

{Master, why have you blocked me? Have I displeased you?}

{No, I'm glad you're enjoying your gift, but it isn't necessary to send me images. They're a little distracting right now. Have you had a chance to try out your other gift on Kayla yet?}

{I will as soon as I can stop that cunt from eating me.}

{Now is your chance. I have a feeling you're going to enjoy it.}

Despite my request, Frankie sent me more images of her and Kayla in bed together. I should note that the word "images" was misleading, because I shared a total sensory connection with my thrall. She was sending me everything she felt, heard, smelled, tasted and saw, as well as her own reaction. So, when Frankie managed to maneuver herself so that Kayla's glistening pink folds and winking sex were just above her, I didn't just see it, but I actually smelled its musky scent. Then when Frankie pressed her mouth against Kayla's pussy and extended her tongue deep inside, I could taste her tangy juices.

As I sat in the car, the sight, sound, smell and taste of those images drove my arousal to dangerously high levels. A small amount of pre-cum had already escaped my attempts to hold it back, and I was certain that an even larger emission was soon to follow. Before I lost control altogether, I temporarily blocked Kayla's ability to cum and watched both her and Frankie's auras grow and near their peaks. Then I hit them both with a massive wave of sexual energy as I unblocked their auras.

Frankie's inner voice screamed in my head as both girls went supernova simultaneously. The images from Frankie abruptly stopped as she passed out. 'That should keep them quiet for the rest of the night,' I chuckled to myself.

I was so hard when I got out of the car, that the pressure against the front of my pants was painful. As I stepped onto the porch, I heard Frankie's voice laughing in my head.

{You fucker! Thank you.}

{Goodnight, Frankie,} I telepathed as I lowered my horns and went back inside.

Inside the house, I kept my coat on to help hide the bulge. Fortunately, Tina and Lezzie were too drunk to notice. Lezzie was so unsteady that she needed my help to get into the car and fasten her seatbelt. When we got to her apartment, I escorted her inside and helped her take off her coat and strip down to her underwear.

"Thanksh, Rossh," she smiled after I tucked her into bed.

"Goodnight, Lezzie," I replied as I turned to leave.

"Oh, Rossh, she's crazhy about you," she said, as I turned out the light and closed the door.

When I got back to Tina's house, the downstairs was empty except for Bailie, who was passed out on the couch. I carefully picked her up and carried her up the stairs.

"What are you doing?" she asked sleepily.

"Putting you to bed," I replied, smiling.

"Why are you being sho nice to me?" she wondered, putting her arms around my neck.

"I think you know why," I said as I reached the top of the stairs.

"I'm shhorry I didn't show you my titsh," she slurred sleepily.

"Shhh. You did the right thing. Good night, Bailie," I said, putting her into bed and tucking her in.

"Goodnight, Rossh. Shee you in my dreamsh," she smiled, nodding off.

After I put Bailie to bed and cleaned up the living room, I could finally get some sleep. The change of clothes I had l laid out for myself were missing, no doubt taken by Tina as one of her pranks. So, I stripped down to my boxers, doing my best to ignore the tenting and wet spot, covered myself with a blanket, and fell asleep on the couch.

***

"Help me, Ross! Save me from these agresores!"

Gabriela was naked and in the arms of two men wearing black ski masks--only black ski masks. They were incredibly well-endowed, and looked like bodybuilders, right down to their oiled skin. They were pawing Gabriela lasciviously, who looked like she wasn't putting up much of a struggle.

'Oh, brother!' I thought as I approached the trio. That's when I noticed that I was naked, too. Not only that, but I was also oiled and looked grotesquely brawnier than the two bodybuilders, including my erection, which had to be at least a foot long! 'Really Gabriela. Is this how you dream about me?'

"Keep away, Senor Ross. La chica bonita is ours," one of the assailants taunted. Except for his Spanish accent, his voice sounded strangely like Gil's.

"Take your hands off her. She needs a real man," I proclaimed, holding my erection in my right hand.

