Greek Gods on Campus - Pt. 02

Welcome to the second chapter of an ongoing series about friendship, sex, unrequited love, and Greek gods. If you haven't read the first chapter, I'd recommend reading that before this one. Expect a little bit of a slow burn, I like to let my characters breathe a little.

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The university library was an enormous multistory building that dominated the center of campus. Large glass panels on the sides and roof let in soft natural light, illuminating the labyrinth of bookshelves and study areas.

V and I navigated through the bookshelves while I practiced various versions of how I might tell the professor about last night.

"-we borrowed the pendant and may have summoned some- oh what's the use? He's never going to believe any of this!" I said, exasperated.

"He saw a man appear from a lightning strike, he might be more receptive to the idea than you think," V said casually.

We reached the elevator which led to the Special Collection area - the place where all the rare and valuable books were carefully stored and cared for by a special team of archivists.

"Hell, I'm not sure I believe in all this," I said.

"You're telling me last night was normal Katie behavior? Sneaking off in the middle of the night to have sex with some rando?"

"He wasn't a rando."

"Who was it then?"

I ran my hands through my hair. "I really don't want to talk about it."

"You don't have to be embarrassed, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it. But you do have to admit it's a bit out of character for you."

Very out of character for me.

"I tell you about my adventures, don't I?" She said.

"Yes, in excruciating detail! Most people don't just go around sharing that kind of information."

She shrugged. "I don't see why not."

"Because it's personal!"

"Why should it be? Sex is a natural human behavior," she said as the elevator arrived. We stepped inside.

"Now you sound like Diogenese,'" I said.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said. "Diogenese kicked ass. A philosophy that encourages people to live according to their nature? Sign me up."

"Even the part where he said people should be able to masturbate and shit in public?"

"Well... maybe not the shitting part," she said. I scoffed and playfully slapped her arm.

The elevator doors opened into the reception area for Special Collections. An unoccupied wooden desk, covered in computer monitors and papers, stood across from the elevator. The air up here smelled strongly of old books. I took a deep whiff of it.

"Oh, I love that smell," I crooned.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" V said.

There was a button on the reception desk that said 'Press For Assistance'. V pressed it, sending an unheard signal to elsewhere. We milled around the reception area idly, waiting for someone to arrive. I heard the approaching clicking of heels on tile from a hallway. A woman appeared at the threshold.

"How can I help you?" She asked.

She was tall and lean, her sandy hair pulled into a tight bun that rested behind her head. From behind black rimmed glasses she regarded us impassively. Her mouth was a thin firm line. She wore a white sleeveless blouse, paired with a grey pencil skirt that reached down to her knees. Her legs were clad in pantyhose, leading down to her black heels. Her conservative attire was somehow more enticing on her than I would have imagined otherwise. I simultaneously felt awed and terrified of her.

V seemed taken aback as well. She hesitated for a moment then said, "We're here to view a book from Special Collections."

"Very well," the woman said. "Follow me."

She about-faced, returning back down the hallway in which she'd come. V and I followed behind her, the click of her heels echoing down the hallway. V looked back at me, mouthing "oh my god" and mimicked fanning her blushing face. The woman was indeed stunning.

We followed her to a climate controlled room, containing a chair, a desk, and a large book cradle.

She turned and ushered us inside. "You may wait here while I retrieve the book. Can I see the title?"

V handed her a slip with the name of the book written on it. The woman read it quickly, nodded to herself, turned, and left. V waited until the woman's footsteps had receded before releasing a wave of pent up energy.

"Oh, be still my heart," she said theatrically, holding her hands to her chest.

"Have you seen her before?" I asked.

"No! If I had, I'd have come up here more often."

"I'm not sure she likes us."

"Oh come on, how could anyone dislike us?"

A few minutes later, the Librarian returned, carefully transporting a rust-colored tome between her gloved hands. It was bound in an ancient leather cover, its yellowed pages wrinkled from water damage. She carefully set the tome on the book cradle and gently opened it. She opened a drawer of the table and retrieved a second pair of white cotton gloves, which she handed to V.

"Rules: First, you must wear the gloves at all times while handling the book. Second, the book must remain on the book cradle. And third, only one of you is allowed to view the book at a time."

V and I looked at each other. She shrugged.

"Okay. This was my idea, so I'll stay and check out the book," V said.

"Very well," the Librarian said. She looked directly at me with her unflinching gaze. My heart quailed a little. "You may come with me."

She started out of the room, and I followed obediently. V looked at me and put her hand over her heart again, pretending to swoon. I stuck my tongue out at her.

The Librarian led me to another room two doors down the hall, which appeared to be her workspace. A large metal table, covered in tools and materials, dominated the center of the room. She removed her gloves and set them on a desk. Next she moved to a station at the center of the table where an unbound book was held in a vice.

The only chair in the room was behind her desk, which I certainly didn't feel bold enough to sit in. Instead, I stood awkwardly near the wall and watched her work. She was clearly performing some sort of maintenance on the book, but I couldn't tell what exactly. After a few minutes of watching her work, I couldn't bear the awkward silence any more.

