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We make the friends we have, not the ones we want, because they are people,
not tools                      

"Hi, I'm Rio," my buddy muttered darkly as she

followed me inside, "I'm the girl standing next to the guy you just
mugged." Allison went pounding up the stairs and I was left to a chorus of
'Hi, Zane', and we even got a few 'Hey, Metal Girl' greetings (Rio had all
fourteen of her piercings back in).

Right as Leigh, dressed in super-tight jeans and a pink bra,

and Allison came down the stairs, Tawny came from the direction of the kitchen.

"Zane," Leigh and Tawny said one right after the

other, but Tawny's carried the greater weight.

"Zane, we need to talk," Tawny demanded. Rio

growled menacingly. "I apologize. Hello, Rio."

There was a hush in the room and even Leigh looked contrite.

"Zane, Kappa Sigma does not condone violence of any

kind. If you ever thought we wanted you fighting our battles for us, you were
sorely mistaken," Tawny explained. "Are we clear?"

"Okay, I understand, but, how did you know? I didn't

tell anyone anything about what was said," I wondered.

"You should have never put your neck out for these

Sorority bitches," Rio snapped.

"Hang on, Rio. I did what I did for my own reasons, not

for them," I calmed my friend. Rio was clearly not making friends but
Tawny held up her hands for peace.

"You didn't even tell her, your best friend, did

you?" Tawny smiled with surprised satisfaction. "Christina knows, but
that is understandable and she's told no one except me."

I looked at her for some explanation.

"It seems two co-eds from the University thought you

might be in trouble and followed you. They covered your exit from the building,
the argument, and the fight that followed," Tawny grinned. "They
posted it on their site. By 10:00 this morning, everyone knew."

"Except for us idiots with limited internet

access," groaned Rio.

"My fellow Kappa Sigma presidents wanted to make sure

everyone knew that we had nothing to do with your actions," she completed.
"That being said," she stepped up and hugged me, "Thank
you." I received a round of applause from the gathered sisters.

"Fine. Would someone tell me what my idiot friend

did?" Rio griped.

"Rio," Leigh snickered as she snuck to my side and

wrapped an arm around me, "those three assholes called the Kappa Sigma
House a bunch of whores and then told him they were going to rape Chastity and
Hope, then come and rape Paris and me when they were done."

And that's when Rio hit me. "Moron, why couldn't you

tell the police this? They don't put you in jail for defending women under
imminent threat," Rio snapped.

"I think that was the point," Tawny sighed at Rio.

"He didn't want to drag us into what was essentially his choice; just like
he kept Chastity and Hope out of things."

"Because he's a dumb-shit," Rio declared.

"Rio," Tawny groaned, "be happy Zane has

personality to spare, because you work really hard at having no other friends.
I put up with your crap because Zane thinks the world of you and he's not been
wrong about a person yet."

"Wow, Tawny, I'm so touched," Rio sneered

sarcastically. Before anything else could happen I grabbed Rio by her nipple
chain and elevated it rapidly.

"Ow, ow, ow, whimpered Rio. "That hurts!"

"It supposed to," I glowered. "You are acting

crazy. The Kappa Sigs are being nice and all you are doing is burning through
the weekend time I've devoted to you." I let go and her hands flew up to
her offended flesh.

"You had better kiss them and make them better,"

Rio glared at me while cupping her nipples.

"I promise," I pledged.

"Fine. Tawny, all you Kappa Sigs, I apologize for

being, unfriendly," Rio ground out.

"Okay," Tawny allowed. "Now, Zane, what

brings you here tonight?"

"Zane came here to see me," Leigh grinned, as she

started tugging me toward the stairs.

"Leigh," Paris questioned, "don't you have a

date tonight?" Leigh looked guilty.

"Zane, why are you here?" Tawny asked again.

"Actually, I need help with my English term paper. I'm

doing it on Edmund Burke and I was hoping to use the UV library," I told
her.

"Of course," Tawny nodded. "I'll get the

pledges to figure what books and archival material we have on Burke and I'm
sure we can find a few volunteers to check out what you need."

"Thanks, Tawny. And on that note, I do really have to

get going. I promised Aunt Jill we'd help with dinner," I smiled. Tawny
grinned in response and waved me away. A series of 'bye's followed, after which
Rio and I made our way back home.

"So, are you upset that I didn't tell you what

happened?" I inquired.

"Nah," Rio shrugged. "I imagine you were trying

to avoid the beating I would have given you had I found out this morning."

"Thank you for understanding," I commented.

"No problem; you are my bro," she snorted.

"Do you still want me to work over your nipples?"

I asked.

"Is the Pope Catholic?" Rio smirked.

Passing the Night in Confusion

I sat at one end of the sofa, Rio stretched out with her

head in my lap as we digested our dinners. Jill sat on the chair closest to me,
watching TV but stealing an overprotective glance my way from time to time. My aunt
and I had a serious argument earlier about where Rio would sleep. She had
insisted that Rio sleep in the guest room Barbie Lynn had used last weekend. I
had held adamant to the fact that it didn't matter where we put her, Rio would
end up in bed with me. I swore on the Bible that I wouldn't have sex with her
if Jill relented and let Rio stay in my bed over the weekend instead. I won out
through persistence and because I went down on my knees and begged.

To add to the weirdness, Rio was downright affectionate. No,

she was not feeling me up or attempting to arouse me; she snuggled against me
and would occasionally rub my knee while I stroked her hair, ear, and jawline
gently. At 10:00 we agreed to call it a day. Rio was kind enough to only shed
her jeans once we were in my room.

Rio draped an arm over my stomach and her thigh over my

thigh as we drifted off to sleep. It was wonderful contact because the sexual
elements were submerged to keep the moment uncomplicated. It was so special
that I was disappointed when I woke up hours later with Rio lying on top of my
body and my cock had, of course, responded. Damn it.

"Zane, there is someone at the window," she

whispered to me. It then occurred to me that Rio had been crawling over me to
get to my window, which was over a trellis. It was the route Leigh had used
last week too. We both scooted off the bed and went to the window. It was
Paris, not Leigh.

"Zane, Leigh needs you," Paris pleaded softly once

we opened the window for her to get in.

"Let me get dressed," I responded quietly, this

being necessary because I sleep in the nude.

"I'm coming too," Rio hissed. We quickly got on

some jeans and I put on a shirt before we snuck through the house and out the
front door. Bare-footed, we crossed over to the Kappa Sigma house and up to
Leigh and Paris' room.

Leigh was curled up on her bed, a pillow hugged to her chest

and her back to the door. Paris stepped aside and let me in. I padded up to
Leigh's bed and sat beside her. Paris and Rio fidgeted by the door a bit before
migrating toward Paris' bed where they could keep an eye on us.

"You don't need to be here," Leigh mumbled. She'd

been crying.

"I heard a rumor that you needed someone to talk

to," I teased her. She didn't comment for a bit.

"Zane, I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"About what?" I asked as I moved her so she was

facing me on her side.

"The video; I didn't think about how badly it could

impact your life, what people would think of you," she muttered.

"Don't worry about it; I'll cope," I assured her.

"I'm not sure I can," she simpered.

"Tell me what happened," I encouraged.

"There was this guy on campus I knew since last

semester. Tuesday he asked me out. We went out on a date but he forgot his
wallet so I paid for dinner, and we went back to his apartment to get it before
heading out to a club," she told me.

