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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 22

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Belle, Paige, Hope, & Madness

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To understand why Hope was currently so meek (for her) and

attentive, you had to understand that her Father was a stern warrior-patriarch
of a very proud and mostly traditional Korean family. At home, she was the
dutiful eldest daughter in a family with no sons; here at FFU, she was aloof
and deadly, except around Christina and company, where she got to be a
relatively normal American girl in her early twenties.

Hope's only experience with men was with her Father, who was

rumored to have killed any male who looked at her sexually, or expected her to
kill the ones he missed. At FFU there were no guys at all for her to form
relationships with, until I arrived. It wasn't a Daddy-issue thing, Hope didn't
charge off into the great unknown; she became a good student and learned,
patiently and confidently.

I would have time later to marvel at my brilliance; at the

moment, Hope planting small kisses across my abs and chest as my shirt came up
was beyond pulse searing. She didn't know stimulation so much as she understood
how a body worked. She also was coolly efficient in easing my shirt over my
head and off my arms.

She used a strong, steadying maneuver to take each shoe and sock

off before she removed my pants and underwear together. When she finished, she
was left kneeling in front of me, my cock bobbing an inch or two from her lips.
She stared at it. I cupped a hand over each ear and guided her lips to my
blood-engorged head.

I had no intention of ramming it down her throat; her

parting of the lips was enough. It was on her own initiative that she licked
off the pre-cum starting to appear along the slit. Her lips took in the top of
the head and I stopped the pressure on her head. Hope quickly took over,
leaning forward, taking in the whole head, retiring before bobbing back and
letting her lips pass over the head to the start of the shaft.

I let her figure out by using her mouth and wrapping my cock

up with one hand what felt good to me. She was growing in confidence by leap
and bounds but I was still in charge. I touched each shoulder and she looked up
(pretty damn sexy with her cheeks dimpling in as she sucked my cock).

"Stand up and take off your clothes," I

instructed. I held her hand as she stood. Hope's removal of her clothing was no
striptease, although it did have a certain military grace to it, physically
perfect and fearless. Four times I had to stop myself from stepping up and
ravish her as her body's muscles rippled under her smooth, ochre skin and her
breasts swung loose, perfectly round and excited.

"On the bed," I instructed. Hope turned presenting

her taut athletic ass to me, each cheek rolling in tandem with each stride. She
moved to pull back the covers but I stopped her with a word.

"No," I corrected her. "I want you above the

covers." Hope smoothly altered her motion so that she crawled on all fours
onto the bed. She looked over her shoulder at me, deliciously presented, before
rolling onto her back.

I approached her on my hands and knees from the foot of my

sleeping platform and languidly stalked up her body until I stopped and kissed
her at the joining of the thigh to the torso. Hope remained attentive and
quiet, watching me plant kisses on each side of her pubic triangle without
touching it.

As I worked my way up to her diaphragm, Hope raised her left

leg, bent at the knee, foot resting next to her other knee. I gave a quick
smile; Hope was relaxed and enjoying the moment, which is pretty special for a
first-timer. I let my lips nibble along the bottom rib until I took a nip out
of her waist and made her giggle.

Hope shifted away as she brought the back of her hand up to

stifle her snickers. I let her go. I wanted to give her a wide range of
sensations to sample. Had I done this with any of the other women I'd taken to
bed? No, but no two women are alike. The only person Hope compared herself to
was Hope and I gave her that level of respect.

I laid a path of licks and lip suction up her sternum to her

far (left) breast. I circled the areola with my tongue, making sure to rub the
nipple with my upper or lower lip as I made my circuit. Hope made this cute
little coughing noise but otherwise remained still. Her nipple twirled around
my tongue before I engulfed it with my mouth and started a strong steady
suction that I accentuated by pulling my head up with her nipple extended by
the upward maneuver.

This earned me a twitching in her hips. Her raised leg began

to flop back and forth to the side while the right leg pressed against me and
opened up her crotch for exploration. I took the offer and ran my right hand
along her inner thigh above the knee to her plump, moist cunt lips. On the
first trip I pushed a finger in up to the first knuckle.

I drew some of her juices down along her other inner thigh

until I made a circle under her knee. She shivered slightly as I did so. I
zigzagged on the return trip, this time running a finger from the perineum,
dipping in to her cunt and making a quick twirl right beneath the clit. Two
desperate breaths escaped past Hope's clenched teeth.

Hope's orgasm was close, closer than she realized. I moved

my lips from her breast to her ear once more. I also subjected her cunt to the
energies of another finger. I made slow, shallow strokes directed at parting
the labia around her now rather impressive clitoris, twisting it and squeezing
it between my fingers. (Strong fingers are something you work on in
Marksmanship btw.)

When Hope's arms snaked up and wrapped me tightly to her, I

knew she was on the home stretch.

"I am going to take you now," I whispered in her

ear. The thrill and confusion of my intentions tore her apart inside.

She wanted to learn and obey but she also wanted to maintain

her virginity, and the two ideas collided like twin locomotives. Remember, sex
is in the mind and Hope's thoughts were on fire. I bit down on her earlobe at
the same time I grappled with her right tit and gave several quick sharp spanks
to her quim.

"Zane!" she started out with a hiss but boiled

into a thunderous shout. Her thighs clamped onto my fingers and she drove (no,
she didn't claw, she impaled) her fingers into me like nails. The temporary
deafness in my right ear was its own reward. I kissed her, running my tongue
along the top and back of her teeth while her body shook and shivered.

When the last of the tremors subsided I released her and

pushed up with my arms, keeping my elbows half bent.

"Zane, I'm sorry. I've hurt you," Hope sounded

worried that her fingernails had blood on them. The pain was nothing compared
to the humiliation I'd go through in the showers tomorrow. Rio took perverse
glee crowing over every new sexual scar I accumulated.

"Hush now; on your knees facing me," I commanded.

This time Hope gave a barely noticeable blink before

complying. She sat there attentively, her ass resting on her heels and her
palms on her thighs looking smoking hot with damp thighs and perky nipples. I
shifted up the bed, keeping to my side until I was properly positioned. I then
reached for the back of Hope's head and confidently directed her toward my cock
once more.

Hope picked up right where she'd left off; slurping my head

like a lollipop. Hope didn't get overly ambitious. She sucked me in, rolled my
head around her mouth using her tongue with the occasional sojourn an inch or
two down my shaft. Being at loose ends since Hope was drooling all over my rod
so well, I reached out and began fondling her closest breast.

This time I was rough, milking her breast, gripping the base

of the breast and pulling down until I pulled the nipple. No response from Hope
wasn't a bad thing; if she didn't like it she'd let me know. A few more
pleasurable minutes with Hope and I sat up and put my other hand on the small
of her back (I have really good abdominal muscles).

I brushed my hand knife-like and pinkie first down between

her ass cheeks. I brushed her anus but only briefly because my target was her
cunt once more. She was hot, wet, and welcoming. I worked two fingers in and
pumped her as hard as I dared. When I had her rocking her hips in response to
my thrusts, I jumped my fingers down and vibrantly worked over her clit.

Hope choked and little shimmies emanated from her hips.

Again, I switched things up on her; I moved my hand up and rotated my
forefinger against her anus until it gave way. Hope made a slight gagging noise
but recovered masterfully and upped the tempo of her blowjob.

"Come this way," I directed her by pulling her

right buttocks to me.

Hope wiggled from the waist slightly so she could look down

the length of my body into my eyes. I repeated my hand motion, her eyes flashed
with pleasure and she quickly straddled my body. Now her cunt was nearly at
mouth level (Hope's pretty tall) while her blowjob continued non-stop in our
'69'. I gripped a buttock in each hand, pulled them apart and then lifted my
head to her honey box.

