CHRISTIAN COLLEGE SEX COMEDY: PART 10 extended  - A Spring Break 13-part Novel. Can Zane go 24 hours without sex? By FinalStand. The player above contains the intro section. Listen to the complete episode by clicking here, at Steamy Stories. *Anyone can be who they want to be; the challenge is being who you need to be* My journey to the Dining Hall this Wednesday was enlivened by carrying, bridal style, a sophomore named Courtney while playing out a scene from Tristan and Isolde. I had Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy as escorts/minders, but Rhaine was now defining her responsibility as keeping me from misbehaving, not stopping me, and the other students from having fun. Tristan and Isolde was some kind of chick-flick taken from a Wagnerian play so technically it wasn’t on the ‘banned’ list. With me was the added bonus that it wasn’t homo-erotic (being a guy in a romantic relationship with a girl, in the play) and that I could actually carry Isolde in my arms. A larger than normal crowd had gathered for my dutiful performance and while I generally received rave reviews, I did catch a few girls talking about redoing the skit with a Sampson and Delilah theme. I pledged to avoid girls with shears like the plague. We bunched up around one of the entrances to the Dining Hall as I finished our script and carefully placed her back on her feet. Among the scattering of applause and the press of bodies, I felt Mercy stumble into me. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open in surprise, and her breathing was coming in ragged gasps. My answer came when I looked over her shoulder and saw Rio, looking very casual but pumping her arm rapidly against Mercy’s back. When we got into the food line, Rio smirked and began sucking her forefinger which was sticky and slick. “Seriously, in the middle of the crowd? You just couldn’t resist?” I teased her. “Next I’m sticking in the butt plug,” she whispered in a conspiratorial manner. “I have it in my book bag and I’m jumping her after BA. Do you want to help?” “I’d rather face dismemberment than break Iona’s schedule,” I sighed quietly. “Some He-Man you are,” she giggled. “You’ll go five rounds with Gorman but Iona has you pussy-whipped.” “If I have to go, I could hardly pick a better woman,” I responded, and wrapped an arm around Iona’s waist and rested my hand on her hip. “Yes, Zane?” Iona looked up at me with an exotic combination of innocence and genius. “Rio reminded me how lucky we are to have you with us,” was my answer. “Oh, that’s nice,” Iona beamed up at me. “I thought it had something to do with Rio putting her hand under Mercy Chaplain’s skirt.” I chuckled and Rio grumbled. “I have glasses,” Iona stated, “I’m not blind.” “Did anyone else notice?” I inquired. “No. I think Rio was pretty smooth, but if experience has taught me anything, it is Rio who is going to be the troublemaker, not you, Zane,” Iona stated calmly. “I was paying attention to her.” “Oh, Cordelia wanted to know if you could come by the Science Club today around two-thirty and help us with a little problem we are having,” Iona inquired. “What’s the problem?” I asked. “Why didn’t Cordy ask him herself?” Rio questioned. “I don’t know the answer to either of those questions,” Iona admitted. “It is illegal, illicit, and off the record,” Rio pronounced. “No, it is not,” Iona battled back. “Trust me, I’ve done my share of things I didn’t want the authorities to know about and this stinks of that kind of stunt,” Rio explained. “I’ll be with Zane; nothing will happen. Besides, we are the Science Club, not an international criminal syndicate,” Iona told Rio. “I’ll be okay,” I promised Rio. On the other hand, the Science Club wasn’t all flowers, bells, and puppy dog tails. They hacked the school’s computer systems, had illegal internet hook-ups, and were re-wiring a dorm floor for my personal pleasure, and Rio’s criminal instincts were more often right than wrong. We were able to get our seats and enjoy most of breakfast before Iona nudged me. “Don’