Mari giggled.

“It's Like when one kid in the class is student of the week and they get to go to the front of the lunch Line or lead the class in the Pledge of Allegiance.”

I blinked. "Uh, well, sorta."

“The idea has merit, and I certainly enjoyed having those little moments of authority when I was the teacher's helper, stuff Like that.

Of course, you say it's not about sex, but I'm still gonna want to be the first one to get this bad boy inside me every Thursday."

I chuckled.

“If that's what you want on that particular Thursday.

Hypothetically, of course."

“Of course."

I leaned back against the headboard, holding Mari's warm naked body in my arms. It felt nice to just cuddle her like this; she was always a good cuddler. And I started to imagine just what life would be like under the kind of schedule I'd just described.

Sam would be horny and want to fuck all day on Mondays. Maybe she would bark orders and act like an orchestra conductor to put herself and whoever else was around into various sexual combinations, like, ‘Mari sits on Matty's face while I ride him reverse-cowgirl and Belle plays with his balls until he spurts inside me and Belle sucks it all out.‘

Naimh would turn Tuesdays into one-on-ones, maybe even get up and leave the house with me to go get ice cream, make out in public, and hold hands while walking around town looking like a million bucks so that guys would turn their heads and be super-jealous of how hot my girlfriend looked. We'd both get turned on from the attention and go home to fuck Like bunnies.

Zofi confused me the most at this point. She seemed the most obviously bisexual of the club, happy to eat pussy and make out with other girls.

On the other hand, she still loved kissing me, having me go down on her, and holding hands everywhere we went around school. I knew she wasn't full lesbian or anything like that, but she'd shown little interest in having sex with me and had already commented about not being aroused by the idea of sucking my cock. I wondered what she might do if she were “in charge" on Wednesdays, perhaps pushing Belle's buttons about "turning her to the dark side" or simply ordering me to keep my face in her crotch all afternoon. There were far worse ways to spend a few hours.

“What are you thinking about?" Mari asked me quietly as she reached down to pet my sleeping anaconda. He was starting to wake up given my train of thought.

“I'm thinking about what all the girls would do if they each had a day to be ‘student of the week’."

Mari giggled.

“I know what I'd do on my day.”

“What's that?"

“Make Sam do my homework for me."

“What?" I barked in surprise.

“I'd have Zofi give me a manicure. Do you ever notice her nails?

They're exquisite."

“Uh, can't say I have.”

“I'd tell Neevie to do my laundry, and Belle could cook me a snack."