This was so campy, but I couldn't fault Gabriela for the way her subconscious mind worked. I decided to "play along" and let my actions be controlled by her dream state until the right opportunity presented itself.

What followed next was Gabriela's version of a machismo melee between three males fighting over her, with the biggest erection winning the day. I felt so out of character, but the demon in me found it exhilarating.

"Oh, Ross. My hero!" she said, as I scooped her up in my arms. She grabbed my face with both hands and placed her mouth over mine, giving me a passionate kiss.

I took the opportunity during the kiss to resume my normal body size.

When she broke the kiss, I put her down. "Gabriela, I know this is your dream, but I need my clothes."

"I think you look sexier without them. Besides, they'll only get in the way," she replied with a coquettish smile.

"What do you mean they'll get in the way? Get in the way for... oh, no. Gabriela, this is wrong," I replied, realizing where this was heading.

"Come with me," she said as she took my hand.

Suddenly, we were back in her dorm room and on her bed. I was on my knees with my hands on Gabriela's hips. She was on all fours in front of me fully impaled on my cock.

"Fuck me, Ross. Fuck me like the dirty whore I am!" Gabriela moaned as she squeezed me inside her.

My demon side urged me to start thrusting, but I resisted. "This is wrong, Gabriela. I can't do this to you or Tripp. He's my friend--and the two of you belong together."

Gabriela was too horny to argue, she started rocking back and forth, fucking herself on my erection.

"This is your reward for saving me," she panted, "Fuck me with that big, fat cock of yours."

Her white-hot aura tasted of coffee with a hint of jalapeno as she slid herself back and forth on my rod. Common decency told me to pull out, but I was frozen in place by my own inner conflict. As much as I wanted to avoid any sexual entanglements with Gabriela, resisting her was becoming problematic. I was already in a hyper-aroused state when I fell asleep, and as corny and contrived as that testosterone-filled melee scene with those two brawny bodybuilders was, I found it to be very sensual. There was only so much eroticism a sex demon can take.

'You're already implanted, take your reward,' my inner demon urged.

"Gabriela, please--" I pleaded as I twitched inside her.

"Ay dios mio. This feels so real," she moaned, clenching several times in response. She picked up the pace, fucking me faster.

My self-control was slipping away.

"We really shouldn't--"

"Make me your whore. Fill my cunt with your seed," she moaned, panting out her words. Her aura beckoning me.

My demon erupted.

"ARRGH!" I groaned as I clutched her hips and drove myself hard into her.

"SI!" she shrieked as her arms collapsed beneath her, sending her head to the mattress and her butt in the air, giving me better access to her honey hole.

I never missed a stroke as I leaned forward and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her head back.

"Is this what you want? To be fucked like a whore?" I growled.

"Ay dios mio. Tan buena, tan buena," she gasped. Her aura was peaking.

I felt a tingling expansion in my balls. I couldn't hold out much longer. "Oh, fuck. I'm close," I panted.

"Give it to me. I want to feel it inside me," she panted.

"Nooo," I drawled as I pressed and held myself hard against her filling her clenching cunt with my demon lava. Triggered by my cum, she arched her back and crushed my cock as she released her orgasmic energy to me.

"Eeee!" she screamed before she and the room disappeared around me.

***

I opened my eyes and was back in the living room. It was pitch dark.

I rolled onto my back and discovered the inside of my boxers was coated with cum.

"Oh, crap!" I muttered.

{Master?} Frankie's voice in my head asked groggily.

{Sorry, go back to sleep} I replied. It was going to take some time for me to train to keep my thoughts to myself.

I checked my phone. It was 2:42 AM. I needed to clean myself and my boxers before Tina or Bailie woke up. I thought about going upstairs and taking a shower, but without anything else to wear, I was afraid of getting caught if Bailie or Tina had a sudden call to nature.

I decided to wash up in the kitchen sink instead, using wet paper towels to wipe and clean myself off before hand-washing my boxers. When I was done, I draped the wet undergarment over the back of the couch and went back to sleep, pulling the blanket over my naked body.