"The thing was, he had two friends over and while he

went to his room to get his wallet, they began talking about me, about you and
me. I wanted to bolt but he convinced me to stay and have a drink. When I tried
to leave they got physical, and only when I started screaming did they let me
get out of there," she related.

"Who is he?" I asked calmly.

"No," Leigh sighed, "I don't want you to hurt

him. It is my fault for not thinking that everyone would see me as a slut."

"You are not a slut and anyone who thinks so is an

insecure ass and not worth your time. That video was a single snapshot of your
life; it doesn't define you," I stated.

"But all those girls now treat you, she murmured.

"If they treat me like crap, I move on. Listen Leigh,

don't let a few people who could never look past your cup size ruin what was a
good time for you, Paris, and I. We don't need them because we still have each
other; right?" I insisted.

Leigh snuggled into me and sighed away some of her tension.

"Can you stay awhile?" Leigh asked softly.

"You have to ask Rio; this is her weekend after

all," I reminded Leigh.

"Sure, he can stay," grumbled Rio playfully,

"but scoot over; I'm joining you two."

I was on the outside, Leigh was tight up against me, her

head pressed into my neck, and Rio was against the wall, her front pressed into
Leigh's back and her arm over both of us.

"Zane, what am I going to do on Monday? What are they

going to say now?" Leigh whispered.

"Laugh; laugh against the darkness, because while we

can laugh, we cannot be defeated," I told her. "When someone asks
about it, tell them he was such a disappointment you left."

"I was going to say, call him a psycho-rapist

scumbag," Rio snarled, "but if you feel nice, listen to what Zane
said." Leigh gave a weary snicker.

"Thanks, Paris," she called over to her roommate.

"You are welcome, Sister," Paris responded.

I set Leigh's alarm for four in the morning and settled in

for a short night's rest.

When the buzzing woke the three of us up, I rolled out of

bed, Rio climbed out over Leigh, and we kissed Leigh goodbye. On the way down
the stairs we stumbled across Tawny sitting by the pool.

"Hey, Zane, Rio," she said.

"Good morning, Tawny," I responded. Rio was

silent.

"Zane, if she had given you his name, would you have

gone and kicked his ass?" she questioned.

"No; that wouldn't have done Leigh any good. I'd have

found another way to get at him, but I'd have taken my time," I replied.
"I'd like to think I occasionally learn something."

"Thank you, Zane, for the answer and coming to help

Leigh; you too, Rio," Tawny smirked.

"You know me," Rio chuckled, "I'll never pass

up a chance to grab some of that cheap Sorority tail."

"Rio, you have a good friend in Zane; don't lose

him," Tawny advised her.

"I know; I'm getting a dog collar and leash for

Christmas so I can keep him in line," Rio beamed to Tawny. Tawny chuckled
and shook her head in amusement.

"Just for that, you get to sleep on the floor for the

rest of the morning," I grumbled to Rio.

"You try that, Jungle-Boy," Rio snapped playfully

as we made our way to the property line.

"I'm going to staple-gun your bra to the floor," I

explained.

"I'm not wearing a bra," Rio snorted.

"Yeah, wrestling you into one is going to be half the

fun," I teased her. Rio laughed and took off running. We were still
snickering over events when we snuck back into my room.

Aunt Jill was curled up on my side of the bed asleep in her

nightgown. Rio looked at me questioningly and all I could do was shrug. I
walked over to the bell and knelt beside Jill.

"Zane, I came in to check on you and you two were

gone," she yawned.

"Leigh had a bad date and Paris asked me to go over and

have a talk with her," I related.

"Did you, have sex with her?" Jill asked as he

propped herself up on one elbow. Her breasts nearly spilled out of the
partially buttoned top. I tried not to ogle.

"No," Rio interjected. "He held her hand and let

her rest her head on his shoulder until she fell asleep. Trust me; I kept an
eye on them the entire time."

"Yes," I confirmed Rio's statement, "she had

been treated shabbily and needed to talk to a guy."

"Zane, do you really want to be sneaking into young

women's bedrooms well past midnight?" Jill inquired, somewhat exasperated.
My initial answer would be 'Yes', but that certainly wouldn't be the correct
one for right now.

"Jill, it would have been unchristian to have ignored a

neighbor's request for aid," I suggested. "After all, it was Leigh
that saw to it that I didn't totally screw up your new clothes
collection." Jill digested that bit of news with conflicted emotions.

"Let's go to bed," I yawned. Jill stared at me, so

I stepped over her and collapsed on the bed.

Rio winked at me and walked around to the far side of the

bed, wiggled out of her jeans and climbed in on her side of the bed. I was
still in my jeans mainly because I didn't have underwear on.

"Night, Aunt Jill," I muttered before dropping off.

It was inevitable that bedroom dynamics would push me to the

edge of the bed. Rio has the habit of wrapping herself around her bed partner
while she sleeps, it is a body-heat issue. It seems that Jill does the same
thing, so as the skyline went from night to grey, the heat of their combined
bodies woke me up.

For a moment I thought I was the only one awake but I felt

Rio's hand run along my thigh to my crotch. She moved her hand up and down over
it for a few moments when I felt her head tilt and her look at me. Our eyes
locked and a wicked glint came into her eyes. Her hand wandered over my hip to
Jill's thigh that was resting there.

I incrementally shook my head but Rio flexed her eyebrows in

amusement, refusing my warning. Instead, she inched Jill's gown up and began
tracing a finger along its length. Jill stirred but fell silent in a moment.

"Don't!" I hissed. Rio gave me a toothy grin in

response.

I couldn't move my arm that was pinned by Jill but I could

maneuver the one next to Rio. I wiggled my arm between her legs and she ground
against me, trying to press me too tight to get free. Upping her game, Rio
reached up and scooped up Jill's right breast. Jill stirred and we both froze.

"Stop it!" I hissed.

"Her nipple is so hard in my hand," she taunted

me. Jill shifted, causing her gown to shift up to her hips when her leg moved,
and dropping her hand on my abdomen while pressing her groin against my wrist.
When she went still, Rio went back to massaging her breast. First came the
moans, then Jill's hips gently pumped against me, and finally her eyes sleepily
opened.

Rio and I had shut our eyes barely a second ago but it

seemed enough to make her believe we were still asleep. It took her another
second to figure out where Rio's hand was, then another to figure out that
pressure between her legs was my wrist and hand. She stiffened and held her
breath. Slowly she started to untangle herself but I felt Rio's hand flex.

"Ah," Jill gasped. Her hand flattened against my

stomach and her body trembled. Jill kept very still for several moments and I
figured she'd take the opportunity to slip out of bed and let me settle down
for some more sleep. She did move; her head rose and I'm sure she was looking
over me and Rio for signs of life.

She slowly put her head back down and moved her hand around

in slow circles on my stomach. Jill kissed my shoulder softly but I elected to
stir anyway, causing her to feign sleep as well. Rio couldn't let things go,
though. She gave Jill's breast a squeeze, then another, followed by a low moan
on my friend's part. I really needed to kick Rio.

Jill began to rub her crotch along my arm while flitting her

hand down to the zipper on my jeans. Reflexively my hand stroked her thigh just
below the panty line. For over a minute Jill kept her tempo against me slow but
steady.

"Zane?" groaned Rio, pretending to just be

awakened.

Jill slowly withdrew. Rio gave Jill's breast one last feel.

"That's not Zane," Rio whispered for dramatic

effect, then louder, "Jill?"

