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Running into a wall is bad, having it fall on you is
worse but not being missed is the worst        

Since I had mastered the moment so successfully with

conversation I shut the hell up and took the crowd toward my room. Halfway up
the stairs I expected Jill to call out but it didn't happen. I counted myself
lucky, handed out fresh t-shirts to Paris and Leigh, only to have Paige regale
them for fifteen minutes about all the female swag I had in my dorm room, from
female silk robes in a variety of lengths and colors to thongs and dog collars.

Girls should not look at me and lick their lips; it is scary

because I thought that men went to college to chase women, not the other way
around. Back at the start of the year, I knew that I was such a Man-Stud that
I'd pick up more than my fair share too. I now have multiple women in my life
and one day soon I hope to chase one down and call her my own, provided the
other women let me.

"We will see you later," Leigh gave me a sexy

nudge with her hip. I nodded and promptly made sure my windows were locked.
They had the annoying habit of being unlocked with glowing neon signs outside
that said "Kappa Sigmas enter here". This time I was ready for them.
I was also on the ball enough to know that when none of the Kappa Sigmas were
upset by my action, that indicated there was something going on that I was
clueless about.

I was hardly convinced to let my guard down by the limited

conversation the three sorority sisters and I had as I escorted them out of the
house and kissed them goodnight. I diverged to the dryer to warm up Paris and
Leigh's shirts. I kissed Aunt Jill goodnight as well. She gave me a bemused,
maternal look as I headed back to my room before my 'bed time'. I must have
looked like I felt, pretty exhausted.

I joined Iona and Paige in the bathroom where we went

through the nightly routine before heading for bed. They stripped slowly; I
crawled into bed fully clothed and was feeling rather clever with myself.

"No, you don't," Paige insisted.

"Zane," Iona gave an angelic smile, "you have

to do what you feel comfortable with but this is a matter of trust between
us." Was Iona beating me up with a variation on the argument I'd used on
Vivian a few hours ago? I was definitely undecided so Iona brushed my lips with
hers. "It's okay."

The only thing worse than being manipulated is being

manipulated with sincerity. I shucked my clothes and shot them to the foot of
the bed. I took in the view of Paige and Iona stripped out of their bras, then
panties. Paige even made a little game of it, shooting her panties at my head.
She missed so I snatched them as they sailed past.

Paige flashed me a wicked grin as I did so.

"Hey, Zane," she purred. Paige put her knee on the

bed, followed by the other, so that she was standing on her knees.

"Hey," Iona mimicked from the other side.

Together, they sensually flowed toward me and each other. When they were
settled against my hip they looked down and smiled.

"You both look lovely," I sighed dreamily at my

slightly-built beauties. They graced me with a smile once more before looking
into one another's eyes. Then they kissed, and after that they really kissed,
and several steamy seconds later the girls extended their right hands to their
opposite's breast. They rolled their tits beneath their palms. I would have
wept at this point but it would have been unmanly.

When their left hands joined in the fun I nearly lost it. Did

I mention they hadn't stopped kissing yet? It was hard enough that I was
intimately familiar with their bodies, head to toe. I was the first man either
of them had put lips to lust with (discarding Paige's grade school fiascoes). I
had licked, teased, and plucked those nipples they were now so readily
fondling.

I had placed them naked in bed with other women and beheld

their first steps into a far more sexually dynamic life than a strict
fundamental Christian life would have deposited them in. I would have continued
to wax poetic on the vision above me but the horror of my decision to sleep
with both their naked bodies without sex was grinding my happiness into
despair.

"Oh, wow," Paige giggled, "it's throbbing on

his stomach." She was referring to my cock. If it had something larger
than a series of nerve clusters, my cock would have been screaming at me,
questioning my sanity and demanding a passionate reason I wasn't mounting them
both, drilling them hard, and going back for seconds, and thirds.

They both leaned down onto one arm before reclining to their

sides.

"Good night, Zane," Iona whispered. She kissed me

on the lips, rather chastely, then rolled over so that her back was to me. She
wiggled her ass tight against my thigh because, you know, I have a thing for
asses.

"Sweet dreams of me," Paige gave a sultry roll of

the voice. She rested her head on my shoulder and languidly placed her right
arm on my chest and her right leg on my groin. Her hand came to rest on the top
of my sternum while her knee covered my balls and the base of my cock. My
sexual organ gave her limb a sympathetic throb. Paige sighed pleasurably,
enjoying the torture she was putting me through.

My right arm cradled Paige and drew her tighter. She kissed

my chest with a feather-light touch. My left arm draped around Iona with my
wrist being poked by her left nipple (it was still aroused by Paige's
attentions) while my fingers coasted along her stomach. I drummed my hand on
her abdomen; Iona snuggled in deeper and gave me a delightful little murmuring
noise.

That was enough to send me off to sleep and I was grateful.

If I hadn't been asleep I knew I was going to stick my cock into something,
even if it was an electric outlet. I couldn't screw Iona and wouldn't sex up
Paige because she would never let me get over having broken down and nailed her
in defiance of my own word. What woman doesn't want to think her body can drive
a man to forgo his honor? Again, she would never, ever let me forget it.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep when I heard my

bedroom door open. I wasn't sure what Jill would want this late but that wasn't
a problem. The first one through the door was Leigh but Paris and Ricky Frasier
snuck in right behind her. I need to invest in some home defense apparatus,
things like pit-traps, trip-wires, and nests of feral Chihuahuas.

"Don't worry, Zane," Leigh whispered. "We are

here for Paige."

"Ah," I grunted. Paige stirred next to me, rolled

onto her back, and smiled at the newcomers. "We won't need you
tonight," Paige assured me. "This is all-girl."

"I see; I need to go back to campus and spank Barbie

Lynn, Opal, and Brandi's bottoms until they glow red," I growled. They had
turned Paige onto the whole lesbian orgy theme.

"Hold on," I begged the girls as they began

stripping. I rapidly moved to the closet, pulled down two comforters and two
pillows for Iona and I to use as a bed. I set things out and Iona gave me one
of those sleepy, sweet, innocent smiles and joined me on the floor, a comforter
as a mattress and the other as a cover.

I quickly became obvious to me that the object of Leigh,

Paris, Ricky's and Paige's fun wasn't to have intercourse with one another but
to drive me nuts. It wasn't ego talking here; statistically, an ass, calf, or
grinning head pops over the same side of bed you are on only so many times
before it becomes enemy action. It was working too; I was rock hard and sleep
was escaping me. Sadly, fate intervened, to my detriment.

In movies you often see couples roll out of bed, say 'ow,'

then go back to passionate love-making. Paris came off the bed with a squeak;
me, I felt a stomach-churning pain and a soundless scream escaped my lips.
Paris' knee had come straight down on my nuts and impacted them into the
hardwood floor with only a thin quilt providing any absorption.

Paris' playful grin and giggle turned into fear as she saw

my face.

"Zane?" she whispered, "Sorry?"

"Zane, are you okay?" Iona inquired at my side.

Paris backed off me, allowing me to wheeze and roll over in

a ball facing Iona. Iona cradled me in her arms.

"Zane, what's wrong?" she worried. I wasn't

articulate at the moment but Paris was.

"Oh, God," she gasped. "I landed on his

nuts." Paige and Leigh immediately poked their heads over the bed,
appearing in my peripheral vision. I heard Ricky padding around from the other
side of the bed.

"Damn it," Leigh moaned. "Now what are we

going to do?"

"How about show a little sympathy?" Iona grumped

at the others. I know her heart was in the right place but pulling me tight to
her bosom with a nipple resting on my upper lip didn't do my damaged genitalia
any good. There was a light, coastal breeze off Madagascar calling for my cock
to get hard once again and damn me if it wasn't answering.

