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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 16

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Too Many Hot Asses On Campus

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If you make one person happy, you save the World.
Make a million people happy and you become a politician       

"Wait," Vivian waved her hands sideways,

"Zane is really sleeping with a bunch of women? I thought that was an
exaggeration."

"Did I come at a bad time?" Barbie Lynn spoke up.

She was holding a suitcase and a carry-on bag. Behind her was Millicent with
one suitcase and Raven with a dress bag. I was reminded that Barbie Lynn would
be moving back into the dorm as dorm mother in the morning, but she was
currently between places and clearly expected to spend the night here, in my
room, with me.

"Come on in," I offered Barbie Lynn as I crossed

over to get her bag. Vivian stepped up and put a hand on my arm to stop me.

"Barbie Lynn will not be staying in your room

tonight!" Vivian laid down the law.

"Vivian, you always ranked higher than me in the club

hierarchy and I have a bad knee, but if you have a problem with me, face me,
not Zane," Barbie Lynn growled.

"Don't worry, Babe," I soothed Barbie, "I'm

working on a solution right now."

"Zane, slap this skank" (referring to Vivian), Rio

snarled. "She put her hand on you so defend yourself all over her punk
ass."

"Vivian is only doing her job," I addressed Rio.

"I'm not going to hold that against her."

"Zane, is this another one?" Raven inquired about

Vivian's sexual status with me.

"No. She's my official guardian, and as soon as I kick

her ass, she's going to sleep on one of the main room's sofas for a
month," I explained.

"No, when I win, I will exclude everyone from this

floor except you, me and the dorm mother," Vivian countered.

Valerie came bolting into the room with the clothes, Opal,

and Cappadocia.

"I will go change into shorts outside. Vivian, you

change here. Coach, can you referee the match?" I tried to bring some
order to the chaos. Vivian ground her teeth but took the clothes and started to
strip before I got my own clothes.

"Zane, stay on - change in the corner. There are too

many freshmen girls out there," Vivian conceded.

"You two should decide if you want to stick to Zane's

bedroom or cover the entire floor," Dana stated.

"I leave that to Vivian," I allowed. Vivian chose

the full floor and Dana decided that things would remain cluttered, the
students would remain on the floor as obstacles to fight around, believing we
were good enough to not smack a civilian.

"Good job, Vivian," Dana congratulated her senior

student. "Use the terrain to counter his reach advantage.

"Any advice for me?" I asked.

"Yes. Don't get that pretty face beaten up," she

smiled snidely at me.

"That will teach Zane to take your side on

anything," Rio sneered.

"I'm not on your faction's side, Rio," Dana

confirmed, "but it doesn't mean Zane and I aren't friends."

"I'm fine," I assured Rio. "Tell us when,

Coach." Dana looked Vivian and I over.

"Go!" she snapped.

Vivian caught me off guard by running away but I quickly

gave chase. She compounded the situation by scrambling across a pool table in
play then kicking at me when I came around the side. She followed up on that
advantage with a series of punches that drove me over the back of a chair.
Girls were screaming, squealing, and running all around us.

She advanced around the chair so I bolted over the closest

sofa. Now Vivian pursued. She launched a flying kick over the sofa. I folded
under it and was a millisecond faster on the recovery. My punch hit her in the
ribs and pushed her back. A flurry of blows rained down on me. I tried to drive
her back but Vivian's technique was too close to perfect for me to beat
through.

Vivian switched up with a series of swift front kicks to buy

some room, then started maneuvering again.

"She's a righty," Valerie told me. That meant she

was right-handed, thus she made most of her attacks and blocks from the right,
covering the left instinctively. Since the right was not significantly stronger
in most athletes, you could wear down an opponent by concentrating your attacks
on the over-extended right, or so the theory went.

Even then, it took two minutes to catch her calf with a kick

and put her down. She rolled out of my attempted hold but ended up on her ass,
back to a chair.

"Five-minute break," I offered. Vivian blinked but

took the hand I offered to help her stand up. "Drink," I motioned to the
juice dispenser. She looked at me funny, then went to get one.

"Be careful, Vivian; he's trying to get inside your

head, convince you he's not such a bad guy," Dana counseled her female
student.

"No kind words for me?" I joked.