***

"What is it about this cock that I can't seem to stop thinking about? I can't wait to feel it inside me again," Marge said, as she held it in place with her right hand and centered her labia before slowly lowering herself down on my erection.

I watched the tattooed beta iota letters approach my pelvis as my demon cock slowly disappeared inside her. Her insides no longer felt like "large Marge," she was tight.

She looked different too, with a much thinner and well-toned body. Her breasts were still large, but with a thinner body, they stood out, in this case literally, with just the right amount of sag to make their tear-drop shape look voluptuous. She literally had the body of her dreams.

Her aura was glowing brighter and expanding wider as my erection filled that intimate space between her thighs. But there was still a hint of green tinge around the edges.

"I'm glad you're enjoying my cock, but I see your still jealous of Frankie. Why does she bother you so much?" I replied.

"It isn't just Frankie, it's all those thinner girls that--wait a minute, how do you know I'm still jealous? What is it about you, Ross McPherson that feels like you're invading my dreams and knowing about my sexual cravings and desires?" she asked as her ass came to a rest on the top of my thighs. She clenched as spoke.

'Oh crap!' I couldn't tell her the truth about being an incubus--even in her dream. It was time to get creative.

"Uh, I don't know. This is your dream. You tell me. Maybe you're dreaming that I have the ability to know all about your secret sexual desires."

"Bullshit. I read your yearbook profile online. You were considered a nerd and the shyest boy in your senior class, voted 'most likely to remain a virgin'," Marge replied as she started to rock back and forth above me. Her breasts jiggled seductively as she moved.

"Well, I made up for lost time when I was in community college," I replied, hoping to rescue myself.

"Try again, Pinocchio. You had a 4.4 GPA in community college and no emails, calls, or texts to or from any girls on your phone or laptop. So, who are you?" she panted as she ground her clit against the base of my cock.

"What?... How?... Where are you getting your information? That's supposed to be private," I sputtered.

"My father is the founder and CEO of Collinsworth Cybersecurity Systems. He helped to develop some of the software programs used by the NSA. You don't think I haven't learned a thing or two from him?" she panted.

Judging from the increasing rate of mini clenches she was giving me, she was getting close. She gave me a triumphant smile between gasps for breath.

"Stop prying into my personal life. We're all entitled to privacy and secrets that we don't want to share," I replied as I hit her with a dose of sexual energy.

"FUCK!" she shouted as she arched her back and came, sending me a massive hit of her aura before she and the room disappeared.

***

I faded in to one of the department stores at the mall. Tina, and Lezzie were standing outside the ladies' dressing room. The door was open, but from this angle, I couldn't see inside. Madonna was singing "Crazy for you" in the background.

"How does this look?" Bailie's voice came from inside the dressing room.

"That looks great on you, Bails," Tina replied.

"You don't think it shows too much skin? Especially up here?" she asked.

"Are you kidding? That's perfect on you! You're a 34-B, I checked the measurements myself," Tina replied.

"But I can see the tops of my breasts."

Tina gave a short laugh. "That's the best part. Guys go nuts when they see a little boob. Ross will flip when he sees you in it. What do you think, Lez?" Tina asked, turning to Lezzie.

Lezzie looked into the dressing room.

"Oh my God, Bailie, you look so sexy in that outfit, and that color goes well with your brown eyes and hair," Lezzie exclaimed.

"I don't know. Maybe I should try something a little less revealing."

"We talked about this at the restaurant, Bails. You have a nice body, and it's about time you wore something that accentuated it," Tina insisted.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Ross? Is that you? What are you doing here?" Bailie called from inside the dressing room.

"Step out and show him your nightie. Just remember what we told you," Tina said, smiling.

Bailie nervously stepped out of the dressing room and turned towards me. She was wearing the baby doll nightie. The shortness of the garment showed off her well-toned legs and the sheer light blue fabric left nothing to the imagination.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked nervously, remembering to arch her back at the last minute.

"Oh wow!" I replied.

"Do you like it?" she asked, checking her butt and the back of her legs.