The resulting pain was describable, similar to having my

testicles used by an 800 pound gorilla to sink the cue ball on a Carom
billiards table. And damn if that bastard wasn't determined to get it done no
matter how many attempts it took. Next time some psychopath stares me dead in
the eyes and asks if I've ever prayed for death, I can match his gaze and say
'Hell yes.'

"Leigh, get some ice," Paige whispered.

"Paris, go to the bathroom down the hall and get some ibuprofen and salve.
Iona, help me get him back on the bed." The girls hurried off quietly, for
which I was thankful. I was equally thankful that Iona and Paige were so gentle
in moving me off the floor and onto the bed, and yes, I hammed it up a bit.

Once the rush of taking charge of events passed, Paige began

to flash me guilty looks. This was definitely her plan and she'd miscalculated
the body motion dynamics of three women playing sex games on a queen-sized bed.

"I, I apologize," Paige admitted. "This was

my fault." I was somewhat more than stunned.

"Okay," I gasped. "Flesh heals but memories

are forever."

"That means you are going to get me for this,"

Paige realized.

"I'd buy a seat cushion if I were you, Ms.

Spanky-bottoms," I tried to joke, but the pain got in the way of my
laughter.

Paris padded back in with a pill bottle, a foil tube, and a glass

of water. She handed the pill bottle to Paige and the water to Iona. When Paris
started unscrewing the top to the salve, things became difficult.

"Paris," Iona grumbled, "why do you get to

put the cream on his balls? It was your knee that caused his pain."

"I know," Paris whimpered, "and I want to

make it up to him." Paige popped the pill cap and handed me two ibuprofen;
Iona propped me up. I took the pills and she put the water to my lips.

"I'll take care of it," Iona insisted.

"My plan, my fault, I'll take care of it," Paige

countered.

"Take care of what?" Leigh panted as she slipped

into my bedroom with a bowl of ice.

"Massaging Zane's poor crushed nuts," Ricky

murmured.

"If I've hurt him permanently, I'll never forgive

myself," Paris moaned piteously. Was she more afraid of my promise to get
her back or the other ladies' retaliation for the maiming I'd gone through?

"I said I would take care of it," Paige insisted.

"No, I think I will take care of it, if no one

minds," I ground out. The implication was that if they didn't let me
medicate my massive melons of masculine might, I'd come after them all, in
thirty or so minutes when I could freely move once again.

It took me a second to realize that no one was arguing with

me.

"Ricky, could you please get a damp hand-towel from the

bathroom," Iona requested. Ricky looked confused so Iona added, "We
can't put the ice cubes directly on his scrotum unless we really do want to
take him to the emergency room."

"Oops, sorry," Ricky sounded embarrassed.

"That makes sense. I'll be right back." When Ricky left, Paige and
Iona reclined on either side of me.

"Hold on," I requested. "I'd like to give

Paris a hug." Iona scooted first, letting Paris crawl on all fours over my
body. I gave her a kiss with as much strength as I could exert.

"I," she mumbled.

"We were playing a game and it was an accident. I

already feel somewhat better," I assured her. "Besides, I'm pretty
sure I have yet to fuck you to orgasm and that's not a challenge my cock takes
lightly." Paris wept and collapsed onto my chest. I lay back, head on a
pillow, so I could stroke Paris' hair.

When Ricky returned I struggled around Paris to kiss her and

Leigh as well. I also took the opportunity to coat my scrotum with the salve,
which instantly cooled my pain, then started heating damaged parts up. Leigh
applied the towel holding the ice gently to balance out the sensations. We
hugged, confirmed our date for Saturday night, and parted ways.

Iona, Paige, and I returned to the bed and tried to get back

to sleep. This time we kept our limbs to ourselves, though we remained close. I
waited a while before surrendering to my dreams. A decision was reached
internally that the next time I took Iona out for a quiet weekend, I would have
to make it somewhere off the beaten path, somewhere in Appalachia no doubt.

Iona gave me a precious, sleepy smile as I climbed out of

bed in the morning. I looked at her heavy eyes, questioning her intent, when
she pulled my pillow into her chest and drifted off into slumber once more. Paige
was dead to the world, undoubtedly wrapped up in the remorseless rest of the
Damned.

I was able to dress uninterrupted and glide downstairs to

find Jill already up and puttering around. I was about to find out what she had
heard last night.

"Good morning, Zane. Are you feeling better?" Jill

asked.

"Feeling better?" I questioned.

"Your, you know, down there, are you feeling

better?" she clarified somewhat. I imagine my jaw dropped because she
looked at me with an obvious amusement.

"How did you know?" I finally responded.

"Oh, Iona came to my room last night and explained the

situation as well as apologizing for the disruption," Aunt Jill explained.
"She's a very forthright and honest young lady, and she doesn't currently
have a fianc either."

"What, whoa, wait a second, Jill," I stammered.

Things were going way too fast for me. "How is it you are okay with two
girls sleeping in my bedroom and three more coming over when three months ago
we couldn't even discuss sex at all and its only place was in the marriage bed?
What happened that I missed?"

"Zane," Jill sighed patiently, "when God

closes one door he opens another. I had to accept that my life with Tim was
over and I had to move forward with my life with you. That means I am going to
get more mileage out of counseling you as opposed to dictating
abstinence."

"And you have this epiphany after you burn all the

stuff I brought back from Thailand," I groaned.

"We both did things we probably regret," she

reasoned.

"You've been talking to Iona, or more likely, Iona's

been calling you," I began piecing it together.

"After you told me about what those girls were making

you do, like crawl around on your knees, I tried to get some of your classmates
to tell me what was really going on," Jill related.

"Iona was the only one who would talk to me and she and

I have communicated pretty regularly since then," Jill finished.
"She's a truly sweet girl and I think you two make a cute couple."

In case you are wondering, there is no good response to that

statement.

"She tells me you are interested in that 'Christina'

girl. She's, elegant," which was Jill's way of saying Christina wasn't a
'humble Christian girl' like Iona.

Something in that train of thought made me put a few other

faces to the descriptor 'elegant'.

"Is that why you didn't like Mom, Dad, and, well, was

Uncle Tim snobby as well, elegant?" I mused. Jill stopped looking in the
fridge were she was figuring out what we'd be having for breakfast.

"Yes," Jill said quietly. Tim hadn't wanted to

marry Jill; he'd wanted to marry Jill's older sister, Kathryn. Jill matched
herself against Mom, the free spirit, and Dad, the joker, who were both
sophisticated Devil-May-Care people born of wealth and privilege. In a way, Tim
was from the same background, except that he ended up arrogant and emotionally
distant.

Of course, Tim had to grow up with Granddad, who was a real

peach, and my Dad, who was always larger than life, always doing whatever task
their father put before him and always going one step beyond. Worse, Dad always
had the courage to be himself. Dad was the brilliant rebel, the Prodigal Son
who was always welcomed back home; Tim was the plodding workhorse.

The best example of this was the first time each of them ran

away from home. Tim ran away to the tree house in the backyard at the house in
Wyoming. The first time Dad ran away, he ended up in Hawaii. When the FBI
caught him, he was working in a Japanese restaurant, stock-piling Australian
dollars, and had a map of the Great Barrier Reef. Now that I think of it, I
must get my nuttiness from Dad.

"Jill, I'm sorry Tim wasn't the husband you

deserved," I told her softly. I rested a hand on her shoulder and she
backed into me. I wrapped my arms around her from behind.

"Thank you, Zane," she told me in a soft voice.

She looked out of the window over the sink for a few seconds.

"Do you think we should get a pool?" Jill broke

the silence. Huh?

"Who are you and what have you done with my Aunt

Jill?" I teased her. It took a second for Jill to get it but when she did,
she laughed.

"Wait," she teased back, "would I be a clone,

an alien, or, what were those things I heard about, oh, pod-people?"