"I already know you are a good guy, Zane. The only

reason you cut Vivian some slack was that you would rather have her friendship
than the win, which is far more dangerous to Vivian," Dana winked at me.

I took a Grapefruit juice while Vivian drank some Gatorade,

both with our backs to the sink. I caught her stealing some looks my way.

"Next time I'll pin you," she told me while

looking away.

"We both have to be thinking that or we wouldn't be

fighting," I responded.

"The difference is that I am right," she said as

we made eye to eye contact.

"FFU doesn't teach you to be second best," I

nodded, which brought a smile to her face.

"Thirty seconds," Iona warned us. We picked spots

ten feet apart and were ready when Dana gave the word.

Since my previous strategy had relied on attrition, Vivian

went for a quick, lightning series of attacks. She rebounded off sofas, tables,
and chairs as she drove me about the room. At a crucial moment she drove her
foot into my thigh above the knee and sent me sprawling into a crowd of
observers. As Vivian closed in for the kill, I spilled a startled freshman into
her.

By the time she disentangled herself from my distraction, I

was on my feet. Her glare told me she didn't approve of my move. We crashed together;
she leveraged me over and threw me onto a sofa. We grappled and rolled off the
sofa and onto the floor. Vivian rammed an elbow into my throat but I wedged a
knee under her hips and propelled her over my head.

"You've done a good job, Coach Gorman," Valerie

lauded Dana on Vivian's performance.

"She's either three or four on the team," Dana

informed the group. "It is her or Evangeline fighting for third, with
Cappadocia and Wilhelmina being second and first."

"You have some weird damn names at this school,"

Valerie commented.

"This from an outlaw biker chick with the handle of

Valkyrie?" Dana teased. "Of course, I'm also still trying to figure
out how a guy who is knocking boots with Barbie Lynn Masters is giving the time
of day to Paige here."

"Hey!" Paige squawked. "Zane thinks I am very

good at sex, I'll have you know."

"Trouble," Barbie Lynn moaned. Vivian had faked me

out and put a foot into my stomach that sent me cartwheeling. Me, I'd have
kicked me in the calves and thighs to weaken me up but Vivian went for a stomp
to my diaphragm. I rolled away, then kicked out. This is where my greater reach
came into play; Vivian couldn't fall back fast enough and I put my heel into
her hip.

I was up a hair before Vivian could make a counterstrike. I

rolled her thrust under my arm, caught the limb and rolled the two of us onto
the ground. She placed a hand underneath her and tried to shake free of me. I
locked her arm, twisted, and leaned into her body.

"Do you give?" I asked softly. I had her pinned

and I doubted anyone here besides Dana could have escaped.

"No," she hissed. I could sense people gathering

around.

"Time for another five-minute break?" I inquired a

little louder. Vivian gave one last surge of resistance, then relaxed.

"Fine," she grumbled, "five minutes." I

rolled off and offered her a hand.

Vivian ignored it, choosing to get on all fours, then stand.

She was about to walk way when she turned and extended her hand to me. She
shook and headed back to the closest bar.

"Zane?" at least five different girls asked me at

once. I wasn't sure why I'd let Vivian up either.

"Dude, if you lose this, I am personally going to use

my strap-on on your ass," Rio growled.

"I'm going to go home and start researching the most

painful applications of acupuncture possible," Paige enlightened us all.

"I'll take care of your hurts," Barbie Lynn

sympathized.

"You are such a slut," growled Rio.

"No," Opal interceded. "I think that Brandi,

Barbie Lynn and I are going to be taking comfort with Zane when the rest of you
bimbos have lost faith in him, leaving him lost and forlorn."

"How many of you am I going to have to fight off?"

Vivian sounded worried. It was beautiful music to my ears, not to be blamed for
once.

"There is me," Iona chirped, "and wait until

Heaven shows up. Forty-eight hours without her Zane-fix and she's going to look
forward to dismembering someone," she added with a pleasant sincerity.
Vivian looked to me skeptically.

"It is entirely my fault," I confessed with

upraised hands, "I should learn to say 'no' from time to time. I keep
leading these fine young ladies on."

"Do you see why you need to win now?" Dana asked

Vivian, who looked uncertain. "You are Zane's only hope of surviving the
school year. You are a lifesaver."

"Oh, okay; let's get back to it then," Vivian

sighed. I rolled my shoulders and followed. The second Dana gave us the nod, we
attacked one another. I had hoped to catch Vivian off-guard and clearly Vivian
thought the same thing.