"Oh, what? Huh?" Jill stammered. "Umm, is

that your hand?"

"Oh," Rio mused, then gave yet another squeeze,

"Whoops; that would be me. Sorry."

"I, what are you doing?" Jill whispered.

"I was having this sweet dream," Rio grinned back.

"I, you, my," Jill questioned. I took that moment

to stir and open my eyes.

"What's going on?" I yawned.

"Nothing," Jill declared abruptly. "I should

get up and make breakfast."

"Jill, it is still dark outside," I smiled.

"Let's go back to bed."

"I'll go to my bed, Zane. You get back to sleep and I'll

wake you at 7:00," Jill assured me. She backed out of bed and quickly made
for the door.

"You are going to pay for this," I grumbled to

Rio. She rolled onto her stomach.

"That's right, Big Daddy, spank my bottom and call me a

bad girl," she giggled.

"Oh, God!" I groaned to the ceiling. "You are

incorrigible."

"If it is any consolation, I wuv you," Rio batted

her eyelashes. I swatted her panty-covered bottom; she giggled and I willed
myself back to sleep.

Saturday with Rio and so much more.
The First Game

The first soccer game of the season was against Braydon

College in Maryland. They were a very exclusive private co-ed college but were
large enough to have both a women's and men's team. Today was Christina's
second match-up against Braydon. Last year they had beaten her and she was
holding a grudge, or so the scuttleass said.

As the half-time break rolled around, the teams had managed

a 1-1 tie. Three Braydon players in their black shirts and burgundy shorts
crossed the field and were intercepted by Christina, in white and gold, on the
sidelines. A brief discussion ensued, then Christina looked over her shoulder
and up into the stands close to where I was sitting with Rio. Iona was at my
dorm, taking care of things.

Faith came up the stands to me with a quizzical look and

motioned me to come with her.

"What's up, Faith?" I asked, as I stood up and

followed her to the field. Rio followed along.

"Some of the Braydon players wanted to see you,"

Faith explained. "Who do you know at Braydon?"

"Not a clue," I shrugged. "I'd never even

heard of the place until I saw the team's schedule." As we walked up,
several more FFU players had gathered around the Braydon trio.

"I am Kinu Yamada, Captain of the Braydon Women's

Soccer team and Kappa Sigma President," the leader turned and greeted me.
"You, look better in other attire."

"They field test this stuff to be the ultimate in

female repellent," I grinned, referring to my school uniform. "Now,
is there something I can do for you? I'm afraid I don't know who you are."

"Well, Braydon's Kappa Sigmas are in a contest with

several other houses for that Spring Break weekend with you and I wanted to see
what we were getting into," Kinu grinned.

"Weekend?" Christina and I said simultaneously.

"I recall the original offer being one night and Brianna Kincaid of
Colorado State being the one I was pledged to," I added.

"We decided to up the ante for the purpose of a

contest," Kinu stated.

"What contest, Ms. Yamada?" Christina inquired

with a guarded tone.

"The House with the best G P A and athletic record gets

to send three sisters to share the weekend with Zane Braxton," Kinu
explained.

"He agreed to this?" Christina questioned.

"He did not," I corrected. "Unless Briana

releases me from my obligation, I can't do any of that stuff. She is the one
I'm indebted to."

"She has done so for the sake of her sisterhood,"

Kinu informed me. "Are you still up for the challenge?"

"I'll do it for the sake of Lancaster's Kappa Sigma

House, but I'll leave the final decision up to Christina, leader of our faction
here at Freedom Fellowship," I declared.

Christina appeared to think it over a bit before finally

nodding her head.

"FFU owes Tawny Flores and the rest of the local house

a debt and if Zane is willing to pay it off for us, we'll support your contest
and his decision, though it will take place at FFU's Spring Break
location."

"I'll let everyone know," Kinu grinned before

turning and crossing back to their side of the field.

"Christina, where is our Spring Break location?" I

whispered to her.

"I haven't a clue, Zane. Christian school girls don't

do Spring Break," she replied. "I'll come up with something." I
wished her luck and headed up into the stands.

"Barely a B-cup, but did you catch the ass on that

sweet slice of Asian cuisine?" Rio panted.

"I wouldn't know; those were the most intense brown

eyes I've ever seen. That's a woman who knows what she wants and will cut a
bloody swath to get it," I observed.

"So, you didn't notice her breast size?" Rio

teased.

"I didn't say that, she's a 32 B, but she has large

areoles and nipples as thick as my pinkie," I told her.

"How do you know that shit?" Rio gawked.

"Mom took me lingerie shopping when I was younger and I

picked up on how the saleswomen did their jobs," I replied.

"Your Mom took you lingerie shopping? My Mom could

barely tell me how to use a tampon," Rio griped.

"Mom told me that the only thing worse than buying a

woman lingerie for her birthday was buying it in the wrong size," I
related. "You buy those things on your birthday for your lady to look sexy
in, for you to enjoy."

"Your Mom sounds pretty neat," Rio mused.

"Mom had a way of tricking you into thinking she was

your friend, not your Mother, then she'd sneak this lesson in on you; like
lingerie shopping, or not getting a pet you couldn't devote the time to,"
I told her. "She'd have loved you."

"Hardy, har, har," Rio snorted.

"Seriously, you're similar enough to have gotten along,

but not so much that it would be creepy," I explained. "She didn't
take crap from anyone; not my Dad, my Granddad, or even her old man. She'd
never abandon a friend either."

"I'm not like that, Zane," Rio muttered sadly.

"If you've left someone, it was because they weren't

your friend, Rio," I assured her.

"You are such an idiot," she grumbled, but she did

put her hand in mine. "Let's fuck tonight."

"Nope; we promised Jill we wouldn't, and besides, next

time I nail you I want you on all fours, with me pounding your cunt raw while
yanking your head back with a big handful of your hair," I envisioned for us.
"Would you like that?"

"Damn straight," Rio licked her lips.

"Well, tough, next time we get together I'm going to

make long, passionate love to you," I grinned.

"I prefer option A," she prodded me.

"I know, but that's only because you've never had option

B," I countered.

"Zane, sometimes a girl wants to be treated like a

cheap slut," Rio instructed.

"Has someone ever spent a whole night devoted to

nothing less than having sex with you?" I asked.

"Yes, of course," Rio grumbled. "I'm freaking

Cleopatra. I've got guys lining up the block."

"Well, damn; I guess we are back to bending you over

and slamming you like a cheap slut," I teased.

"I see I'm too much of a woman for you," she

sneered with amusement.

"That's a challenge I'm willing to take up, Rio. If you

think you can stand up to whatever I can think up for you, I'm willing to prove
you wrong," I grinned.

"I'll make it fun; I'll bring Mercy and have her be a

piece of furniture," Rio suggested.

"I still don't know how that happened," I said, in

reference to Rio's relationship to Mercy.

"I'm not sure either," Rio confessed. "Maybe

being such a pervert myself, I bring out perversions in those around me. Only
Iona seems immune."

"Oh, it looks like Rhaine, Joy, Mercy, and I are going

to have a round two," I remembered.

"Oh, I want part of that," Rio brightened up,

"I am going to fuck Rhaine so hard she won't walk straight for a week. You
let her off too easy last time."

"No," I shook my finger. "I'm not sure how

this is going to play out so if you want Rhaine, you are going to have to
seduce her all on your own."

"Crapola," Rio bitched. "I'll have to settle

for corrupting Felicity first but I'll get Rhaine one day, mark my words."