"I think you are the Pink Power Ranger," Paige

snickered from my elbow where she had materialized mysteriously from the ether.
Jill squeaked and spun around while I was busy putting my heart back in my
chest. Jill struggled out of my arms, blushed, and went back to the fridge.
"Did I interrupt something?"

"Yes; my desire to live a longer life," I coughed.

"Now that we have the useless pleasantries out of the

way, what I really want to know is if all the equipment is in working
order," Paige smirked. I thought of a smarmy reply, an angry reply, and
even ignoring her, but another idea won out.

"Hey, Babe," I whispered in a husky voice to Paige

as I stepped into body contact with her, "it hurts a little right now but
thanks for asking. I'm glad you are watching out for me." I drew a line
with right hand along her collarbone and shoulder to her neck and finally
circling her ear.

"Oh," Paige gulped. Her eyes grew wide. "Of

course, Zane. I want to watch out for you, I care."

I let my arms drape around her and linked them up at the

small of her back, pulling her tight to me. Paige slipped her arms beneath me and
did likewise, with the added gesture of placing her ear to my chest. Iona
slipped into the kitchen as she did so. She gave me a cute wave, side-stepped
us, and went to help Jill.

I figured from Iona's actions that she was going to keep

Jill busy getting the four of us breakfast, so I took Paige's right hand in my
left and led her out into the hall. As I headed for the porch in the back,
someone came through the front door, attempting to be stealthy. It was Leigh;
I'd clearly caught her doing something wrong.

"Yes?" I questioned. She looked to Paige then back

to me.

"I forgot to return your keys," Leigh evaded.

"What are you doing with my keys?" I sounded a bit

cross. Paige squeezed my hand tightly, expressing her own tension.

"Paige gave them to me to use last night," Leigh

gulped.

"You are hopeless as a conspirator," Paige growled

at Leigh. I took a deep breath instead. I was going to have as little stress in
my morning as possible.

"Please give them to Iona in the kitchen, Leigh,"

I sighed. A quick look to Paige showed her that I wasn't angry so she didn't
resist as I resumed our journey.

Out on the porch I took a large, cushioned, low-swung wooden

chair and sat down.

"It's cold out here," Paige shivered. I responded by

pulling her into my lap. It took her a moment to figure out what to do with
herself. She settled on sitting sideways with her left arm over my shoulder and
her head laying on top of it.

It took twenty-five minutes for Iona to come out and get us.

"Breakfast," Iona said. I looked at her curiously,

trying to judge how she was taking the loss of the time promised to her this
weekend. She winked and went back inside so I guessed everything was okay and
our weekend postponed.

"Do you want to go inside?" I gently inquired of

Paige.

"Two more minutes," she whispered. I kissed her on

the head and listened to the breeze in the leaves, the birds chatting in the
trees, and her breath on my neck. Slowly her head rose after the two minutes
had passed and she was staring at me, or rather at the side of my head.

"Yes?" I asked, as I turned and looked into her

eyes.

"You are so dumb," she whispered. Paige kissed me

with a tenderness that bespoke a depth of passion that I had not fully
realized.

"I wouldn't trade this moment for anything in the

world," I breathed back.

"I would have been better off if I had turned away that

very first day I saw you," she got around to responding. I knew she was
saying that she could come up with no quick strategy for getting Christina out
of the way and that perplexed her. I had to do something.

"Don't forget to get that seat cushion," I joked.

She seemed a bit cross, then grinned.

"If I let you do something else to my bottom will you

forgive me?" she teased me with a sensual ass wiggle.

"Really?" I perked up. Paige wouldn't consider

anal sex before now, though I was all for it.

"No!" she giggled. Paige leapt off my lap and

raced inside. I made a grab for Paige with no intent of ensnaring her, she was
having too much fun being pursued, and pursue I did.

"Help me!" Paige squealed. "Help me; he's

trying to get my bottom!" So much for any sense of decorum, I sighed.
Paige made it to the dining room and quickly was using Leigh as a shield. Jill
looked at me quizzically while Iona gave a weary sigh and looked heavenward for
guidance.

"So, Leigh, are you joining us for breakfast?" I

obfuscated the crisis.

"Yes," Leigh hesitated. "Your Aunt Jill is

thanking me for finding your keys."

"If that is okay with you, Zane?" Jill demurred.

Huh, and by that I mean, since when has my opinion in this household been
sought or even obeyed?

"If it pleases you, Jill, I wouldn't mind eating

Leigh", I had a slip of the tongue, "I mean eating with Leigh."

Leigh's eyes sparkled and Jill totally missed the

implication (I assumed because 'eat' a girl made no sense to her sexually
repressed mind.) Iona gave my arm a light slap.

"Have a seat, Leigh," Jill smiled in a way I

wasn't familiar with; it was almost like she was content. The resulting meal of
country ham, grits, and cantaloupe was simple but satisfying.

We were all hot, sweaty, and laboring for breath. Had we

been in bed and undressed, the situation would have been perfect. Instead, we
were in my workout room, working out. I had allowed an hour to digest our meal
but now we were finishing my daily physical regimen. Paige and Leigh were on
their backs, staring at the ceiling and cursing the fact that I was finishing
up my final exercise.

Iona was on her stomach on the mat next to me, moaning

softly. I seriously considered insisting that Paige and Iona take up a sport.
Leigh was another story, but I'm sure I could get Tawny, her sorority
president, to get her to do something strenuous, that didn't involve me and
sex.

"I have given up any hope of ever fucking you to death,

Leigh panted as she looked my way.

"Thanks," I grinned back.

"Without the help of several sisters," Leigh

gasped as Paige lazily smacked her on the stomach, "to wear you down
first. I don't know how Barbie Lynn can walk after those marathon sessions with
you."

"It usually involves screaming out to God multiple

times and a long nap afterwards," Iona groaned.

"So," Leigh sat up, "have either of

you,"

"Hammered me through the sheets, and I swear I blacked

out as I came," Paige boasted wearily.

"Umm," Leigh purred, "good memories."

Have I left the room? Should I hand out customer satisfaction surveys?

"That night was fantastic, wasn't it?" Iona

sighed.

"Three damn orgasms I'll never forget, and then there

was Rio and her devilish fingers," Leigh murmured happily.

"Wait! Iona, you and Zane, Rio too?" Paige propped

herself up.

"He was a very gentle gentleman," Iona declared.

"Oh," taunted Leigh to Iona, "I recall you

doing quite a savage dance on the tip of his tongue." Iona blushed and
Paige gawked.

"So that three-way with you and Barbie Lynn wasn't your

first time, well, what do you know?" Paige mused.

"All this physical stress has me thirsty," Leigh

stated.

"Yes, I think a protein drink is in order," Paige

agreed, and winked at me.

"Oh, hell no!" I defended myself. "Me, no sex

weekend, remember?"

"But, Zane," Iona rolled over and batted her

eyelashes at me, "it was so sweet and salty."

"Iona," I nearly wept.

"I apologize, Zane," Iona pouted. "I was only

teasing."

"I can always hope to soak up some of that sexual

energy at 12:01 Sunday night," Paige sighed.

"Nope, sorry, going out with Heaven Sunday night,"

I informed them.

"Oh, pooh," Iona grumped. "She'll drain him

alright."

"Is Heaven really that good?" Leigh seemed

curious.

"Let's not have this discussion," I stood up. I

was ignored of course.

"Oh, he goes at her five, six, seven times a

night," Iona stated. "She walks funny the next day too."

"How come there is never any footage of them

together?" Leigh persisted. "You would think with that much sexuality
and the howling she made from our towel closet at the party that there would be
something on his site."

"I am not going to be part of this discussion," I

repeated as I made for the door. "Now I'm taking a shower." For a
group of girls who couldn't stand a minute ago, they clearly were capable of
nearly killing me as they stampeded for the shower, women.

Before Iona and I got in, I held her back by the arm.

"Five, six, seven times, walks funny the next morning,

I'm sure Heaven will like that," I whispered.