In close, Vivian had the advantage. She got several blows

into my right side and I never fully recovered. Vivian got a foot behind my
left leg and tumbled me down as I grabbed her shirt. Her shirt tore, we rolled,
first her on top, then me before we broke up. I jabbed, she tumbled back and
regained her feet, I backed up and did the same.

Vivian tossed her ruined shirt aside and readied herself.

Maybe a half dozen people in the room followed the next exchange of blocks and
blows, Vivian hammering away at my right while I clipped her left shoulder and
stomach. I saw an opening, tried to flip her but she pulled me down and ended
up on top. She cocked back her fist to strike with her right while pinning my
shoulder with her left.

I had a hand poised at her armpit and the other half-raised

to block. Vivian realized she was about to clock me in the head hard; my block
wouldn't be fast enough. Something passed between us at that moment. I hooked
her under the arm, flipped us over, and landed on top. Vivian twisted her arms
but I twisted my block into a wrist hold and pinned the other when she
attempted to break the hold.

For that second, I had her pressed to the ground, our

breasts heaving from the exertion.

"Okay," she said softly. I immediately let go of her

wrists and got off of her in all haste. I offered to help her up and this time
she took it without hesitation. We stood there, clasped hands held at her chest
level, facing and studying the other's features.

The cheering broke out the moment the freshmen student body

realized the fight was finally over and that I had somehow come out on top. I
tilted my head slightly because I really had to know why she let me win but I
never got the words out.

"I really don't know," Vivian whispered.

My well-wishers pulled us apart and I was getting slapped on

the back and kissed. I noted that Dana, Barbie Lynn, Valerie, and Mercy stood
around Vivian. Valerie must have seen what really happened and wanted to know
why. Mercy had probably been reminded of whose side she theoretically belonged
to. Barbie Lynn would be Dorm Mother again, making Vivian her charge, and Dana
was her instructor after, which explained everyone's presence.

"So, can we have our own little celebration?"

Paige requested, her pale eyes burning bright.

"I have a church meeting in an hour," I frowned.

Rio and Iona were in the room with us but were close to the screen entrance,
giving Paige and I some space.

"We could sneak something in," Paige winked

hopefully.

"You are many things to me, Paige, but you are not

someone I want to leave after only a quickie," I looked down at Paige as I
wrapped my arms around her. She pouted but clearly wasn't too angry with my
decision. Outside her odd fascination with me, Paige was a clever, logical
girl.

"I believe Heaven is going to be all over you this

evening," Paige sighed. "Friday is for your Aunt Jill and Saturday is
the Block Party, so what are my chances for Thursday or Sunday?"

"I was hoping to make Thursday night a sleep-over sort

of thing and I'd like it if you were here," I asked. "I really don't
want to commit my Sunday until I'm sure Heaven is okay. You have to admit she's
had a really lousy week."

"I don't have to admit anything, Zane, but I make

allowances because you mean well," Paige smiled. "I chose to accept
that your loyalty to Heaven is a mirror of the loyalty you show me."

"It has nothing to do with bouncy, bouncy,

bouncy?" I teased.

"No," Paige wiggled tightly against me. "That

would be an irrational decision based on memories of deep sexual pleasure and
I'd never confess to that." I felt her place a gentle kiss on my chest. I
answered with a kiss to the top of her head.

"Now scoot," I commanded. "You are far too

distracting and I do have to get going."

Paige rubbed her body against me as she moved past to the

entrance; Iona and Rio came my way as I got dressed.

"I should have Mercy tied down, gagged, and blindfolded

by the time you get back," Rio grinned.

That was her way of asking my permission to use my room

without actually asking.

"I'll make sure Vivian is set up before you get

back," Iona informed me with upbeat energy.

"Iona, since I hate Mercy Chaplain, why don't you spend

the weekend with me?" I asked. The implication was that Rio would be
tearing Mercy up all weekend long.

"I'd love to," Iona hugged me.

"Sleep in his bed," Rio chuckled.

"I plan to," Iona boasted.

"Lose your virginity," Rio teased.

"No," Iona gave Rio a raspberry. "Zane loves

me the way I am."

"Are we going to cuddle?" I smiled warmly down at

her.