"What are you working on?" I asked.

"I am rebinding this book," she said, without looking up. She punched a hole in the sheet of leather with a metal tool.

She continued to work as she spoke. "The old cover was so badly damaged that it fell apart on its way to us, so I am building a new binding to hold the pages."

"It's quite relaxing," she said, finally looking up at me. "Would you like to try?"

Her expression remained as inscrutable as ever, but this was the first friendly gesture she'd made towards me, and I wasn't about to turn it down.

"Sure," I said, smiling meekly. I shuffled over to her. She ushered me into the spot at the work bench where she had just been standing. I glanced back at her over my shoulder, keeping my hands at my sides. I felt like I needed her permission before I touched anything.

"I have finished punching the holes for the spine," she said. "Now we need to bind it. Pick up that lace." She pointed at a long ribbon of thick shoelace-like material. I did as she bade, and paused for the next step.

Unexpectedly, she moved in close behind me, spooning my outstretched arm. She gently grasped my hand. I was startled, but thankfully didn't jump out of my skin. My heart beat a little faster. She began guiding my hand towards the leather sheet.

"The lace goes in, like this," she said, steering my hand through the motion. "Then loops over to the next hole, like so."

The gentleness of her touch was shocking compared to the rigidness she'd shown so far. Her hand was warm. I could feel the strength in her fingers, but she held my hand tenderly.

I worked with her on the book for quite some time, her body lightly touching mine, her hands acting as my tutor, her lessons delivered quietly into my ear. My trepidation at being near her melted away, and I soon found myself in something of a zen state, working contentedly on the book in front of me, enjoying the touch of her hands and the rich smell of leather.

"That is the last step for today," she said, stepping back and releasing my hands. I turned to look at her, unable to keep a smile off my face.

"Thank you for teaching me," I said.

"Of course."

V wasn't back yet, and I desperately wanted to keep our interaction rolling. I wracked my brain for something to say to keep things from lapsing back into awkward silence.

"How do you work in those all day?" I said, indicating her heels. "Don't they hurt your feet?"

She looked down at her shoes, then back at me. "Once you're used to them, you don't even notice them. You don't wear heels?"

"No," I laughed. "I'm pretty sure I'd just fall over."

"You've never tried them before?"

I shook my head. She came and stood next to me, comparing her foot to mine.

"We're about the same size." She stepped out of her heels, bringing her down closer to my height. She suddenly seemed less intimidating as she stood there in her stockings.

She picked her shoes up and handed them to me. "Try them on."

I shook my head, laughing, but went along with it anyway. I slipped out of my sneakers and socks. I took a deep breath then stepped into one shoe, balancing precariously while I went to slip on the other.

The Librarian took my arm, steadying me while I got my other foot into the shoe. It was strange, being suddenly taller than her. From atop my towering position I could look at her hair from above, appreciating the intricate knots of her bun, coiled tightly behind her head.

"Okay, let's try walking," she said. She released my arm, but stayed close by. My first steps were as shaky as a newborn giraffe. She walked next to me, giving instruction and acting as a hand rail when needed.

Soon I had not exactly mastered walking, but I at least didn't feel like I was going to roll off them at any moment anymore. I decided to try to increase my speed from Old Grandma to something approaching a normal pace.

I stepped out confidently, my first few paces landing perfectly. I grinned, starting to feel good about myself. Then, my next step didn't land quite flush and my foot slipped out from under me. I let out a laughing squeal as I came crashing into her arms. She caught me easily.

I looked up at her and spied the faintest hint of a smile, sending butterflies flying through my stomach.

Just then, V walked through the doorway.

"Having fun, are we?" She said playfully.

I shot her a knowing grin. The Librarian set me back on my feet, and I slipped out of her shoes and back into mine. When I turned around, she loomed over me once again.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" She asked V.

"I think so," V said.

"Good."

V headed out the door, and I followed. At the threshold I turned back to the Librarian. "Thank you for teaching me today."

"Of course," she said, her face and tone inscrutable once again.

After the library, we visited the Professor's office. He was at his desk, frowning at his computer - his hair even more of a tumbled mess than usual. Noticing us, he motioned us over.

"Take a look at this," he said, pointing to his computer monitor.

It appeared to be security footage from last night. The video was tinted in blue monotone hues, but the picture was clear enough. First, there was nothing, just an empty quad in the small hours of the morning. Then a flash washed out the entire frame. As the flash faded, a large dark streak could be seen, burned into the grass of the quad. In the center stood a figure in a toga. He wiped himself off, and strolled confidently off camera.

"I have no idea what to make of it," he said, rubbing his chin. "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I'd swear someone was playing a prank on me."

I shuffled nervously. "Okay, please don't be mad but, uh, there is something you should know-"

"We borrowed the pendant last night and performed the ritual," V interjected, saving me from my confession. She glanced my way and our eyes met briefly.

"What?" The Professor said. "Why?"

Oh god, the last thing I wanted to do was to explain why I was praying for help with my love life.

"Long story," V said dismissively. "The point is, we think it might have had an effect."