Our attention was drawn back to the game when Opal scored

our second goal of the day, propelling us to the lead. Apparently, the battle
had become quite brutal while Rio and I had been talking. There was nothing
like woman-on-woman combat to keep Rio's attention and for the rest of the
second half we watched the game with interest.

In the end, FFU pulled it out 4-3, but that was only because

both goalies put in heroic performances. No one charged the field after the
final seconds slipped away because apparently they frown on that in the United
States, but I still made my way down to congratulate my fellow students.

In the gentle press of bodies I came across Opal who spun on

me, jumped into my arms and took my breath away with a kiss. Since this was not
the norm for FFU student interaction, I did my best to look embarrassed while
keeping Opal pressed up against me.

"Congrats on the win," I smiled.

"We get to keep you," Opal exulted. Huh?

"Christina told us that if we lost, we had to give you to Braydon for the
rest of the day and night, but we showed them, didn't we?"

"Yes, right, you sure did," I stuttered. A few

more teammates stopped by and gave me a slap on the back, or ass, while I hung
onto Opal, but I had to disentangle myself because I still wanted to have a
word with Christina.

I hadn't traveled ten more feet when Kinu appeared before

me.

"Sorry," she told me with a smile.

"Sorry, for losing?" I questioned. Her ponytail

had become ragged during the game so I pushed some strands out of her face and
hooked them behind her ear, which only made her smile broader.

"No. I'm sorry we won't have another chance at you

until Regionals," she grinned lasciviously.

"There is something I don't get; you are a co-ed

school. I'm the only guy on this campus, which explains some of my charm, but
you look like you could have any guy on your campus you want, so what's up with
this contest?" I inquired.

"I don't know," she chuckled, "but it could

be that you fuck like a stallion and a girl feels like a million bucks when you
are done. You know, something like that." She reached out and ran her
fingers down my chest to the top of my pants. "One thing; get a fake ID
because I know any girl who gets you is going to want to take you to a few
clubs, you need to look 21."

"Yeah," Rio snorted, "because Zane doesn't

have enough problems with the law already."

"Excuse me," Christina said right after that,

putting her hand on Kinu's. "I believe any confusion concerning Zane has
been rectified."

"For now," Kinu allowed, looking from my eyes to

Christina's. "See you at Regionals."

Kinu turned and with a flip of her long ponytail made her

way to the far side of the field.

"You wagered Zane!" Rio squawked to Christina,

"After all the crap you give him?"

"We won so we don't have to worry about what Kinu would

have made him do," the Queen answered.

"Shower up," I saluted Christina, "and

congratulations on the win. I know you were looking forward to it."

"We look forward to winning every game," Christina

grinned.

"So do I; maybe we can celebrate later at the

Solarium," I suggested.

"We have to take the Braydon team out to a late lunch,

then the post-game meeting with the Coach, but maybe later," Christina
allowed. She turned and sauntered away and I was more than willing to watch
that ass move beneath those shorts.

"She is so going to kill you when she finds out,"

Rio whispered in my ear.

"She'll forgive me, but it may take some time," I

explained. "When she sided with me, she accepted a certain degree of
ruthlessness on my part."

"You think you are being ruthless?" Rio sneered.

"When you have everything else in life, what you value

most is trust, Rio," I stated. "Now let's go see how my room is
getting along."

Dana Gorman was righteously pissed when she came storming up

to my dorm 'room'. A dozen students rapidly made themselves scarce as word of
her imminent arrival was made known.

"I don't know how you did this, Zane, but I'm putting a

stop to this right now," she snapped.

"What? Everything I'm doing, I have permission

for," I grinned, and I was pretty happy she didn't knock my teeth out of
my head when she rounded on me.

"That's bullshit! You forged my signature on those

entry permits," she snarled.

"Nope. You signed them, though it is most likely you

thought you were signing something else at the time," I confessed.

"This isn't some kind of game," she countered.

"All of this stuff is going back to wherever you bought it from."

"Hauling things away will be on your dime," I

said. "You and the Chancellor did give me permission to fix my place up
and that is what I've done. You will note that all my contractors are women,
per school regulations."

"And all this furniture? When did we give permission to

have all of this put in?" Gorman countered.

"You may not like it but I'm not doing anything

illegal," I pointed out.

"It doesn't mean I can't tear it all down," she

growled.

"Dana, you and the other facility promised me this

space. Go ahead and tear it all down. I'll just find another way to do
it," I promised.

"You are an insufferable little prick," she

hissed.

"Yeah, I can be," I agreed, "but at least I

haven't done all of this for my sole benefit. I made it for the whole freshman
class." Dana looked around the room. "It is not like I need the whole
floor for myself, after all."

"What have you done?" she grumbled.

"I've made a place for the freshman class to hang out.

Since it is my dorm room, they are safe from upper classmen," I reminded
her. Gorman glared at me, then went back to soaking up the surroundings.

"Wide-Screen TVs, drink dispensers, what is that?"

Dana observed.

"Umm, our hot tub," I grinned nervously.

"And that, the coach continued.

"Those would be the showers and the sauna," I

answered.

"Zane, have you lost your God-damn mind?" Dana

seethed. "We are not going to let you keep any of that stuff."

"Well, it is 4:00 o'clock now and the installers are

either finished or almost finished, so I guess you can try to find someone
willing to take it down tomorrow but that's going to cost an arm and a
leg," I mused. Dana rounded on me and stuck her finger in my face.

"Zane, I, gurr," she growled. "Aargh!"

she howled, then stormed off back downstairs. Iona came skulking up to my side.

"Did we pull it off?" she whispered.

"Yeah, yeah, I think we did," I responded.

Cordelia and Paige came right up behind her.

"So, can we hook up the satellite dishes now?"

Cordelia asked.

"I don't think she'll be back tonight so I'd appreciate

it if you got it done before dark," I told her.

"One thousand channels coming up," Cordelia

smirked, "and I have to say, this is going to be my second favorite place
to hang out."

"I don't know, Cordelia," Paige said in a

considerate tone, "what can help you deal better with a hard day of coding
than a sauna and a V-8?"

"Was that all you are interested in?" Iona

questioned. "I was curious why I found you crawling under the covers of
Zane's bed." The albino Paige blushed furiously.

"The sensation is far superior when you do it naked,

Paige," I stated with a gleam in my eye. "Feel free to come by
sometime and try it out." Instead of responding, Paige stalked off to fix
up the telecommunications gear. Cordelia snickered and followed after her.

"Where is Rio?" Iona wondered.

"She went hunting for Mercy, but she needs to get back

in the next half hour if I'm going to make it back to Jill's by five," I
informed her.

The plan had been one part deception and one part splitting

of resources. We had let the powers that be know the move was being made Sunday
when it was really happening today. With the first game of the season, we had
campus security looking at the game and not at us. We had the proper forms for
what we were accomplishing that baffled the few security types we had to deal
with.

By the time Coach Gorman broke free from the team, it was

essentially too late to stop us. Monday would bring what Monday would bring,
but today we had our victory. Besides, we had the new door in place and that
would make any operations by the administration against my digs much harder. My
contractors informed me they would have everything up and running by 9:00
tonight.

Rio was the first to arrive but Christina and company

arrived with the three Kappa Sigmas from Braydon, almost all of them expecting
to see a single room. Christina was once more pissed with me and I knew that
attitude would get worse before it got better.