"Gorgeous... and the nightie looks good, too," I joked.

She looked at me and grinned, blushing slightly. "You don't think it's too revealing?"

"Before I answer that question, let me ask you. How do you feel in it?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. I've never worn anything like this before, but now that I have it on, I like the way I it looks on me. And it's fun seeing the way you, Tina, and Leslie look at me," she replied with growing confidence.

"I think you look great in it, but what I like most about it is the look on your face. You look more self-assured, like you're having fun," I noted.

Bailie smiled radiantly at me, and her aura seemed to double in size and intensity. She stepped forward.

"I feel so different about myself. I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I feel sexy wearing this," she said, reaching up and putting her arms around my shoulders.

"You're a beautiful woman, Bailie, and it makes me so happy hearing you say that you feel the same way. If wearing that nightie makes you feel attractive, then it's perfect for you," I replied, putting my arms around her waist.

She looked at me with those soft brown eyes, "Ross, I--"

"Bails, show him some tit!" Tina called from somewhere behind us, as the department store and the other two girls seemed to fade away.

I placed my lips over hers and kissed her. She parted her lips and slipped her silky-smooth tongue into my mouth, brushing past my teeth and flirting with my tongue. She seemed to melt against me, pressing her warm body tightly against mine.

I kissed her back teasing her mouth with my tongue. Her right hand left my back, and she pressed against the front of my pants, feeling the hardness that she created there. She moaned softly as she ran her palm along its length.

She broke the kiss and looked up at me with those big, brown eyes. Not a word was spoken as she took a step back and slipped the straps of her lingerie off her shoulders. She kept her eyes focused on mine as she slowly pulled down the front of her nightie, revealing her beautiful breasts.

"Bailie, you don't have to--"

"Shh," she said, putting a finger to my lips.

She then reached for my hands and placed them against her bare chest. Her nipples felt like hard pebbles against my palms.

I squeezed her soft mounds lightly and she closed her eyes and moaned, pushing her chest further into my palms. I continued to gently knead her breasts as she unbuckled my belt and reached into my pants--

"How come these are wet? Did you get a little too excited?" Her voice sounded exactly like Tina's.

Wednesday, December 13.

I opened my eyes to see Tina, wearing a towel wrapped around her hair and another around her torso, standing over me with my damp boxers dangling from her index finger.

"I'll take those if you don't mind," I said, getting up. The blanket fell to the floor as I dove for my boxers, revealing my naked body and morning erection.

Tina quickly snatched them away before I could grab them, hiding them behind her back. "Not so fast. You haven't told me why they're wet," she grinned mischievously.

My stiff cock bobbed up and down as I lunged left and right to retrieve my boxers while Tina shifted them from one hand to the other to keep me from grabbing them.

"Tina, give me back my--"

"Tina, is it alright if I step in the shower--Ohh!" Bailie exclaimed.

I turned to look, and there was Bailie at the bottom of the stairs. She had a full view of my naked body, hard-on and all.

"Yah!" I shouted, as I quickly dropped my hands and ducked below the level of the couch between us. Tina just stood there and laughed.

"Hey Bails, come over here and get a good look at what a naked man with an erection looks like," she laughed.

I grabbed for the blanket to cover myself, but Tina was standing on it.

"Maybe some other time. I just came down to ask if you were done with the bathroom." I heard Bailie say.

"Are you sure you don't want to have a closer look? It's pretty impressive."

"Tina!" I shouted from the floor.

"No. I just want to take a shower," Bailie replied as I heard her starting back up the stairs.

"Ross is already naked. Maybe we should let him go next," Tina teased.

"Don't listen to her, Bailie! Go ahead and take your shower," I called from the floor.

Once I heard the bathroom door close, I got up and confronted Tina.

"I can get dressed while she's in the bathroom. Do you want to give me my clothes back or do I need to get something out of my room?"

"Follow me, spoilsport. Your stuff is upstairs," she replied.

***

(Bailie)

Ross kissed me lightly on the lips as he emerged from his Ancient Civilizations class.