"What kind of effect?"

V paced a bit, gathering her thoughts. I stood there in silence, wringing my hands nervously.

"There's this theory that gods get their power from belief, right? When someone prays to them, they grow more powerful."

The Professor raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"So last night, when we performed the ritual it essentially brought them back into being, because for a moment, we believed in them through prayer."

The Professor frowned and scratched the back of his head. "Okay, supposing your theory is right, why do we have what appears to be Zeus," he motioned to the footage, "and not Aphrodite?"

I finally got the nerve to speak. "There was uh, a bit of a mix up in the words. The prayer went out to the... whole pantheon."

The Professor sat back in his chair. "In Greek mythology the nature of the prayer matters. So if a love ritual invoked the entire pantheon then that would mean-"

"-we could have a bunch of gods, all horned up, roaming around campus," V said. "I mean, we're talking about deities that can't walk through the forest without impregnating two nymphs and a deer, so who knows what they could be like now."

"Around campus?" He asked.

"Based on my research, it seems like they'll need to stay near where they were summoned, at least until they grow more powerful. That means they'll be on or near campus."

The idea of a gang of gods, sauntering around campus, sex-crazed and back from a two thousand year time-out sounded like trouble.

"Is it possible they could, ya know, create some demigods by hooking up with people?" I asked.

"Maybe. I hadn't even considered that," V said.

"And how would one deal with them?" The Professor asked.

"Well, according to the text, touching them with the pendant and revoking the prayer should banish them."

"We have to find them first," I said. "What kinds of things are we looking for?"

"If the mythology is to be believed: upheaval, drama, mayhem," the Professor said, ticking off on his fingers. "Subtlety was never their strong suit."

A week passed with no obvious signs of anything unusual on campus. I started to think that maybe V's theory was just fantasy, and that I hadn't, indeed, summoned forces beyond our ken. Then, I got a late night call from the Professor.

"Professor?" I said, answering the phone.

"Oh, good, you're awake. I couldn't get ahold of V."

"What's going on?"

There was a pregnant pause. "I think I might have found something. Maybe it's nothing, but I'd like to check it out. Can you meet me at my office?"

"Yeah, sure, I'll be there in a few," I said, hanging up the phone. What on earth did he find?

I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess and I was wearing my normal evening wear of sweatpants and a T-shirt, no bra. I grabbed a brush and did my best to tame my hair. I considered changing, but then decided that appearing at his office dressed up would look too desperate. Whatever, I thought. He can see me in my sweatpants.

I arrived at his office not long after. The campus was deserted. As I stepped inside, he ushered me over to his computer.

"Thanks for coming," he said.

"Of course."

"Alright, so since the incident," that was his term for the ritual, "I've been keeping my eyes peeled for anything unusual."

I nodded.

"So check this out." He adjusted his glasses and pulled up three notifications on his computer. Each was a notice of a missing student, all filed within the last few days.

"So I looked into these three students. The only class they have in common is this ceramics class."

He pulled the class info up on the screen.

"Instructor, M. Gregorian," I read off the screen. "She only started at our school... a week ago?" I looked up at the Professor, my eyes wide.

He raised his eyebrows. "Suspicious, right?"

"Definitely."

"So I was thinking, want to do a little poking around her office with me tonight?"

"Professor," I said, smiling, "are you asking me to do some breaking and entering with you?"

"Well, entering, yes. No breaking needed, I have a campus master key," he said, jingling his keyring and grinning. His stormy blue eyes twinkled mischievously.

I had never seen him so much as jaywalk before, let alone propose something this risque. I like this new side of him, I thought to myself.

We carefully wrapped the pendant in a cloth and placed it in the Professor's coat pocket, then went on our way to the arts building. The campus was, unsurprisingly, dead at this hour. We walked through the darkened hallways using our phone flashlights to light our way.

We located the ceramics room, and the Professor slid his key into the lock, opening the door as quietly as possible. We crept into the studio. An array of half finished pieces lined the counters.

It was quickly clear that neither of us had any idea what we were looking for. We split up and milled about, randomly looking in cabinets or drawers for some kind of clue. We had almost finished a circuit of the whole room when we heard it - an echoing laugh coming from behind a door at the back of the room. We looked at each other and began to move quietly towards it.

As we got closer, we could hear a voice singing indistinctly from the next room. We shut our flashlights off. The Professor mouthed counting to three, then cracked the door open.

Light spilled out of the doorway into our darkened room. My eyes fought to adjust as we crept inside using our stealthiest crouch-walk. It was a large storage area for the arts department. Rows of shelving held art supplies of all kinds: paint, brushes, blocks of clay, you name it.

We heard it again, clearer now - a female voice, dark and smoky. Her voice, hauntingly beautiful, echoed along the shelves in a language I couldn't understand.

We made our way along the shelves. In front of us was an open area where some chairs and couches had been gathered together as an impromptu staff lounge, presumably set up by the art department.