"Christina, and ladies, please come with me to my room.

I have an important situation to discuss," I pleaded. Catching sight of
Brandi, I flagged her over. "Brandi, could you show our guests from
Braydon around while I take care of a piece of personal business?"

"Kinu, Kappa Sigmas from Braydon, I'll be with you in a

minute and apologize for the delay," I told them with a nod of the head
before heading off to my room and activating the rooms 'cut off' switch. Rio
and Iona came with me, along with Christina, Hope, Chastity, Heaven, and Faith.

"You told the Seniors that you were doing this on

Sunday and I made plans for us to help you, Zane," Christina rounded on
me.

"I apologize for the deception, but it was necessary to

finding out something important; namely, who was spying on you," I
informed everyone in the room but Rio. I hadn't even told Iona the whole truth.

"What was the purpose of this deception, Zane, this

lie?" Christina questioned me harshly.

"Someone in this room betrayed Heaven's secret and a

few other pieces of information that have been floating around a very small
circle of people, things like me moving in today," I began. "Oh, and
Iona doesn't know the secret, so Iona, I hope you understand that certain things
are not for me to share with you, but I trust you enough to have you here with
me now."

"So that's why you told Hope and I your little secret

about today," Chastity stated coldly. "You were testing us. I'm not
sure I like that." Hope looked even less pleased.

"Yes and no; I actually was only testing Hope. I

already knew you weren't the one," I replied to Chastity. Again, Hope
didn't seem all that happy.

"But I didn't get raided today so it wasn't either of

you. For obvious reasons, Christina isn't spying on herself, and it would be a
cold day in Hell before Heaven would betray Christina, so, Faith, you have been
working with the Chancellor against us," I laid it out. Faith gasped
fearfully.

"Faith has been with me since sophomore year,"

Christina defended her friend, "which is a sight longer than I've known
you."

"Two things: it had to be someone who knew that secret,

and only the people in this room, one police officer, and the Chancellor know.
The cop didn't betray us and Rio didn't know until after the threat," I clarified.

"If you have another explanation of the facts, please

let me know," I confronted Christina. "Face it, the Chancellor knew
you would be a force at this University late in your freshmen year, so she
chose someone to get close to you, to keep an eye on you so she could
manipulate you when the time came."

Christina refused to believe me but I noted Heaven, Hope,

and Chastity were all staring at Faith.

"It's not so," Faith declared.

"Oh, I guess you want to see all the logs of your

communications with the Chancellor, then, eh, Faith?" I goaded her.
"You weren't as careful as you thought."

"Oh, God," Faith whispered. "No, "

"Damn it, Faith," Christina rumbled, "that

was the most obvious trick in the book. He had no other evidence against you.
He fooled you. After all, he didn't even know it was you until late this
morning." She placed a hand on Heaven's shoulder because Heaven was about
to lose it.

"I'd thank you, Zane," Christina said in a

suddenly weary voice, "but what I really want to do is punch your lights
out."

"What do we do about Faith?" Chastity questioned.

"Nothing," I butted in.

"This doesn't involve you," Hope grumbled.

"I beg to differ," I said, "I like all of you

and it pisses me off that you are suffering, but this isn't Faith's fault; it
is the Chancellor's. If you dump on Faith, she will know we've discovered
Faith's role. If we do nothing, we can now feed information to her, but only
what we want her to know."

"Butt out, Zane," Heaven responded coldly.

"No. If you fight yesterday's battles, we get our asses

kicked. There is no profit in it for us," I kept hammering away.

"She was our friend and she betrayed us," Chastity

fired away. "You wouldn't understand."

"What? Oh, hell no!" I snapped. "I had to sit

there and take her threats about Heaven with a smile on my face, and then I had
to crack a joke about it when I knew she was capable of breaking Heaven's
heart. Don't you dare tell me I am not invested in this fight. She comes after
me, that's fine, but when she comes after my friend, she must pay."

"I may not have been with you for the past three years

but don't you dare tell me I'm not invested in this fight; that's
insulting," I growled.

"Zane is right," Christina declared decisively.

"We will act normal the rest of the day and tonight, we five will decide
what to do next. Yes, Faith, I'm including you. We were once friends, after
all." That last bit stung Faith a bitter blow.

Christina took Heaven by the hand and led her out of my room

with Faith trailing along. Hope regarded me with narrowed eyes and an icy
anger.

"Hope," Chastity intervened, "he trusted you

with the right answer. He trusted you with his plans."

"He had us set up Christina ,  and Faith,"

Hope seethed back.

"And if he didn't? Would one of us have hunted Faith

down, revealed the traitor? Hope," Chastity explained, "we couldn't
do this, turn on one of our own, so we kind of left that burden on Zane, so I
don't feel right hating him for trying to keep us safe, again."

Hope stormed out of the room. Chastity gave me a helpless

shrug then followed.

"I'm stunned," muttered Iona once they were gone.

"We had a traitor in our midst?"

"Zane's not a total idiot," Rio joked.

"I'm stunned too," I stated.

"By what?" Iona asked. "Didn't this go

according to your plan, whatever that was?"

"No, I am stunned Rio kept her mouth shut the entire

time," I grinned. Rio punched me in the arm. For me, that helped break the
unbearable tension I was feeling right then.

"I see your point," Iona smiled shyly.

"Ow," Iona peeped, as Rio punched her too.

There was still work to be done and Rio and I only had an

hour to spare before heading back to Jill's. It was still wonderful to see
freshmen take a look around and seeing 'their' space coming together. I even
caught Kinu and company taking pictures of the place.

"This will look nice on your web page," Kinu told

me.

"Web page?" I questioned, then pinned Iona in

place with a glance. "Please, tell me about my web page."

"It has all your background information, plus tons of

photographs and videos of you here on campus as well as you back at your house,
or the Kappa Sigma House,"

"Yay me," I cheered sarcastically.

"There's this really nice one of you out in the

woods," Kinu gave me a sly grin. "It was really, intriguing how you
picked out each sister despite their masks. I can appreciate a man with an eye
for detail."

"Thanks, but a little more privacy in my life wouldn't

suck," I groaned.

"Cheer up, Zane," Kinu tipped my chin down close

to her lips, "you have a fan club."

"I don't pursue women to create a fan base; I do it

because women are the best thing in the world, bar none," I told her.

"That is why it is going to be such a pleasure owning

you this spring," Kinu smiled. "Now, don't forget that ID." With
that, she turned and walked away. Both of the women with her ran their hands
across my stomach before following Kinu away.

"Zane, I don't like the sound of that," Iona

mumbled. "They treat you like a piece of meat."

"It is his piece of meat they are interested in, those

Sorority sluts," Rio snickered.

"Well, I wish I could go to Spring Break so I could

look after you," Iona sighed.

"Of course, you and Rio are going with me," I

looked amused. "Who else is going to protect me from doing something
stupid?"

"Certainly not me," chirped Rio.

"Doing-Stupid-Shit is my middle name."

"That explains so much about you," Iona quipped to

Rio. "I don't think my parents will let me go anyway."

"Lie to them," Rio responded.

"No, tell them it is a learning experience and that

about a dozen girls, and me, will be watching over you," I told her,
"Your parents trust you and for good reason."

"Will I be able to spend some time with you while I'm

there?" Iona asked me.

"Sure. Let me know what you want to do," I hugged

her.

"I hope it is Florida," Iona smiled. "I want

to go to Disney World again. It was so much fun the other three times my family
went."

