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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 21

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Beyond Bed  Breakfast

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  Defiance

is not common because to rebel is to become
friendless           

"What is it with you and butt-sex? Not that I mind, but

you seem obsessed with it," Tawny asked.

"I don't care one way or another, actually. I'm in a

Christian school so vaginal virginity is a normal expectation, so it is oral
and anal sex for me," I explained. "With Paige, my desire is based on
her blanket rejection of the idea before we'd had sex at all. If I let her hold
herself back because of an irrational fear, I would be doing her a disservice.
I owe it to every lover to give it my all."

"I hate Christina," Tawny muttered.

"Why?" I inquired as we walked down the street.

"We agreed that if either one of us were to sleep with

you, we would warn the other one first," she regaled me with this bit of
unexpected news.

"I suppose that I could complain about you ladies

making deals concerning my time and body without consulting me, or maybe how,
having told me this, I won't sleep with either one of you, or perhaps I'll
simply announce how I'm going to another school in another state next semester
but I'm done with the bluster and pissy-ness for a while," I sighed.

"Instead, I'm going to exact a promise from you

two," I stated. Tawny and I stopped walking and stared into each other's
eyes. "The loser has to get the winner's name tattooed on their ass.
That's my condition."

"That's nuts," Tawny chuckled. "I'm not going

to have another girl's name tattooed on my ass."

"Then drop out of your little agreement if you think

I'm not worth it or that you will lose," I suggested. Tawny didn't reply,
instead walking down the street once more.

"We could have sex right now if you want," I said

once we were side-by-side again.

"You would break your pledge for me?" Tawny asked.

"If you want to see Christina's ass with your name

tattooed on it," I answered.

"She'd never forgive either of us," Tawny noted.

"Absolutely. She'd get the tat but she'd be very

disappointed in us both," I agreed.

"Is this how you repay me for saving you inside the

warehouse?" Tawny questioned.

"I'm not treating you like a sorority president or a

graduating senior; I'm treating you like a desirable woman, a potential lover,
and someone forced to think on an entirely personal, selfish level for
once," I said. "I respect you enough to give you a moral
challenge." Tawny stopped and pulled out her phone and dialed up a number
but hesitated before sending it.

"Hello, Christina; Tawny here," she started.

"I have Zane with me outside the party and am seriously thinking about
requesting him to have sex with me." I missed what Christina said.
"Yes, I made him aware of the bet and he agreed anyway, but added that you
would tattoo my name on your ass if we did it tonight. Is that
acceptable?"

Again, I missed Christina's comment.

"Oh, he is very aware that you would be disappointed in

him, and he did a good job of leading me on but he has no intention of
following through on his little dare; he loves you too much. I almost fell for
his ruse but then he revealed how much he cared about me and I figured it
out," Tawny grinned at me, leaving me embarrassed. Christina spoke again.

"Yes, I guess that means I might get 'Christina'

tattooed to my ass. It is worth it," Tawny related to Christina. "I
knew you would want to hear about this, he's still pining away for you."
Christina got off a statement and Tawny laughed. "We should get together
for dinner sometime, Christina, just the two of us. Take care now."

"She wants you to know they won the game 3-1,"

Tawny told me as she put away her phone.

"I'm not sure I want to marry you," Tawny mused.

"You are very complicated and you could be a bit more truthful in your
dealings."

"My Uncle Tim sort of beat that honesty out of me but

I'll make an effort on your behalf," I allowed.

"Zane, that woman on the motorcycle is looking at us

intently. Do you know her?" Tawny cautioned me. It was Willa and I didn't
expect to see her tonight.

"Willa?" I called out to the biker chick. She

responded by waving a thin plastic card in my direction. It looked a lot like
my fake ID I'd requested as a joke. "Tawny, hang back," I said in a
serious tone.

"Hey, Zane, I was curious to see your car parked down

the street," Willa said as she dismounted her ride. "I thought you
might be going to the Fallout Shelter and I wanted to talk with you
first."

"I wasn't planning on it," I replied. "Willa,

this is Tawny. She's a senior at UV. Tawny, this is Willa; she's a Warlord
motorcycle club member and she helped save Rio Thursday night."

"Have you come to regret that decision yet?" Tawny

asked Willa. Willa was uncertain for a second, then she smiled.