Standing in front of the couches was a woman, pacing and singing to herself, her face turned away from us. Her hair was a mass of dark dreadlocks, tied back with a blue handkerchief. She wore a white halter dress that showed off her toned back. Her skin color seemed to shift as she moved, sometimes appearing a dark mocha color, other times grey, or tinged in blue.

On the couch in front of her were three naked figures, sitting motionless. I recognized them immediately.

"Those are the missing students," I whispered to the Professor. He nodded gravely.

She walked along the couch with the three students, running her hand against their chests. They remained completely still.

That seems odd, I thought. Wheels turned in my head. Her hair. The motionless students.

I turned towards the Professor, who seemingly had come to the realization at the same time.

"Medusa!" We both mouthed silently. This was bad. She hadn't turned the students to stone, but they did appear totally unable to move.

Adrenaline began pumping into my veins, and I couldn't decide whether to flee or stay. While I hesitated, the Professor was already in action. He set off towards the unsuspecting Gorgon, his hand reaching in his pocket for the pendant.

"Wait!" I hissed, but he continued onward, his face furrowed in grim concentration.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had no choice but to go after him. I began my own creep forward. Each silent step seemed to bring me closer to our doom - the world's slowest suicide charge.

We had made it two thirds of the way to her when the eyes of the frozen students shifted their focus to us. Shit, apparently they could still control their eyes.

Medusa noticed the movement, and turned slowly, following their gaze. There we were, standing in the open, posed ridiculously in midstep.

"Oh hello," she said in her dark voice. She was even more beautiful from the front. Her eyes were large and expressive, the pupils black as night. Below lay her full, round lips, curled into a smirk.

A halter top criss-crossed over her breasts, the material so thin it was nearly sheer. Below that lay her naked stomach, her skin shimmering between colors as she moved. Her dress resumed at her hips, hanging to her ankles with a deep slit that left one of her long shapely legs exposed.

My body now finally decided on flight, rather than fight. I started to turn, planning on sprinting out of the room, but before I had even rotated a few degrees her hair stood up of its own accord, as if she had been electrocuted.

I froze mid-turn. I tried to scream, but my lips wouldn't respond, only a feeble gasp of air vibrating in my throat. I screamed internally instead, mentally thrashing against my muscles, willing them to move.

It was no use. My heart continued to beat, my lungs continued to breathe, and I could move my eyes, but nothing else.

I flicked my eyes to the side. The Professor was likewise frozen in place at the beginning of an attempt to leap and tackle our opponent. His gaze met mine, and for the first time since I'd known him, I could see fear in his eyes.

She walked towards us like a runway model, her legs flitting out of her flowing dress as she approached.

"Oooh, a couple. This could be fun," she purred. The Professor and I glanced at each other. Frozen as I was, I couldn't correct her.

She sidled over to me, her eyes sparkling, grinning like a shark.

"Let's see what we are working with," she said, slowly orbiting me and inspecting every inch of my body. She passed behind me, out of my view, and my terror reached a new level. I could only imagine what she was up to back there.

Then, gently, I felt her embrace me from behind. Her skin was shockingly warm, like she'd been bathing in the sun only moments before. Her firm breasts pressed against my back. She ran her arms down mine until our hands rested atop each other. She entwined our fingers and rested her chin on my shoulder. What on earth was she doing?

With only the slightest of guidance from her, she began to move my arms, controlling me like a puppet. It was like my muscles were no longer my own and responded to her alone.

Looking over to the Professor to make sure he was watching, she raised my arms, then ran my fingers slowly down my neck. My fingers didn't feel like my own as they gently caressed the sides of my neck, tickling slightly. My alarm was momentarily replaced with befuddlement as I tried to puzzle out what the hell she was up to.

Reaching my shoulders, she guided my hands down over my chest, running my hands over my breasts through the thin shirt, my thumbs flicking over my nipples as they passed. She ran my palms down my sides until they reached my hips. Here she curled my hands around them and, moving her hips behind mine, began to sway me side to side. Pressing her warm body into me tighter, she guided my hips into a slow, hypnotic figure eight pattern.

My hips still swaying, she had me reach down and grasp the string of my pants. I immediately knew what she was about to do, and a jolt of panic ran through me. No no no no. I don't want him to see! Not like this...

My fingers unwillingly pulled on the string, undoing the knot - the only thing keeping my baggy sweat pants on my waist. I felt the material begin to slide off me with each movement of my hips. I begged the pants to stay on with every fiber of my being, but with my next gyration they reached the widest part of my hips, then slipped below it. The pants drifted to the floor, pooling at my feet. My bare legs immediately felt cold, but the rest of me burned with embarrassment. I couldn't bear to look at the Professor.

She began to sing her song again, softly in my ear. Somehow the sad melody helped a little. My dance continued, with me now in my panties.

I heard Medusa coo softly behind me. "I think he likes what he sees."

Snapping out of my own racing thoughts, I looked over at the Professor. The beginning of a bulge was visible running down one leg of his pleated pants. Reading his eyes, I think he was even more embarrassed than I was. Forgetting my own predicament, I immediately wanted to comfort him. I locked my gaze with his, trying to send some sort of message with my eyes alone. It's okay, my eyes said. We're in this together.