"For the love of God!" gasped Rio,

"Tranquilize me first." I chuckled, Rio scowled, and we set off to do
a little more work before the day was done.

Breaking Down Walls, Mending Fences

It was five minutes until 8:00 in the evening when the

doorbell rang. Jill virtually catapulted herself from the chair she'd been
fidgeting in and raced to answer it.

"Hunting time," Rio grinned with predatory glee,

and I found myself praying that Felicity left wearing something more than a
confused, yet dreamy, smile on her face.

Jill welcomed Mrs. Rochelle Wellington, the Mayor's wife,

and Felicity Tolliver, fianc to Rochelle's youngest son, into our house. Rio
and I stood as they entered the room. Felicity had an open and friendly
expression on her face while Rochelle was much more guarded and unsure.

"Hey ladies, thank you for coming by tonight," I

greeted them.

"Mrs. Wellington, I've been making extra notes on last

meetings discussions I'd like to go over with you," I said with my most
disarming smile.

"Felicity, we've done this incredible renovation

project at school, we students, and I'd like to show you all we've accomplished
so you can, ya know, give us some pointers as to what to do next," Rio
beamed with a frivolity that I found personally terrifying.

"Okay," Felicity grinned back at Rio. "Let's

see what you have." I kind of felt sorry for Felicity; she wasn't taking
Rio too seriously and had no idea of the carnivore that lurked just beneath the
younger woman's exterior. Rochelle Wellington was far more cautious.

"Greetings, Zane. I am happy to help the newest member

of my committee adjust," Rochelle told me.

I quickly cracked open my laptop and moved aside so that

Rochelle could join me as I went over this and that from the last meeting.

"Felicity and Jill, why don't we go check out some of

the rooms Jill's already done and see what we can come up with," Rio
suggested. Jill seemed a little nervous so Felicity stepped in.

"I'd love to see what Ms. Braxton has done with her

home. I always admired this old house, but Lance wanted something on the north
side of town," Felicity sighed.

"I tried to make things very homey," Jill informed

them. "I didn't have much to work with. My late husband and I didn't have
many possessions."

"I think you did a fine job, Jill," Rio poured it

on. "Zane considers this his home and looks forward to coming here on the
weekends." That seemed to perk things up.

"But why are you here, Rio? Are you Zane's,

girlfriend?" Felicity wondered.

"Oh, no," Rio laughed. "My family is in

Arizona and Zane knows I'm alone here, so he and Jill have taken me under their
wing and made me feel like a daughter, and a sister."

How Jill stopped herself from choking at the, exaggeration

was putting it kindly, was beyond me. It did show me that Rio could be
personable and manipulative if she so desired. The three women headed off to
the dining room, leaving me with Rochelle.

"Why don't we move to the kitchen?" I suggested to

her. "Working over the coffee table isn't good for our backs."

"Oh," she clearly studied me, "okay, if you

think that's best." We moved to the bar in the kitchen and I behaved
myself for all of five minutes. I started bringing up her ideas that had been
somewhat ill-received and showed her what work I had done on them.

"I'm not sure how much of this matters," she

sighed. "I don't think I have the votes."

"Don't give up. After all, I have the tie-breaking vote

now," I reminded her.

"Oh, I hadn't considered you a voting member but I

suppose you are right. I admit, I didn't see you hanging around all that long,
being a young man and all," she explained.

"Why would I not want to stay? I had fun," I

countered.

"I would imagine a young man would have better things

to do than hang out with a bunch of old ladies," she said.

"If I find a bunch of old ladies, I'll let you

know," I grinned. "Besides, I had some friends go over some of the
suggestions you put forth and they created some 3-D images for you to present
next Wednesday," I related, as I began opening the first program.

"Oh, my," Rochelle murmured. As she got the hang

of things, she maneuvered through the presentations and rotated the pictures.

"Are you hot?" I inquired. "Can I get you something

to drink?"

"That would be nice," she agreed. "Do you

have tomato or orange juice?"

"We have that, and we have beer and Scotch too," I

grinned.

"Oh, please," she moaned, "I could use a good

Scotch. It has been a long week." While I prepared a double Scotch for her
and a beer for myself, Rochelle took off her jacket and laid it on the bar. I
handed her the glass when I returned.

"That's smooth," she commented after a sip.

"I don't like this," she pointed to a feature on the screen.
"How do I alter it?" I reached around her, pressing my body onto her
side and back gently.

"Here you go, do this and this." I highlighted the

keys she needed to use to get the desired effects. I could tell she was
distracted, both physically and intellectually.

Rochelle hesitantly moved some features around for a few

seconds so I chose to back off for a minute.

"I want to do this," she requested, "without

changing, "

"Oh, okay. Let's try this," I answered, while

wrapping her in my arms once more. This time I held the embrace longer, and
when I withdrew, my hand rested on her far shoulder.

"This is really good work, Zane," Rochelle turned

her head to complement me only to find my face a few inches away. She gulped
and looked at me with a certain level of confliction.

"Really, it was this small group of girls at school who

did the real work. Isn't that always the case, women doing all the real work so
some guy can get the credit?" I teased her.

"Why, why did they do this for you?" she

stammered.

"They go to our church, of course," I smiled.

"What did you think I did, seduce them?"

"I, no, definitely not," Rochelle blushed, and

turned back to the screen. "You are such a nice boy."

"I wouldn't go that far, Mrs. Wellington. I am afraid

I'm begging forgiveness most Sunday mornings," I joked.

"Oh, come on now," she mused, "what do you

have to talk to Jesus about?"

"Impure thoughts," I confessed.

"Well, you go to an all-girls school," she said.

"I'm sure that gives you ample opportunity."

"What makes you think I'm not being tempted right

now?" I suggested.

"Oh, I guess you could be," she replied quietly.

"I'm glad we got that out of the way," I sighed.

"What? Got what out of the way?" she asked.

"It's hard to tell a lady that she's attractive without

it being taken the wrong way," I lied. I had every intention of her taking
this the 'wrong' way. "It is that I've always found you very beautiful but
was unsure how you would take it."

"I'm a married woman," she declared, but severely

lacked conviction.

"Absolutely, and we both understand the limitations of

our relationship because of that," I continued.

"Limitations?" she questioned.

"Well, I can do this," I kissed her on the neck

below the ear, "and we both know that it is only something between
friends."

"Ah, good," she moaned. "I mean, it is good

we understand our boundaries." I went back to kissing her neck, then went
up to her ear. Rochelle remained patiently still under my passion for a long
time. "I want to take another look at this diagram," she suddenly
said.

She didn't pull away, though, instead, working away steadily

on the keyboard while I let my lips play along her exposed flesh and my hands
roamed her shoulders. She kept a steady patter of conversation going as I
deviated farther and farther from her shoulders, around her back, to the sides
of her breasts.

"Your top button," I whispered to her.

"Button, she murmured. She looked to my eyes, then

followed them down to her cleavage. I saw the mental struggle going on inside
her, lust versus a loveless marriage. I imagine she convinced herself this was
all harmless fun because her trembling hands undid not only the first button,
but the second one as well.

"Beautiful," I complimented her quietly. "You

are very beautiful, Rochelle." She didn't say anything but she sat up
straighter and stuck out her chest with more confidence. My left hand edged
around the side of her breast and took that orb into my hand and began
massaging it, exciting her nipple through her satin blouse and silk bra.