"Not yet, but I haven't see her again either,"

Willa answered.

"Please remember that Zane loves her dearly,"

Tawny said. "He'd become really upset if she ended up hospitalized or
worse."

"I figured that out when he took on thirty Warlords in

order to rescue her after she made a colossal screw up," Willa informed
Tawny.

She handed me the fake ID, which I examined.

"Hey," I complained, "this says I'm Ruckus

Tanner, a sixty-eight-year-old black man."

"No, it does not," she squawked as she ripped the

card back and examined it.

Since the ID said I was G. Zane Braxton, had my picture, and

told the world I was 21, Willa looked up and glared at me.

"Not funny," she snapped. I imagine she'd leapt

through a few hoops with the Feds to get me this thing this quickly.

"That's Zane being an ass once more," Tawny mocked

me. "He does that to diffuse uncomfortable situations he finds himself in.
The thing is, what is he uncomfortable about? Hi, we haven't been formally
introduced. I'm Tawny Flores, President of the UV Kappa Sigma sorority."

"Hmm, what was sex with him like?" Willa asked.

"We've never had sex, she's just a friend, nothing to

discuss," I interrupted.

"No, I have not had sex with Zane, but I have been in

bed with him totally naked. It is kind of a delicious memory I use from time to
time," Tawny moaned sensually. "The thing is, what is your favorite
Zane memory, and why didn't he tell you who I was?"

"Zane, do you have a favorite memory of me?" Willa

questioned me.

"Your heels digging into my ass as you wrapped your

legs around me and the tips of our tongues touched," I declared instantly.
Willa blinked, somewhat startled at my accurate recall.

"Do you have one of me?" Tawny inquired as she

came up and put a hand on my shoulder as she positioned herself to my right
side and slightly back.

"Yes. It involves something about getting over 'that

heartache'," I responded. Tawny squeezed my shoulder with some empathy for
the memory. Willa looked to us for the context.

"Him, me and his girlfriend, his real girlfriend, on

another sister's bed; we were clothed and he was completely naked and totally
aroused," Tawny smiled happily with the memory.

"Zane, why didn't you jump her bones?" Willa

looked me over.

"I knew I was outmatched after that first kiss," I

embellished the truth.

"To be fair to Zane, he didn't have any clothes to put

on and we weren't the two girls he'd been having sex with," Tawny
snickered. "His confidence may have been shaken."

"I find that hard to believe," Willa joked. I

huffed and started down the street once more. Willa and Tawny fell in behind me
in hushed conversation that I did my best to ignore. I walked down one more
block, then turned to the left and entered a more occupied area. I also noted
the sign for the Fallout Shelter.

The Fallout Shelter

I looked over my shoulder and caught Willa studying me.

"Willa, do you know this place?" I asked. I

figured she was actually hanging around to see if I was going to meet with
Belle tonight and I was giving her some choices to make.

"It's a nice place," Willa shrugged. "More of

a college crowd hangout, though."

"Tawny?" I inquired.

"I've been inside a few times but they are more of an

alternative rock crowd. But since we are here, we might as well take a
look," Tawny reasoned. I was sure Willa wasn't happy with that answer but
she followed us in anyway.

As per custom, I was carded at the door by this

solid-looking blonde guy named Bill running off toward premature baldness who
could have used a few less beers and a few more days at the gym. By the look of
his knuckles and face, he was familiar with fighting if not avoiding blows. He
gave my new ID a cursory glance, almost handed it back, then froze. His eyes
went from bored to furious in a second.

Willa pushed me forward into the club before Bill could

react We had to immediately race down a set of stairs because the Fallout
Shelter had cut out the first floor so that the main floor was the old
basement. Around the place was a series of catwalks that let you traverse the
place above the chaos.

Once on the main floor we migrated toward the bar. A band

with a lot of volume and some sort of political message rendered largely
unintelligible by the lead singer/bassist slurring or screaming his words was
in the midst of their set so we got there quickly. Belle finished serving up
beers to two girls who had this wiccan/goth thing going on, including
dreadlocks.

Belle's eyes took in the three of us, then settled back on

me with a wicked gleam.

"So, how did you get past Bill, who's the serious

bitch, and I'm afraid I have to card you," Belle grinned. I handed her my
new card. She looked it over, her grin becoming a smile. "This is a good
one," she nodded, and handed it back.