With my first lick, Hope's resolve began to fracture. I

would grove my tongue, move her hips over me and then lick from her clit to the
bottom of her cunt. I massaged her several times before resting my head and
alternating my fingers in. When my tongue lapped at her creases once more, I
trailed a finger up to her anus, no reaction.

I tickled her backside for half a minute, then substituted

my tongue. I probed delicately and Hope stuttered in response. I went back to
twirling her clit while pushing my index finger through her sphincter. Her oral
attentions finally broke down. She let my cock plop out of her mouth and rested
her forehead on my hip while the overwhelming sensations crashed over her
senses.

I felt the tightness of her anal cavity around my finger and

her cunt throbbing against my tongue. I pushed deeper with my finger and her
juices started flowing as Hope became more and more aroused. Valiantly, she stepped
up her game, kissing and sucking one of my balls into her mouth. I moaned,
which made her very happy.

Hope's clit played along my lips as I took it in and sucked

on it. She was rubbing my cock shaft as she tantalized my balls when she felt
it start to pulse in her hand. My cockhead was engulfed by her lips and she
remorselessly gobbling up the top third of my cock with the addition of a
little twisting motion with her head and throat.

"I'm cumming," I growled. "Take it all but

don't swallow until I tell you to." Hope drove me on faster and harder and
I reciprocated on her two holes. When I took on her clit once more, it wasn't
in the form of a monster wave crashing on the beach but like a building tsunami
pulling the energy before pummeling in one overwhelming surge. I poked a second
finger into her anus to drive her over the top.

Hope's back arched violently and a thin stream of fluid

squirted into my mouth. She humped my face and squeezed my fingers in her
asshole in a corkscrew fashion.

"Zane!" she belted out musically. "Oh, God,

that's great, umm, oh, yes, don't stop." My member slapped against my
stomach and my balls were starting to boil and I couldn't hold back for long.

Several more flexes and grunts came from Hope before she

settled down enough for me to get her to do what I wanted.

"Hope, I'm cumming," I ground out once more and

just in time. Hope barely got my shaft upright and her lips over my head before
I began ejaculating into her mouth.

She breathed sharply through her nose but didn't choke or

spew. Time after time she took my seed until I mustered the strength to let her
know I was done. Hope dismounted me and resumed her kneeling position supported
by unsteady thighs. I was a little slower in following her though her eyes
sparkled when I looked into their brown depths.

"Show me," I told her. Hope opened her mouth and I

saw my semen brimmed inside. I kissed her lower lip along its entire length
then did the same to her upper. I didn't take any of my jizz this time, that
would came another time. For now,

"Swallow," I spoke, and she did in a mighty gulp.

I pulled her into me and led us down onto the comforter, Hope resting in my
embrace.

I soaked up the gentle passion of the moment with Hope in my

arms. When she started kissing me on the neck I realized that was her way of
asking for more. I twisted my body and pulled Hope past me so she could extend
herself onto her hands and knees with me at her side. She lowered herself,
letting her long, luxurious black hair cascade over her far shoulder.

My hands roamed over the back of her neck and shoulders

while I kissed her mid and lower back. I shifted from her side, ending up
behind her. I gave a slight nudge to her calf to get Hope to open her legs wide
and let me position my hips behind her. I gave my rod a few strokes to get it
ready but really the visual tableau of the tightly sculpted muscles of her
shoulders, back, hips, and buttocks made the physical stimulation superfluous
for me.

Keeping my eyes on Hope, I leaned way back and rummaged

under the rolled-up blanket at the foot of the bed. The heating pad I'd asked
Barbie Lynn to place there made finding the vial of viscous scented oil that
was being warmed up easy. I was pleasantly assured of my feel for Hope to
notice she hadn't looked back to see what I was up to. That took a great deal
of confidence and trust.

The serenity with which Hope greeted the thin stream of

liquid as it steamed while flowing from her tailbone into her cleft was
intensely arousing to my sight. I set down the container and began rubbing the
oil in. First I started around the anus but I soon moved over each cheek,
massaging them as well. When I coasted down to her inner thighs Hope figured
out what was really going on and I could swear I heard a phantom cough of
amusement.

She knew I'd tricked her in a playful way. A few seconds

later she pieced together the why, distracting her was secondary to easing the
fatigue creeping through her thighs, lower back and ass brought on by several
tense orgasms. There would be no muting of our joining. For ten minutes she
relaxed and soaked up the hot oil working into her flesh.

I restarted my efforts by kissing each hip, signaling her

that I was anxious for her flesh. I placed one hand on the small of her back
and lined up my cock at the top of her ass crack. I gently rocked forward,
pushing my cock onto her back. Swaying back, I let my cock slip off her ass,
letting it swing free before thrusting forward once more.

This time I directed it languidly along the base of her

cunt, letting my cockhead part her lips and plow her furrows until I touched
then passed the clit on my way through her pubic hair and beyond. I repeated
this orchestra of lust, adding in a movement where my bulbous head pressured
her sphincter to the point of violation before sliding elsewhere.

"Jesus, Zane," Hope sung out, "make up your

mind. You are driving me crazy." Hope wasn't being exhorted to climax by
any loss of control; it was the tension brought about by not knowing what
direction the lesson was going to take. For someone else it would be as if you
were reading LA Confidential one night only to discover that the last quarter
of the book was missing and not accessible until the next morning.

"There will be no intercourse for us tonight,

Hope," I informed her. I began pumping along her cunt, mimicking the
fucking motion. Time and again I let my cock head cut along her labia, brush
her clitoris until it was stimulated by the low ridges along the shaft. It
didn't take long for Hope to start pushing back against me to maximize my
'depth'.

Hope clenched the sheets as we both increased the violence

of our impacts. Her breath was coming in labored huffs and sweat began beading
up all over her skin. Considering how fit Hope was, I was impressed with the
intensity with which she embraced our sympathetic coupling.

"No, not yet; keep going," was her

self-encouraging mantra. "Don't let go, don't let go. Push him, push him
harder."

I scooped up the long tail of Hope's hair and guided her

body up off her hands so that her back slid up and down my chest. Our hands did
a little dance of their own. She ended up with her left reaching across and
holding on to my right at her breast. My right still held the majority of her
long locks, and I used those to give a silken caress to my coaxing of her right
breast to sensual overload.

My left hand landed on her stomach and used that perch to

push her harder into me with each thrust. Her left hand wandered back to my
ass. Hope's nails dug in deep (am I being marked/branded?) and she matched her pull
with my push between her legs. When she finally succumbed to her climax,
vaginal juices washed over my cock and down both our thighs.

I was perfectly poised to support my lovers body as she

surrendered to her orgasmic impulses and erotic energies coursed chaotically
through her system. Her murmurs signaled she was regaining control and she made
it definite by placing a series of kisses along my right arm. I coaxed us down
on the bed facing one another.

"I still don't know if I want to have sex tonight,"

Hope smiled sleepily.

"It is your choice to make," I answered. "We

both know you have the confidence now to make that decision when you are
ready."

"Are you looking out for me, Zane?" Hope teased me

wearily.

"Of course. I look out for all my ladies, even those

who can take care of themselves just fine," I noted. She nodded and I
realized that she'd tentatively opened the door into her inner circle of
friends. "To answer an earlier question, I take no pleasure in ordering
you around as some kind of power trip. I communicated with you in a manner that
maximized your focus on our caresses." She nodded and gave me an
affectionate peck on the forehead, reaffirming her dominant status.