"Thanks for meeting me. Have you been waiting long?" he asked.

"No, I only got here five minutes ago," I replied, as he put his arm around my waist and we headed towards the cafeteria.

Now that I was staying with Ross in Miss Nicholson's house, lunch with him was fraught with a mixture of emotions. (I knew she wanted me to call her Tina, but after several years serving her at the diner, it was hard for me to think of her as anything but Miss Nicholson). Being with Ross had quickly become the highlight of my day, and I looked forward to spending time with him. He had a way of making me feel good about myself, like I was important to him and no longer invisible. But at the same time, it also reminded me of how dependent I had become on him and Miss--on Tina.

I'd be homeless and hungry if it weren't for them, and I felt guilty because I couldn't do anything in return for their kindness. I offered to clean the house in exchange for food and a place to sleep, but Miss Nich--Tina said she already had a housekeeper that came in once a week for that.

A blast of wind blew in our faces as we walked towards the cafeteria, and I laughed.

"What's so funny?" Ross asked.

"Nothing, really. It's just that a gust of wind like that used to rip through my old coat, but I'm still warm in this new coat that Tina bought for me when we went shopping yesterday."

It was another thing I felt grateful--and guilty about.

"It looks good on you, and it matches the hat," he replied.

Tina insisted on the hat, too. It was a lined woolen "pom" that admittedly looked cute on me.

"I'm grateful for everything your cousin has done, but I don't know how I'm going to be able to repay her for all the new clothes she bought for me. I feel just as guilty about you buying me lunch every day."

"Bailie, you shouldn't feel obligated to pay Tina back. It was something she wanted to do. Besides, it gave her an excuse to do her second favorite thing--shopping," he replied, as we reached the cafeteria.

I giggled at what Ross left unsaid. I had a pretty good idea I knew what her favorite thing to do was.

"But I feel like such a charity case. As much I enjoy having lunch with you, they're a constant reminder of how broke I am. I know we've gone over that, but I can't stop feeling guilty about it," I protested.

"I don't think of it as charity, and neither should you. Growing up on a farm, we never had a lot of money to spare, but we always shared what little we had. My parents used to say, 'to whom much has been given, much will be expected.' This isn't so much as charity as it is sharing, and you're someone I'm more than happy to share with," he said as we stood in line.

He watched as we moved through the line, making sure I took more than a small salad for lunch. Maybe I should have been annoyed with him for "mothering me." But I grew up without a mother, and to be honest, having someone looking after me and caring that much felt nice. Besides, I was hungry.

Thinking about Ross, I couldn't get the image of seeing him naked out of my head. His body was perfect. His physique was muscular without being muscle-bound; like Michelangelo's "David" come to life, right down to his tight, naked butt. Then there was his erection and the way it bobbed up and down...

"Bailie? Do you want to sit down?" Ross asked, breaking into my train of thought.

"Oh! Uh, yeah," I mumbled as I sat down across from him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry. Just daydreaming a bit. I want to apologize again for walking in on you this morning," I blushed, trying to suppress a smile.

"Go ahead and laugh. I must have looked pretty silly," he replied as his face turned red.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you," I giggled, no longer able to contain myself.

"Bailie, we went through all that this morning at breakfast. There's no need for you to apologize. If anything, I should be apologizing for flashing you," he replied.

"Oh, no, I wasn't offended. Your body's gorgeous. Besides, you couldn't help it if Tina stole your clothes."

"She also took my phone. That's why I didn't hear my alarm."

"Oh! Speaking of phones, that reminds me," I said, digging into my handbag.

"In all the excitement last night and this morning, I forgot to tell you that Tina bought me a new phone, the latest model and everything. Fortunately, I saved the sim card from my old phone, so I even have my old number and contacts list. See?" I said, holding up my new phone.

"That's great..." he remarked, but then after a pause, "... By the way, I think you have a nice body, too."

"What?"

"I-I meant that nightie you wore last night. It really set off your looks, and I think you're beautiful."

I blushed again.

