"Hey, Nathan," Keith poked his head past the blanket that acted as a door to Nathan's room, then froze up. "Uh… I can come back."

Nathan, Samantha, and Katie were laying on Nathan's queen-sized mattress, with Nathan on his back, Samantha laying on her left side snuggling Nathan's right, and Katie laying on her right side snuggling Nathan's left. All three of the teens were as naked as the day they were born, with Nathan having slid his arms under his girlfriends, his hands resting on their backs. An orb of pale yellow light floated just beneath the center of their ceiling, lightning the space for them.

"Want to join us?" Nathan asked.

"Uh, no," Keith answered. "I can ask when you're finished."

"Okay," Nathan said, and Keith stepped back, letting the blanket to fall back into place.

"Nathan," Samantha said. "I think Keith misunderstood what we were doing."

"How?" Nathan asked. "We're just telling stories."

"We're also naked," she says. "In your room."

"So?" He asked, confusion clear on his face.

"Nathan," she said. "Normally, in a situation like this, sex is going on or about to happen. Or has just finished, but Keith's perceptive enough to have noticed the lack of sweat and signs of exhaustion that comes with sex on us, as well as the lack of the smell of it."

"But I don't do three-ways," Nathan said. "He knows that."

"He probably didn't realize it immediately," Katie told him. "He just saw us naked and came to the 'normal' conclusion."

"Oh," Nathan said, then shrugged. "So back to the stories. You were saying something about Mrs. Kampf losing your class's test?"

"Yeah," Katie answered. "Seventh-grade History, we had a huge test we had just taken, and normally, our grades were in the book by the end of the day, and we're going over the tests the next day so we know what we got wrong and what the correct answers were. Well, my parents checked the online gradebook every day and noticed that the grade for the test was marked with an asterisk, which usually meant something was going on with the grade. I get to class the next day, and Mrs. Kampf apologizes to us and revealed that she accidentally lost my class's test. Not the other classes' tests, just mine.

"She still went over them with us," Katie continued. "So we at least knew what the right answers were after. A few days passed, and the tests were still missing. Midterm grades were supposed to be filed about a month later, and on the deadline day, she told my class that she was probably going to mark ours as an exception, so that we wouldn't have to retake it. She had searched everywhere she could think of for the test, including having cleaned out our entire classroom.

"Well, that evening, Mom was checking the grades," she told them. "And it showed I'd gotten an eighty-seven on the test. I'd already told them what Mrs. Kampf had said, so they were a bit confused. Parent-teacher conferences were the next week, and she'd told my parents when they sent her an email asking about it that she'd explain then.

"I get to class on Monday," Katie said. "And she explains to our class that she did find our tests. She'd was at home going through some stuff, and found some documents she could have sworn she'd put in a safe deposit box at the bank."

"No!" Samantha gasped. "She didn't!"

"Yeah," Katie laughed. "She found those, so she took them to the bank and opened the box to put them in, only to find our tests in there!"

Nathan snorted as Katie and Samantha laughed.

When they calmed down, Samantha applied a little pressure to Nathan's stomach with her hand.

"Tell Katie about the Baus incident," she said.

"Which Baus incident?" He asked.

"The bouncy balls," she answered. "I wasn't there for that one, but heard about it from a friend in your class."

"Bouncy balls?" Katie asked as Nathan snorted.

"Back in January," Nathan said. "Mr. Baus, my math teacher, had brought a few bags of bouncy balls to school, as part of a project or something, I never did find out. He'd stored them in the cabinet his in classroom. All three bags had rips in them. We had a minor earthquake, and those rips caught on something and pulled bigger. During the passing period after that, he opened the cabinet to pull something out, and the balls fell out of the bags."

"So his classroom had a few balls bouncing around it?" Katie asked.

"No," Samantha chuckled. "Nathan left out the part where each bag had one hundred balls in them. We had three hundred bouncy balls falling out of the cabinets."

"It had startled Mr. Baus," Nathan nodded. "And he jumped back in shock, a normal reaction for the inexperienced and easily-frightened. The classroom door was open, and the cabinet was on the back wall."

"They shot out of the classroom?" Katie asked.

"We had another minor earthquake at that time," Nathan nodded. "Just some slight shaking, nothing to panic over. Well, it caused the balls to bounce a bit more, so they took off into the hallway. During passing period. There were injuries."

"Injuries?" Katie asked.

"Ever been hit by a bouncy ball shooting off?" Nathan asked. "Lots of bruises."

"Tell her how many of them you caught as they went by," Samantha told Nathan.

"Forty-eight."

"Yeah," Samantha told Katie. "Nathan's just sitting there, already at his seat when this whole thing happens, and when it does, he just reach out and snatches any bouncy balls within his reach, then setting them on his desk. He always did have good reflexes and a decent reaction time. There's actually a video one of his classmates took of the incident, I have it on my regular phone, but I don't take that in with me."

"I forgot about the video," Nathan admitted.