"You will come with me and shower," she ordered

me. I retrieved two robes and my shower kit and a naked Hope lead me to the
Solarium shower. We did not bathe ourselves; we lathered, rubbed, and rinsed
the other, and I could tell Hope relished the experience.

"Tell me something: how come you and Heaven have never snuck

off in the woods and knocked boots?" she mused.

"You are not asking because you think we did and didn't

talk about it so you must be wondering what it would be like if we did, so yes,
I would fuck you if you asked me to while doing a little shooter-spotter
bonding out in the forest," I related to Hope; on the Marksmanship team, I
was the spotter to her shooter. Her eyes flashed like lightning on a pitch
black night. A powerful, lethal rifle in hand and a lover penetrating her was
Hope's aphrodisiac, her perfect storm.

"You should get ready for that. I definitely think it

will make us a more simpatico team," Hope smiled and rubbed her breasts
against my chest. "Are you going to make me obey you?"

"I'm going to stick a ponytail up your ass and make you

call me Master," I confided.

"Oh, so how do you want your bullets; orally, anally or

at high-velocity?" she remarked as her grin became more feral.

"I've got nothing but love for you, Baby," I

joked. We finished toweling off and headed for the bedroom area. We immediately
noticed that while the sofa-beds were still open, they were unoccupied. Had we
been that loud? I'm being rhetorical, I am the soul of discretion but I bring
out the vocalist in every woman I meet.

Inside the screens I could make out the forms of multiple

girls having already settled in under the covers. Rio and Mercy were
intertwined at their usual place on the far side of the bed. Barbie Lynn was
curled up, facing away from us, in the middle of the platform, and Vivian was
on her back, eyes closed, stretching out on the near side.

I motioned Hope to follow me to the spot between Barbie Lynn

and Vivian at the foot of the bed. She looked down at her carefully placed
clothes then back to me. Her gaze went to the clock on one of the wardrobes, back
to me, then she followed. We lay in each other's arms for a few minutes as our
hair dried and bodies wound down.

"Umm, that was definitely more than I envisioned,

Zane," Hope sighed happily while staring up at the clouds in the night
sky. "I need to be going but I look forward to seeing you in the
morning."

"No, you are staying the night," I stated. Hope

pushed herself up into a kneeling position, hands on her thighs and her ass
resting on her heels.

"You are getting off on ordering me around, aren't you?"

Hope smirked. To maintain the illusion, I didn't answer. I did get on my knees,
wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled us both into a kneeling, upright
posture. Our mutual attraction brought our fresh bodies into contact. Hope
exhaled and let her hands come to rest on my buttocks and the side of her head
rest against my collarbone while my hands cupped each of her ass cheeks.

Hope then did something I hadn't even imagined; she purred

like a sated cat and snuggled firmly into my embrace.

"Thank you, Zane," she whispered.

"You're welcome, my Little Thunder" I responded. I

knew I could have said something like 'you are worth it' or 'you did all the
real work,' but I went with what felt right and those were the words she wanted
to hear.

Never just another Monday Morning.

Death is inevitable; no one can

force it upon you or save you from it.

"Zane," a woman whispered in my ear. It is a

testament to my out-of-control sex life that I didn't immediately know the
identity of the woman in my bed even though drugs and/or alcohol were not
involved.

"Yes, Hope?" I turned and whispered back.

"We are surrounded," her eyes glimmered.

Indeed, we had been surrounded in the few hours we'd been

asleep. Barbie Lynn had crowded in on Hope's section of the bed. As Hope rolled
onto her side and snuggled into me, Barbie Lynn wiggled in behind her and
pressed her magnificent boobs into Hope's back. She had even put her upper arm
to rest on Hope's and had situated her right lower thigh and calf between
Hope's legs.

On the other side of the equation, Vivian was on her side,

left leg laid over my thighs and left hand on my chest, on top of Hope's hand.
Both our new female companions were sound asleep and snoring softly.

"What do you want me to do about it?" I inquired

quietly.

"I don't know," Hope seemed conflicted.

"Barbie Lynn is having a good dream."

"And?" I wondered.

"Her nipples are digging into my back and she's humping

my ass," Hope grinned. At least she wasn't offended. "What would you
do?"

"Turn over slowly, push her on her back, spread her

legs and then slip two fingers into her cunt and pump her," I tried not to
snicker. "Work in small circles, then start suckling on a nipple; she
likes a bit of teeth."

"I've never been sexually involved with a woman,"

Hope said. It wasn't a statement but a declaration of an issue she was
contemplating.

"You would like to see Barbie Lynn and me, pleasuring

one another, would you not?" Hope mused.

"Absolutely," I nodded slightly, enough not to

wake our companions.

"I'll bring it up to her over breakfast," she

informed me thoughtfully. "I need to look into her clear blue eyes when I
talk this idea out with her."

"She'll like that," I murmured, "and that is

what she deserves too." Though asleep (we hoped), Barbie Lynn nuzzled into
Hope's ear and let her hand drop down onto Hope's closest breast.

"She's not making waiting easy," Hope looked

worried concerning her desire to postpone the encounter.

"The best things in life are never easy," I

pointed out before we both drifted back off.

Good News,  Rejection

I woke up with the feeling that something was wrong but I

couldn't place it. The alarm wasn't going off, the phone wasn't ringing, and
there were no sirens screaming. Vivian, on my left side, had worked her way
between my arm and my body and was draped over half of my form. The awkwardness
only increased when I realized she'd slid a hand between her legs.

That wasn't so bad except it also meant the back of her hand

was also rubbing along my cock. Her other hand had come to rest against my neck
on the far side and her face was blowing softly on my neck's near side.
Remember the arm she'd separated from my side? The devilish hand at the end of
that arm had somehow wedged itself under her underwear and was holding one of
Vivian's ass cheeks.

Vivian began the slow, steady process of awakening, bringing

about a strange paralysis in me. As her mind wandered its way toward alertness,
both of her hands fidgeted slightly. My pulse jumped and my rod raced to iron
hardness against her wrist as she stirred.

"Your hand is on my ass," she murmured.

"I'm sorry," I gulped. "I wish I could say I

was sorrier but I'm not. My only excuse is that I was asleep when it
happened."

"I know, Zane, I put your hand on my ass," Vivian

said, her breath tickling my jugular. "It was already close and, I was
curious." I blinked up at the ceiling, having moments ago misread the
evidence and believed I'd violated this woman's trust in me.

"I am going to spank you," I seethed. "I am

going to strip down your panties and spank your ass for putting me through what
you just put me through."

"Does it buy me any goodwill if I tell you that

Chastity brought some things over for Hope last night?" Vivian wondered.
"They're over on the dresser. That's why I cut the alarm off, so you two
could get some more sleep."

"The alarm is off," Hope whispered. "What

time is it?" She didn't sound so happy.

"I didn't hear you wake up," Vivian apologized.

"Long-range shooting involves controlled

breathing," Hope answered. "What time is it?"

Vivian rolled over, leaned off the bed, and retrieved her

phone.

"5:27," Vivian hissed back to us.

"Oh," moaned a sleepy Barbie Lynn. "I guess

Zane and I will have to do it in the shower again, not that I mind," she
finished with a sexy grin.

"No marathon session if you go downstairs," Vivian

cautioned.

"Zane and I have already showered," Hope said,

"So we can avoid the ritual at this time."

"How was it?" Barbie Lynn propped herself on an

elbow and gazed upon Hope's face.

"I will never look at Zane touching or kissing another

woman in the same way," Hope imparted to her. "I'll talk about the
details when I've digested the lessons I learned last night."

