ExplicitNovels

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 23

Listen Later

To be continued in part 23, By FinalStand for Literotica.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 23
Zane Spars with the minds of the Faculty

In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the

podcast at Explicit
Novels.



"You are quite the James T. Kirk in this Undiscovered

Country of Freedom Fellowship University," Doctor Scarlett eventually
spoke up. I didn't know who that was but I had a feeling it wasn't a modern
Christian author.

"Who?" I asked. Doctor Scarlett blinked.

"James T. Kirk, Captain of the Starship Enterprise,

from Star Trek," she seemed confused that I didn't know who this guy was.

"Wait, you mean that bald guy? I thought he was named

something else," I wondered.

"That's Jean Luc Picard, who was the captain in the

second series called Star Trek: The Next Generation," she corrected me. It
was somewhat amazing to me that the Vice Chancellor was a science fiction buff.
Who knew?

"Oh, wait, you mean that guy that Chris Pine

plays?" I thought I figured it out. "Thank you; he is kind of
hot."

"No," she corrected, "that is the new series

of movies, but it is the same character." I nodded as the pieces slowly
came together.

"Ah, the Green Orion Slave Girl," I finally clued

in, "and that black babe who later showed up on Heroes." Sensing
Doctor Scarlett's exasperation I added, "I remember ladies better than I
do men."

"Obviously," she noted. "I did not call you

to my office to discuss trivia, Mr. Braxton, "

"Please, call me Zane," I interrupted then,

"and I apologize for interrupting. May I call you Victoria?"

"Doctor Scarlett will do," she shook her head.

"As I was saying, I asked you here to discuss your integration into this
school so that we can avoid some of the problems experienced in the past."

I looked at her; she looked back, expecting me to say

something, but I didn't.

"As the sole eligible male on campus, what do you see

as your role here?" she pressed on.

"Uhmm, Doctor Scarlett, I am a student here, that is my

role. Are you implying that I'm looking for something special because I am a
guy?" I questioned.

"Mr. Braxton, Zane, you are a guy, you have remodeled

your personal quarters into a bordello, and there is evidence of you having
sexual relations with multiple female students," she responded. "How
is that not 'something special'?"

"The administration stuck me in the attic, then told me

I could set up my room any way I saw fit," I clarified. "The vast
majority of my room is set aside for my fellow freshmen to have a place to
unwind and relax."

"I've never violated any girl's Purity Pledge, though a

few have reconsidered it after meeting me," I admitted. "I've been in
a few fights, I'm not proud of that. I did as much as I could do to resist
Chancellor Bazz, I am proud of that. What she was doing was ten shades of wrong
and I don't run away from a righteous fight."

"Zane, I am not condemning you for defending the women

in your life, nor for having a healthy libido," Doctor Scarlett stunned me
with a lack of blame being tossed my way. I worked that over in my mind until I
figured out what was going on.

"So, do you have any recommendations on what I could do

differently to fit in?" I inquired.

The problem was, this wasn't about me fitting in. She wasn't

lauding my sexuality and she was trying to throw me off-center by the little
annoying phone call game, followed by this sympathetic interpretation of my
school life to date. I knew she wanted to manipulate me but I didn't know why.
I had to get her to tip me her hand so I could figure out what the game was.

"Are you familiar with the concept of Christian Female

Tribalism?" Scarlett opened.

"I get the feeling it has something to do with the six

framed articles from non-Christian magazines hanging on your wall," I
noted. "Also, you are clearly the darling of the Christian media," I
added, as I tallied up the dozen other articles attesting to her fame.

"I haven't dedicated my life's work for the sake of

popularity," Doctor Scarlett smiled (sure, right). "I am looking into
the relationship between Jesus Christ's teachings, men and women. My research
has led me to believe that women exist in a more spiritually pure form when
solely in the company of other women."

"Where do men fit into this picture?" I

questioned.

"Men provide the ultimate guidance, of course, as well

as their roles in procreation and raising male children past the age of
eleven," Doctor Scarlett related. "Women are happiest and most
effective when they form their own networks and hierarchies."

"You don't date much, do you?" I had to ask.

"Mr. Braxton, I have lived a chaste life in pursuit of

my studies," she answered.

"Outside of your father, Victoria, have you ever lived

under a man's guidance?" I wondered. It was a calculated move to use her
Christian name.

"It is Ms. Scarlett, Zane, and I have relied on a

variety of pastors for spiritual guidance over the years," she stated.

"Okay," I stood up, "we have nothing to

discuss then." She didn't yell at me as I headed for the door.
"You've never been in love and I can tell you have a poor estimation of
romance."

"You would be incorrect, Zane; I have been in love but

I chose purity over sinfulness," she countered.

"My faith is based on God being love, without

reservation, restriction, or guilt. I know exactly where you are coming
from," I said with my hand on the doorknob as I looked over my shoulder.

"You are seeking validation for the mistakes you've

made over your lifespan and you are willing to sacrifice the young ladies at
the school." I was getting angry.

"I was hoping for something better but it seems like a

different conductor but the same old music, Doc."

"That is not so," Doctor Scarlett stayed calm.

"I am not attempting to drive you or any other student off campus. I am
not your enemy."

"That is simple enough to resolve," I nodded.

"What is your perfect women's society view and response to
promiscuity?"

"Lust is a sin; women should resist sin as vigorously

as men," she countered.

"The seven deadly sins are Catholic, not the words of

Jesus," I grinned. "In fact, the first list wasn't even created until
the 4th century after Christ."

"That does not make them any less valid," Doctor

Scarlett offered.

"What is the cut-off date for Bible legitimacy?" I

turned and faced her. "1000 Ace? Today, here, and now? Who is to say I
can't create new scripture, then?"

"I apologize, Zane," she mused, "but you

hardly seem to be someone touched by the hand of God with a gift of
prophecy."

"Do I have to lay on hands to prove it?" I beamed.

I had finally been able to interject sexual innuendo into the conversation. She
didn't respond like a damn normal person, no. Doctor Scarlett stood up, walked
around her desk and came to a stop barely a foot from me. I am not so easily
deterred.

I leaned into the doctor until my nose was at the crux of

her neck and shoulder. I used my cheek to push her hair aside and sniff my way
up to her ear. She was really ironclad in her control of her passions. I
trailed my nose up to her eyebrow ridge, circled over the forehead, down past
the other eye, and over to her lips. We didn't kiss but I did get what I
wanted.

"How about I call you Victoria when we are alone?"

I tested her.

"No; call me Ms./Dr./Vice-Chancellor Scarlett,"

she corrected. "You are my student."

"Cool," I shrugged. "Is there anything more

for us to discuss?"

"I would like to discuss my plans for this school and

the role I think you can take on," Scarlett persisted.

"We've had that discussion, I chose a messy democracy

over any sweet-smelling dictatorial existence," I declared. "Your
belief system stands for the denial of self-determination."

"It does not, Zane. If anything, it gives women more

power over their lives," she explained.

"But the basis for your system retains men in charge,

with the added 'benefit' of women being more removed from the critical
decision-making processes," I replied patiently.

"Don't you enjoy being in charge of so many women here

at FFU, Zane? You have certainly convinced dozens of women to do what you want,
even to their own detriment," Doctor Scarlett drove her point home. I
laughed; I couldn't help myself.

"I might enjoy being in charge if any of the women

would give me the opportunity, Victoria. Honestly, I allow the women here to
safely experiment with their sexually," I explained. "Thing is, I
really don't mind because I help these ladies become more comfortable in their
skins, with their desires, and allow them to share things they have discovered
about themselves. If I was with only one woman, what peer could she talk to?
You've put your blinders on to the fact that women want to examine those urges
they all have," I proposed.