"I should have never put that thing on, but Tina insisted after she and Leslie modeled it for me. They were having so much fun with it, and it looked so good on them, that I agreed to wear the one they picked out for me. Then she gave me that bourbon and wouldn't let me change unless I drank some. That's when Leslie put on some music, and we all started dancing. After that, I lost track of time and then you walked in. I'm so embarrassed," I explained.

He reached across the table for my hand.

"Why? It looked like you were having fun. I had never seen you let yourself go and look so happy," he said.

"That's because I was drunk."

"You couldn't have been too drunk. Tina said she only gave you half a glass and I saw you spill some of that. Can you honestly tell me you weren't enjoying yourself last night?" he asked.

I thought about it before answering.

"I think it was the first time I could remember doing something without worrying about how other people thought about me, or what I looked like, or how I behaved. It felt... refreshing--no, liberating," I replied.

He didn't say a word. He just sat there with a silly grin on his face.

"What? What are you smiling at?" I asked, chuckling at the way he looked.

"You. You look positively radiant, even happier than you looked last night," he remarked.

He was right, as much I didn't want to admit it, I felt like a new person. I was out from under my stepfather's drunken abusiveness, and without Roger's tantrums and the harassment from some of the students at the diner, I no longer felt judged or belittled. For the past 24 hours, I was with people not only allowed me to put myself first, but they encouraged it. Ross especially seemed to take pleasure in my happiness.

But all that didn't change the fact that I was homeless and sleeping in Ross's bed while he slept on the couch. I had no money and no job and was dependent upon the generosity of Tina for my clothes and my phone and phone service. And the semester finals were next week...

At that moment, my phone rang. It was an unknown local number.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hello, is this Bailie Mousseux?" the male voice asked. The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

"Yes, who is this?"

"This is Richard Flaubert, we met last Saturday at my restaurant. Perhaps you remember me?" he asked politely.

"Oh! Yes, of course. Mr. Flaubert, what can I do for you?" I asked, looking at Ross.

"Thank goodness I've reached you. I tried to get a hold of you yesterday, but apparently your phone wasn't working. Tina, I mean Miss Nicholson, suggested I try again today. You see, I purchased the Blue Ox Diner on Monday, and I was hoping you would accept the position of dining staff manager," Richard explained.

"Mr. Flaubert, I don't know what to say."

"Please call me Richard. There would be a substantial increase in salary of course, and I'm willing to offer you a signing bonus. It was my head waiter, Robert's suggestion that I buy the diner and I hire you. He tells me that you know the clientele well and can run the dining area while he and one of my sous chefs will be in the kitchen redesigning the menu to cater to the college crowd at prices they can afford," Richard continued.

"Oh, Mr. Flaub--Richard, this sounds wonderful, but when do you want me to start? I have final exams next week," I replied.

He chuckled over the phone. "Not to worry, Miss Mousseux. I'm still negotiating with the police department to complete their investigation so that we can get in and redo the interior, clean the kitchen and replace all the damaged booths, tables and chairs that were broken. As you know, the previous line cook left the place a mess, and I suspect we may have to replace most of the refrigerators and the kitchen equipment to pass the health inspection. We probably won't be ready until the start of next semester.

"Well, I--"

"Robert also suggested new outfits, something more appropriate for a college-oriented diner, blue tee shirts and dark blue jeans. I hope that meets with your approval," he added.

"Why, yes, of course. That sounds very generous. I would be happy to help," I replied.

"Excellent. I'll have Robert contact you with a contract for employment before Christmas along with the signing bonus. Welcome aboard Miss Mousseux, I look forward to having you on our staff," he said before hanging up.

"Everything okay?" Ross asked.

"Okay? It's fantastic! I'm going to have a job!" I said as I put my arms around him and kissed him.

***

(Gil)

"Gil Dubois? Your pizza's ready!" the man at the counter called.

I picked up the pizza from the counter, extra-large, meat lovers, just like Marge liked it. That was one of the things we had in common. I brought it over to the table and waited for her to take the first slice.