"Yes, lessons," Hope confirmed as she rolled back

the covers and sat up. "It is his chosen method for our sex play, that of
female student and male instructor."

"That's just fascinating;" grumbled Rio, "but

some of us do need showers. If Zane doesn't put in an appearance, hey, what are
you doing, Monkey?" Rio's attention turned to Mercy. Mercy had rolled on
top of Rio, elevated on all fours, and was now sucking on and nibbling Rio's
left nipple.

"Did I tell you to do that?" Rio quizzed Mercy.

Mercy shook her head in the negative but kept hold of the tit in her mouth.
"Don't you worry, you annoying cunt," Rio grinned evilly, "I've
got something planned for your insubordination this time. Now scoot." This
time Mercy did wiggle off Rio.

"Why don't you play teacher/student with me?"

Barbie Lynn teased me.

"You eat ice cream with a spoon and steak with a knife,

Barbie Lynn, but hell, if you want to play Merry Monk and Naughty Nun with me,
I'm game," I grinned. Barbie Lynn's grin equaled mine and added a
salacious tongue running along the lips. She is my best sexual partner ever.

"Before you run off can I ask Zane for one favor

first?" Vivian asked the ladies. I was hoping she'd be considerate enough
to ask me too.

"Atta girl," Rio perked up. "Ride his face.

Get his patented tongue-tickle wakeup call."

"That's not what I have in mind," Vivian

responded.

"Sure," Barbie Lynn answered Vivian's request.

"What; are we stockholders in Zane now?" Hope

inquired. "I withhold my vote until I know what Zane has to do and how he
feels about it."

"Thanks, Hope," I looked over at her.

"You are my spotter. If you are distracted, your

performance suffers and so does mine," she smiled. "It is enlightened
self-interest." Yeah, right.

"I understand, Hope," Vivian nodded. "I knew

if I asked Zane, he would consult with you ladies so I elected to take on any
of your rejections myself. Zane, would you let me cuddle up against you for a
few more minutes? That's all I want."

"Sure," I agreed. This wasn't going to be so hard.

Unfortunately, fate is cruel and I'm an idiot if there was ever any doubt.
Vivian maneuvered so that her back was to me and she was pressed into my body.

Hellish complication number one: when Vivian had leaned off

the bed, I had removed my hand from her underwear, causing it to have ridden
half-way down her ass.

Hellish complication number two: I sleep naked; my cock was

hard and wedged between said ass cheeks, and I mean wedged in deep.

Hellish complication number three: "Zane, could you

wrap your arm around me, please?" Vivian murmured. I had a feeling she had
closed her eyes, feigning sleep, so I draped an arm over and rested it on her
stomach, nice and safe. Vivian took my hand and pulled it to a point underneath
her right tit and slightly into her cleavage beneath her shirt.

Okay, I'm thinking, I'm still safe. I can do this for a few

minutes and not crack. I had a really good time with Hope last night and I'm
not running at a 100% over-stupid like I normally am. Vivian started to
stretch, her back arching away from me while her shoulders and hips pushed in.
I had to admit that her hair smelled great. I knew what to do next, but then I
realized that what I had to do was think like someone who didn't know what to
do. (Confused? Join the club)

"What do I call you?" I whispered into her ear.

"Vannie," she responded quietly. 'Vannie' must be

the nickname her boyfriend uses.

"Time to wake up, Vannie," I breathed. Vivian kept

arching her back, with some gradual hip rotation added to the mix. My cock was
rubbing down between each buttock; my hand was being pushed over the top of her
shirt-covered breast.

I had a reprieve when the bell's edge of my phallus caught

on the waistband of her panties. Vivian swiveled her hips a few more times and
then rotated her shoulders so that the palm of my hand wove circles over her
breast. Her enticed nipple came out to play by twisting with my movements. I
still had some hope, though, that she'd stop soon.

When she ran her hand from her stomach to her crotch I

prayed that a little self-stimulation was all she was seeking. With her left
hand, which I hadn't tracked, she worked her panties half way down her thighs
before resuming her gymnastic routine. Then her fiendish hand migrated over her
thigh and cheek until it wrapped around my cock and gave it a squeeze. I had to
do something quickly.

"Vannie," I whispered with more urgency, "you

really need to wake up." Vivian faked a yawn then wiggled violently
against my hips. This allowed her to force my cock through her ass crack and
between her thighs. Vivian was showing a surprisingly inherent talent as a champion
lap-dancer. I had done the whole pseudo-sex thing last night with Hope so why
was I being subjected to this again? "Vannie, I wish you didn't have to
go."

That caused a hiccup in her performance. Her hip movements

became almost romantic in their tenderness and a low contented growled emanated
from her chest. I racked my personality assessment of Vivian to figure out what
to do next. Sexual conduct is best when you know what your partner is looking
for and meeting that expectation.

I took my hand from her breast, sauntered it up her sternum

to her neck and jaw. I tilted her head toward me. Her eyes were still closed as
if asleep so she made no reaction as I leaned in for a chaste kiss, no tongue.
She kissed back in an equally tender fashion.

"You need to wake up, Vannie," I said one last

time. She nodded, gave me another kiss, and then let her head settle back on
the pillow.

"Thank you, Zane," Vivian told me as she looked up

and over her shoulder at me.

"Fuck it all, Bro!" Rio yelled. "Your cock is

in her ass. Fuck her! Fuck her! This is your chance to nail the stuck up
bitch."

"She's not a stuck up bitch and my cock is not in her

ass," I countered.

"Trust me," Barbie Lynn provided her input,

"if that meat was up her ass, the look on her face would be totally
different." What happened to normal days of waking up where we greet each
other, ask about our plans for the day, and wonder what we are having for
breakfast? Seriously, who has discussions about what a girl's face would look
like with my cock up their ass first thing in the morning?

"On that wonderful note, I'm going to, I suddenly

realized I was boned by reality. I had nowhere to go. I didn't need to shower
and I didn't have to be anywhere for an hour and a half. Speaking of boners,
why wasn't Vivian letting go of my cock, which she held tightly against her
cunt lips? Well, if you can't be happy,

"Vivian, could you stay with me a little longer?"

I requested gently.

"That's it," Rio chuckled. "Lure her in with

that patented Braxton seduction then tap that ass good." There was
rustling from Rio's side of the bed. "Mercy, you stay put."

"I'm going down and talking to the other girls,"

Barbie Lynn announced. "Zane, I'll explain things to our shower
buddies."

With that, she scooted away from the covers and crawled off

the foot of the bed.

"I'm going to put some clothes on," Hope spoke up.

"It is something of a marvel that so many of you seem comfortable in your
nakedness but I'm not there yet." She too made her way off the bed and to
the clothes Chastity had left for her friend.

"Sure, Zane, I'll stay a little longer if you

like," Vivian was finally allowed to respond.

I nestled into her and she molded tightly to me. As I was

busy inhaling the scent of her hair my hand returned to her stomach. This time
it was a little lower, like brushing the top of her pubic hair lower. Vivian
did me two better. Her right hand reached back and stroked my hair as I rested
my lips on her neck, innocently of course.

Her left hand was up to far worse; she reached down and

began to pet my cockhead that was conveniently poking between her legs at cunt
level. At that point, I'm trying to figure out why in the hell Vivian is
torturing me. A loud slap of a hand on ass echoed to me from Rio's side of the
bed. Mercy squeaked. Then it occurred to me; two could play at Vivian's game.

The hand on the stomach wandered up her body, underneath her

sleeping jersey and began fondling her left breast, including the occasional
pull on the nipple. Another spanking resounded from the Rio/Mercy duo as I
freed my left hand from beneath me and wrapped up Vivian's hair. I tilted her
head toward me and began kissing her lips. Her mouth opened at my approach and
we were soon wrestling back and forth with our lips and tongues.

