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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 23

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

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

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"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

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