Divine Celebrity 84

“H-how do we look?” stammered Stacy, who was the shyer — and bustier — of the two. 

“It’s hard to make a judgment before you give me a full glimpse,” I said even as I made a circling gesture, though my smile was more than enough to convey my gesture. 

The other, whose name was yet to be uttered, giggled cutely as she turned elegantly, managing to complete her turn without disrupting the uniform she was wearing — a critical requirement considering her absence of underwear.

Which was good, as, despite my expression, my focus was not on her. Instead, I was focused inwardly, channeling the Intent that was flowing to the system. The earlier intensity disappeared as the news lost their explosiveness, but it was still considerable enough to make it worthwhile. 

Especially with my guide taking all of the Intent while she was out, to the point of getting some from the system. 

I tried to reinforce the system, to somehow block the flow from it, but as Stacy copied her friend inaccurately, I abandoned that path. One reason was that I had no idea what I was doing, making it most likely a useless effort. 

More importantly, Stacy lacked her friend’s confidence. Which, ironically, made her turn more choppily, rustling the loose jersey and confirming my earlier assumption about the lack of panties. 

Stacy gasped as she realized that, but her friend grabbed her arm and started dragging her toward the bed before she could retreat, and pushed her to my right side, while she took my left — and I placed my hand under her before she could sit, slipping directly inside her wetness.

Her eyes widened, but that was the limit of her reaction, while Stacy reacted more hesitantly even as I just wrapped her waist. “So, my beautiful nurses, where exactly do you want me to sign?” I asked even as I let my hands move, glad for the privacy I was enjoying as I enjoyed their curves. 

“Well, why don’t we start with the jersey, and see how things go,” she said, and passed me a pen, which I grabbed with my right, my left still inside her, teasing her wetness. 

“Excellent, what do you want me to say?” 

“To Nancy, my number one fan would work,” she said with a smirk. “Then, you can sign Stacy as your second favorite,” she said with a chuckle. 

“W-wait a moment,” Stacy intervened as she grabbed my wrist. “Why do you get to be the first one, I’m the better fan. I noticed him the first, I even won the bet,” she said, her stammer disappearing as she started talking more and more heatedly.

“Obviously because I’m willing to prove it,” Nancy said with a wink, her smile getting salacious — an emotion that was easy to put on thanks to my fingers. She would have quickly turned into a moaning mess if I had cut loose, of course, but I limited myself to soft caresses, not wanting to escalate it fast enough to scare Stacy. 

After all, if there was a better way to spend my time with a beautiful nurse, was to have a threesome with two beautiful nurses. 

I said nothing as they had a short yet intense playful argument, one that Stacy finished with a declaration of, “I’ll show you,” under the impression that she had won their little talk when she changed her seat, and sat on my legs.

Yet, the blush that covered her face quickly was enough to show that she had forgotten some critical facts while doing so. Facts like I was wearing just a flimsy hospital outfit that hid practically nothing, or the fact that her jersey was even flimsier with her absence of underwear. 

Especially with her legs on both sides of me. 

“Wow,” I said, acting impressed as I turned to Nancy. “She is determined to take the number one position. Do you want to just concede?” 

“I don’t know,” she said as she dipped her head down, though that was more about her trying to deal with the sudden rush of pleasure she was dealing with as my fingers danced. She was biting her lips as she raised her head back a moment later. “Maybe not,” she said as she started leaving a trail of kisses over the side of my neck. 

“N-Nancy,” her friend gasped in shock as she looked, which I thought was unfair, as kisses along the neck were certainly as not daring as our naked skin touching as she sat on my legs, our bodies dangerously close.  

“What, we’re competing, aren’t we?” she answered. “Feel free to pull back if you don’t want to fight.” 

“I’m sure she’s willing to fight for that exalted position, don’t you, honey?” I asked as I put my free hand on her hips, the jersey doing little to isolate the warmth of her skin. She nodded. “Maybe even a lap dance,” I suggested as I pulled her slightly forward. 

“T-that might be a bit much,” she stammered. 

“Come on, honey, it shouldn’t be much for my number one fan,” I said. “And, don’t worry,  I’m still wearing my gown, and you’re clothed as well.” 

She said nothing against my argument, but she didn’t resist my pull as well, which meant she had accepted my bogus argument. Bogus because, the hospital gown I was wearing was thin enough that it might as well not exist. 

And her lack of panties didn’t make the situation any less scandalous, Stacy realized as she found herself on my lap, directly on top of my raging boner. 

“Excellent,” I said even as I pinned her under my gaze. “Now, the dance part.” 

“Good point,” Nancy said as she grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV, directly to a music channel that was showing upbeat music. “Show him why you’re known as the tease queen, sweetie,” said Nancy. 

“S-shut up,” Stacy answered with a blush. 

“There’s clearly a story there,” I interrupted with a chuckle. 

Stacy looked at Nancy in warning, but she just ignored it. “That’s from high school. She was a late bloomer, and for a long while after that bloom hit, she didn’t buy new outfits, getting more and more salacious, taking revenge from the boys for previously ignoring her.” 

“I …” she started before her words faded, but her hips started moving faster. “They deserved it for ruining my freshman year,” she admitted a second later. 

“Good for you, honey,” I said even as I sneaked my fingers under her jersey, touching her naked ass. 

“I —  no touching during a lap dance,” she managed to stammer. 

“Ah, no exception for your favorite player,” I answered. She said nothing, but her blush and her quickening hips showed that it was an argument she was willing to accept.  She mumbled something a moment later, but it was so low that I was unable to hear even with all the Traits supporting me. 

“Louder, sweetie,” I said. “The music is a bit loud, after all.” Nancy chuckled from the side as I delivered my words —  which she used to hide her own moan, as I used Stacy’s distraction to the limit as I let my fingers go free, invading her core aggressively. 

Stacy stayed silent, unaware of what was going on next to her as she avoided us, not unlike a lazy student who got challenged by the teacher. I might have challenged her under different circumstances, but considering her hips quickened their dance, I was willing to cut her some slack. 

She looked disappointed when I pulled my hand away from her, but that didn’t last long. I grabbed the neck of the jersey, and pulled down, creating a beautiful cleavage that gave me a perfect glimpse of what lay underneath. “Beautiful,” I murmured. 

“I’m sure she can give you a better view,” Nancy said as she grabbed her arm and pulled her forward. Not expecting such an intervention, Stacy toppled forward, and I found myself buried in her cleavage. 

I deliberately moaned a muffled answer even as I put my hand on her waist preventing her from pulling back. “I’m sure she doesn’t mind, do you, sweetie?” Nancy said. 

“Umm… I guess not,” Stacy answered, her hesitancy unable to suppress her arousal even as I shook my head, motorboating her impressive bosom. 

However, while Stacy submissively enjoyed the treatment, Nancy proved that she was the more mischievous of the two once again. She tugged my gown so as to let my shaft completely free, her fingers wrapping around, dancing up and down to tease me even better than her friend had been doing earlier. 

Stacy stayed in place, doing her best to suffocate me under her beautiful weight, unaware of the tricks her friends had been pulling — or busy receiving — still under the impression that she was the most daring person in the room. 

An assumption that was greatly challenged once she lowered herself, only for her to realize the obstruction between our bodies was gone. Her face twisted in shock as she realized that not only it was gone, but my shaft was aligned perfectly to slip inside her. 

She might be under the impression that it was a great accident, but that was only because she lacked to angle to see her friend aligning it to make a perfect trap. 

She froze in indecision, until her friend intervened and pushed her down. 

With some amazing results.