A third slap of Rio's paddle on Mercy's ass rang out. I

began pumping against Vivian's ass. As my cockhead withdraw deep into her
muscular thighs her hand followed. I stopped when her fingers touched her clit.
I'm still somewhat unclear on how Christian school girls stand on masturbation
but it obviously didn't matter that Vivian was doing it right now, she had her
shirt bunched up above her breasts, her panties around her knees, and my cock
massaging her cunt.

Two more smacks echoed from Mercy's paddling which concluded

with a squeal of pleasure. Sometimes those two, I guess the next step is for
them to be the first FFU openly lesbian couple or a Bonnie and Clyde crime
spree, based on which way the neuron misfires in Rio's noggin. As for which way
Vivian's brain was going off the rails, I wasn't totally certain.

"Yes," she broke our kiss. "Yes, yes,

yes," she panted. We were now rocking with some real synergy. She titled
her face away from me and placed her chin on her chest as her breathing became
rapid and shallow. Farther down, my cock and her fingers became impossibly
slick with a mixture of my pre-cum and her vaginal fluids.

I picked up the tinglings from her cunny first but they

rapidly spread to her stomach and thighs.

"Yes, oh, yes, oh, Holy God, ugh, ugh, ugh, Yes!"

Vivian cried out. More liquid sloshed against my cock, not too much but enough
to make me shoot, all over her hand and thighs. "Oh, oh, oh, it's been so
long," she wheezed through tortured lungs.

We rapidly put the brakes on our action and settled into a

comfortable embrace. A minute later she gave me one last playful ass wag and
sat up. My cock was thankfully going into a dormant state. Vivian had swung her
feet off the bed, then turned and kissed me (chastely once more).

"Thank you, Zane," she smiled as she began lapping

my semen off her hand. "I can't wait to try this out with my
boyfriend."

Plus side: Vivian was getting the courage to get back with

the long-time boyfriend who had 'accidentally' taken her virginity. I'd like to
make Vivian's quality of life better. She also liked the taste of my seed.

Down side: I'm back to being a practice dummy for the

ambitious girls around me. Also, she liked the taste of my seed.

"I appreciate you letting me loosen up and work out

some of my issues with you," Vivian completed.

Why can't a woman be satisfied with being a total jerk to me

so I can stay angry with them for more than five seconds? I know there are
chicks out there that get out of bed, sneer down at their former lover, and
belittle them before laughing like the Wicked Witch and sauntering out the
door. I blame my misconceptions on Lifetime TV, my Aunt watches it, honest.

I flopped down on the bed and stared at the last bit of dark

skies before the first rays of sunlight drove them away. Hope stepped into my
field of view, grinning, with her ponytail dangling down and tickling my nose.

"Zane, I really care for you and I am saying this with

the utmost sincerity," Hope began.

"You should have let Christina throw you out that first

day," she smiled. "I have trained in the martial arts since I was
five yet I've never seen anyone take a beating like you have in my entire life.
The Energizer Bunny has nothing on your staying power, Zane. From Barbie Lynn
at the beginning of the semester to Vivian right now, you just get it coming
and going. I'm in awe with your inability to learn from your mistakes. I mean
that in the kindest way."

"Have I done anything right?" I sighed. Hope

grabbed my nose, pinched it painfully, and yanked my head over for eye-to-eye
contact.

"You do a lot right, Zane, no pity party for you. I can

name a dozen women who would charge into a burning building to save you, me
included," she pointed out.

"Zane, I want to protect you, and my Father taught me

to ignore the cries of my own family if we were ever attacked because that
would reveal my position," Hope informed me. Man, that is just plain
fucked up in so many ways I don't even want to get into. What kind of father
does that to his little girl?

"I've never had a pet; I sleep with an automatic pistol

under my pillow and a combat shotgun beneath my bed. I couldn't imagine anyone
would consider himself a man unless he was versed in at least three forms of
combat. I don't think I need to go into my instructions should a man touch me
inappropriately, much less touch me when I was naked," she smiled warmly.

"Wait," I mused after a moment's retrospection,

"you want to protect me? Can't I be the one protecting you?"

"Okay," she replied thoughtfully, "after

Karate Club today, you and I can spar and if you can take me two out of three
submissions, I will allow you to protect me."

Wait, I am going to risk getting my ass kicked for what? It

isn't like she's going to sleep with me if I win, and I can definitely get some
action with Cappadocia if I refuse.

"I'd like to but I have plans," I shrugged.

"I am sure Cappadocia will understand. Besides, I might

finish you off quickly and the two of you can get at it when I leave,"
Hope countered.

"What makes you think, ?" I get out.

"Zane, you live in a glass house, literally. You and her

are no great secret," Hope interrupted.

"Fine, let's see who gets schooled this time," I

agreed. "So, how many years of Karate have you had?"

"None," she smiled sweetly. "If it matters, I

am advanced in the teachings of Taekkyeon, Hapkido, and Geom Do."

"I have no clue as to what those styles are," I

admitted.

"A striking techniques style, a mixed martial arts

style, and Korean Sword fighting," Hope informed me without a hint that
she was offended by my ignorance.

I knew that was a vast simplification of what those schools

taught but from my limited experience, we could sit back and discuss them for
twenty years and not cover every nuance. What I did know was, this school had
more than its fair share of females unusually skilled in the arts of killing their
fellow sentient life forms.

Wait, was this the Hell Mouth and I am surrounded by an army

of Buffy's, Faith's and Willow's? Did that make me Zander? Maybe I was Oz. He
got to be a werewolf after all.

"Where do you go," Hope asked with intense

curiosity, "between that blink of your eye and the next?"

"I'm imagining what you look like without your bra and

panties on," I lied. I said that because I wanted to see her reaction, not
because I had a hope in hell of her believing that. She did nothing. "I
try to put my current circumstances in a context, no matter how crazy, that
allows me to figure out what I should do next."

"I should have known that you would embrace a cosmic

embryonic spirit when making crucial decisions," Hope noted. Translation:
I'm nuts.

"I am glad you pierce through my many layers of

obfuscations to see the real me," I retorted.

"I am glad you see the real me too," she smiled.

I got dressed, pulled out some homework, was jumped by my

cohort of hotties, stripped down so they could examine my new collection of war
wounds before finally letting me regain my clothing and dignity, while the
ladies whispered conspiratorially about me. With the help of Vivian and Iona, I
actually made it to the Dining Hall for breakfast by seven.

Hope, Barbie Lynn, and Vivian broke free and headed for the

senior tables first but soon it was just Iona, Rio and me. Paige stopped by
only long enough to check on our status; I kissed her on the inside of each
wrist and she ran her fingers through my hair and straightened my collar. I had
Rio check me for electronic devices because Paige likes me but she is in the
Time Lord Mafia, as is Iona. I have a little feud going on with their leader.

On the way out the door, Raven caught up with me for a

status update on our project. She'd written a beautiful opening paragraph and I
told her that we would have the books from George Mason on Wednesday or
Thursday. We asked how our weekends went; she went to the Soccer match up in
Maryland and I had avoided sex the entire time.

Raven seemed pleased by the news and I'm not even in a

relationship with her. Okay, I may be the only one who believes I'm not in a
relationship with her but I'm happy ignoring the rest of the world at this
moment. Once I passed the Dining Room threshold I was brutally reminded that I
still had Handmaiden's Duty.