"I thought a little embellishment couldn't hurt,"

Iona smiled with an earnestly pure face. She knew Heaven's nature and would
help conceal it until Heaven decided it was no longer necessary; Iona was that
kind of best friend.

"Do you ever get tired picking up after my

shipwrecks?" I had to ask.

"Come on, Zane," Paige called from inside the

shower as the water cascaded down on her and Leigh. I decided that keeping them
occupied was my best bet to keep the volume down. As I pulled the curtain
aside, I caught a glimpse of Iona behind me, shaking her head 'No'.

Undercover  Underage

Willa was waiting for Valarie and I when we arrived. She had

strategically placed her bike at a break between the groups of hotel units so
she could quickly duck out of sight. I had no desire to do anything stupid like
get in a fight. She rested on the seat of her ride. I was following Val's
advice so I pulled up some distance away and kept to the middle of the parking
lot because you never knew what could come popping out a door.

I approached alone, again, I didn't want to freak Willa out

any more than she already was.

"I've got a line on those IDs," she greeted me.

I'd asked her for some fake IDs so me and some of the girls could get into
clubs.

"Yeah," I said deadpan, "I'm sure you

did."

She keyed on my mood but didn't outwardly react. How should

I handle this?

"Willa, you are an undercover cop," I sighed.

"I don't know who you are with and I don't care. I don't want to cause you
trouble, I simply want a favor." Willa rocked off her ride and took a few
steps toward me.

"Asshole," she growled, "that isn't funny. I

ought to fucking slap you like the punk-ass bitch you are."

"You won't, you are a cop and that's still assault

because I'm not threatening you or threatening to blow your cover so that your
life would be at risk," I related. Seeing Willa's consternation, I
explained. "Valarie has been through this a time or two."

"Zane, I'm not a cop and I'm not kicking your ass

because you are a cute guy, but stop screwing with me," Willa changed up
her defense.

"Fine," I shrugged. "I'm going to have a talk

with Belle. I'm sure she will believe me. I felt I owed you a chance because
you are a law enforcement officer and you are risking your life for me, the
general public."

"Don't go to Belle," Willa reached out and put an

arm on my bicep. "It doesn't matter that your idea is a load of crap;
Belle will tell Deacon and then I'm screwed."

"Willa, you can walk away from this situation whenever

you want," I told her. "Belle can't. This is her life and I'd prefer
she not die living it."

"Zane, you hadn't even met her before Thursday

night." she groused.

"That's pretty much what I said," Valarie finally

chimed in. "I'm only here because Zane doesn't know anyone else who could
be relied on to keep their mouth shut."

"You don't believe this crap about me being a Fed, do

you?" Willa joked.

"Absolutely," Valarie said without hesitation.

"Zane is crazy but he's spot-on when dealing with women. Case in point:
Zane took that little fluff with him to the bathroom while peeling off Rio's
girlfriend, a black belt in Karate, to guard me. He knew he would get you
bitches to give Rio up, though he didn't have a plan going in. If he tells me
you are a cop, you are a cop."

I clearly had Willa flummoxed. After a minute in silence I

shook off Willa's hand and turned for my car. I stopped when I had the door
open.

"I'm going to see Belle at the Fallout Shelter

tonight," I said. "If you do something to stop me, I'll make sure
Tara knows, and while she and Belle have problems, they are twins and she won't
let her sister do serious time."

"I'm not confessing to anything but I think there is

something you should know. Deacon Baker served with Belle's husband and
brother-in-law. Her brother-in-law ran the Warlords chapter but he and his
brother got caught up in an ATF sting. They wrapped up Belle's husband but
before they could grab the brother, who could tie up the whole criminal
enterprise, he vanished. He was last seen with Deacon," Willa explained.

"Deacon didn't wait around to see if the guy would stay

loyal; he removed the threat," Willa added. "If he thinks I'm a
threat, he'll have me removed too."

"Cry me a river," Valarie rolled her eyes.

"You are sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

"I'm not a damn cop," Willa snarled.

"Where are you from?" I asked Willa. I caught her

off-guard but she snapped back soon enough.

"Tampa Bay, Florida," she shot off.

"Nope. I think you are from Wisconsin or Minnesota,

it's your skin complexion and the way you roll some of your consonants off your
tongue and lips," I said. Willa's eyes narrowed. Now she was pissed.

"Are you going to shoot us with the 9mm at your back or

help Zane out'?" Valarie sounded bored.

"This is totally wrong," Willa persisted. She

tried to stare me down but I could see something inside give way. "I'm not
saying I am an undercover cop but if I was, what would you want?"

"Give Belle as much shelter as you can. Hopefully she

ends up with probation," I offered.

"What is in it for me?" Willa sighed.

"What can I do for you?" I answered.

"Do you know who took out Deacon?" Willa inquired.

"Yes," I replied. I could feel Valarie's head snap

behind me and her eyes bore into the back of my head.

"Who was it?" Willa increased her intensity.

"I would tell you but I like living without the benefit

of life support," I joked.

"I'd cry bullshit, damn you, except I saw the beating

they took and that scares the crap out of me," Willa grumbled. "Okay,
Zane, if you ever get the chance to tell me, do so."

"Deal," I agreed.

"Great; we are all friends," Valarie stated

sarcastically. "Now fuck his face, suck his cock, and we can get going; I
have to eat dinner with my sister, Dad, and the cunt he married."

"What?" I glared at Valarie.

"No way!" Willa declared.

"Listen, bitch, you are going to need to describe what

it feels like on your tongue from the ball-sack to the tip of his cock,"
Valarie lectured.

"I've seen a video," Willa countered.

"And you are such a bang-up storyteller that the

18-year old boy genius ID'd you in two minutes, or have you missed the last ten
minutes of your life?" Valarie mocked her.

"He seems to be the exception," Willa noted.

"The average girl that attracts Zane's attention can do

calculus in her head, and the one who can't is his family," Valarie
responded.

"Now consider his interest in Belle; she's probably a

poor girl raised in a college town. That means she could have gone to college
but was already soured on the whole establishment idea by a string of college
fuck wads. Her sister went on to become a Law-dog that busts UV assholes all
day long; Belle became an ass-kicker who flaunts her body at a bar frequented
by the very higher education types that screwed with her in high school,"
Valarie continued. I wasn't sure how much of this Val was fabricating but it
didn't matter.

"Now she dangles her forbidden fruit in front of them,

yet none ever get a taste, am I wrong?" Valarie queried. "You see an
outlaw biker and think they are too lazy or stupid to get a real job. I see
someone who wants to do their own damn thing, you don't fuck with us and we
don't fuck with you."

"Belle is smarter than you think she is, Willa, or

whoever you are. If you don't think you are fucked yet, consider this: When was
the last time Belle gave a college guy the time of day, much less walked one
out of a beat-down dictated by her chapter president?" Valarie smirked.
"Zane had me fighting side-by-side with him against half of the FFU
faculty and students so I can attest to his peculiar form of magic."

"Fuck," Willa growled.

"Now, get on your knees and blow him so we can all go

about our business," Valarie rumbled back.

"I'm still in the midst of a no-sex weekend so I'm

going to say 'No'," I intervened.

"Can't we just shake and part as friends?" Willa

tried.

"At least kiss him," Valarie suggested.

"Val, stop it. We have some level of understanding and

that's good enough for now," I told her. I was checking on Valarie's okay
so I only saw Willa's closure at the last moment.

One look into her eyes told me she was deceiving herself

that this was going to be a quick kiss to get it over with. Our lips met and my
hands found their way to her hips. I pulled her to me without trapping her. A
few seconds later she broke the kiss. I could read the confusion in her eyes. Her
plan was to do it and be done but her impulse was to come back again.