We kept our gazes locked, my hips still swinging under Medusa's guidance. Whatever emotion I was able to convey with my eyes, it seemed to work and his panicked look softened.

I felt my hands running back up the sides of my body and across my stomach, teasing the bottom edge of my cut-off shirt. I knew what was coming next, and I kept my eyes on the Professor. He struggled to keep his eyes on me, his gaze occasionally straying down to my hands as they teased up my shirt. With effort, he pulled his eyes back up to mine.

My fingers were now running back and forth across my chest, pushing my shirt higher and higher so the undersides of my small breasts would flash into view. The Professor had lost his battle to keep his eyes on mine, and was now staring at my hands running across the bottom of my breasts. I took the opportunity to look down at his pants again. His bulge had gotten ever bigger, straining against the fabric in an attempt to pull itself upright.

I began to feel something new - something I'd never felt before. Sexy. Powerful. The man of my dreams was helpless before my dancing body, his gaze glued to my movements, his arousal visible for all to see. My fear and embarrassment began to melt away.

If I could have smiled, I would have. Suddenly the movement of my hips and the fingers running across my breasts no longer felt like I were being puppeted, but movement of my own volition.

I wanted, now, to show him more. On cue, my hands crossed and gripped the bottom of my cut-off. Slowly, they pulled the shirt upwards, the fibers running across my now erect nipples. A shiver of pleasure ran through my body. I felt the bottom of the shirt pass over my breasts and then the cool air waft against me. The shirt came off over my head and was unceremoniously added to the pile of my clothes on the floor beneath me.

My hands were now running lightly over my hard nipples, my fingers pulling them gently and then releasing them to bounce back into place when they had passed. It felt amazing, and, surprising me, a moan issued from my unmoving lips.

"We've found a sensitive spot, I see," she said into my ear. I had become so enthralled in my own body and watching the Professor's reaction that I had almost forgotten she was behind me.

My hands journeyed back down my stomach. My thumbs hooked onto the waistband of my pink panties on either side of my pubic mound. I began peeling the waistband down to reveal more of myself as my hips gyrated. With each movement of my hips I showed a little bit more, until my panties were all but showing the top of my slit. Warmth spread through my pelvis, and I knew my lips were filling with blood, becoming plumper by the second.

Soon, my panties began to darken from the bottom upwards as my excitement soaked into them. I hoped the Professor could see how turned on I was.

I turned around, now giving him a view of my shaking butt. My thumbs ran along the length of my waistband behind my hips. Slowly, I slid my panties down from behind.

I felt my g-string slip from between my wet lips, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I pulled the panties down slowly, until they rested below my ass cheeks.

I turned again, the only thing holding my panties in place was the pressure from my pubic mound. The panties strained against it, wanting to join the rest of my clothes on the floor.

My hands grasped the waistband again and slowly peeled the panties away from me. The amount of fluid now down there made an almost audible sound as the panties separated from my pussy. A visible strand of my honey connected me to the panties before the tension broke and it joined the rest on the soaking fabric.

The Professor's eyes were now wide, almost frantic. His cock was fully awake now, and what must have been painfully pressed up against his pants leg. I imagined that if I were to pull his pants down, his cock would spring upwards in relief.

I was now fully naked, standing before him. I felt Medusa release me. My body went still again. The loss of warmth and movement was shocking, like stepping out of a shower onto cold tile.

She now moved over to the Professor, her hips swinging like mine had been only moments ago.

"You poor thing. She's right there, and you can't even reach out and touch her. It must be torture watching such a gorgeous body and being unable to do anything about it." She chuckled to herself.

"Should I have mercy?" She asked, looking first at him and then over at me. Yes, yes, yes, I tried to say with my eyes. The Professor was looking at her even more pleadingly.

"Oh, I suppose so. Can't stop the fun there, can we?"

Without bothering to take control of him like she had with me, she simply reached over and began undressing him. His jacket was flung onto the floor. Next she began unbuttoning his shirt. On a good day I might see the professor with two buttons unfastened. Now, she was already at the third and then fourth buttons. The Professor's white shirt spread apart as she undid the buttons, but her hands blocked my view. I strained against my own frozen muscles, wanting to crane my head in order to see better.

Finally, she reached the last button and, pulling on the bottom of the shirt, untucked it and billowed it open. I had imagined him like this so many times before that it felt surreal to finally see it with my own eyes. The Professor's chest was surprisingly hairless, considering the mop of thick hair atop his head.

He was without an ounce of fat on him, the lean musculature of his chest on full display - the gentle curves of his pecs, the muscle running down the sides of his stomach and the faint outline of his abs. A pronounced V at his hip line pointed down like an arrow.

I desperately wanted to see more. On cue, Medusa pulled his shirt the rest of the way off, revealing his wiry arms. I thought I could see the veins in his arms pulsating. If he's feeling anything like me, his heart is pounding right now, I thought to myself.

"Now for the grand reveal," she said. She undid his belt buckle and the button of his pants. His bulge shifted, perhaps sensing it was about to be freed from its corduroy prison.