"They don't surrender to lust; they acknowledge it,

explore those frontiers, and then decide how to use that knowledge," I
continued. "Most of the women in my life here don't lose their virginity.
I think by challenging their Purity Pledge, they become stronger in their
convictions. I'm not taking any choice from them; they are exercising their own
will concerning their bodies."

"If you deny the male role in the Christian relationship,

doesn't that emasculate you?" Victoria asked, and I noticed she didn't
chastise me for using her first name this time.

"I'm not going to fall into the trap of mistaking

sexual activity for true masculine activity," I headed her off. "I
would like to think I mediate disputes, help with our studies, and protect them
physically if needed. I don't like to fight, but I will fight to defend my
ladies. So no, I don't feel less of a man because I listen to, occasionally
obey, and always try to respect women."

"I see your point, Zane, and I will give it some

consideration," Doctor Scarlett lied to me.

"Oh, wow, that condescension was unwarranted,

Doc," I shook my head. "You would never accept that I could be the
man who would alter your lifelong path. You have an unrealistic expectation of
what that man would be like but it allows you to pursue your goal without male
guidance and still be a good Christian woman."

"So now you think I am a hypocrite?" She gave a

patient smile.

"Nope. I think you believe the theory you are selling,

Vic. You are clever, attractive, but somewhat annoyed that your looks give your
ideas less credence though you still use your looks when needed. You are
manipulative because you are sincere and you want to keep the argument based on
rational discourse, not passion."

"That would make you my opposite," she observed.

"You embrace your gut instincts and allow your emotions to override what
you think is the safe course of action. It is a pity you perceive me to be your
enemy; I thought we could do great things together."

"You are the enemy, but you are not the bad guy; I

respect those who have faith, even if it is faith in something I don't agree
with," I pointed out.

"You believe women are better off without male

interference in their lives. I believe there is nothing better in Creation than
a man and woman in harmony with one another," I stated.

"Don't you believe in safeguarding these young ladies'

souls?" Victoria pressed on.

"If the ladies were children I could understand your

interference," I countered, "but they are adults, capable of making
adult decisions, and you do them a disservice by stealing their destinies from
them."

"You see yourself as a better alternative?" she

remained serenely calm, that's so hot.

"Lady, my life is a mess," I grinned. "I have

a hard time figuring out what I'm going to do much less what I should tell
someone else to do."

"But you are making the decision that my solution is

the wrong one. How do you justify that?" she countered my grin with a
smile of her own.

"Just because I don't have the right answer doesn't

mean I don't recognize the wrong one when I see it," I reposted. "As
I said earlier, we have nothing to discuss."

"Very well," she allowed, "but please tell me

what the whole sniffing thing was about."

"It was more than sniffing, Doctor Scarlett. I was

looking for your pulse reaction, sweat, what kind of perfume and body soap you
use, as well as facial tics and eye dilation."

"That is certainly odd," she pointed out.

"Well, it tells me you are a mid-thirties virgin who

likes feminine things. Your skirt is finely woven wool, your shirt is silk, and
your cross is 24 K, as is the necklace, with a real ruby inset. Your bra is a
black half-cup, which is very nice if you are wearing a white shirt. Lastly,
you are wearing stockings, not pantyhose."

"Since neither you nor Ms. Reveal is a lesbian, you are

wearing these clothes for your own enjoyment because you are not interested in
any man right now," I told her. "You are still holding out for your
Mystery Man which is oddly romantic for someone who denies romance."

"Ms. Buchanan was right," Scarlett laughed softly.

"You would be interesting to deal with."

Right as I made ready to ask her what exactly Christina

said, my stomach began rumbling.

"I'm off to lunch unless you need me for anything right

now," I sighed. Victoria turned me around and directed me out the door.
Rio, Mercy and Vivian were waiting for me. It rapidly became clear that Rio was
Doctor Scarlett's next appointment.

"Ms. Reveal," I inquired of Doctor Scarlett's

assistant who glared in response. "I'm heading off to the dining hall, and
since I doubt you've been able to grab a bite to eat, do you want me to pick up
something for you and the doctor?" I doubted that was what she expected.
She typed away at her keyboard for a few second, checking out today's menu.

"Mr. Braxton, could you get me the Caesar Salad and

Doctor Scarlett the trout?" she said.

"Zane," Rio snickered softly, "how far did

you get? I'd hate to have to sex her up all over again when I can go straight
for the main dish."

"Smooth, Bro," I groaned while Marisol looked like

she was going to staple Rio's ear to the desk.

"The Doctor and I talked and that is all," I

cautioned Rio. "I suggest you do the same and keep it simple." Rio
snorted and followed Doctor Scarlett into her office. Before she dropped out of
sight, Rio half-turned, pointed at Victoria's ass, and mouthed 'Wow' and made
out the hourglass curves. She was really subtle; only Mercy, Vivian, Marisol
and I saw it, which meant all of us.

"Mercy, are you going to be okay?" I inquired once

the door shut and Mercy had sat down on the bench outside the office.

"I need to stay for Rio," Mercy sighed.

"Vivian, can you wait for Rio while Mercy and I take a

walk?" I asked my guardian.

"Absolutely, Zane," Vivian nodded. She took a seat

while Mercy followed me wordlessly out the door.

"You don't have to do this, Zane," Mercy spoke up

after a while.

"Own up to all you do, Mercy," I replied,

"and by that, I mean I brought you and Rio into a collision course so I am
as responsible for your happiness as I am for Rio's."

"I, umm, thank you," Mercy worked out the words.

"Rio can be too much to handle at times."

"Yes," I wrapped a very inappropriate arm around

her shoulder, "she can be, but I feel she's worth putting up with the bull
crap. Don't be discouraged by her fooling around with other women, or men; Rio
is far more loyal than people give her credit for. She may do things to piss
you off, that's a given, but she wants to be with you. In fact, who do you
believe she was thinking of when she bought that ass plug?"

"You?" she meekly mocked me.

"Ha, ha, ha," I chuckled. "That is the reason

I don't sleep on my stomach these days, Mercy. She plays rough. She loves rough
too, so I feel it is an adequate trade-off. If you want to snuggle with someone
else from time to time, you are welcome on my pillow any night."

"Zane, do you think I'm a lesbian? What I am trying to

say is, I think I may be a lesbian but I'm not sure," Mercy confided in
me.

"It doesn't matter what I think but in my experience,

you are bi-sexual, not a dedicated lesbian. That could mean that you like
relationships with girls but the occasional fling with a guy," I said.

"You have had sex with me and I know you enjoyed it.

You are not in an environment that allows many men so now that you are coming
into your sexuality, you are confronted by women. Sexual orientation is one
thing; sexual preference is another," I went on to say, "At Spring
Break we should put your ideas to the test. Until then, don't worry too much
about it."

"Not being a virgin would be horrible enough,"

Mercy related. "If my parents thought I was homosexual, they would die, or
kill me."

"Mercy, do you think what you are doing is

sinful?" I questioned. Mercy had to think about that for a while. We
gathered up three trays and made our way back to the Vice Chancellor's office.

"Yes, yes, I do, Zane," Mercy muttered. "I am

afraid I'm going to Hell."

"Mercy, you are not going to hell, at least not for

what you've been doing the past few weeks," I comforted her. "Think
about the good you've done for Rio."

"I am still steeped in perversions," she moped.

"Trust me on this; the battle between Heaven and Hell

will not be decided by the playful use of a dildo, ass plug, or vibrator,"
I whispered into her ear. Mercy rewarded me with a wicked little smile.
"What matters is the happiness you bring, the trust you earn, and the
powerless you protect. Don't knock yourself out because you too are feeling
pleasure."