She kissed me again but his time, her tongue caressed my

lips and I let it slip in. After that, I really couldn't stop myself from
kissing her back intensely. Soon my lips wandered to her cheeks, chin, and neck
before nibbling on an ear until she moaned and thrust up against my body.

"Ugh, ah, fuck," Willa moaned. "It has been

too damn long." I rotated us around, pressing Willa's back against my car.

I lowered my body down Willa's, nibbling and tickling with

my tongue as I did so until I was chewing on the top of her low-cut t-shirt.

"You are not happily married, are you?" I inquired

between a tongue stroke and some suction.

"Umm, ah, no." she replied. "Why do you

ask?"

"I don't want you to do something you'll regret,"

I answered before working my way back up her throat. Willa lolled her head
back, extending her throat for my attention.

"Nope," she gulped with sexual tension, "no

one at all." That was my cue to work with both hands to pull her shirt out
of her jeans. That done, I let my fingers roam under the shirt and caress the
flesh of her stomach.

"Oh, stop that, no, wait, don't stop, yessss,"

Willa moaned. When her shirt was high enough, I began working over her tender
flesh. She was clearly getting into it but I wanted more from her. I popped the
button on her jeans and unzipped them. Willa's underwear was appropriately
lacy. I pulled the panties down as I peeled the jeans open until I could make
out her finely trimmed landing strip.

I kissed along the line from her cunt fur to her hip

bringing forth a hearty moan of pleasurable release. My fingers made small
circles back to her ass, squeezing both cheeks and rubbing them together. Willa
was stroking the top of my head and lightly yanking on my hair. I took that to
be a positive endorsement of my efforts so far.

When I started back up her body, Willa spread her legs wide

apart and coaxed me along. I got to the base of her bra; I could sense her
nervousness so I stopped pushing up her shirt there and went back to her
shoulder. I had just made it back to Willa's lips when Valarie cleared her
throat.

"Excuse me, but I do have somewhere else to be,"

Valarie teased us. Willa had to reorient herself. The look she gave me was
somewhat accusatory but happily, it transformed into some level of
understanding.

"Damn, you are sexy," she purred. She rested her

elbows on my shoulders and looked me over with sensuality on her lips.

"I mean, you really are sexy and I want to do this

again, and we didn't even have sex yet," Willa grinned.

"What makes you think we are going to have sex? Don't

we have a professional relationship?" I mused. Willa reacted by putting
more pressure on my shoulders, then hopping up so she could put her legs around
my waist.

"I kinda-sorta owe you," she gave me a wicked

look. "Besides, you might like it." I had to dissuade her somehow; my
life had far too many complications to get this close to the Warlords right
now.

"I don't know, Willa. I like lots and lots of anal

sex," I cautioned her. I figured that would buy me some space.

"Oh," she grunted, "I love it. A big cock

like yours would feel fantastic in my ass," she added with a deep pant.
Wow, that backfired spectacularly. Maybe I should inform her that I've been
called needle cock by women who know me well. To add insult to injury, Valarie
broke out in uproarious laughter.

"There you go, Tiger," Val chuckled. "That

will keep her in her place. It just so happens her place is face down and ass
up with you riding roundup." Willa took a deep breath, then dismounted me.
She patted me on the chest and gave me one final kiss.

"We need to be going," she sighed. "I'll make

sure to stay in touch."

Valarie and I waited behind as Willa got on her ride and

drove away. Only then did Valarie give me one last jibe herself.

"Dude, I swear your lips are dusted with cocaine

because I've never seen women act so nuts around a normal guy," she
teased.

"Are you saying I'm abnormal?" I shot back.

"Ha," she laughed. "I'm calling it like I see

it. I'd caution you about a girl and handcuffs but you have six sets that I
know of so all I can advise is dodging when they shoot at you and lawyer up the
moment they read you your rights, and I'm gone."

Her bike roared to life and she peeled out, leaving me to

contemplate what further screw-ups I'd added to my life.

Girls, all I can say in any of our defenses is that none of

us had been to a college block party except Rio, and we were dumb enough to
listen to her advice on what to wear and what it would be like. We didn't even
know how screwed we were until we arrived at the party destination and by then,
it was too late. My only excuse was that Vivian had sworn Rio and Mercy had
behaved themselves last night. Of course, first we had to get the clothes we
were going to wear.

The salesgirls eyed us with a devilish curiosity when we

filed into the chic women's boutique, the only one in town. I was getting away
with jeans and a red t-shirt from a local band called "Confetti". According
to Rio, girls had to dress 'rough and ready', which translated to tight leather
pants, shot boots, and either halter tops or sleeveless shirts.

In retrospect, I should have known that when the salesgirls

began regarding me as a pimp, I'd fucked up royally.

"What do you think?" Barbie Lynn came flouncing

over to where I was sitting, showing off her bright yellow halter top (that
wasn't much into halting anything) and buckskin pants with the prerequisite
frills along the outside of each leg.

"Don't those things come with a bra?" I gulped. On

the grave of my Viking ancestors, I swear those two orbs were just, right
there, free and mouth-wateringly delicious.

"What?" Barbie pouted. "Don't you like

them?" she leaned forward, pressed her boobs together, and wiggled them in
front of me.

"Best ever," I panted. Barbie Lynn glowed at that

declaration, then turned around and presented her ass mere inches from my face.

"Better than this?" she taunted.

"Ah!" I cried out; my pledge was in immoral

danger. I tried to get out of my chair by brushing by her tush but only managed
to flip the chair over on its side with me still in it.

Eyes tracked me as I struggled to stand.

"It has the Zane seal of approval," Barbie Lynn

addressed the room. "I'll take it."

"Wait! Zane? The Zane?" One of the salesgirls

inquired. Multiple girls nodded. "That would make you the girl in the
shower," she directed to Barbie Lynn.

"Sure thing," Barbie Lynn boasted.

"You've got, stamina," the other girl blushed,

"both of you."

"That's where I've seen all of you before," the

first girl said as she put it all together. "Except you," she pointed
at Vivian. "Honestly, I was suspicious it was a porn hoax. I mean, what
kind of guy scores that many hot babes?"

"Umm," Rio patted Mercy's bottom, "we're hot

babes."

"Are you two really, actually, the second girl

stammered to Rio. "You do those things?"

"Do you mean is she my bitch toy? Then yes, she

is," Rio answered smugly. "Mercy, lift your top." Mercy paled,
gulped, but did as requested. Rio put her arms around Mercy's midsection and
pulled her close, latching onto a nipple as they came together.

"No!" Vivian shouted. "There will be no

public displays of pornography." Rio made a lip-smacking noise as her lips
released Mercy's breast. Mercy kept her shirt raised as Rio looked back to the
salesgirl.

"Satisfied?" Rio gloated. The girl nodded in

stunned amazement and Vivian coughed as a reminder. "Mercy, you can lower
your shirt now," Rio added without even looking at Mercy.

"Wow, this is so weird." The first girl shook her

head, then that light came on and she looked at me with amazement and
amusement. "You are trying for your 'No Sex' weekend? Well, if we can't
get you laid before this weekend, we aren't selling you the right clothes."

"I'm counting on it," Paige smirked. Her choice

was a slick black bustier and leather pants that laced up on the side. In fact,
they were more lacing on the sides and less leather. I'm not saying she looked
bad; I merely vowed to get a few pictures of her in the outfit for my spank
bank collection, not that I have any realistic hope of spanking the monkey
anytime soon.

Whoa, are women I don't even know now ganging up on me? What

the hell?

Adelaide and Ginger, our two salesgirls, went all out to get

the ladies the skimpiest outfits allowed by law. I didn't mention the occasion
because that would make me feel bad about not inviting them.

"So, what are you getting all dressed up, or down

for?" Ginger asked innocently enough.

"Oh, there is a college-student-only bloc party

tonight. Zane got an invite and he's sneaking us in with him," Iona
responded with the naivet of a girl who had nil knowledge of social networking
or class distinction.