"Damn Skippy!" she chirped. "I'll even sleep

in the nude because I trust you so much."

"Busted!" Rio laughed at me. I groaned, finished

getting dressed, and made my own way out.

Before I could make my escape from the main area, Vivian

flagged me down.

"Vivian, I'm going to, I started to say. She lifted up

her phone in response.

"Your schedule is online," Vivian pointed out.

"What I was wondering was why you are still using the fifth floor showers
when you have showers in the Solarium now?"

"Wow, are you offering to shower with me?" I

faux-gasped. "That didn't take you long."

"No!!" Vivian glared with some exasperation.

"I'm trying to limit your contact with naked women."

No one within earshot was rude enough to laugh out loud.

"I could say something like 'shower with me and I'll

respect your virginity,' but I'll respect your virginity no matter what,"
I gazed upon Vivian. "I do formally request that you allow me to continue
to shower on the fifth floor. I hope you don't disregard my request out of
hand."

Vivian levelly met my gaze, then nodded.

"I'll think about it," she allowed.

"Holy Smokes," Brandi whispered from nearby,

"he's broken down the wall." Vivian flinched.

"No," Opal whispered back, "but she's no

longer ready to castrate him in the next fifteen seconds either." That
observation made Vivian crack a glimmer of a grin. I took it as my cue to run
for it.

Rochelle Wellington and University depravity, sort of.

Once they got over me 'borrowing' certain gear from some of

the male committee rooms, the Festivities Committee fell in line with Rochelle
Wellington's agenda. I sat back as normal while they hashed out how best to use
the new imagery that I'd provided courtesy of the girls at FFU. At this, my
second meeting, I chose to sit behind Sahara Penny, Pastor Bill's wife.

I learned she was Lebanese Christian and she'd married

William Penny when he was in the US Navy, before he became a priest. There were
a ton of things left unsaid about her opinion of his ministry and I got the
definite opinion that Bill had left his last post because everyone thought
Sahara had an indiscretion with a young male parishioner. My guess was that if
a young male parishioner was involved, the cheater was that bastard Bill.

As an added insult, Sahara's name wasn't even Sahara; that

was the name Bill had listed on their marriage certificate because he found her
Lebanese name difficult to pronounce. Her minority background, coupled with her
husband, the pastor, letting everyone think she was a cheating whore, made
Sahara the pariah of this little community.

Because I had absolutely nothing going on in my life, I had

to avenge Sahara. Being dumber than a box of rocks certainly didn't hurt my
determination. By the end of the session I had managed to accomplish four
things. I'd helped Sahara feel better about herself and know she had a friend
in me. If you have ever felt alone and isolated in the world you know how good
that can feel.

I had confused Mrs. Bainbridge as to my actual intentions;

she thought I was cozying up to Sahara instead of Rochelle. The committee was
mildly impressed that I had both shown back up and had appeared to bust my hump
in contributing to their efforts at what their menfolk thought was a joke.

Most importantly to me, I had gotten a few covert smiles

from Rochelle Wellington for both my help to the other members and to my
efforts with Sahara. As wife of the mayor, she wasn't supposed to make waves,
which included things like befriending someone the men had designated to be on
the 'Shunned' list. I was forgiven for my transgression because I clearly
didn't give a fuck about what any of them cared.

When the meeting broke up Kendra Bainbridge, Sahara,

Rochelle and I were quickly the last ones left. I hovered close to Sahara as we
made our way to the door.

"Zane, you need to return this equipment to the proper

room," Rochelle reminded me.

"Sahara, why don't we walk to our cars together?"

Kendra suggested sweetly.

This was the most I had heard Kendra address Sahara in the

short time I had known them.

It was clearly also her attempt of a cock-block on Sahara

and I, which was a fortunate misread on the situation between myself and the
Pastor's wife.

"That would be nice, Kendra," Sahara replied. She

reached out and stroked my elbow. "Thank you, Zane," she added with a
smile.

Kendra departed, smug in her victory, leaving Rochelle and I

alone.

"I'll get this equipment put away and be right

back," I told Rochelle. "Could you make sure all the new files are
backed up to my account?"

"Of course, Zane," she smiled warmly, and set to

work. I raced to get things squared away and hurried back. She remained at the
table completing her work, coat off, when I moved in behind her.

"Are we still friends?"

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