Slowly she slid his pants and underwear down together. My heartbeat quickened. A patch of brown pubic hair was revealed as his pants descended. The first glimpse of his shaft appeared, his cock bent downwards by his pants.

With a slow tug, she pulled the pants harder. I watched his poor dick bend against the pressure. His pants crumpled to the floor, and, released from its torment, his cock sprang into position, pointing at me.

The head was flush with blood at its unwitting contortion, and a blue vein throbbed along the bottom. I, of course, had imagined what he'd look like a million times before. Like him, his cock was long and lean. What was thick, though, was his head which was distinctly larger than the rest and swollen red in arousal. A bead of precum threatened to drip out of the tip.

"Not bad," Medusa said, inspecting him from head to toe. I felt a pang of jealousy as she sized him up like a slab of beef.

She looked down at my groin, a trickle of juice running down the inside of my leg. "You want each other pretty bad," she said. "I wonder, if I gave you back control of your bodies - would you escape, or fuck like rabbits?"

Fuck like rabbits, I shouted in my mind, my animal instincts having taken complete control of me.

"Of course, we can't risk that, so I'll have to play matchmaker." She grinned.

Turning back to the professor, she curled one hand around his cock and began pulling him towards me, using his penis like a towing hitch.

Jealousy coursed through every fiber of my body. Get your hands off him! I screamed in my mind. Looking over at me, she seemed to sense my anger.

"Now, now, don't be jealous," she said. "You're both mine now to play with as I wish. You'll need to learn to share."

She continued to pull him forwards towards me, positioning him only inches away. She tilted both of our heads downwards so that we could see that his throbbing dick was only a whisper away from rubbing against my legs.

I could feel his breath on my neck as he stood there, panting. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my ears.

She came up behind me again, and once more wrapped her arms over mine, taking control over me once more. I sighed in relief, her warmth sinking into my back and arms.

She used my hand to reach out and tentatively stroke the top of his cock with my fingers. His velvety skin felt good against my fingertips. He twitched involuntarily at my first touch.

My hand ran all the way down his length. Reaching the base of his shaft, my fingers curled around it, gripping it tightly. I heard his breath catch.

I inched my way towards him, aiming the tip of his cock directly for my slit. I felt his head part my swollen lips as I slid myself forward along his shaft, letting my pussy juices coat the top of him. Rather than sliding him inside, I ran his hard cock along the wet parting of my lips. I could feel his every bulge, ridge, and vein gliding against me. A wave of pleasure rippled upwards from my pussy. I felt my clit swell, growing as hard as it had ever been.

As I ground my hips forwards and back along the top of his cock, I realized I was moaning in time to my movements. He, meanwhile, was letting out a continuous sigh of ecstasy.

I watched his cock slide between my legs and back again. It felt amazing, but I knew my body, and knew that grinding him against my clit was what I desperately needed most. I willed myself to pull his cock upward through my lips and against my engorged clit, but Medusa was in control. I waited in agony for her to somehow sense my desire.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, she pulled my hips backwards, letting his cock spring free from between my legs. He groaned pitifully.

Now I advanced all the way up to him. I felt my breasts press against his chest, the pressure on my hard nipples sending a thrill through me. My mound made contact with his shaft. Taking hold of him again, I guided the tip down to my clit. The first contact of his rock-hard head against my sensitive bud was almost shocking. I eased off a bit, and using just the tip, began guiding him up and down over my swollen clit, his head flicking up past it, and then back down over it again.

I let out an involuntary deep moan, an octave lower than my speaking voice. Normally I would be embarrassed, but every part of me was absorbed in the overwhelming pleasure emanating from my clit.

Almost immediately I knew that this would make me cum. I felt it building inside me, radiating out from my crotch to encompass my whole body. Waves of pleasure crashed over me. My moans became louder and louder, issuing from frozen lips. The heat building in my pussy was immense.

Suddenly the climax was upon me and I felt my walls convulse. Every electron in my body was firing, and I felt like a warm bolt of electricity was flowing through me. My legs began to shake, and my eyes rolled back into my head.

I bathed in the radiating pleasure that filled every part of me for what seemed like a glorious eternity. Finally, my sight returned and his manhood, still in my hand, returned to my field of vision.

"Very good," Medusa said, like a schoolteacher praising a student for a job well done. "Now let's try something else."

She disengaged from me, and pressing herself up against the front of him, took enough control to guide him backwards away from me.

As she moved him away, I felt a deep pang at the loss of his body against mine. She moved him to a nearby couch and sat him down. Wiping her hands together, she returned and began walking me over to him. My heart fluttered in anticipation.

He sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, his feet planted firmly on the floor, his cock pointing upward at me. She moved me forward slowly. I felt my legs climb onto his. I was now straddling him, my hands on his shoulders, and my dripping pussy hovering inches above his cock.

For a long moment she left us there, perched on the edge of madness, my lust compelling every particle of me to sink down and let him fill me.

Finally she took pity and began ever so slowly lowering my body onto his. My heart was racing, anticipating the moment I would reach him with impatience. I need him inside of me, now, I thought to myself.