"Oh," Ginger muttered, and cast a sideways glance

to Adelaide before looking at me. "Well, Addie's husband doesn't like
doing that kind of stuff," she said lamely, "and Finn, my boyfriend,
has to work late anyway." She was giving me an out and I wanted to take
it. Somehow this seemed to be one too many times sticking out my neck
foolishly. I'd already bent my invitation by inviting my FFU crowd.

I then told myself that I'd double back and invite them, on

the sly. I recalled the little discussion Valarie had with Willa only a few
hours ago. Yes, I could act like your standard college cock and tell the
townies it was okay to come in the back door. If I did that, I could only pray
Rio punched me in the face. I'd say 'kick me in the nuts' but I clearly didn't
have any.

"Ginger and Adelaide, we are gathering by the water

tower around 9:45 before we head to the spot," I told her. "You and
your guys join us there and we'll go in as a group. It is the warehouse on
Hammond Street and the word is 'Comet', in case you show up later."

"Oh, I'm not sure we can make it," Adelaide

responded. What she was also saying was 'are you sure you know what you are
doing?'

"There is one condition," I added. Now the two

salesgirls were suspicious. "You have to dress like the rest of them
do," I motioned to my girls. "You sold these ladies these clothes so
it is only fair you dress similarly." Now the two exhaled, then smiled and
groaned playfully. They could hardly say no after the money they'd taken from
me, my credit card, actually. If I carried that much cash and a cop searched
me, I'd mistake me for a drug dealer too.

"We'll see what we can do," Ginger evaded.

"Oh, that won't be a problem," Opal chimed in.

"Go around the store and pick out what you want; Zane will pay for
it."

"For the love of God, would you stop spending my money?

You are as bad as Rio," I griped.

"Who is trying to be worse to you than I am?" Rio

sounded both offended and up to the challenge of making me even more miserable
than I was.

"Oh, come on, Zane," Brandi complained. "You

are a gazillionaire."

"You've been listening to Rio," I shot back and glared

Rio's way.

"It was Mercy who told me that," Brandi corrected

me. I shifted my gaze to Mercy, as did Rio.

"We'll talk when we get outside," Rio cautioned

Mercy, who seemed decidedly uneasy.

I had to hand it to Ginger and Adelaide; for ten minutes

they showed constraint, and then they went bonkers.

I really don't think a woman can wear a pink gossamer scarf

wrapped around her chest and call it clothing but Ginger was giving it a shot.
Ginger had a small chest - 32A, but her nipples were works of art. I couldn't
keep quiet about them.

"Ginger, if your boyfriend lets you walk around in your

domicile with a top on, he's committing crimes against the male and female,
worship of the female form," I blathered.

Ginger blinked, and then blushed before grinning at me

wickedly.

"Yes?" she prodded me. I took that as an

invitation to walk up, bend at the waist until I was at eye level with her
chest. Her nipples swelled under my scrutiny.

"Zane, if you lick or bite them, I will stomp on your

foot and break some toes," Vivian warned me.

I was, in my estimation, good. I leaned forward a few more

inches until I could blow forcefully upon each nipple. Ginger rolled forward on
the tip of her toes, thrusting her chest forward, but I retreated just in time.
She fell back and I pursued with long, continuous breaths this time. Her
nipples didn't come out and say 'Hi', they launched rescue flares and lit
bonfires on the beaches of my desire.

Ginger was moaning and whimpering as she kept trying to

force physical contact while I kept frustrating her. Her thighs were working
back and forth as her cunt began burning her up.

"Ginger," Adelaide worried, "what about

Finn?"

"I know," pleaded Ginger, "but you've seen

the cock on this guy and he's driving me crazy-horny, and he hasn't even
touched me yet."

"Friends," Adelaide insistently reminded Ginger.

"All his friends are here and watching."

"I'll be her friend," Brandi volunteered, though

Opal hooked her waist before she could show everyone how much of a friend she
wanted to be.

"Oh, we don't mind," Rio remarked. "Most

nights with Zane are a learning experience for all of us."

"I mind," grumbled Paige.

"Paige, honey, he always comes home to us," Barbie

Lynn reassured Paige.

"Besides, we know where he's sleeping tonight and who

will be with him," Iona added.

"Fine, okay," Paige decided. "Zane," she

beckoned me with a 'come hither' finger curl.

"Sorry, Paige," I quickly responded between puffs

of air on Ginger's nipples, "I'm busy."

"Zane," Paige warned me.

"Paige, not now," I grumped.

"Zane!" Paige became more insistent. I didn't

respond so what she said next was inevitable. "Zane, bouncy, bouncy."
My groan was fueled by stymied lust; I stood up and walked over to Paige.

Once I was in front of her, I used both hands to brush

Paige's hair off her shoulder blades. I brought my hands together at the back
of her head, wrapping my left hand in her ponytail while dropping my right down
her side before snaking it to the small of her back. I pulled the hair back
gently, tilting her head up as I pressed my hand on the small of her back until
we were rubbing against one another.

I leaned in for a slow, intensive kiss which Paige

intercepted by standing on her toes. Our kiss was a see-saw affair that saw our
tongues roll together and our lips shifting from lingering touch to gentle
caress that lasted over a minute.

"What are they doing? Or more like it, what is she

doing to him to make him do that?" Adelaide quizzed the ladies.

"Oh, that's a game they play," Rio explained.

"He pretends she's a witch who has put a spell on him and she pretends
she's going to be the first Mrs. Zane Braxton."

"Say those words and Zane will perform any sexual act

on you that you desire," Barbie Lynn teased.

"No, it doesn't work like that," Iona got out

right before Ginger interrupted.

"Zane, bouncy, bouncy," Ginger demanded. That

earned a round of chuckles.

"Sorry, I tried that too," Brandi admitted.

"Apparently each girl has to find her own command phrase."

"Are you okay now?" I whispered to Paige. I really

had to deal with these girls going wacky around me; we had things to do before
the party started.

"You are worth every gold doubloon I've spent on

you," she smiled back.

"Um, I'm the one spending money on you," I

corrected her. Paige turned half-way around, bumped me with her hip, and
wiggled her ass.

"As I said, you are worth every coin," she winked.

Hardy-har-har.

"Okay, friends and acquaintances, let's finish with our

purchases," I commanded. "We've still got some ground to cover before
tonight."

"What else do we have to do?" groaned Vivian.

"I'm getting Mercy tattooed," Rio grinned with a

dire mirth. "I want a design right above the ass, both subtle and
understated; I don't know if I'm going with '1-800-HoT-SLuT' or 'Nothing Under
6 inches Allowed."

"No, you are not!" growled Vivian. "No way,

no how. Zane?"

"Vivian, Rio is yanking your chain," I calmed my

guardian. "You have to understand that Rio wouldn't put anything on Mercy
that she wouldn't wear herself. She definitely wouldn't put something on Mercy
that Mercy couldn't live with; trust me on that."

"That's right, Viv," Rio chortled. "I can't

tell you how many times I've regretted having 'Eat at the Clam Shack' tattooed
right below the beltway."

"You don't have a tattoo there!" Vivian countered.

"Someone's been peeking," Rio skewered Vivian with

a shark-like grin. Iona shook her head and walked up to Vivian, presenting her
phone.

"Here is the design they've chosen," Iona

explained. It was an intricate weaving of lines and shadows I'd been shown once
before.

"See, in this end is Songs of Solomon 2:16 and on the

other end is a Chi Rho woven into the greater design. It clearly has Christian
imagery," Iona explained.

"It's" Vivian sounded surprised, "actually

rather, nice looking."

"What's Songs of Solomon 2:16?" Ginger inquired.

"'My lover is mine and I am', it should say 'his' but I

think in this case it is 'hers'," I answered.

"That's sweet," Adelaide said.

"You can bet it was Mercy's choice, then," Opal

smirked.