Mercy stopped walking which brought me up short. She worried

her lower lip as she worked some things out in her head.

"Do you think I'm really Rio's best hope at

salvation?" she asked softly.

"You more than anyone else," I responded. I could

see a weight lifting off her shoulders.

"Thank you, Zane," she smiled at me. We entered

the Administration building and headed for the Vice-Chancellor's office.

"I'm going to have to tell Rio about his

conversation," I told her. Mercy looked uncertain. "Someone deserves
a spanking, don't you think?" That wonderful little lusty smile crept onto
her lips once more.

More Monday Mornings

 

Doing

the correct thing is good; doing right and confounding your enemies at the same
time is golden.


Blow & Arrow

"You are getting better, Zane," Molly Travers told

me after my rotation to the shooting line.

"If you say so," I shrugged. "I've yet to hit

the rings twice in a row."

"But you are hitting the target every time," she

pointed out.

"Great," I chuckled, "if I ever get attacked

by a rhino or a barn door, I'll do fine."

"If it is a big barn door, a really big barn

door," she snickered in sympathy. "So, uhmm, what do you think your
chances against Hope are?"

"Huh," I looked to her, "are you betting on

me and Hope's sparring match?"

"It's not really a bet, more like a wager," Molly

grinned.

"Betting and wagering is the same thing, Molly," I

pointed out.

"Okay, fine, we are betting on the outcome," Molly

admitted. "So what do you think the odds of you winning are?"

"Barring the intervention of large fighting robots, I'd

bet on the cute Asian chick to win," I joked.

"Arrows," Chastity called out. It was my job to

retrieve all the expended arrows from the field, being the junior member of the
team. After that we did one more round, then we cleaned up and made our way to
either study period or our next club. Chastity held me back so that we could go
to Karate class together.

"Don't be too hard on Hope," Chastity abruptly

told me.

"I'm not all that sure I can beat her, Chastity,"

I confided.

"Oh, there is no chance of that," Chastity assured

me. "She's going to destroy you. I only want to make sure you are a good
sport about it because she really likes you and she's worried you might take
this beating the wrong way."

I stopped and stared at her somewhat incredulously.

"Oh, come on," I grumbled. "I have some sort

of chance. She's not that good."

"If thinking that makes you feel better," she

patted me on the back.

"Well, if you believe I can't win, you will be willing

to make a wager on the outcome then," I challenged Chastity.

"What would it be?" Chastity mused.

"You in a little, itty-bitty French Maid's outfit for

twelve hours of my choosing," I said.

"What do I get if Hope wins?" Chastity countered.

"What would you want?" I grinned.

"Any one favor to be decided on later," was what

she came back with.

"Oh, please, my favor is relatively precise while you

want the world," I pointed out.

"Okay, I want one 'forgiveness' in advance,"

Chastity offered. I groaned.

"You just have to keep busting my chops, don't

you?" I sighed. "Fine, I'll make the bet."

For a private sparring match, Hope and I drew a great deal

of attention. Christina, Heaven, Chastity, and Faith were expected, as was
Coach Gorman. I had kind of hoped Cappadocia would hang around so we could hook
up when the fight was over. Everyone else was rather distracting.

Both Hope and I went shirtless, me bare-chested and she with

a black sports bra, as well as barefoot. We set up four meters apart with Hope
doing something that mimicked warm-up exercises. It took a second of eye
contact for the fight to begin. I kicked out viciously; she collapsed beneath
the blow and swept my legs.

My back slapped the mats and before I could move or mount

much of a defense, Hope was all over me. It was arm bar and she had my head in
a scissor lock and that was that. I tapped out before she could render me
unconscious. No one said anything as I regained my feet. I was careful not to
make eye contact until I'd backed up a bit.

I had no clue to what kind of Monkey Kung-fu she had just

worked on me but I knew that what little Thai Kickboxing I had wasn't cutting
it, but I knew even less Karate and even less of what Gorman and Black had
shown me. It boiled down to making use of what I did know to the best effect.

This time I danced to the left using a little trick

Gabrielle Black had taught me (with some pain added). At first Hope mirrored my
movements so when I lashed out with my first kick it caught her off-guard since
I'd also been slowly closing the distance between us. She tried to snake within
my reach but I kept shifting and kicking to hold her at bay.

When she finally did get inside, I hit her with every

fist/arm/elbow strike I knew. I knocked her back, pursued her, and for a moment
it looked like I had a chance. Hope kept maneuvering with the grace of a
gymnast so I couldn't pin her to the mat. Once she got to her feet I sensed I
was rapidly running out of options.

I certainly didn't expect a chop to my temple and that was

pretty much all she wrote. She jumped up, put her knee into my diaphragm and
rode me to the ground. I managed to block twice against her strikes as she
straddled my stomach. I almost knocked her aside, we wrestled, and that was the
totally wrong thing to do. I knew crap about wrestling.

My tapping out was a foregone conclusion once she got me on

my stomach. For a second I lay there marveling how quickly I'd gone down,
twice. I noticed that Hope was still standing astride my body so I rolled over
in place and looked up. For a second she had this look that reminded me of
staring into the pitiless depths of the ocean.

"My head hurts," I emphasized with a deep breath.

That set off a flash of light in her eyes.

"The important one or the one on top of your

neck?" she smiled from above. Hope crossed her arms and helped me stand.
"Are we okay?" she suddenly seemed worried.

"Oh, hell, no," I gasped. "I've got to learn

me some of those moves. You were freaking awesome." That outburst gained
me a snort of amusement on her part.

"I am not a master so I would have to consult my master

before taking on a student," Hope informed me.

"Your Father?" I was curious.

"No; my Father had to get permission to teach my

sisters and me. My Master is back in Korea," she answered.

Hope and I parted ways and various friends now felt free to

join the party.

"Damn, Bro, she kicked your ass. I'm ashamed to call

you family," Rio mocked me.

"Rio, now you know how he feels about you every

day," Valarie shot back.

"I think he did pretty good, all things

considered," Coach Dana Gorman stated. "I don't believe Zane's ever
fought against a 'soft' or passive style."

"Fifteen or twenty more years and I would have had

her," I chuckled. "You are right, Coach; I've never seen her precise
style. I've tried some of the exercises monks use but those were primitive
compared to what Hope showed me today. Now I think I'm going to take a
shower."

"Everyone will clear out now," Coach ordered as I

made my way to the showers.

ZETAS

"Honestly, Zane," Sahara lectured me deliciously,

"did you have to flush my phone down the toilet?"

"Technically, I only dropped it in," I corrected.

"I didn't hit the handle. Besides, you know your husband would only annoy
us with his incessant phone calls."

"I still feel a little guilty," Sahara sighed.

"He knew when I would be over and where we would be

going if he wasn't going to be kind enough to be there," I pointed out.
"The only reason to call you would be to ruin the moment he could have
pre-empted by showing a little consideration for your feelings."

"That is not fair," Sahara countered. "My

husband is a community leader with many responsibilities."

"So would you be if people would wake up and see you as

I do," I answered.

"Zane, I don't want any misconceptions about me," Sahara

stared at me intently. "I am loyal to my marital vows."

"I don't doubt that for a second," I agreed.

"Betrayal leaves its own scars and I don't see any on you." Sahara
didn't immediately react to that, instead taking a long sip of her tea.

"Certainly you have heard the rumors by now?" she

said softly.

"Yes, and I believe them," I responded gravely. I

let that hang there for thirty seconds. "Aliens did land in Roswell, New
Mexico in 1947, and they interred the bodies at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base
before finally moving them to Area 51."