She was a nice, voluptuous junior named Georgia who was

quite tall and quite well stacked. My task; to name all the descendants of Noah
listed in the Book of Genesis. Every time I got one wrong I had to kiss her.
I'd complain about the blatant sexual harassment but a) I like kissing girls
and b) I could do without the ridicule of the entire school, check that;
anymore ridicule from the entire school than what I was already getting.

My some miracle I made it through enough names for Christina

and company to surround us (Vivian, my guardian, was right there too). Georgia
suspended her punishment gracefully as Heaven pulled me aside.

"We have a date for Tuesday night," she beamed

like a thousand suns.

"Cool. Should we bring anything?" I inquired.

"No. She's doing barbeque pork chops and chicken

breasts, plus some other Southern stuff that I have no clue about what it
is," Heaven informed me. "What is a hush puppy?"

"Deep-fried corn meal batter, I think," I tossed

out there. "When do we go over?"

"5:30, and she'll have beer for me and Doctor Pepper or

Sun Drop for you," she giggled. She was of legal drinking age and I
wasn't, and Danica, our date, was a Lancaster City patrolwoman.

"I'll meet you at the car, Babe," I grinned down

at her while squeezing her in my arms. "But we have to be going," I
noted. Arriving late to Assembly was unforgivable.

"Zane, I've decided to tell my Father about you,"

Hope dropped her bomb right as we headed off again. I stumbled.

"Zane?" Vivian and Georgia asked simultaneously.

"Do you know how I say we should all live every moment

as if it were our last? Well, never have I felt that to be truer than right
now," I grinned fatalistically. "Thanks Hope."

Around Memselbub, or whatever his God-damn name was, I lost

track of Noah's grandsons and began kissing Georgia a lot. About
Using-Half-The-Damn-Letters-In-The-Alphabet's name, I caught a furtive hand
movement by Rio and Mercy give a little jolt but I didn't have time to delve
into that right then because I caught sight of Cordelia coming to Assembly from
another angle.

I had a stroke of inspiration, or maybe I just had a stroke,

because I dropped my bag and charged the svelte, sexy brunette Top Gun of the Time
Lord Mafia, aka the Science Club, and it was about time I applied a fresh coat
of paint (whoop ass) to her little red wagon. I pushed through the crowd of
girls and got within six feet of Cordelia before I registered on her radar.

Cordelia is a quick thinker and meticulous planner so it

took her only one foot of space to figure out that this was the 'he's got no
plan' that she'd been told about. I chose the blindly opportunistic blitz
attack because even I didn't know what I was doing, so how could she figure it
out? Cordelia squealed, dropped her book bag, and ran for it.

Now, I'm not really the moron that I often appear to be and

this attack was not me blindly flailing at the world. Safety laid in either a
building she could shut the doors upon entry or the Assembly Hall. Her problem
was that both options sucked. She'd have to push through a press of girls to
get inside the Assembly Hall; I was bigger and stronger and would definitely
catch her if she tried that.

Running to another building, then, was her only real chance.

That was a problem of physics, crowd dynamics, and physiology, all of which she
was good at. Sure, I was the faster runner, but Cordelia would break free of
the crowd first, giving her a head start. The question was; would it be enough?

Cordelia made for Simmons Hall, which was a good plan except

for one annoying aspect of school life, politeness. Two girls were hurrying out
of the building but stopped to hold the door for her, and me. Had Cordelia made
it to the stairwell at the end of the hall she could have held the door against
me long enough for us to risk being late for Assembly. It was good, quick
thinking.

The politeness cost her one lonely second and that was all

it took. I grappled her in the hallway and rolled us onto the ground. Cordelia
was giggling and screeching and trying to wiggle free but I would have my
revenge. I finally got her on her stomach and her arms pinned behind her back
when Vivian caught up, looking incredibly peeved.

"Okay, Zane, you got me, you got me. I give up,"

panted Cordelia.

"That's nice," I responded. I hooked her closest

leg, flung off her shoe and yanked off her sock.

"Damn, Zane, are you going to make me walk around

barefooted?" Cordelia snickered.

"Nope," I answered as I went after her other foot.

Cordelia struggled but not overly much.

It was all fun and games until I tied one sock around her

ankle then secured the same side hand to the ankle behind her back. She fought
harder to keep the other wrist/ankle set free but I got those to. I'd hog-tied
her, sort of.

"Oh, come on," Cordelia moaned, starting to get

pissed.

"Zane, stop this," Vivian warned.

"Vivian, do you want to see pictures of us, you and I,

on the internet? Because that is exactly what this is about," I explained.
"Cordelia feels like she can fuck with my life without repercussions. I'm
not even asking her to stop, only to give me a warning before she does anything
that is going to make my life rough."

"Things like Barbie Lynn and me in the shower,

Cordy," I grumbled.

"But it was so hot to watch, Zane," Cordelia

countered.

"All it takes is two phone calls; one to me and one to

her," I pointed out. "Vivian, can I have a red marker?" Vivian
thought about it for a second, then handed it over.

I went around to Cordelia's face and began writing on it.

Cordelia was fuming and only got angrier when, by touch alone, she figured out
what my message was.

"Fine," Cordelia growled, "lesson learned.

Let me up."

"Nope. They will find you when Assembly is over,"

I informed her. Now she thrashed about for real.

"Don't do this, Zane," Vivian cautioned me.

"I'll explain later, I promise," I responded to my

guardian. "Cordelia, we are going now. Do you need anything?"

"I could use a sip of water," she smirked. I went

over to the water fountain, drank some in, filled up my cheeks then knelt down
beside her and let her suck the water out of my mouth.

"Umm, Zane spit, my favorite flavor," Cordelia

joked. Vivian and I made for the door.

"Oh, come on, Zane," Cordelia called out.

"This isn't funny anymore. Let me go."

"They will let you go around 9:05 when the first

students show up, Cordelia," I shouted over my shoulder. "I hope you
give this little exhibition some thought."

As we sprinted across the campus grounds, we spotted Iona

standing guard over my book bag.

"Thanks, Iona," I grinned. "It was something

I had to do."

"Oh, it gets worse," Iona sighed morosely.

"Zane, it wasn't my idea." She handed a cloth bracelet made of an
intertwined white and green thread to Vivian. "I'll get you a blue thread
as it seems you've earned it."

Any explanation was cut off by the bell for Assembly. We

raced into the seats various compatriots had saved for us with bonus confusion
of having Georgia sitting next to me. Chancellor Bazz was back in charge but I
didn't have too much time to notice; Georgia had returned to her Bible quiz and
I was screwing up big time. Much secretive kissing ensued.

Once we exited the Assembly, the mass of us disseminated to

our various first classes. Iona had to go a different way than me but Rio stuck
close. I noticed she and Mercy both had more elaborate bracelets.

"So, what's up with this," I tapped it.

"He-he," Rio gloated. "It is an indicator of

what you've done to us, or we to you."

"Whose idea was this?" I groaned.

"Three guesses, Brainiac," she laughed.

"What does mine indicate?" Vivian worried.

"Kissing and groped," Rio snickered. "I'll

make sure you get your blue strand asap. That means you've been naked with
him."

Vivian gave me a concerned look.

"Still feeling sorry about leaving Cordelia tied

up?" I joked.

"Our Lord Christ teaches us to forgive those who have

trespassed against us," Vivian quoted.

"Wait, you guys tied up Cordelia? Where? And can I go

get me some?" Rio exulted.

"She's free by now," I let down my buddy.

"He did write 'Paige is smarter' on her face with a red

marker," Vivian added.

"Bro, she is going to kill you," Rio giggled.