"No, it was Rio's idea," Mercy grumbled angrily at

Opal. Rio wasn't making eye contact with anyone.

"I wanted to go with Song of Solomon 8:6, 'Place me

like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as
death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a
mighty flame,' but I like her choice much more."

"That's Rio, keeping it simple and uncomplicated,"

I grinned.

"Bro, are you saying I'm stupid?" Rio teased.

"Well, yes, but you make it an asset," I teased

right back.

"That's right; someone's ass is about to be set,"

Rio snorted.

Mercy placed a hand on Rio's shoulder. Rio looked over her

shoulder at her lover. "Hey, what's with the hand?"

Mercy withdrew it. "If you were trying to annoy me, it

worked. I cannot begin to describe how annoyed I am right now." There was
no heat to Rio's words and no hiding Mercy's smile. I had to smile too. I
walked back to an impatient Ginger but I had to dissuade her from further
frolicking. We weren't going to get Mercy's tattoo done in a day but she'd be
happier if the process was well on its way.

The Party

Adelaide's husband turned out to be a short, skinny black

guy named Hank. He worked at a bicycle shop in town and had a certain awkward
humor to him. Finn was as friendly and out-going as Ginger, about my height but
a bit thinner. I really would have liked the guy if he hadn't started heavily
hitting on Barbie Lynn the moment we left the water tower and headed for the
warehouse.

I was scoping out Adelaide's and Hank's reactions to Finn's

would be move; Ginger was wide-eyed and aghast. Since Ginger had done some
flirting with me, I was willing to give the guy some leeway. Rio wasn't; she
looked over her shoulder, saw what was going on, and with her arm around
Mercy's waist, turned back to him.

"Hey, Finn," Rio grinned. "What do you think

of a little four-way action?"

"Cool," Finn nodded, "but we might want to

include Ginger."

"Might? Oh, I was planning on including her," Rio

beamed. "Come on, Barbie Lynn." Rio untangled Barbie from Finn, then
the three moved to surround Ginger. Finn followed, grinning like a man
possessed.

"No, you don't," Rio put a hand up to stop him.

"Four-way means four." She adopted the aspects of a vicious shark,
"and that would be Ginger, Barbie Lynn, Mercy and me, and not you."

"Oh, come on," Finn joked.

"Next time, respect your girlfriend", Rio bit back

a biting insult, "Finn."

"What's your problem?" he gazed at Rio. "I'm

only fooling around a bit."

"If she wants, Ginger can 'only fool around' with us

for a bit, then, because what is fair is fair; right?" Rio teased.

"Whatever," Finn shrugged. "Come on,

Ginger," he motioned her toward him. Rio wrapped her arm around Ginger
from one side and Barbie Lynn reached around for her hip on the other.

Ginger spent several seconds thinking it over.

"I'm good, Finn. It is a party so relax," Ginger

smirked as she put one arm around Barbie and Rio each. "We are here for a
good time and I think I'm on the right track."

"Fuck," Finn cursed. He turned and looked

speculatively at Brandi.

"Can you do twenty-five push-ups with your cock

alone?" Brandi questioned salaciously. "Can you map out ten of my
erogenous zones with your fingers? How about this: Can you lick your eyebrows
with your tongue, or maybe tell the difference between a girl wanting a cuddle,
ice cream, or a hard screw?"

"Huh?" Finn gaped. Okay, I was right there with

him because Brandi's sexual experience consisted of blowjobs, cunnilingus, and
heavy petting, so where did this Playboy quiz come from? I also quickly checked
to see if I can actually lick my eyebrows, I can't. I figured it was about time
for me to step up. In theory, Ginger and Finn might still have a future.

"Yo, it's okay," I told Finn as I put an arm

around his shoulder. "They are busting my balls all the time. Worst case
scenario is the one hundred and fifty college girls who are going to be pretty
wild in an hour or so." I now had to decide if Finn was pissed with me or
not.

"I'd be an idiot to ignore the guy who has been with

more girls in one month than I've been with my entire life," Finn
chuckled. "Let's go."

Finn was a well-meaning idiot. I could live with that, and I

imagined that Ginger would forgive him too. I'm not sure what he thought when
Iona snuggled into my side but he was clearly amused when Paige opted for an
unexpected piggy-back ride from me. I was lucky I didn't take a header into the
sidewalk.

"Giddy-up," Paige urged me on once it was clear I

wasn't going to crash.

"Hey, you are that hot Siberian number," Finn

chuckled. I'm beginning to think that some mega-computer virus has wiped out
all other porn on the internet so that mine is the only one left. That's
ridiculous; if you wiped out all of the porn on the internet, it would implode.

"I am a multi-cultural creature of untapped

sensuality," Paige replied. "I prefer not to be tied down to one
geographic region, no matter how vast."

"She likes to get tied down, alright," Opal called

out.

"Ha-ha," Paige responded dryly. "Zane and I

have a mature relationship based on the mutual exchange of information and
imagination."

"Addy, these people are, bizarre," Hank told

Adelaide.

"Usually they think we are nuking futs," Rio

laughed over her shoulder at them. As she looked forward, she caught sight of
someone crossing the street. "Hey, Valarie."

"Hey, gang," Valarie panted as she joined the

troop we had assembled.

"I'm glad you could make it, Valarie." I gave her

a quick hug. "This guy is Finn and the lady by Rio is his girlfriend
Ginger. The couple keeping a wary distance from us is Hank and Adelaide; they
are married. Ginger and Adelaide work at the store we bought our party-wear
at."

"Okay, so Vivian, what are you doing here?"

Valarie asked Vivian.

"I've never been to a party, and I honestly can't

evaluate the depravity unless I've witnessed it," Vivian said
thoughtfully.

"Depravity?" Hank questioned.

"They are all from a Christian school, Hank,"

Adelaide reminded him. Hank nodded.

The conversation abruptly ended as we approached one of the few

warehouse doors that wasn't bricked up. I knocked and a character opened it up
halfway. I call him a character because he was wearing a red toboggan, black
shades (it was nearly ten at night), a faded army jacket and camouflage pants,
and black boots. He was also, like, five-four and maybe 140 lbs., hardly what I
would have envisioned as a bouncer.

"Comet," I told him. He nodded but looked over my

crowd. "We are with Freedom Fellowship," I explained.

"Yeah, man," the doorman grinned, "I know

ya." The guy was totally wasted, and by that I mean I could have told him
I was the Pink Fairy Princess and he'd still have let me in.

Once inside we saw we were in a hallway with a series of

opaque plastic-strip baffles that had been put up to dampen the noise. Rio led
the charge with her 'women' linking hands and rushing ahead. Finn, Brandi and
Opal charged after them, leaving Valarie, Vivian, Paige, Iona, Adelaide, Hank
and I picking up the rear.

"Party much?" I asked Hank.

"Zane, this is the first party I've been to since my

senior prom, five years ago. You?" he replied.

"Never one like this," I answered. "Believe

it or not, I've been a missionary for the past few years."

"I know; it is on your site," Hank informed me.

"Seriously?" I grumbled. "What in the hell is

the fascination with the damn thing?"

"That chick Finn was hitting on, dude, you've seen her

naked. Do you really have to ask?" Hank grinned. Now that he mentioned it,
I realized we weren't the normal flavor of porn stars.

"What about the rest of us?" Paige inquired.

"Sorry," Hank squeezed Adelaide to him, "but

I like my women with some meat on their bones." Adelaide, while not
Barbie-built, was definitely rubenesque. "Zane, thanks by the way."

"Meh, just remember, if they catch you, tell them

nothing and think of England," I joked.

"What?" Valarie smirked. "No rescue

mission?"

"Sorry, folks, but it is us cowards and fuzzy animals

first," I informed them gravely. "The rest of you must fend for
yourselves."

"My hero," Vivian groaned as she rolled her eyes.