Sahara didn't know what to make of that for a second but

slowly began to smirk.

"What? Was there another rumor that I should be giving

a damn about?" I concluded.

"Some people compromise for the easy way out, some people

remain mostly steadfast and take the hard road, but you are the only man I know
who gladly skips through a minefield because even the hard road is too much of
a compromise for you," she commented.

"I can only be me," I replied. "I couldn't be

you; I doubt the clothes would fit."

"Oh, you are such a strange individual," she

tilted her head. Before she could explain our food arrived and she felt it
prudent to wait until there were fewer prying ears. "Do you think it is
appropriate for me to, ask about Ms. Vickers?"

"No," I responded patiently. "If you ever

feel like it is your business, she's in church every Sunday and she's nice, if
a bit nervous considering the current circumstances."

"It is only that I hear things about you when my

husband talks to other people and, much of it doesn't make sense," she
added. "For instance, I believe I'm the only one who sees it but I'm sure
you are having an affair with Rochelle Wellington."

"I'm neither confirming nor denying anything but how

does that make you feel?" I countered.

"Infidelity is a crime," she answered after a few

seconds, "but Mayor Wellington is a horrible, horrible man." And this
was coming from the woman married to that bastard, Pastor Bill. "I confess
that I find the whole thing very amusing, to the point where I pray to Christ
for forgiveness virtually every night. That includes using me as a distraction
for Kendra's nosey little self."

"That was not my intent if that's any

consolation," I sighed. "I simply thought we had a lot in
common."

"Such as?" she smiled.

"Well, before we moved here, we had no idea where

Lancaster, Virginia was," I started.

"We both know that waving a Bible around doesn't make

someone holy; a custom may be fine for you but it isn't for everyone and we
know what it is to be judged by people who have never gotten to know us,"
I completed. "I also wanted you to know that I know about Bill and we are
not alone."

"Know? What do 'we' know?" she asked confidently

enough.

"We know why he let them think you were the one who was

unfaithful," I clarified somewhat. Sahara stared at me, her face torn by a
plethora of warring emotions; loyalty, anger over being betrayed, and relief
that she didn't bear this terrible burden alone anymore were all there.

"Men handle such things differently than women,"

Sahara told me in a distant voice. "My father wanted boys."

"I imagine your Father-in-Law wishes he had raised his

boy to be a man too," I joked. "That's unfair," I corrected
myself. "I have nothing against men of a different persuasion. It is bastards
I have a problem with."

"Please, Zane, he is still my husband," Sahara

admonished me.

"Well, he had better start treating you better or I may

re-familiarize him with Deuteronomy 23:1 (ty-jw)," I responded. "Your
loyalty to him should be met with respect. That is the deal we make when we get
married."

"What makes you think you know so much about

marriage?" Sahara inquired after a bite, some savory chewing and a gulp.

"I'm smarter than I look. Okay, that's not too

difficult, but I'm usually smarter than people give me credit for."

"Smart things like inviting Ms. Kennan to services

yesterday?" she taunted me.

"I actually didn't invite her but don't tell anyone; I

revel in people's opinion that I'm irreverent," I grinned. Sahara tried
and failed to fight down her own smile in response. "I've actually invited
Belle, Ms. Kennan, to live with me and Jill as well as giving her a job."

"I, I don't know what to make of that," Sahara

worried. "She's very pretty, I imagine."

"Sahara, you need to become a better judge of

people," I said. "I wouldn't trust Belle with my car keys or my
favorite cuff links, but I'd trust her with Jill's life or my own."

"Sometimes it helps to remember we are still listening to

the words of a poor carpenter's son who suffered through exile," I pointed
out, "who wouldn't do what the authorities told him to do, died because he
was betrayed by a close friend, and went to the grave abandoned by all those
who said they understood him; not most people's first choice for founder of the
world's largest religion."

"When you put it that way, it sounds depressing,"

Sahara agreed. "It also sounds exactly as it played out. It often does not
occur to most believers that the flame of Christianity almost fluttered out
before it ever really came to life." She looked for me to say something
but all I did was grin. A few seconds later I saw that flicker of understanding
come alive in her eyes.

"Here you are, the star of multiple on-line sexual misadventures,

sitting with the preacher's disreputable wife in the most romantic restaurant
in town and we are discussing morality and religion," she chuckled.
"No one will believe us despite this being the truth. I find your perverse
and bizarre sense of humor very enchanting, Zane."

"The important thing is that you are having a good

time, Sahara," I explained. She laughed out loud, drawing attention to our
little candlelit alcove of the eatery. I doubted she cared and I certainly
didn't. We finished our meal, I paid, and we headed straight back to her place.
The game was, we left zero time for any possible hanky-panky to take place.

We wanted the people who were going to accuse us of

impropriety to make real asses of themselves when we revealed our timeline established
by my filling up of gas right before picking her up, our valet ticket at the
restaurant, and finally, our credit card receipt for the restaurant itself. I
had outlined my plan to Sahara and she heartily approved. Unlike the time her
husband had screwed her over, she could fight this scandal.

I pulled into the Penny's driveway and I rushed around to

get her door for her (thank you, Heaven, for that bit of etiquette). We walked
through the front door only to see Pastor Bill a few steps away from the door.

"Where have you been?" he growled. Sahara

dutifully lowered her head.

"We were at Zetas," I stated calmly, "right

where I told you we would be." Bill ground his teeth and glared at Sahara.

"What have you been doing?" he snapped.

"Nothing," I now grinned. "I accidentally

left the lube and the box of condoms on your kitchen counter." Pastor Bill
was rendered speechless.

"I was the one who dropped her phone into the toilet;

don't blame Sahara," I told him. "Sahara, this was fun. I don't often
get to have an adult conversation about the basis of Christianity. I do
appreciate your insights. I gotta go now. You two have a good evening and I
guess I'll see you on Wednesday night, Sahara. Bill, I'll see you on
Sunday."

"I doubt you will be seeing my wife again," Bill

finally ground out.

"Sahara, please give me and your husband a moment

alone?" I asked her.

"Of course, Zane, and thank you again for an

intellectually stimulating night," was her own way at rebelling. I could
tell ol' Bill didn't appreciate her pleasant tone to me one bit. When she had
moved out of sight I leaned into my so-called religious leader.

"Bill," I whispered to him, "between you, me

and God, if something happens to Sahara, I'm giving you one year and a day,
then they'll never find your body. You know the kind of low-lifes I hang out
with. I'm not bluffing. The only other injustice will be that you won't suffer
nearly enough. Am I absolutely fucking clear?"

"I'm not afraid of you, you sleazy scumbag punk,"

he hissed.

"Whatever, Bill, but you might want to know that the

circuit board for your home security system is manufactured by a company I
own," I lied. I had no idea if there was a circuit board for his system or
who the hell manufactured it, but I was pretty sure he didn't know either.

Bill and I were at an impasse. He was a bully and a liar who

was used to manipulating people using both other people's faith and sins to get
what he wanted. My advantage was that I was well known to be willing to inflict
pain to get what I wanted (I just wanted to protect my ladies) and he was
averse to actual physical confrontation.

Belle brought a whole new definition to the conflict at

First Anointed Free-willed Fellowship of Christ Church. There were a growing
number of people willing to resist the order Bill had crafted for his own
power. Now people defied him and the normal techniques of censor had little
effect. His best hope was that Zane Braxton would get hung in another bizarre
encounter and remove himself from the equation without Bill's interference.
That was his hope, anyway.

ON The CRUX OF CHANGE

"Hey, Briana," I told my buddy from Colorado

State. I was standing outside the door that led to my floor once more.