I could almost feel him below me, a crackling energy passing between our magnetic fields. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, I felt the tip of his cock slide between the lips of my pussy. The relief was palpable. I rocked my hips forward slightly, sliding his head along my lips until he reached the entrance. His dick was already drenched in my juices. All it took was the slightest pressure to begin pushing him inside of me.

I felt the opening of my pussy relax and stretch to let his large throbbing head inside, filling me up and pressing against my walls in every direction. I stopped there, with only the tip of him inside of me, savoring the moment.

Then, slowly I lifted my hips, sliding him back out again until his head was back at the entrance. This time I slid him in a little faster and just a little deeper.

"Oh!" I cried out (or an approximation of it, since I couldn't move my mouth). He too was panting raggedly.

Out and back in, deeper each time. Finally, after the fourth or fifth time playing 'just the tip' with him, I slid him inside and kept going, letting my body slowly sink on top of him, his cock filling all of me. Down I sank, the walls of my pussy singing in pleasure. I wanted to take every part of him inside of me, and was pleased when I felt his balls come to rest against my butt cheeks.

Half of me wanted to stay there forever, completely filled by the man I had pined after for years, my body wrapped around his. The other half of me wanted to ride him like a horse. In the end, it wasn't up to me - Medusa made the decision.

Back up I slid, then down again, a little faster and a little harder. Both of our groins were glistening with fluid now, and again I tried to mentally record the image of his cock sliding inside of me, my juices spilling into his lap.

Unexpectedly, my head now pivoted upward. I saw her reach her hand over to pivot his head as well, until we were looking directly into each other's eyes. His stormy eyes were filled with a look of pure bliss. She pushed our heads close together so that our noses touched and our lips brushed against each other.

Of course, we couldn't kiss, our lips were still frozen. Funny, here I am riding him, and we've never even kissed. I would have laughed, if I could.

She resumed having me ride him, but now the pace had quickened. I slid down to the base of his cock and had barely reached it when up again I went. I felt my ass cheeks bouncing up and down with the motion.

My mouth brushed up and down against his as I rode him. My quickening breath issued from between my lips and into his. I wanted desperately to press my lips against his, to pour my love into him through my lips - to wrap my tongue around his.

We made eye contact and held it, my riding now reaching a fever pitch. I could sense he was getting close from the look in his eyes and the increased throbbing in his cock.

His eyes went watery and I knew he was about to cum. So many times I had fantasized about having him cum inside me, sharing one final part of himself that would remain in me. Sometimes I imagined his seed taking root, my belly swelling with his child.

A deep moan issued from him. I sank my hips down, taking all of him inside me. I felt his balls contract against my butt cheeks, each violent twitch of his cock filling my aching pussy with his cum.

Finally, the convulsions subsided and I sat atop him motionless. Medusa disengaged from me and plopped down on the couch next to us, taking a good long look at my pubic bone resting against his, the entire area slathered in our bodily fluids.

"Very well done," she said. "You're both going to be excellent additions to my collection."

Now that it was over, I could feel the fog of lust beginning to clear from my brain. As wonderful as that had been, we were still trapped, slaves to her whims. Oh God, I thought to myself. Will we be like this forever?

"With all this excitement I've worked up an appetite," she said, springing off the couch.

She turned our heads back towards the other couch where the three hapless college students sat in a row, their penises standing upright like flesh-colored telephone poles.

With everything going on, I had completely forgotten they were there, apparently watching the whole show. I wanted to scream.

Medusa, meanwhile, sauntered over to them, shedding her dress as she went. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it without breaking stride, the muscles in her taut butt cheeks flexing as she walked.

She reached the boys and stopped, putting a quizzical finger to her mouth as she decided which one to play with first.

After looking each one over in turn, she elected to start with the rightmost boy - handsome and clean-shaven, he had the body of an athlete. His eyes flicked to her as she pushed his legs apart and made her way between them.

She whirled around, facing us again. I could now see her dark nipples, hard with excitement. She backed her ass up against the athlete's groin and began to grind against him, singing softly to herself as she did.

Soon she was reaching up to her breasts, kneading them in her hands while she ground herself against his stiff cock. The song turned breathy and sporadic.

She paused singing to reach down between her legs and take hold of the athlete's cock, guiding it forward towards her. She began lowering herself onto his shaft in stops and starts, still facing us, her hands over her breasts.

Finally she had taken all of him inside of her and she began to ride him vigorously, the song returning, interspersed with her moans of satisfaction.

Closing her eyes, she reached up and took hold of the handkerchief in her hair, unknotting it and pulling it free. Her hair, free from its prison, sprang out in all directions.

As she bounced on his cock her locks bounced along with her, but now they seemed to move of their own accord, writhing and curling themselves into new shapes. For the first time her hair truly did look like snakes.

The speed of her bouncing increased, and now continuous moans issued from her in time with the slapping of her pussy against his groin and thighs. The athlete reached his limit. She gave one final powerful thrust downwards onto him right as he came. She grinned to herself in satisfaction, letting the athlete empty all of himself into her.