"Um, thanks for fixing my grade in Business class," I said as she took her first bite.

She merely nodded as she chewed on her pizza. This was the first time we ever had lunch together, and as much as I wanted her to make the first move and explain why the special occasion, my curiosity got the better of me.

"Gee, Marge, lunch together, this must be pretty important," I said, taking a slice.

She played with her phone until she finished chewing. Then, taking a sip of her diet soda, she finally looked at me.

"What do you know about Ross McPherson? His real name is Ed, but he goes by his middle name. Wasn't he the guy that broke up your little rape scene yesterday?" she asked before taking a second bite.

"Hebs ab nerb; anb wehb dibn't rabe herb, wehb obly wanbed to--"

"For Cripes sake, moron, finish what's in your mouth before you start talking to me. I can't understand a word you're saying," Marge scolded after swallowing her second bite.

"I said, he's a nerd. And I already told you we didn't... rape her, we only wanted to scare her," I replied, whispering most of the last part of that sentence.

"I already know how nerdy he is. I want to know more about who he hangs out with. That sort of thing," she demanded.

"Well, I know he likes that mousey girl from the diner. He got really upset when I mentioned that we got even with her for telling the police that me and Darrel tried to mess with her,"

"That was another stupid thing you did," Marge commented, reaching for her second slice.

"Yeb, welb," I started before remembering to swallow. "Yeah, well, it was Darrel's idea."

"Darrel's idea. Really? Do you really expect me to believe that you're taking orders from Darrel now? He's an even bigger fucking moron than you are, and that's saying something. You can be a real asshole, you know that?" she reprimanded.

"Yeah, well, that guy Ross broke that up, too. He was there with that great piece-of-ass, Tina from the Admissions Office. I think she's his cousin or something," I said before stuffing the rest of my piece in my mouth. Marge was already half a slice up on me and I wanted to be sure I got my share of the pizza.

"You look disgusting when you eat, do you know that? And I have to sit across the table from you and watch you. Finish what's in your mouth and tell me more about this Ross guy," Marge complained.

It took me a bit to get it all down and I needed to drink half my soda before I could talk.

"He's in my business class and I think that Italian professor with the big tits likes him. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, he works out with the wrestling team. He's good friends with that n**."

She took a quick look around to see if there was anyone listening in nearby.

"Watch your fucking mouth! What did I tell you about using that racist shit around me? If I hear one more racial slur out of your mouth, I'm going to send an anonymous note to the dean with a copy to your hockey coach and your father. You'll be out of here so fast, you'll be cleaning latrines at an Army boot camp on New Year's Eve," she warned.

"Whatever. I just thought--"

"I don't want to know what you think. Tell me more about those workouts. Is there anything unusual about them? What about when he's in the locker room? Have you ever seen him naked? Does he have a black cock?" she asked.

"That's kind of a sensitive subject right now. The whole team thinks I'm gay or some kind of pervert," I replied.

"I don't give a shit about that, tell me about his dick. Is it black?" she asked.

"I don't know. I've never seen it. I guess all those guys have black dicks, don't they?" I replied.

"All what guys? What are you talking about? I want to know about Ross, you moron. What does his dick look like?" she asked.

"Oh, when you asked about a black dick, I thought you were talking about the ni--I mean the Black kid," I said.

"You're such a fucking simpleton. We're talking about Ross McPherson. Now listen carefully, asshole, I want you to follow him into the locker room and check out his penis. Tell me what it looks like. Or better yet, take a picture of it and send it to me," she demanded.

"I can't take a picture of his junk in the locker room. I'm in enough trouble as it is. They'll kick me out of school for sure. Can't I just tell you what it looks like? You have no idea what the guys are saying about me," I insisted.

"You're one of the leaders on the team. How could they possibly think you're gay?" she asked, taking her fourth slice.

"It's really embarrassing," I replied.

"Fine, because I couldn't give two shits about it, anyway," she said, taking out her phone.

I leaned across the table.

"I got an erection while I was in the showers with the guys. Then, in the locker room, when I put on my underpants, they were a pair of girls' panties instead. I swear, I have no idea how they got there," I whispered loudly.