"Hey, Future Slave to my Desires," she giggled

back. She was a whole lot more playful than the last time we'd talked.

"Gak!" I played with her. "I'm pleased to

find you in higher spirits tonight. I hope that means you are doing
better?"

"Actually, I had a freaky weekend," she sighed.

"I met my boyfriend's other girlfriend, it was a totally psycho-girlfriend
moment too. She came at me when I was training with some sisters for a 5K run.
She appeared in the parking lot and started screaming at me. It was scary. I
had three sisters and she brought two wacked-out friends. A pair of off-duty firemen
broke it up; sadly, one is married and the other is gay."

"Briana, I have a confession: I'm a gay man in denial

and I'm tired of hiding the real me," I stated sincerely. Briana's
laughter rocketed through the connection, followed by some off-screen conversation,
then the phone being handed around.

"If you want that lie to be believable, tell us you are

secretly a lesbian," Jarunee snickered at me in her native Thai tongue.

"Give me a second and I'll come up with something more

believable," I chuckled back in the same lingo. "How have you
been?"

"Pretty good; better than you since that little Korean

girl wiped your ass all over the mats," she responded in English.

"Okay, she's not so little, and I have it on good

authority she was a champion on the Tijuana Midget Fighting Circuit while still
in preschool," I covered my ass, then a fear began clawing its way inside
me. "Is there any suggestion that she and I may have gone to bed
together?"

"Of course; this morning's upload," Jarunee

informed me.

"Oh, in that case, please tell the rest of the Kappa

Sigmas that I won't be doing Spring Break after all," I groaned.

"What, why?" Jarunee gulped, wondering what she'd

done wrong.

"Her dad is going to kill me," I related jokingly.

"I won't make it to the end of this semester, much less to March. It was a
nice dream, though."

"Are you serious?" Jarunee worried.

"Apparently Hope's, that's Hope Song who kicked my ass,

father is some sort of a South Korean superman who eats two-bit punks like me
for breakfast," I shrugged.

"It can't be, and the phone was taken away.

"Oh, my God! Was that one of Yeong Song's daughters you

banged that can now be seen all over the internet?" a different girl
babbled. "You really are a dead man."

"Ooo-kayyy, who are you, by the way? I'm Zane," I

started off.

"Sorry. I'm Chrissy and my father is in the Navy and he

does, stuff. I don't know how bad that man is but I've seen SEALs scramble to
get out of that man's way faster than they would for any admiral."

"What? That's absurd," I joked. "No one is

that much of a bad-ass." Except for Gabrielle Black, I am so going to die
at this man's hands, aren't I?

"All I know is that the Navy decided it was safer to

put him up at our house as opposed to a motel. Mom got upset because apparently
the North Korean government put a huge bounty on his head since he killed so
many of their Special Forces guys, no lie."

I said nothing for the longest time.

"Maybe he'll think I'm good son-in-law material,"

I tried to sound upbeat.

"Yes," Chrissy tried to sound positive as well. I,

of course, was desperately trying to remember how many times I had made Hope
suck my cock, and our discussion of anal sex wasn't worth mentioning. Curling
up into a fetal ball wouldn't do anyone any good either.

"Very well, Chrissy. Can I talk to Briana one more

time?" I asked.

"Of course, Zane, and don't worry; the whole Kappa

Sigma Sorority will start working on this problem. We will figure out
something," she assured me.

"Hey, guy," Briana sounded apprehensive, "are

you going to be okay?"

"Babe, it is just another day ending in 'y'. I've got

this," I said confidently. "Good night, now."

Briana said her good-byes and I took a moment to get my

thoughts together before heading upstairs. It turned out I had over seventy
ladies in my place, none more surprising than Coach Dana Gorman. She was paired
with Valarie against Millicent and Raven in what looked like a close match up
on the pool table.

Another totally bizarre image was Vivian and Rio laying

stomach first on the floor near one of the TV's, calves kicking in the air with
Vivian helping Rio with something oddly akin to schoolwork. Mercy, Opal,
Brandi, and Brigit were gathered around the closest table having formed some
sort of study group as well. Magically enough, in the twilight of my life (no,
I am not over-reacting!) it is good to see one of my plans actually work in
almost the way I had intended.

No one had noticed me arrive so I turned to go to the drink

bar, and walked right into Paige.

"Hi!" she squealed in excited delight. Her tight

little albino body vibrated with orgasmic energy.

"Hey, Babe," I kissed her on the lips lightly. She

kept her hands tightly clasped behind her back.

"You don't smell like sex," she grinned.

"I went out to eat with the preacher's wife,

Paige," I groaned. "Not every date is an inevitable sexual hook-up.
We had a nice meal and talked about our church, morality, and religion, honest
to God."

"I believe you," Paige wouldn't stop grinning.

"Cordelia is in your room, waiting for you, and thank you, thank you,
thank you." Paige was undoubtedly ecstatic over the red marker on
Cordelia's face that read 'Paige is smarter'. To see that was one of Paige's
deepest desires.

Cordelia was working away on her tablet as I slipped into my

room. She was fully on my sleeping stage, lying on her back and tablet held up
over her head as she worked on it.

"Hello, Zane," Cordelia said. "I like your

place; it is very you."

"Cordelia," I managed to say back in a civil

tongue. "Did you know who Yeong Song is?"

"Of course I do," Cordelia answered without

looking away from her work. I didn't say too much because I had little polite
to say to the girl at the moment. After a minute she finished up working on her
computer, put it down, propped herself up on her elbows, and smiled my way. Her
pigtails swayed as she looked me over. "You are upset," she noted.

"Why are you here?" I inquired curtly.

"Oh, now we are in the 'you are angry with me but doing

an admirable job controlling your violent impulses and going to reduce your
interactions with me yet not going to let me alter your lifestyle in any way'
phase," Cordelia sighed.

"I am not fighting the fact that you are the smartest

person on campus, maybe the smartest person I've ever met, but I think we are
done playing around. When I drive out of these gates for the last time four
years from now, I'm going to forget you and go on with my life," I told
her. Cordelia smirked, then laughed.

"Zane, I made you, you are my creation," she

giggled. I was about to get pissed, then I got another boot to the head.
"I was drawn to your family's tragic death years ago, saw your return to
the United States as an excellent opportunity for us both, created several
identities, talked to your aunt on-line about FFU, altered the admissions
software so your application would be accepted, and made sure your medical
records weren't examined until you were on campus."

"You put me and Rio together," I pieced together;

Cordelia nodded.

"Iona?"

"Ah, she's loyal to you, but it was easy enough to put

her in your class. She is the type of girl who runs across traffic to save a
turtle crossing the road," Cordelia smiled. "I knew she'd rally to
your side, just like I knew that would be enough to keep you here until other
events unfolded," she seemed terribly pleased.

"Now the sorority and Christina are all you as well as

the run-ins with the law, but you are my weapon to use on this campus, Zane. I
could never beat Chancellor Bazz without creating a scandal that would break
the school apart," she informed me. "Your rebellion was a possibility
I explored but your ability to enlist Christina and the freshmen wasn't
something I could facilitate; again, that was all your doing."

"I have respected you and Heaven," Cordelia

pointed out.

"Because Christina and I would kill you," I

countered.

"No; I kept her secret because I am not needlessly

cruel," she said. I almost believed it.

"Wrong, Cordelia; you didn't betray Heaven because

Christina and I would leave FFU," I stated. "Your game would fall
apart; not because either one of us is special but because you don't like
playing with dumb people, there is no challenge to it."

Cordelia's smile only got wider.

"You don't disappoint," she remarked, without a

hint of shame or guilt. "Am I forgiven?" It occurred to me that no
matter how absurd on the surface, Cordelia wanted someone to know and, in a
way, understand her genius.