She looked at us. "They came to me of their own volition, you know," she said.

"They came here in the dead of night, to make love to me." Her voice turned bitter. "And then they tried to leave and I had no choice but to make them stay," she snarled.

Satisfied that she'd milked the athlete for everything he had, she slid off of him. Without missing a beat she moved onto the next boy. With no foreplay or preamble she assumed the same position as before. This time the victim was a sensitive looking blonde boy.

Quickly, she pulled his cock into position and lowered herself onto him. She sank down easily, all the way to his testicles. Then, resuming the punishing speed of the last boy, she began slamming herself down on his cock. Fluids spilled out onto both of them, spattering their groins and legs.

The poor boy didn't last long, and soon he too was pumping every bit of himself into her. As she waited for the last of his convulsions to finish, she looked directly over at us, a victorious look on her face.

"With these donations from my playthings I will soon be with child." I imagined toddler Gorgons on a playground, freezing everything in sight.

She now moved onto the final boy, and mounted him as roughly as the last one. She continued spewing exposition like a Bond villain, but by this point I was distracted by a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye. I strained my eyes, hoping to see what it was. Was someone else in the room with us?

Then, out of the shadows crept V. My heart leapt for joy, then seized with fear that she would soon share the same fate as us. She had the pendant in her hand and was slipping along the edge of the room towards Medusa's flank.

She caught me looking at her and gave me a wink. Normally V was pretty put together, but tonight her hair was disheveled and her clothes wrinkled, like she had just rolled out of bed.

Medusa was completely enthralled with her victim and never saw V slip behind her. Springing forward the last few feet, V touched the medallion to Medusa's back. Medusa hissed, trying to dismount and turn to face the intruder. V shouted out the words, revoking the prayer.

Medusa froze mid-turn. Her skin began turning the color of charcoal. Soon, she was crumbling into a pile of ash.

I felt my muscles return to my own power, tingling like a limb that had fallen asleep. I collapsed into the Professor's lap. He caught me in his arms. Tears came to my eyes. Finally, after all these years, I was finally in his arms. I savored the feeling of his skin against mine. I could feel his heart beating in his chest together with mine.

I pushed myself off his shoulders, regarding him with pure love, tears rolling down my face. I grasped his face with both hands and planted my lips on his. Into that kiss I poured all my love

My lips pressed against his tightly. I could feel his face tense. Out of surprise? Out of disgust? His lips did not soften, did not move to dance with mine. I felt my heart sink. I pulled back. His face was an inscrutable mask. His brows furrowed, his eyes glassy and far away.

Had I misunderstood what it all meant? Was I a fool to think it was anything more than compulsion?

I felt my world fall away beneath me. I was suddenly aware of how naked I was. A shudder ran through my body and I felt myself begun to shake involuntarily.

I slipped off of the Professor's lap, wiping my wet eyes with the back of my hands. V helpfully gathered my clothes and handed them to me.

"Sorry I'm late," V said. "I got the Professor's voicemail, came to the office, saw the files on the computer and followed you two here."

"Thanks for saving us, V," I said, dabbing my eyes.

"Of course, beautiful." She wrapped her arms around me and held me until my shaking subsided.

The Professor, covering his privates with his hand, shuffled over to his clothes. He turned, facing away from us as he dressed.

I slipped my shirt and sweatpants back on.

"What about them?" I asked, motioning to the three students on the couch. They too seem to have been released from her power, but had fallen down like nine pins and were dead asleep.

"I think maybe they're exhausted after being frozen by her for so long," V said. "I'll get them dressed and take them somewhere safe. You and the Professor should head home, it's been a crazy night."

"Yeah, definitely," I said. The Professor was staring blankly off into the distance.

I had to give it one more chance. There was no going back now. I walked over and squeezed his hand. He jumped slightly, whipping his head around towards me. I put on my sweetest smile.

"Let's go," I said.

"Yeah," he croaked, his voice shaky. He dropped his hand out of mine and stumbled towards the exit.

I watched him go, a painful lump in my throat.

We had been together. I'd shown him the love in my eyes, and he had rejected me.

The Professor didn't come into work the next day, or the day after that. Worried, I called him over and over. Each time I was sent to voicemail.

I had just finished leaving him yet another voicemail when V appeared at my door. I let her in and flopped onto the couch in despair.

"I'm really worried about him, V," I said, on the verge of tears. "And worried that he hates me now."

V came and sat next to me, putting one arm around my shoulder and holding my hands with the other.

She spoke slowly, as if weighing every word carefully. "I think that the Professor needs some time to process what happened. For you, that experience was a consummation of something you've spent years yearning for. To the Professor, it probably spun his world upside down. One minute you were just his graduate student, the next you were his lover - in the weirdest circumstances imaginable, mind you. It's a lot to handle all at once."

I nodded, wiping away the moisture from the corners of my eyes.

"I know you're worried about him, but let's give him some space, alright beautiful?" V said gently.

"Alright," I said. She kissed me on the forehead.

"Are they all going to be like this?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said honestly.