"Bill recognized me but Willa shoved us past him before

he could punch me," I informed Belle.

"He'll be down here soon enough. Lee, the head bouncer,

knows about his temper and won't let him come down for a few minutes. Let me
get you some drinks. Grab a table and I'll be right over," Belle told us.

A small group of UV kids broke away from a table. One guy

got sick, his buddy took him toward the bathrooms, and the boy/girl couple took
their absence as an excuse to slip off. We grabbed their seats and took in an
awkward moment. It was broken by the arrival of Belle and some beers. She put
one down in front of Tawny and then Belle, then put two down in front of me.

As I was figuring that out, Belle straddled me and sat so we

faced one another. She had a seductive twist to her lips, part impish, part
desire. She leaned in and started kissing me deeply without preamble and
pushing her hips into mine. I had dire duo distraction of Belle having shed her
bra behind the bar and her being in a crop-top red Harley-Davidson t-shirt.

Belle kept pushing into me so I rested my hands on her hips

and tried to push her back gently. Belle was having none of that. My seat began
tilting back and I opted for a more aggressive strategy. I let my hands migrate
up her waist and around to her back until I hooked both her shoulders. This had
the added benefit of pulling the front of the shirt tight against her breasts.

"Does this happen to him much?" Willa asked Tawny.

"You've obviously never seen the footage of my sorority

tying him to a cross out in the woods," Tawny responded. "So, yes,
this happens to him more than any person I've ever known."

"Does it bother you that we are both here on a Saturday

night watching him make out with somebody else?" Belle inquired next.

"I don't know about you but Zane needs me," Tawny

mused. "He has a severe lack of guy friends so some of us ladies have to
step up and be his wingman, woman."

"Do you think he has a problem with male-bonding?"

Willa questioned.

Had I not had a mouthful of Belle's tongue pinning my own

tongue down, I would have told them I had plenty of guy friends in Thailand and
in my old private school.

As this was going on my chair kept edging farther and

farther over until it started to topple. Belle lashed out with her feet,
catching the bottom of the table with her heels while her body pressed down on
me. I slid my hand down her back to her jeans. I tried to wiggle a hand inside
but her jeans were far too tight, a fact she gloated over.

"Sorry," Belle teased me, "but you're not

getting in." Me, I've always loved a challenge. I moved my hands around,
popped her top button, and unzipped her pants slowly. I imagine three of us
were waiting for Belle to drop the hammer on me but she didn't. When she didn't
I slipped my left hand inside the front of her panties and snaked my right
around to her ass-cheek.

Belle was still doing her level best to overwhelm my breath

control and take away my last breath. She might have forced me to break contact
first if she had been able to stifle her own moan as my hands stroked her pubic
hair and cupped her ass. Even as we went back to the face-dancing, I noticed
more than a few covetous gazes being shot our way. Belle really was some kind
of college-boy tease.

I could now push my hands closer together by reaching

underneath her. I rubbed against her clit with my middle and ring fingers,
doubling back for the sensation before dipping into her thick, creamy, and
steaming-hot cunt. My right trekked down and stretched the sanctity of her
anus. Belle bucked up against me several times in rapid succession.

"Should we get some ice to throw on them?" Tawny

muttered.

"Maybe we should get them a private room." Willa

countered. For a counterpoint to the shit my other two women were giving me, I
wedged a third finger into her cunt and began stroking her sweet spot.

"Oh, hell no," Belle gasped. She stopped kissing

me and dove into my ear which she worried with savagely applied teeth. I
growled through the pain and increased my rhythm and depth of my attentions.
Her anus gave way and I was fucking her from both sides simultaneously, causing
her gyrations to become much more intense and erratic.

Belle let go of my ear and rested her chin on my shoulder in

one last ditch effort to stave off her climax. I turned on the pressure and the
dam broke. I lashed up with my feet to connect with the table to stop us from
falling over as Belle's body thrashed against mine and she screamed into my
shoulder, the biting down with the teeth I could have done without.

I was relentless and merciless to Belle now. I pinched and

twisted her clit hard between my thumb and forefinger; at the same time I
slipped the first digit of a second finger into her rectum. Belle hiccupped,
gave a jolt, and began screaming and thrashing again. At the same time she
started sobbing between screams, muffled somewhat by her fist, which she was
chewing on.