"He just has this bored look on his face," Samantha told Katie. "As his hands shoot out, catching the balls. That's honestly almost as amusing as the incident itself. It took awhile to catch all the balls, and some students kept them."

"It wasn't that hard," Nathan said. "In all the chaos and confusion, it was easy for some to just slip them into their pockets. I still want to know what Mr. Baus had them for. Do you think if we put on underwear, or just dressed, Keith would join us for the stories? But then we'd just get naked again once he left. Hm…"

"I'm going to go train for a bit," Katie told Nathan. "The stories were nice, but I know you want to do stuff with Samantha, too."

"Okay," Nathan said. "Thanks for entertaining us with your stories."

"You're welcome," Katie said.

Nathan watched as she dressed, then left the room, and he looked at Samantha.

"The light will probably go out if we have sex."

Samantha laughed, then pulled Nathan onto her as she flipped onto her back, pressing her lips to his. The light went out instantly, causing Samantha to snort.

"I lost control of the spell when I did my best not to reflexively defend myself at the flip."

"I figured!" Samantha laughed, sliding her hands along his sides. "It's safe now, Nathan. We're past the range."

"I know," Nathan lifted his hips up and found the spot, then pushed down, eliciting a soft moan from Samantha. Nathan let out a sigh of pleasure at the feel of her wrapped around him, the warmth and moistness of her squeezing him. "You feel much better than Katie."

"Since when do you vocalize?" Samantha did her best not to snort at Nathan's unexpected comment.

"Never."

"Then just fuck me," she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lowered himself the rest of the way, his chest pressed against hers, and with the slight wiggle he did, she knew he was enjoying the feel of her boobs against him. "Just like you used to."

"Yeah," he whispered, then began thrusting.

As Nathan slid back and forth inside of Samantha, he pressed his lips to her, wondering if she was thinking right when she made that comment. He usually fucked her from behind, so it wasn't 'like he used to'. Though he'd do that next.

He slid his hands under her head, elevating it just a little as he felt her hair. Only the sounds of their breathing and flesh slapping flesh filled the air of the small room he'd created as Nathan continued to slide back and forth inside of Samantha.

Nathan sped up as he drew near his climax, thrusting deep inside when he reached it, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. Knowing Samantha hadn't hit her own climax, he quickly pulled out of her and knelt, feeling her chest, boobs, and stomach as she got up, then onto her hands and knees in front of him.

The demigod slid back inside of his girlfriend, holding her by the hips as he thrust into her. Samantha pushed back against him with every thrust, ensuring Nathan went as deep as possible. It took almost no time for her to reach her orgasm, tightening around Nathan, who reached his second climax, releasing more of his seed into her.

When they finished, Nathan pulled out of Samantha and flipped her back onto her back, then lay on her, pressing his lips to hers as he held her hands.

"I love you," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

"I love you, too, you big dolt," Samantha whispered back.

"Dolt?" He asked, and Samantha didn't need to see his face to know the look of utter confusion that filled it.

"Yes," she said. "Don't ever tell Katie you like sex with me better, or that I feel better to you."

"Why?" Nathan asked.

"Because not all women like being compared to other women," Samantha told him. "Most would actually hate it."

"Oh," he said, then pulled off of her and lay beside her, holding her hand. "Icthvar taught me how to avoid getting you pregnant when we have sex. I'm making sure to use it from now on."

"Alright," she chuckled. "Mr. Son-of-a-Sex-God. Who knows, maybe next time I get pregnant with your kid, it's triplets rather than just a lone child."

"Yeah," Nathan mumbled softly. "That would be nice. Triplets to teach and raise, looking up to their elder brother Cyrus as their papa teaches them how to be…"

Nathan's voice trailed off as his breathing became slow and rhythmic, and Samantha chuckled.

As she traced a finger along his muscles, Samantha came to a horrified realization. Cyrus was already unique enough, and even at a few days old, was showing signs of potentially being as much of a handful as his father was. If they had triplets, that would be three more potentials for that.

"Please don't ever forget to use that ability," she whispered into Nathan's ear. "I don't think I could handle four children with you."

Samantha kissed Nathan on the cheek, then pulled herself away from him and dressed, then exited his room, squinting a little at the bright lights of the cafeteria. Her gaze turned to Keith's 'room', which was designed the same way as Nathan's, then looked around for the psychic, who was nowhere to be seen.

She poked her head past the blanket to Keith's room and found him sitting on his bed, using a laptop.

"You brought a laptop in here?" She asked.

"I always have," he answered. "It was in my Item Box before. I figured I could work on a program while we're training all of you in here. Did Nathan pass out after you finished?"

"Yeah," she answered. "What did you need him for? I can wake him if you need him."

"Nah, he can sleep," Keith said. "I just wanted his input on something regarding our company, but it can wait."

"Something private?" She asked.

"Nah," Keith responded. "I just wanted to know what he wanted his office to look like. As I said, it can wait."