"Nah, Cordelia is angry but she doesn't buy into

revenge," I stated. "She will look for other schemes to control me
and I'll find other ways to keep her in line."

"What has Cordelia done to control you?" Vivian

asked.

"Vivian," I sighed, "why do you think

Cordelia would create a free porn site with my sexual antics as the main
attraction? She can see me perform whenever she wants, but why share it?"

"That is convoluted as fuck," Rio griped. Vivian

was thinking that over.

"So she gets at you by putting at risk the women you

are with," she thought out loud. "You two are playing a game of
chicken. She threatens to expose those who have sex with you, and you dare her
to do just that. It seems to me you two are putting other girls at risk in your
simple little game."

"It is not a game, Vivian, it is not little, and it

definitely isn't simple," I explained. "It is not me versus Cordelia
any more than it is Rhaine versus Christina, or the Progressives resisting
Chancellor Bazz. Everyone wants something and most are willing to aggressively
pursue those goals. I mean, you found a use for me in less than four
days."

"I, I, Vivian stuttered because I'd laid bare this

morning's activities. She was saved by the entrance to my classroom. She
dropped me off, then returned to her normal schedule. My ass had barely touched
my seat when I got a text. Apparently, I had an important phone message. It
turned out to be from the Vice Chancellor's office.

"Hello," Ms. Reveal, who, like the Vice

Chancellor, was new to the school, answered, "Doctor Scarlett's
office."

"Hi, this is Zane Braxton. Did you assign me a meeting

with the Vice Chancellor?"

"Yes, Mr. Braxton, and you have one minute to get

here," the young lady informed me.

"When did Doctor Scarlett tell you to call me?" I

asked, right as Ms. Goodswell walked into the room. I was almost out of time.

"I don't see how that was relevant," Ms. Reveal

sounded cross.

"Well, sorry then, but the nine o'clock hour isn't good

for me. English rocks so call me back when there is another opening in the good
Doctor's schedule," I said smugly.

"Wait, you can't, Reveal got out before I hung up. I enjoyed

the class while noticing that no one rang me back. I was suspicious that
Scarlett was yanking my chain and no calls pretty much confirmed that. At the
end of class Virginia Goodswell pulled me and Raven, my project partner, aside.
After all, last time she'd seen us together, we'd had, difficulties.

"Are you two making positive progress?" She smiled

to us.

"Yes, we are," Raven chimed in. "I've created

our opening statement and Zane is getting four books from George Mason for us
to use as source material." Virginia looked at me askance.

"Raven, this might be a good time to inform you that we

are getting those books under a third party's name because Rio picked his
pocket and checked them out using his student ID and password," I told my
partner.

"Zane, if you are exhibiting this much larceny for a

freshman English project, what are you going to do for Finals?" Virginia
teased me. It was clearly too late to chastise me.

"As I recall, the Library of Congress's security is

provided by the lowest bidder," I retorted.

"God give me strength," Raven and Virginia said

with perfect symmetry. I may not be respected but I am treated with tolerance
and compassion, which is more than I should expect.

Vivian escorted me to the second class of the day, Biblical

Archeology, which I shared with Rio. At the door Vivian tapped my arm.

"At Homecoming I'd like you to meet my boyfriend,"

she informed me.

"Oh, great," I snorted sarcastically. "Do you

think we can have a three-way?" Yeah, right.

"I'll give it some serious thought," she smiled

pleasantly then sauntered off. I was left slack-jawed yet somehow managed to
stagger to my seat.

"What's up?" Rio teased me. "Did Gorman kick

you upside your head again?"

"I'm morally contemptible," I replied. Vivian was

such a sweet, vanilla-flavored girl when I met her and now I had her
contemplating an orgy.

"Duh," Rio chuckled. "That's why I love you;

you strip away the varnish that clogs our souls, Bro. There is always less
fear, bullshit, and loathing in your wake. That makes you something like a
combination of Martha Stewart and me." I really hadn't enough time to wrap
my mind around that imagery when my phone rang.

"Mr. Braxton, you are to report to the Vice

Chancellor's office immediately," Ms. Reveal addressed me sharply.

"Hmm, when did she tell you to call me?" I

responded.

"That is not relevant, Mr. Braxton. You are expected

here in three minutes," she declared, then abruptly cut the connection.

"Who was that?" Rio whispered because class was

beginning.

"Telemarketer," I snorted. We went through most of

the class behaving, though my phone kept vibrating. In the last ten minutes of
class I caught Rio fiddling with something.

"What are you up to?" I whispered across the

aisle. She revealed some kind of remote control trigger which she kept cutting
on and off.

"It's my damn remote but I can't tell if it is working

or not," she hissed back. "What is the range on these things? Mercy
is over in Trexler Hall and I'm not sure the signal is reaching her."

"What signal would that be?" I said with a sinking

suspicion.

"The one to her vibrating ass plug, Dummy," she

grinned maniacally. She was bad this morning and this is her little
lesson." She kept thrumming the device on and off.

"Bitch, do you realize with all that action, you may

have vibrated her right out of her chair in the middle of class?" I
quietly scolded Rio. She kept grinning. A positive side effect of me hanging
around Rio is that she makes me look sane(r). "Besides, a vibrating ass
plug? Why couldn't you use a normal one like every other sexual deviant, like
you and me?" Rio's eye grew big and her jaw dropped open.

"Oh, my God, Bro," Rio muttered. "You are the

best guy in the world. You are so right; next time I'll go front and back,
vibrating ass plug and vibrating egg. I can alternate them or have them run
simultaneously. It will blow Mercy's mind!"

"Don't break anything you can't fix or replace," I

cautioned her. That signaled the end of class and my last class before lunch.

"Mr. Braxton," Ms. Reveal snarled when I answered

my own personal vibrating device, "you haven't been answering your phone.
Present yourself to the Vice Chancellor's office at once." Vivian walked
up to me and seemed curious about the conversation.

"It's some stalker-groupie," I winked to Vivian

but said it loud enough for Ms. Reveal to hear. "Ms. Reveal, why does the
Vice Chancellor want to see me?"

"What?" she sputtered. "That doesn't matter.

Doctor Scarlett is the Vice Chancellor, you are a student, so when she demands
your presence, you appear."

"Okay, I hear what you are saying but I have a class

scheduled. I wasn't aware that her authority would allow me to miss
classes," I stated.

"Uhmm, she has the authority because I am telling you

she has it, Mr. Braxton," Ms. Reveal snapped. Vivian reached for my phone
and I handed it over.

"Hello Ms. Reveal, this is Vivian Phillips, Mr.

Braxton's guardian appointed by the Board of Directors. Now, what seems to be
the problem?"

A little conversation took place where Vivian was very

supportive of me. We even walked to my next class. In the process I got to
provide a few answers to Frieda Godwin's Physics homework. From the course of
the conversation, Vivian was getting nowhere.

"Please listen to me, Ms. Reveal," I interrupted

as I took the phone back.

"This is Zane again. I know that you have worked with

Doctor Scarlett before you came here but this is also your first week here so
I'm going to make it simple for you; if Doctor Scarlett wants to see me, she
can explain it to me why I will get an unexcused absence for one of my classes,
she can have Ms. Goodswell approve the meeting, or she can go to the Chancellor
and have her tell me when and where to show up," I said, "and that is
how it is."

"If you waste my time with one more pointless call I am

going to report you to Security for harassment. Have a nice day." I hung
up.

"What are you doing?" Vivian sounded incredulous.

"Vivian, do you know what it is like to be the new kid

on the playground and this other kid, who you've been told is a bully, is
coming your way with a swagger?" I postulated.

"Not really," Vivian answered.