My right hand followed a similar path, but at the base of

the breast I roamed down along the fleshy roll of her stomach to her belt,
rubbing along and kneading the pliant tissue. She was slightly embarrassed
about it at first, but as it became clear I was enjoying it, even excited by
the feel of her, she let her tension flee and her enjoyment expanded.

By the time Rio and the others returned, Rochelle was

moaning against me and I had my left hand inside her right bra cup and was
rolling her nipple along my palm. Her breathing was heavy, she'd ceased playing
at the keyboard, and her eyes were closed. I kissed her on the cheek one more
time.

"Damn it," I whispered angrily, "I don't want

to let you go."

I did let her go, though. I removed my hands and stood up,

giving Rochelle both room and cover as she straightened her shirt.

"Well, thank you, Zane," Rochelle told me as she

rose. "You've given me several things to think over for next Wednesday's
meeting. Felicity, are you ready to go? I'm sure we've used up enough of the
Braxton's time for tonight."

"It has been our pleasure, Mrs. Mayor," Jill

bubbled. "Anything we can do to help you or your family, please don't
hesitate to ask."

"I'll see you at church, Felicity," Rio smiled.

"I'll bring Barbie Lynn along as well." I knew of no sexual tie
between Barbie and Felicity, but Barbie Lynn had grown up a lot since they'd
last met.

Rochelle's face flickered with indecision but fastened onto

a smile as she reached the door. For my part, I kept a steady, intense gaze on
her. Rio managed to sneak a hug in on Felicity while Jill struggled to not be
too embarrassed by the whole affair. As the door shut, Jill leaned against it
with a sigh of relief.

"See, Aunt Jill," Rio grinned, "nobody died.

We behaved ourselves."

"Of course you did," Jill recovered quickly.

"I never doubted either of you for an instant."

"Thank you for that, Jill," Rio said with a

straight face. I could tell Rio's bullshit factor was working overtime.
Hypocrisy was one of her pet peeves.

"Okay, it is Saturday night and nearly 9:00

o'clock," I chimed in. "Time for the SFY movie of the week:
Mega-Dinocroc vs Super-Python."

"My brain bleeds from just thinking about that

title," Rio groaned. "I can't wait to see how bad this is."

"I'll go get some study-work for my Bible class

tomorrow," Jill stated, before fleeing the room.

"I'm going to put on as little clothes as possible in

hopes of making this evening actually mean something," Rio snickered, then
followed Jill up the stairs.

"I'm going to put on some shorts for basically the same

reason," I chased after Rio.

We all managed to get to our various rooms intact and Rio

and I began stripping down. I was pulling up my shorts over my naked body when
I caught Rio staring at me.

"Hey," I smiled at her warmly.

"Hey. Zane, why are we so comfortable around one another?"

she asked quietly.

"I trust you, Rio. Do you trust me?" I asked. She

regarded me speculatively.

"Ah, you are full of crap," she sneered. That was

'Rio-speak' for 'Yes'. She finished getting dressed, which was being liberal with
the definition of the word. She had on string-tied pink and white striped
panties and a medium blue crop top that barely covered her nipples.

"Oh, come on," I sighed, "are you trying to

give Jill a coronary?"

"What? Is the top too much?" she giggled. "Should

I go without it?"

"Nah, keep it," I nodded. "I want to roll the

top up before I feast on those nipples."

"Hey, now," Rio said as she headed for the door,

"who says you are getting any tonight?"

"I'm relying on my undeniable sexual magnetism to woo you

over," as I followed her out the door and down the stairs. Jill wasn't
down yet so I chased a squealing Rio over to the sofa and pinched her tight
little ass. When I had her up against the back of the sofa, I wrapped my arms
around her and pressed her hard from behind.

Rio fought against me, thrashing and giggling the entire

time until I began kissing her shoulders and neck.

"Oh, you bastard," she moaned lustfully, as she

rubbed my cock between her ass cheeks. "I swear, I'm going to get this
before this weekend is gone, if I have to rape you on the damn church
altar."

With that imagery, I was barely able to untangle myself from

Rio before Jill caught us as she came downstairs. Jill settled into her chair
and gave Rio a deeply suspicious glance. Rio countered by getting up, walking
over to Jill, and surprising her with a deep hug.

"Thanks, Jill. I know the reason you are putting up

with this is because you love Zane, but thanks anyway," Rio told her, face
to face, only an inch apart.

"Rio, it is just, you, could be wearing more

clothes," Jill stammered.

"But Jill, my body isn't as nice as yours, so if I'm

going to torment Zane, I have to wear less," Rio pouted innocently. I was
wondering if I could wedgy her to the ceiling fan.

"Zane, my body, less clothing," Jill continued to

struggle. "Why are you tormenting Zane?"

"Well," she stood up from Jill, "he clearly

thinks you are hot, so if I want to get his attention, I have to dress like
this," Rio presented herself with a shimmy that brought the bottom of her shirt
to the tip of her nipples.

"But I'm Zane's Aunt," Jill protested. "He

can't think of me, "

"Jill, you are hotter than a lot of the girls fawning

all over him on campus. I know he comes here to get away from it all, but I'm
sure the way you dress just drives him nuts, of course he loves you too much to
tell you," Rio kept piling on the bullshit.

"What do you mean?" Jill wondered.

"Rio, stop it," I ordered, "Jill, don't worry

about it. Rio is being Rio."

"Zane, I'm only telling her that if she dressed more

like the girls normally around you dress, you wouldn't be so, distracted by her
normal bedroom attire," Rio grinned evilly at me.

"But you are in your underwear," Jill pointed out.

"Of course," Rio turned to her. "This is what

Zane sees all the time so it is perfectly normal," Rio utterly and
completely lied. It was perfectly normal for girls to dress like that in my
bedroom, but they totally drove me nuts doing so. "They all wear t-shirts
and panties, so I have to wear this teeny tiny top because your breasts are so
much nicer."

Jill actually looked down and examined her breasts.

"There is nothing happening between Zane and I,"

Jill protested.

"Oh, no one thinks otherwise," Rio grinned.

"Nothing would ever happen, though there is this obvious attraction
between the both of you."

"Rio, sit, now," I snapped.

"Yes, Master," Rio chirped, turning to me and

looking very contrite and even pathetic. She took baby steps over to the sofa
and knelt beside me. Since Jill couldn't see her face, Rio beamed at me like the
Devil herself.

"Jill, I apologize. Rio has an overly developed and

perverse sense of humor," I sighed.

"I don't understand. What has she been talking

about?" Jill was clearly baffled.

"Rio thinks you are very pretty and is a bit jealous, so

she was yanking your chain," I replied.

"Please don't beat me, Master," Rio pleaded

desperately. I glared fiery death at her.

"Zane, don't hit her," Jill gasped.

"Oh, I'm not going to hit her," I growled.

"Slave, suck my toes," I commanded Rio as I reclined on the sofa. She
gave me an 'Oh, hell no, you didn't say that' look. "Get to it," I
sneered. If she wanted to play this game, I was more than happy to screw her
with it.

"Yes, Master," she snipped. She waddled on her

knees down to my feet and began to suck on my right big toe. It did occur to me
that she might bite it off.

"Don't make her do that, Zane, it is degrading,"

Jill murmured.

"Oh! You could spank me instead," Rio exclaimed.

"Rio, I'm making up a very short list of people who

know you are here with me," I threatened her. Rio was clearly not
deterred.