"I think we may be past that," I murmured.

"How about this; the Time Lord Mafia needs, I need your

help," she confessed, but I was wary.

"When Ms. Black came here I was suspicious that her

record was too clean," Cordelia related, "so when you gave me that
warning, I began digging very carefully. Well, this morning something
happened."

"Oh, crap," I muttered. "How bad and how

likely is it that you will be tracked back to here?"

"I set up a blind station in Lima, Peru," she said

matter-of-factly, "all paid for in cash by people who don't know the real
me. I had surveillance on the place as standard practice. Late last night, Lima
time, three armed men broke into the small room and tore the place up."

"Who were they?" I was now more intrigued.

"They spoke perfect Spanish so I had no clue until one

of them screwed up and a cheap shelf fell on him. He cursed in Hebrew."
Cordelia exhibited real shock. "They were Mossad. I check up on some other
stuff and I really think they are Israeli intelligence."

What in the hell was Mossad doing hunting Gabrielle? What

the hell was the only guy in an all-girls university doing getting involved
with all this? Fuck it all, I'm a horny eighteen-year-old boy with more
girlfriends than any two sane men would want. Wasn't talking to yourself one of
the signs of mental instability?

I was saved by the phone, sort of.

"Zane, this is Doctor Scarlett," the Vice

Chancellor said, "I am at your door and I need to come up and talk to you
for a bit."

"Of course, Doctor Scarlett," I responded as I

caught Cordelia's eye. I hung up and the two of us headed into the main area.

As soon as we exited the screens, Cordelia went toward the

closest group of students to warn them and I travelled down the stairs.

"Hey, Doctor," I greeted my latest guest. I

screened the keypad from her view, asked the system for a new password, and
read it off to her as it popped up. Doctor Scarlett reentered the code and had
it scan her thumbprint without comment.

"Thank you, Zane," Victoria greeted me politely.

"I would like to see your domicile as well, if that is convenient."

"Sure thing," I told her. "We have about

forty-five minutes before curfew so it's pretty occupied."

"It is your room," she nodded. "I have every

reason to believe you are responsible with its use." I wouldn't say that,
but then in the past five minutes my life had gone to hell anyway, and I had to
put up a good face until bedtime.

"Ah, the pictures I've seen do not do the view justice,

Mr. Braxton," Doctor Scarlett exhaled.

"Relax, take a walk around, and/or help yourself to

some food, Doc," I offered.

"After nine o'clock you may call me Victoria,

Zane," she allowed in return. I was a little stunned. No one seemed
overjoyed that Victoria was here but they weren't stampeding toward the door
either.

"You provide a great deal of stability," she told

me softly. "Your presence provides your guests with a sense of peace and
safety."

"Perhaps you missed Coach Gorman giving two of your

students pool lessons right over there?" I suggested.

"Dana is your guest too, though I doubt her mood is

swayed one way or another by your sense of calm," she grinned, then was
brought up short. "Zane, there are two women in, bikinis in your, "

"It is a hot tub," I provided the identification,

"and I also provide the swim suits for those who need them."

Victoria stared at me for a few seconds and I could sense

her ready to finally explode on me with some righteous rage toward my overtly
sexual ways.

"Why would you have women's swimsuits?" she asked

patiently.

"I have one-pieces as well," I responded.

"What would be the point of installing a hot tub, showers, and a sauna if
I don't also supply the girls with swimsuits and towels?"

Those words put her back on an even keel. Still --

"Doc, I have women coming in my second-story bedroom

window back home in the middle of the night for the purposes of sexual
intercourse," I sighed. "I hardly need to give students here
revealing clothing to feed any vicarious thrill. Do you want a suit to take a
dip?"

"Let me think about that," she replied quickly.

"How long does it take you to obtain a girl a suit?"

"I have a suit for you already; you are virtually

Vivian's size. And I even have one in red if that is your preference," I
said.

"Do you really want me to be in a red bikini?" she

wondered. It was a trick question.

"It is a one-piece, and all I want is for you to be as

happy as you can be without trampling on the aspirations of others," I
answered.

"So you feel responsible for all the girls at this

school," she stated. It took me a moment to realize this was a statement,
not a question.

"Good night, Zane," Victoria smiled. "Good

night, ladies," she called out to the room. A chorus of 'good night's' were
returned. She disappeared down the stairs and I felt a deep desire to be alone.
Peace and quiet sounded good, yeah, I know.

"Bro?" Rio snuck up on me. She gave me a quick

once-over, then tenderly wove her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly.

"I'm okay, Rio," I muttered.

"Don't lie to me," she squeezed me tighter.

"Trust me; I know that desperate, hopeless look well and I can see it
creeping up behind your eyes. Zane, I don't know what's wrong and I'm not going
to ask, but I want you to know that I'm here for you." I tilted my upper
body back and met her gaze.

"Who are you and what have you done to my Rio?" I

grinned weakly.

"Hey," she remained scarily compassionate,

"you've soaked up my pain often enough. It is about time you let me carry
some of yours."

"What can I do?" Iona wiggled up to my side. A

further miracle was delivered when Paige appeared within my field of vision at
over five feet away.

"Guys, do you think I can have the night to myself? I

need to work out things in my head," I begged.

"Consider it done," Rio and Iona stated together.

Iona departed to spread the word. Rio departed as well, but doubled back to
give me another hug.

"Zane, don't leave me," she whispered into my

chest.

"Three seconds ago I was going to knock you out, roll you

up in a blanket, and take you with me when I scaled the walls and ran
home," I sighed. "To the bitter end," I gave Rio's and my own
little motto.

"To the bitter end," she mumbled back. After that,

going to bed was surprisingly easy.

"Zane," Gabrielle greeted me with a ghostly voice.

I had called her and said we needed to talk.

"Someone did some poking around on you," I told

her, "and as a result, three Mossad agents broke into a false station they
had in Peru. Is there anything we need to know about why Israeli Intelligence
sent three armed men looking for you?"

"Three," she mused. "The back-up squad was

outside. Since you made no mention of a grenade, I assume they wanted me alive.
What are the odds of them tracing the search back to Freedom Fellowship?"
As she talked, she sat down on the bed next to me, next to my hip.

"Since I have no clue as to what resources they can

bring to bear, I would feel safe enough remaining here if they were after
me," I answered. "What's your next move?" For a reason that went
way beyond insane, I suddenly didn't want her to leave.

"I wait. I do not have infinite exit plans or

resources," she told me.

"You are taking this awful well," I noted.

"As opposed to wasting energy becoming pointlessly

annoyed? You will keep me apprised of further developments," she commanded
then rose to leave.

"Gabrielle, do you know a guy named Yeong Song?" I

blurted out.

"I know of him but I've never met him," she

stopped and regarded me.

"Do you know that Hope Song is his daughter?" I

asked.

"Yes," she kept her reply short.

"I kinda-sorta had sex with her and it ended up on the

internet," I informed her.

"You are a dead man," she informed me with her

patented deadpan style.

"How tough is he?" I went fishing.

"He'll kill you, it is a foregone conclusion. His

abilities worry me and you couldn't even deal with his daughter, so I suggest
you leave campus when he comes," she said.

"Are you saying I should run for it?" I inquired.

"No; I am telling you not to bring a homicide

investigation to this campus," she explained. "It would inconvenience
me."

"Yeah, I see how me bleeding all over my dorm room

would seriously degrade our relationship, and since I'm the closest thing you
have to a friend, I would understand your deep sense of disappointment in
me," I nodded.

"I don't suppose he'd accept me as her

boyfriend/fianc ?" I joked.