"Well, in those cases, often your best choice is to

kick the bully first before he kicks you," I explained. "If Doctor
Scarlett wanted to see me about some mundane crap, why didn't she let me know
at breakfast? If it was important, why didn't she tell me what it was? If it
was critical, why didn't she have someone from Security get me? Instead, she
schedules my meetings with only a few minutes' notice. Think about that."

Vivian thought that one through, as did Frieda (who was a

senior and a Rhaine supporter).

"If it is mundane, she contacts Ms. Goodswell,"

Vivian worked out. "If it was important, she would let you know, which
means it is not. So why is she bringing you in?"

"My theory is that I'm one of the worst troublemakers

in school and she's putting me in my place," I suggested.

"She's right on that account," Frieda muttered.

"Who else do you think has been called in?" Vivian

inquired.

"Good point; most of us Christina people have or will

be carted in," I agreed. "Should I show up with a 2X4, aka Walking
Tall, or a cowboy vest and chaps a la Magic Mike?"

"How about you appear in your school uniform and

pretend you are a semi-normal person?" Vivian rolled her eyes and
undoubtedly prayed silently. She shoved me into my classroom while I was
attempting to kiss Frieda's hand good-bye. As Biology droned on my phone buzzed
twice. The thing is, students don't answer phones during class; teachers do.

During the first half of class Mr. Burns' phone rang. He

looked at it as if it held satanic powers, but then he probably lectured
Alexander Graham Bell about the viability of the Pony Express over any of these
new-fangled boondoggles, like phones and smoke signals. When he answered it, he
had to shout as he was nearly deaf.

"Mr. Braxton, answer your phone," Burns instructed

me. My good buddy Seraphina gave me a worried look. My phone rang on cue.

"Hello?" I said cautiously.

"Zane, go to Ms. Scarlett's office now," Gabrielle

Black instructed me coldly.

"Yes, Ma'am," I responded immediately. Yes, Black

was head of security here at FFU, and she had the authority to tell me to go
pretty much wherever she wanted. That wasn't why I did it, though.

I did it because the woman scares me and not because she

could do bad things to me academically. No, I snapped to because if Gabrielle
told me to do something or she'd ram the Eiffel Tower up my ass, I fully
expected to see Paris in my near future if I didn't act as instructed. My phone
went dead and I stood, ready to go.

"Doctor Burns, I've been called to see the Vice

Chancellor," I told my teacher.

"Oh," he nodded absently. "Do you need the

bathroom pass?"

"No, I'm good," I answered with a straight-face. I

headed out, giving Vivian a quick message to her voice mail to update her on my
situation.

I slipped into the Vice Chancellor's office carefully. It

had been the downstairs library in the Admin Building a week ago, and the VC's
precise office was an offset conference room. Ms. Reveal looked to me with a
great deal of unpleasantness.

"Have a seat, Mr. Braxton," she directed. I noted

her name plate read Ms. Marisol Reveal and she had the look of New Orleans
Creole, Haitian mix. I sat and waited for a minute.

"When is my appointment?" I spoke up.

"Doctor Scarlett will see you when she is ready,"

Marisol glared.

"Okay," I shrugged as I stood up and headed for

the door.

"Where are you going?" Marisol gasped.

"You seem to be under the mistaken impression that what

the Vice Chancellor wants matters to me," I said. "I don't know you,
her, or her mission here, so I'm going to lunch. Give me a call when you feel
like communicating."

"It does not behoove Doctor Scarlett to explain to a

student the reason she has been retained by the Board of Directors," Marisol
countered.

"I agree; she doesn't have to tell me anything," I

nodded. "That still doesn't explain to me why I should stay. I showed up,
I waited, you jerked me around, and now I'm leaving."

"I will call Ms. Black again," Marisol warned me.

"Yeah, you keep yanking that chain and see what it gets

you," I mocked her. "Right after she makes me pay for my
intransigence, she will be coming for you."

"That is preposterous, Mr. Braxton," Ms. Reveal

sniffed. I studied her and her desk for a few seconds. I knew what was going to
happen if I left and I had nothing against her cat. I certainly didn't want to
see hundreds of 'Have You Seen Ms. Mittens' flyers all over campus and I was
willing to wager that would be the feline's fate if Ms. Black became pissed
with Marisol.

"Is Ms. Mittens an indoor cat or does she wander

about?" I asked. Marisol glared in silence. "Jeesh, it isn't going to
kill you to tell me that," I griped.

"She's an indoor/outdoor cat," she allowed. I went

back to the chair and sat down. They made me wait a while so I slouched and
shut my eyes. I don't get enough sleep.

"Mr. Braxton, the Vice Chancellor will see you

now," Marisol deigned to inform me. Being a jack-ass, I kept my eyes shut
and pretend to be asleep. It took her three more attempts before she came
around her desk to rouse me. "Doctor Scarlett will see you now," she
said in a clipped tone.

"Oh, I yawned. "Okay, I need to go to the

bathroom but I'll be right back."

"Can't it wait?" she rumbled.

"Try making an actual appointment and I can better

handle these things," I grinned. I took my time using the facilities and
when I got back, Mhain Reynard, my religious fundamentalist nut rival for
freshman class president, was now waiting in one of the seats. She flashed me a
glacial look but said nothing.

"Hey, Sunshine," I grinned at the girl. "You

look crushingly devastating as always." I could hear Mhain grinding her
tooth enamel away. Marisol's headset beeped and she nodded.

"Ms. Reynard, you may go in now," Ms. Reveal said.

"Thank you," Mhain responded sweetly as she stood

up and went through Doctor Scarlett's door.

"So, when do I get to go in?" I asked Marisol.

"When she calls for you," Marisol sniffed

derisively. I sighed, walked over to the sofa, retrieved a pillow and used it
for my head as I laid out on the floor for a nap.

"What are you doing?"

"Meditating, stargazing, praying to Space-Mecca,

reliving Christ's time in the tomb, communing with the corrupted elders of
Innsmouth, or taking a nap; take you pick," I mused.

"Get up," she hissed.

"Not under my own power, but if you want to try, knock

yourself out," I murmured.

My eyes were shut but my ears worked just fine and they told

me that Marisol came stomping my way, stopping next to my head. I was gifted by
Marisol with three more 'get up's which I chose to ignore. If you can fall
asleep in the mountains during a monsoon downpour, you can go to sleep
anywhere.

"Mr. Braxton," Doctor Scarlett shook me a few

minutes later as she knelt by my side. I hadn't really been asleep but I was
curious if she'd nudge me with the toe of her black high heeled shoe (2 inch)
or what.

"Hello, Doctor Scarlett," I gave a lazy smile up

at her. She had sheer black hose, grey knee-length skirt, white blouse, red
marble necklace, and black glasses. Her glossy black wavy hair was pulled back
in a spill-over bun.

A lopsided grin was framed by her too red lips (for my

taste).

"You have been giving Marisol headaches, Mr.

Braxton," she murmured. I sat up; Ms. Scarlett stood and I followed.

"It is more your fault than mine," I said to the

good doctor. Marisol bristled.

"How so?" Ms. Scarlett inquired.

"Why am I here?" I countered.

"As a student who has had some disciplinary issues, I

was hoping to get acquainted so we could avoid difficulties in the
future," Doctor Scarlett told me.

"Had you told me this at nine this morning we would

have been done by now," I pointed out. Before following the doctor into
her office I turned and looked at Marisol. "I apologize for putting you
through so much discomfort, ma'am." We walked through the door; Doctor
Scarlett indicated I should shut it and then we took our respective seats.

Again she kept me waiting while she looked over some details

on her computer screen.

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