"Jill, isn't spanking a great way to teach a

lesson?" Rio asked Jill while teasing me.

"I guess so," Jill said hesitantly.

"Oh, Zane," Rio squealed, as she hurled herself

across my lap, "be gentle." Jill was speechless.

"So, this is how you want to play this?" I

whispered to Rio. She wiggled her rump in response. I looked to Jill for her to
make some sort of protest but she was clearly lost. "Fine," I
murmured. I reached around to Rio's rear panty line. I slowly pulled the far
side over to her ass crack and tucked it in tightly.

"Oh," Rio purred. I pulled the closer half into

her ass as well, creating quite a tight fit and exposing both of her cheeks to
my attention. I smacked the far cheek, Rio jolted slightly, then I switched to
the near cheek. I went back and forth seven times before I could smell Rio's
arousal from her sex.

"I think that will do for now," I announced. Rio

began to slide off but I stopped her. "Jill, could you get some skin
cream? I'm sure Rio's ass is pretty red hot." Jill looked us over. With
Rio pinning me to the sofa there was little choice; she got up and headed for
the bathroom.

"I love you so much," Rio purred quietly to me.

"Yes?" I queried.

"You are going to make Jill put lotion on my ass. I

want to have your babies," Rio gushed from the mere suspicion of my
intentions. "You are such a fucking pervertI love it." Jill's rapid
return ended Rio's praise but didn't erase the smile from her face.

"Jill, could you please put the lotion on Rio?" I

asked. "I'm afraid if I move my hands, she'll slide to the floor."
Jill was definitely not warming up to the idea.

"Please, Jill," Rio pleaded, "Zane burned up

my poor little bottom." I thought Rio was selling it too hard but what the
hell did I know? I was only trying to watch my movie in peace.

Since I was stretched out on the sofa and Rio was on my lap,

there was no place for Jill to position herself except for kneeling beside and
somewhat behind Rio. Dutifully, she upturned the lotion over Rio's left cheek.

"Umm," Rio murmured. Jill began rubbing it in with

her fingertips, resulting in Rio relaxing against me. This went on for five
minutes before I had to call a stop to it because Rio began biting the sofa
pillow in sexual frustration.

"Thank you, Jill," I told her gently, "that

should be enough. Right, Rio?"

"Oh," she moaned, "don't make her stop."

"I think that is enough too," Jill gulped, stood,

and left the room. I reached around Rio's backside and drove a finger into her
soaked, panty-covered cunt, driving the fabric in deep.

"Keep at it, Zane," Rio moaned. "Jill's

gotten me all worked up; now ram it home."

"Sorry, Babe," I taunted her as I drew my finger

out, sucked off her juices, "I'm only interested in a test drive."

"Oh," she groaned, "you fucker. I'm so

horny!" She rubbed my cock through my shorts. "Someone else is pretty
horny too. Take me upstairs and fuck me. I promise I'll be quiet."

"Zane, Rio, I'm going to bed. Don't stay up; we have

church tomorrow at 9:00," Jill called from the stairs.

"Good Night, Jill," Rio and I chimed in together.

Jill went upstairs and Rio crawled up my body until we were face to face.

"Why are you fighting me on this?" Rio questioned

intently.

"I can't tell you how important it is knowing you are at

my side," I confided in her. "I don't want you just for sex; I want
you, craziness and all, because you fill a void in my life that I thought would
never heal."

"Zane, we have almost nothing in common. You are

wealthy and I'm all but cut off by my family; people love you and hate me; you
always have plans and I just want to get drunk," Rio protested. "Why
are we together?"

"I don't know," I responded. "It feels right,

me and you, and I tend to go with my gut on such things."

"Zane, I tend to destroy everything around me. There is

no one waiting for me in Arizona. I chose to hang out with totally useless
fuckers because I didn't want anyone close. Hell, I used and abused you on our
first day, but you keep coming back for more," Rio pondered. "I
figured by now I'd be back behind bars or tunneling under the school
walls."

"Instead, I have these bimbos greeting me on campus

like they know me or something. Where in the hell do they get off telling me to
have a 'Blessed Day'? Since I've met you, my life's made no sense," Rio
continued. "Damn it, I have girls looking out for me, Me! I'm the
troublemaker; I'm supposed to be the one everyone is looking to avoid, not
looking to help, and it's all your fault."

"You are my friend. I'd move mountains for you if I

could. Don't ask me to tell you why, but I am, and that means I stand by you no
matter what," I confessed. "And don't knock the whole Christian
thing. The girls here, a good number of them anyway, believe in the tenants of
Christianity, and that's not a bad thing."

"To put down someone for their actions is to put

yourself in God's place of judgment, and that's the sin of hubris; that's not
Christianity," I explained. "We each live by our own moral code and
while you and I are a bit out there, no one can tell us we are wrong because
they don't know. They make this morality shit up."

"Seriously, if Jesus had thought it was really

important that homosexuality or pre-marital sex was wrong, all he had to do was
turn to an Apostle and say so. What, ten words max? Homosexuality and
pre-marital sex is wrong. Don't do it. Was that hard?" I pointed out.
"Rio, I think by ignoring them, you've actually paid credence to their
beliefs, whomever you are fighting."

"You don't need that crap, and if you ever are in a

moral quandary, ask Iona. She'll know what to do," I finished up.

"Ms. Whitebread, telling me what to do? That's

rich," Rio tried to sound snide but couldn't fight the grin crossing her
lips, admitting she had one friend was tough, fessing up to having two was
going to be nearly impossible for her tonight.

Rio crawled up my body until she rested her head beneath my

chin and settled in. I cut the sound on my movie up but I'd already missed the
clear, concise dialogue that explained how a 200 foot snake that was as fast as
a bullet train could hide in a downtown metropolis. Of course, I would have
been hiding like mad too, if an armor-plated monstrosity that bounced
battleship shells off its back was looking to lunch down on me. I love SYFY.

"Zane, can I have your car keys?" Rio said ten

minutes later.

"Sure. Why?" I asked.

"Because I'm going to go get Barbie Lynn so she can

distract your ass and let me change the God-damn channel. This movie makes my
brain hurt," Rio groaned.

"That's kind of the point. This is clearly mindless

entertainment and its fun," I snickered. "Besides, next week we have
the battle between Debbie Gibson and Tiffany."

"Who?"

"Exactly! I think they were before our time but I'm

dying to find out what the appeal is," I laughed.

"I'm with Chastity, you are a nut," Rio declared

emphatically.

"I'm your nut," I replied softly. Rio snuggled in

on my chest and hugged me tight. We let the movie wind down into its typical
format. You would think that National Guardsmen would wise up to the fact they
all exist to fire uselessly, then get eaten.

I so want to see one of them get a clue and run at the first

sight of the monster because the National Guard does so much for this country.
It is a shame to see them reduced to monster candy. On the plus side,
apparently you can get a snake to swallow a trainload of volatile chemicals,
then get the Dino-croc to munch down on it so you can blow them both up.

Now if only they would recall in the past fifty movies that

the creatures always have eggs the size of dump trucks stashed somewhere for
the inevitable sequel. Seriously, am I the only one who watches these things?
Anyway, we were uncoiling from the sofa and Rio was giving me this mysterious
look when there was a knock at the door.

"Dude, it is 11:00 o'clock," Rio muttered. "Only

bad news arrives this late."

"I'll go check it out," I shrugged. There wasn't

much else I could do.

To be continued in part 12, By FinalStand for Literotica.

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