With that, we entered the main warehouse floor and were blasted by the sound
and the lights.

Hank and Adelaide peeled off first, giving one final salute.

Iona grabbed Paige and dragged her off right after that, followed by Valarie
giving me a slap on the back and picking yet another direction. There was no
sign of the first wave that had gone in but they could have been twenty feet
away and I couldn't have detected them. I led Vivian over to a side wall
rapidly.

"What happens if I roll up your top and lick your

nipples?" I nearly yelled in her ear due to the overwhelming noise.

"I kill you in your sleep," she shouted back a

moment later, "painfully."

"What about if I roll up my shirt and you lick my

nipples?" I countered.

"Does anyone else notice?" Vivian asked.

"No," I allowed.

"Then I kill you in your sleep, painfully," she

laughed.

"Now that we have that out of the way, why don't you go

out and have some fun?" I suggested.

"Fine, but if I call you, I expect you to meet me at

the water tower in ten minutes, got it, Mister?" Vivian insisted. I gave
her a nod and we parted ways.

I moved my way through the crowd, rubbing against bodies,

kissing and being kissed. I was also offered a brownie, three drinks, two glow
sticks, and an offer to decorate my face in fluorescent paint.

I was settling into the reality that this was primal,

passionate fun. I wasn't sexing anyone up and no one was being overtly sexual
with me. I reveled in the moment, right until a girl came up offering condoms.
It was an understandable gesture with so many inhibitions breaking down around
us.

"Here, have a condom," the girl said with bubbly

enthusiasm. I took it and thanked her. I wasn't planning to have sex but you
never know.

The girl stayed close by and handed out the rest of the box she

carried. I had half-turned to dance with a fascinating Hispanic girl who had
decided that a bikini bottom and spirals of yellow and blue florescent paint
was cover enough. She kept playfully swatting me with the long braid of her
black hair. She was sharing the love with a few other partiers around us so it
was all good.

Condom girl put a hand on my shoulder and gently turned me

to face her.

"Want to use that condom now?" she grinned. I had

to think quickly.

"I have a three-inch cock and I find it highly

embarrassing," I leaned in and confessed to her. Hey, my 'scare them with
anal sex' thing had worked so abysmally for me last time that I was changing
things up. I wasn't sure exactly how this new strategy could go wrong.

The girl kept smiling at me (I was now pretty sure she was

on something), pulled me close by a belt loop, and shoved a hand down my jeans.
Of course, an on-sight inspection, how could I have been so stupid so as to not
foresee this as the logical progression of events?

"Oh, God," she moaned, "It's bigger than my

wrist and a foot long." I repeat, this girl had taken some pretty serious
illicit drugs.

Thankfully, the music was thundering and she was tightly

bound to me.

"Really? Can I see it?" not one but two girls

immediately asked, because nothing carries like a sound you don't want heard.

"Wait, it's actually a cucumber in a sock," I

evaded both physically and verbally. I had seen that in a movie somewhere but I
don't recall which one.

"Can I give it a taste test?" condom-girl asked.

"You look familiar," a second girl said.

"You have a nice ass," the third noted. I went

through some options, I'm gay, claustrophobic, a leper, recovering from
surgery, Dean Wormer's virginal son, then I had the answer.

"Keep it quiet," I hissed to the girls, "but

I'm an undercover cop looking to make a few narcotic busts."

"If I blow you will you let me off," Condom girl

giggled.

"I swear I've seen you before," the second girl

mused. "Are you famous?" she added in an accusatory tone.

"Nope, but I do have one of those, I got out before I

was tackled.

"Zane! You came!" Erin, the girl who invited me,

called out as she pushed through the crowed and grappled me.

"Hello, Erin; I told you I'd come and I came," I

said as I hugged her, which wasn't made easier by condom-girl still having her
hand in my pants, around my cock. "What do you, "

"You are that guy!" the first girl exclaimed over

the noise. C-girl gave my cock a sympathetic tug. "I knew I'd seen you
before."

"I'm not that guy," I insisted. "He's an

urban legend."

"Oh, come on, Zane," Erin teased, "We all saw

you hammer that blonde yesterday. I know I'll never feel the same way about a
shower again."

Cordelia is going to die. I could have taken personal

responsibility for my actions, but I was feeling particularly peevish and
irritable right then.

"If you know who I am," I pleaded, "you know

I've pledged not to have sex this weekend. Help me out here." The now four
girls looked at one another and I suddenly had hope.

"He's only got one condom," condom-girl noted.

"We need to get some more." They started corralling me to a darkened
recess off the main floor to what was most likely a hallway and my doom. I
didn't want a reputation for beating up girls (I'd done that far too much this
month) and they weren't making evasion all that possible.

I was searching for a third solution when a new hand landed

on my shoulder from behind. It came with a familiar voice.

"Girls, Zane is with me tonight," this new voice

said with definite authority. It was Tawny Flores, Kappa Sigma sorority
president.

"No, he came here to see me and my BFF Gerry,"

Erin countered.

"Listen and listen carefully," Tawny said with

deadly assurance, "I know he came here to see two girls he met at a movie
theater. I also know he isn't having sex this weekend and you four won't take
his polite refusal for what it is. Furthermore, I know that if you get him down
to one of those rooms down the hall, he is going to fuck each and every one of
you until your eyes roll back in your head, your lungs are on fire, you can't
feel your thighs, and your screams of ecstasy drown out the music because he is
that damn good," she continued. How making the other girls salivate helped
my cause, I was sort of uncertain about.

"Now, I'm telling you that it ain't going to happen because,

while the rest of you want to treat Zane like a high-priced Las Vegas escort,
I'm his friend and I'm going to make him keep his pledge whether he wants to or
not because, I repeat, I am his friend." Tawny finished by pulling me to
her. "This discussion is over."

"Erin, I'll call you Monday," I shouted over my

shoulder as Tawny led me away by the hand. "Thanks, Tawny," I
directed to my savior, "What brought all this on?"

"Two reasons: Christina asked me to keep an eye on you.

It seems she thought some of your other 'friends' at FFU might make a run at
you tonight since she's playing an away-game," Tawny related.

"I also did it because I do like you and consider you a

friend. You've always been there for me and my sisters and I have no doubt you
will continue to do so. You would be helping us even if we weren't regularly
ripping your clothes off and making you our bitch," Tawny grinned.

"The amount of respect I generate in this world is

remarkable," I shook my head, "remarkably poor."

"You protest too much, Zane," Tawny emphasized

with an elbow. "You are a special young man and generate a great deal of
affection from those who know of you. It is a great gift we give you and the
price you pay comes in the form of your imagination, sweat, and apparently your
semen," she finished with a sneer.

"Normal heroes pay in blood," I muttered.

"You are not normal and not necessarily the hero, Zane,

though you definitely appear to be a protagonist," Tawny explained.
"I'm sorry about the sisters last night. For some reason, I can't seem to
put you and Leigh in the same building without her going wacky."

"Paige didn't help matters much," I confessed. We

finally made our way back outside by this time, giving us some fresh air to
recharge our senses.

"Yeah, what's the story with her?" Tawny asked.

"Christina makes her out to be some sort of sicko fan-girl."

"Have you ever had a lover so intense that they try to

get inside your head, figure out what you are up to, and plan out the next best
move?" I responded.

"No, I haven't, you lucky bastard," Tawny sighed.

"Is she really that good?"

"She will be by the end of the year," I informed

Tawny. "Her only failing is her lack of experience and her unfamiliarity
with sexual sensations."

"So she's your project, then," Tawny taunted me.

"You know me better than that," I faux-scolded

her. "Paige presents herself on her own merits. She's hella-smart and her
body ignites during foreplay. She's open-minded about everything; she's even
going to give up her ass to me, though she won't accept it at the moment."

To be continued in part 21, By FinalStand for Literotica.

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