"He might; you are very brave and occasionally

martially inspired, and since he trains people in a strong warrior ethos, he
might find you acceptable," she reasoned. "Besides, that plan beats
the odds of you taking him in a fight." I blinked.

"Did, did you just make a joke?" I sounded

incredulous.

"I am a human being, Zane," she reminded me, still

devoid of emotion. She took a few more steps toward the exit but abruptly
turned and took three steps back and regarded me with curiosity.

"Yes?" I worried.

"You are alone, in bed," she stated thoughtfully.

"I can't decide if it is unsettling or intriguing."

"Well you are in a serious break-up phase so I'm not

going to go anywhere near sex, but if you want to sit down and talk for a bit,
we are not likely to be handed a better opportunity," I offered.

Gabrielle stepped onto the platform, moved to the middle and

sat down cross-legged.

"What do you want to talk about?" she asked. Man-oh-man,

she had to be hard-up for company.

"When you were a kid, what did you want to be?" I

began. "I wanted to be an archeologist."

"I wanted to be a dragon-rider," she said in a

dream-like state.

"Western or Eastern dragon?" I wondered.

"Western, hexipede; green scales with a silver

sheen," she clarified; four legs and wings; right out of a fantasy novel.
That was pretty much where we started, with vacated dreams and the odd quirks
of youth.

We didn't discuss the real world or relationships because the

important thing was that Gabrielle had never experienced a sleep-over with
girls her age, much less boys. I soon learned that she'd never been a
girlie-girl, even her idealized images being warrior-princesses or dark
sorceresses with power over the undead.

A recurring theme was that she always had a guardian/ally

who watched over her and I always came home in triumph. We went over our best
and worst come-on experiences. She won: some Swedish millionaire literally kept
throwing euros at her until she broke his nose. I related my first solo
encounter with Chancellor Bazz. She laughed at me, a ghostly hollow sound.

I stifled a yawn, which Gabrielle saw as her signal to get

up and leave with a single nod by way of saying good-bye. I was out like a
light seconds later.

TOWARD The LIGHT of DAY

I felt the body slide into bed next to me under the covers.

The very movement of the bed told me who it was before I opened my eyes.

"How are ya, Love?" Barbie Lynn whispered to me

once she saw that I was awake. "If ya just wanna cuddle, I'll be fine with
that."

"Did someone tell you that I was upset?" I

responded.

"Zane, a dozen of us picked up on your being terribly

unhappy and made sure you were left alone," she related. That implied no
one had marked Gabrielle's passage. In the night I felt like I had passed all
the madness of the past few weeks and I was now receiving a second chance; the
gift of starting over. And I could start over with Barbie Lynn.

"Come here, Angel," I murmured, as I reached out

and drew my blonde salvation into my embrace. I soon worked her on top of me,
her breasts pressing down and over my chest, feeling so warm and tickling where
her very hard nipples dug in. We kissed and kissed, both deeply and with
flutters. I felt myself heading toward a Mandy Moore movie right up to my hand
touching the cleft of Barbie Lynn's ass.

"Barbie, what is this?" I inquired, as I tapped

her ass. She clearly looked ashamed.

"Trojan: Tingly Warmth," she confessed as she bit

her lower lip.

"So the 'wanna cuddle' was simply a lure to draw me

into sex?" I persisted. "I thought that was only a trick guys played
when they wanted to sneak sex up on a girl."

"Zane, I would never do, she started with such

heartfelt concern, then, "You are playing with me," she smiled. I
gave her a lusty grin to match her own.

"I think I've been playing with you, and you with me,

since I showed up on campus, Barbie Lynn," I teased her both verbally and
physically. I slowly smoothed her advance up my body.

As Barbie Lynn moved, she planted her palms on my shoulders

and pushed up so that her gorgeous, half-tanned melons dangled tantalizingly
close to my face and she knew it. I kept kneading and massaging her scrumptious
ass cheeks. Barbie began taking purposefully deep breaths and rocking from side
to side at the point where my cock passed under her cunt.

Her next move was to place one hand behind her back, stroke

my cock shaft a few times and then maneuvered it to her sphincter. She drew
forth a joyous gasp as she poised her hips to drive my tool into her depths.

"Hey, Zane Braxton," she purred, "let's step

back from everything a moment. All we have is right now, you and me."

I didn't respond with words; I began fondling her mammary,

flicking her nipples and groping them from areola to base. When she leaned down
for a kiss, I had to tilt my head back to meet her lips. That was the moment
she chose to force my cock into her rectum. Her earthy moan passed into my
mouth with an intoxicating tremor.

A steady process of wiggling and force left Barbie Lynn gyrating

her hips against my groin but she hadn't taken enough of me in yet. She pushed
her torso into an upright position, taking even more of my rod into her ass.
Her last little bit of magic had her arching back and working that final
centimeter or so in as well.

"Oh, sweet Lord," Barbie Lynn moaned. "I want

to remember this forever." For my part, I directed one hand to her hip to
stroke up and down her waist, hip, and thigh while the other rested on her
pubic mound. She made a few tentative flexes of the thighs to move my cock in
and out of her bottom. I responded by caressing my ring finger on her clit. My
lower two fingers and thumb began to make incursions into her parted labia.

Barbie Lynn's juices began to moisten my lower stomach as

she rocked, rose, and fell. Her breathing was more forced and uneven as well.
She shot a look my way, her anal muscles gripped and massaged my cock, and she
had it throbbing in overdrive in seconds, best lover ever.

"What do you think of Chris Gilbert?" I snuck the

words into our activities.

"Umm," she panted. "He's a nice guy. Do you

think I should marry him?" Barbie was right on track with me.

"Yes. I think he's a brave man and he's open enough to

love and care for you," I answered.

"If I start seriously dating him, you and I have to

stop doing, she stated.

"Done sexually, but not done as friends," I

replied. "Barbie Lynn, you are the marrying kind. You want a husband, the
kids, and the nice house. You are too much of a nurturing individual to ever be
happy wondering what holding your own kids would have felt like. You and I know
we are not forever and I want to do the best for you that I can, as your friend
and lover."

"You do realize we are talking about me marrying a guy

we both like while you have your meaty man-pole up my caboose," she
snickered between increasingly desperate gasps.

"Meaty man-pole, caboose?" I groaned. "Where

do you come up with this stuff?"

"A thesaurus," she giggled.

"I, uh, I am really close to cumming, Angel," I

moaned. She was definitely turning the screws on my arousal, big time.

"Yeah, yeah, that's right," she wheezed.

"Give it to me, Honey. Shoot; shoot and keep shooting. I want you, to set
me on fire." She started pounding on me hard this time, ripples going up
her stomach and thighs while her breasts danced a violently erotic samba.

"Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me" she began

whimpering. I wanted to make our climax simultaneous but she was hitting all
the right spots. My scream was both far-reaching and intense. "Jesus Loves
Me!" Barbie Lynn followed me into orgasmic bliss. She swayed back and
forth beatifically before finally settling down on my chest.

"I really like knowing you," she sighed quietly. I

wanted to tell her the same but something happened.

"It's not what you know but who you know," I

whispered with sudden inspiration. That was Cordelia's game; to create a bridge
of contacts spreading out from here and camouflaged behind me and my
activities. There was only one problem with that theory.

"I think you know several wonderful things along with

several wonderful people," Barbie Lynn smiled dreamily up at me from my
chest. "It seems that something wonderful has gotten you excited
too," she referred to my reviving cock. "I want some of that."
Before I could think of much of anything, she had slid down my body and began
flopping my rod back and forth playfully letting it dance before her eyes.