With the second orgasm over, I relented and let her nestle

against my chest, breathing heavily.

"I so need to get laid," Willa muttered.

"Amen to that. And to think he's next door to me every

weekend with easy access to his second story window," Tawny agreed. I
began righting Belle when she pressed her hands against me and sat up.

"Keep your hands were they are," she murmured

playfully. "Best damn orgasm I've had in years," she directed to our
table companions, "and then he stacked another righteous one on top of
that. I hate to say it but Tara (her twin sister, the Sheriff's Deputy) was
right about this guy; I want one of my own."

"Don't you already have a boyfriend?" I mentioned.

"Bill. Eh, he's got the equipment but he's a quick

shooter. If I'm lucky, I get thirty seconds (ouch!) and then its 'get me
another beer' or he rolls over and goes to sleep," Belle enlightened us.

"How is his foreplay?" Tawny inquired.

"He laps like a dog," Belle shrugged, "and

his fingers are strictly in and out like a piston. Who are you again?" She
addressed Tawny. Tawny finished her little spiel right when a shadow fell upon
my life. Bill had arrived.

"What the fuck?" Bill growled as he took in me,

Belle, and what I was doing to her, mainly pumping her fore and aft at a slow,
gentle pace. "I'm going to pound you," he directed at me.

"Oh, shut up, Bill," Belle sneered. "If I'm

going to steal one of Tara's men, I'm going to make it the new one. Besides,
he's done more for me in ten minutes than you've done for me all year, and
since he's not trying to bore me to death with all that sports talk, I guess
this is time to say we are done. Bye-bye."

"You sow," Bill redirected his anger and balled up

his fists. Of course, insulting a woman makes me do stupid things. I started to
withdraw my hands and stand when Belle put a finger to my lips.

"Hush now, Zane," she smiled. "I got

this." She looked over her shoulder at Willa.

"Is that fucking chivalry or what?" she laughed at

my attempted action. Turning back to Bill, "If I have to dismount this
man, I'm going to stomp your ass, and you know I can. You hit me once and I put
you in the hospital, or do I need to remind you?" she said evenly.

"I got you this fucking job. I got you the fucking

place you live in, Bitch," Bill snarled.

"You can keep the god-damn job and I'll be out by the

end of the month," Belle shot back. Bill clenched and unclenched his fists
tightly before turning and storming off.

"Okay, what was that all about?" I wondered.

"Meh, this shit was getting old," Belle told me.

"I'll crash with Willa until I figure out what I want to do next."

Willa's look was not one of ecstatic expectation, I was

positive that none of this had been planned out before we walked through the
door.

"Belle, I hope I haven't sent you the wrong message,"

I started. "I am in school and it is a girl's school at that. I only
stopped in to say hi." Belle returned to her rocking motion on my lap.

"Don't sweat it, college-boy," Belle grinned,

"Scratch that, girl's college-boy; I do what I want, go where I want, and
take what I want. So, now that you've got me off, what can I do for you?"

"You, me, and Tara in a three-way," was my gut

response. Belle stopped moving and Willa looked grim. Tawny, like me, was
ignorant of what I'd done wrong.

"Why?" Belle asked, with an undercurrent of menace

that I didn't miss.

"You two are like a volcano and the sea, opposites that

I bet are explosive and sizzling when you meet," I related.

"We are twins, Zane," Belle informed me.

"On the outside, maybe, but inside, sexually, you two

are very different. You are not polar opposites but more like two separate
paintings that use the same canvas and set of paints but go in totally
different directions expressively," I explained.

"So who's better, Tara or me?" was her next

question. Tawny snorted.

"Two totally different women. I mean, with you, I'd

like to fuck you in the coat room of a black tie affair with High Society one
thin wall away," I said. I could see from Belle's expression she wasn't
getting what I was saying, implying that I'd hide her away, be my dirty little
secret. "You in sheer black stockings and matching garter belt and
half-bra, yummy."

"Whoa, I have to admit that sounds lick-able,"

Willa noted. Belle was also reassessing my intentions and smiled.

"With Tara, I'd like to break into a bed warehouse and

test out a few of

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