I expected Marge to start laughing at me, but instead, she put away her phone and got very serious.

"What color were they? Were they new or used?" she asked.

"Pink, but they had a chicken or something in the crotch area. They were used and looked big enough for me to wear. Except that they were tight in the crotch and squished my balls," I replied.

Marge chuckled. "That wasn't a chicken. It was a rooster, you idiot! Was Ross in the room when this happened?"

"No, just the hockey team, although I'm starting to wonder about Darrel."

"Well, we both know Darrel didn't bother to get in line when they handed out brains," Marge said, reaching for another slice.

"No, but this is really strange. After he took a shower, he went to the bathroom and when he returned, he was back in his hockey clothes. When I asked him why he put his practice gear back on again, he told me he hadn't showered yet. Wow, talk about being forgetful!" I explained.

Marge was looking in my direction, but it looked more like she was thinking of something else.

"It's not possible, they're not real. There's got to be another explanation. But it all seems to fit," she mumbled to herself before focusing back on me, "Get back to me tonight. Or better yet, call me after practice. I want to know what Ross's cock looks like."

With that, she got up and left, having finished five of the eight slices of pizza. I was just finishing my third slice when I remembered the panties. 'Oh, a cock! I get it now!'

***

(Ross)

It felt like I was riding on the roller coaster of emotions, up one minute and down the next. Lunch with Bailie was just the beginning.

After lunch, Bailie and I went to the library and studied for a couple of hours. She was in such a good mood, she was having trouble containing herself, which put me in a good mood as well.

But that mood abruptly changed when I got to my 3 PM Business Systems class with Professor Bartoli. She seemed very upset about something and kept glowering at Gil and Darrel sitting in the front row. Whatever was bothering her must have been big, because she lost her place several times during her lecture, something I had never seen her do.

My plan to isolate Gil was going better than expected. No one, except Darrel, would sit next to him in the front row of Business Systems class. After class, he followed me into the locker room, rather than his usual practice of changing with the rest of his team.

He seemed to be particularly interested in my crotch and couldn't wait for me to take off my underwear. It felt pretty creepy, and being an incubus, that's saying something. I wondered if I had tapped into some latent homosexual tendency in him in the shower yesterday. At one point when I was naked, he took out his cell phone and it looked like he was going to take a picture of me. That's when I hit him with another jolt of sexual energy, causing him to drop his camera phone, allowing me to finish changing unmolested. The last thing I needed was a dick pic of me floating around campus.

The only good news about him following me into the locker room was a chance to find the combination to his lock, which enabled me to switch his underwear for the other pair of Marge's panties I had with me.

Supper with Bailie was back to another emotional high. She was still excited from her phone call from Richard Flaubert and the prospect of working at a higher pay rate with Robert and a better line cook.

"Maybe I'll have enough money to rent a room somewhere," she remarked excitedly.

"Maybe you could still stay with Tina and me if we put a bed in that middle room upstairs. That way you could save some money for other things, like clothes and tuition," I suggested.

She flashed a smile, and her aura glowed brighter at that.

After supper we went back to the library. With finals less than a week away, it was starting to get crowded. We found the same double cubicle near the stacks we were in on Monday and sat together studying Advanced Forensics together.

At 7 PM, I left my books with Bailie and went to work at the front desk. Because of the number of students studying, Miss Goodman stayed around, assisting students while I reshelved books. After 90 minutes, I was almost done when I received a text.

Marge: I know what u r.

My mouth went dry, and I felt a lump in the pit of my stomach. Did she really know? I checked her aura in my mind's eye. It was glowing brightly with that now familiar green tinge, only now that "tinge" was darker and wider.

My mind immediately went into a hopeful denial. Maybe this was some sort of a bluff, or perhaps it had nothing to do with my being an incubus. I was still thinking of how I was going to respond when she texted me again, this time leaving little doubt.

Marge: I have Mage Lutien's book.

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Next Chapter: Blackmailed.