"Yum, yum, yum, yum," she murmured over it before

letting my bulbous head slap against her tongue. It was so much stimulation
that it was virtually a relief when the blowjob finally began. Barbie Lynn was
taking a great joy in bopping my cockhead from cheek to cheek while arching her
eyebrows repeatedly at me. "Tasty," she mumbled, with my rod still in
her mouth.

"Zane, you need to be taking your shower soon,"

Vivian got out before stumbling to a stop as she regarded me and my sexual
partner. "Whoops, sorry, I thought you two were done."

"Out of the way," Rio burst into the scene,

muscling Vivian aside and with Mercy in tow. "I leave my junk here and,
Rio looked my way and grinned wickedly. "Hey, now! I like the look of
that." Rio had caught sight of Barbie's Lynn highly vulnerable backside.

"Mercy, get up there and take a cock-sucking

lesson," Rio spanked Mercy's ass and pushed her forward. Vivian threw up
her hands in exasperation but still managed to put aside her unease to come sit
by my pillow.

"If it helps your mood, Rio and Mercy read some C. S.

Lewis with me last night," Vivian told me as she brushed some of my hair
aside. I had to think about where I'd heard that name before.

"You had them reading Narnia?" I was somewhat

incredulous.

"No. He wrote much more than that but at least you are

only familiar with his children's work and not his pornographic writings,"
Vivian sighed.

"He wrote porn?" It isn't like I know every

pornographic story ever scribed but Lewis is famous. How did I miss that?

"No, he didn't," snickered Vivian, "but it is

good to see you are still capable of jumping straight into such an obvious trap."
Ha, ha, ha, wench.

While I'd been busy with Vivian, Mercy had come around the

center of the bed, gone onto her hands and knees perpendicular to my body, and
positioned her face inches from Barbie Lynn as the honey-blonde sucked me off.

Rio had snuck up on Barbie Lynn's behind, parted her thighs

wider, and began lapping at her cunt, causing my blonde angel to whimper in
need. The only more capable non-lesbian lesbian I'd met was Ms. Hudson Lane,
our school's lawyer. Rio had a talent for ferreting out what drove other women
crazy, both mentally (kind of an annoying thing) and physically (a good thing,
especially right now).

"Someone's got a nice happy ass here," Rio teased

between tonguing laps around Barbie Lynn's cunt. She stuck what I hoped was
only one finger in for starters while using her other hand to give Barbie's
rump a decidedly vigorous spank. Barbie Lynn jolted in surprise but reacted by
wiggling back.

"Second best rear view on campus," Rio mused,

"next to my Mercy's, of course." She said it so casually but I did
catch Mercy's pleasure at being first in her lover's mind. Barbie Lynn's happy
reaction to the situation was normal but Vivian's was less expected and showed
her growing acceptance to the sexually bizarre relationship the women in my life
had with me and each other.

"Now take hold of his shaft, get a solid feel for it,

then let your lips engulf the head," Barbie Lynn instructed Mercy on her
second cock-sucking adventure. Vivian was also taking notes; most likely for
use with her boyfriend when they next got together. I didn't know if I should
worry about the guy or be jealous of the good loving coming his way.

Mercy's lips felt better this time, more confident with

hardly any contact by her teeth. Mercy followed Barbie's directions closely,
only taking in the head and about an inch of shaft. She worked the rest of the
shaft with her hand in a strong and steady rhythm. It was so confident and
genuine, I felt comfortable in sitting up and working over Mercy's body as a
reward.

I soon had one hand warmly swirling her left breast while my

other echoed with several sharp spanks to Mercy's flank. She showed her
appreciation by pulling her mouth off my cock, kissing the head while giving me
a quick wink, then going back to her oral ministrations.

"Zane, wind up my toy for me," Rio slurped.

"I'm going to DP her in the shower and I want her ready for me. Help a
Brother out?" Groan; having to perform cunnilingus on a hot athletic chick
in the early morning, I don't know how much longer I can go on.

Wait, I hear a legion of guys who have sex once a week or

less coming to kill my arrogant, over-privileged, and vastly over-sexed self.
It's not like I don't have it coming.

"Mercy, would you please bring your beautiful ass my

way so I can have a taste?" I requested. Mercy was known for the alacrity
of her bedroom antics so I was blessed with a gorgeous view of the back of
Mercy's thighs, cunt, buttocks, and bunghole in a matter of seconds.

"Pay attention, ah, ah, Vivian and you might, ah, learn

something, ah, ah (SLAP!),  yelp, a thing, or two, to tell your,
boyfriend," Barbie Lynn worked out as Rio licked and spanked her.

"I'm not sure how looking at Mercy's naked posterior is

going to help me," Vivian retorted.

"I'll give you an oral tutorial, literally," I

explained. "That way you can tell him what to do when he goes down on
you."

"I'm not sure about that," Vivian countered.

"Huh?" Rio popped up from behind Barbie Lynn.

"Do you expect him to want a blowjob?"

"Yes," Vivian replied cautiously.

"Then he had better get that tongue ready to go,"

Rio insisted. "Fair is fair, and anything less than equal treatment is
just plain wrong." She followed that up by a violent tongue attack on
Barbie Lynn's cunt and anus. Barbie reacted by dropping her head and chest down
and biting my hip lightly.

"I may not need to repeat myself but I will for the

lesson; every woman is different with different textures, flavors, looks, and
erogenous zones," I began. "As I recall from a previous encounter,
Mercy likes, and I started to reacquaint myself with Mercy's middle third.
"Hey, baby," I coaxed Mercy along. I had a finger back to that spot
just up and inside her cunt that she had led me to not three weeks ago.

I was going at it and exploring new avenues of sensitivity

for Mercy when I felt a shadow in my periphery. Vivian had shifted along the
headboard until she could look right over my shoulder, sharing my view of
Mercy. I gave her a little exhibition of parting the labia with the tongue,
pulling on the same with my teeth and the multiple ways a tongue could be
superior to a finger.

The lessons would have continued except Mercy was an

excitable young lady. I gave her points for getting a better handle on her
orgasm since our last time together, as well as keeping my blowjob going until
Barbie Lynn could once more take over. First Mercy started breathing heavily
through the nose and then came the hiccups, followed by a kitten-like whimper
and finally, "Rio, Zane! Mother-Goddamn-Fuck!" she screamed.

I had little doubt Rio rammed a third finger into Barbie

Lynn's asshole and bit her clit because the blonde twitched, twitched again,
then a full-body spasm took over. She was in mid-suck on my cock with almost
half of it down her throat and a vacuum seal developed at the same time the trembles
vibrated my cock all over her mouth. It was a little painful; a lot
pleasurable.

The second Barbie Lynn's orgasm was assured, Rio knee-walked

rapidly to Mercy and began to kiss her rapidly all over her face and forced her
tongue down Mercy's throat. That little bit of shared passion kicked me over
the edge and I came again in less than ten minutes. I felt sixteen all over
again.

Barbie Lynn lifted her lips up at the last second before her

cheeks chipmunk-ed out as she wasn't yet in a place she could swallow. Rio had
pulled Mercy off me and onto her back then mounted her submissive 'toy' and
returned to kissing the hell out of her.

"Bad slut; bad, bad," Rio teased. "I turn

around and find you humping some guy and you didn't even get cash up
front."

Of course, she'd ordered Mercy to jump me, but Rio wasn't

the kind to let things like truth, facts, and reason get in the way of what she
said. She ran her hand down, over one of Mercy's breasts, and down to her
lover's cunt.

To be continued in part 24, By FinalStand for Literotica.

...more
View all episodesView all episodes
Download on the App Store
ExplicitNovelsBy Steamy Stories