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Pain is either not knowing what it is or forgetting what it
was      

"Okay," I choked. "I only wanted one of you

bitches up here tonight so Heaven can stay but the rest of you have to
go." No one responded instantly.

"You don't tell me what to do, freshman," Heaven

said as she smacked me across my thigh. "Christina, let's get out of here;
I feel like getting something to eat, something else that is," she told
the Queen.

In the time it took Heaven to gather her clothes and get dressed,

the group was gone, and I was left wondering what the hell I'd stepped into. I
figured one guy and nine hundred girls, and I'd be living the dream. Only an
idiot would have assumed there would be no existing power structure, competing
sexual desires, or people less than happy with my cleverness. Suddenly, having
to survive three more days to the weekend seemed too much to ask.

Fighting for the Weekend.

I was slumped down on the floor against the wall when an

expensive pair of shoes came at me. Since my stomach and left side were well
acquainted with pain already I chose to block with both arms which hurt a
little bit less. This unnamed assailant pivoted back for another kick when
Heaven grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his head into a picture
above my head.

He dropped like the sack of shit that I'm sure he was. I was

struggling up when Cappadocia grabbed my wrist and helped me stand. Three more
guys stood between us and the bathroom door, outside of which a battle of the
sexes was starting to be waged; FFU vs. AKA fraternity. You may be wondering
how I ended up here; I sure am.

(I promise this will all make sense eventually)

Starting in the Past

The light tapping on my door broke my oral attention on

Barbie Lynn's right nipple. I kept frigging her with two fingers in her cunt
while I caught a quick look at the time. It was twelve-ten in the morning. Who
the hell?

"I need to check this out," I warned Barbie.

"What?" she wondered. "What's going on?"

"There is someone at the door and I think I know who it

is. I'll be right back," I explained. Barbie looked apprehensive for
obvious reasons. I grabbed a robe and headed down to the door as there was a
second rap at the door.

I swung the door open and there stood Rio.

"Hey, Bitch, are you going to make me wait out here or

what?" she teased me. I stood aside and followed her back to my bedroom.
Barbie had disappeared under the quilt and covers but I was careful to not sit
on her when I flopped onto the bed.

"What can I do for you?" I inquired of Rio.

"Keep it holstered, Cowboy," Rio laughed.

"Save that python for your playmate Barbie. Do remind her that if she
rides you too rough, she can break it off."

"I'll have you know she's the most gentle and sensitive

woman I've ever known," I countered with a grin of my own.

"Really?" she asked speculatively.

"Really," I affirmed.

"In that case, maybe you can give her to me for an

evening. I'd like to play with her; you know, a little light bondage, spanking,
and a dildo, vibrator or three," she asked suggestively.

"Is that all?" I asked.

"Of course, I'd put those succulent lips to good use

and I bet her tongue is to die for. I'd also love to chew on those massive
titties, bite her and mark her as my own," Rio added. "If she moans
like enough of a slut, I'll even eat her out too."

"If it somehow comes up in casual conversation I'll let

her know," I promised, while at the same time I resolved to actually have
a decent hiding place when I fixed things up.

"Don't do that," Rio insisted. "I'd rather

kidnap her, blindfolded, so that I can take her to a bar and hand her around
like a party favor."

"That's kind of cold," I cautioned her. "What

about her virginity?"

"There are all kinds of chastity belts I can fit her

with that leave her mouth and ass free," Rio regaled me. I really had no
idea but I didn't doubt it existed.

"Isn't that a bit harsh? What has Barbie Lynn ever done

to you?" I was curious to know.

"Barbie Lynn, she is a girl in need of a good, hard

fucking, regularly and repeatedly" She grinned like she was a female Loki,
Goddess of Mischief.

"If you think so, I guess I could tie her up and leave

her for you, bound and gagged in the trunk of my car. I'm sure when you get to
the bar you'll find some big strong men to take her out for you," I
outlined the plan. Rio desperately fought down her giggles.

"Well, that's given me some pleasant images to get to

bed with," Rio came over and kissed me on the cheek. "Give me that
sleeping bag and I'll catch some Zees."

"Sure, no problem. You know how I snore so if you hear

any noise coming from my bed, just ignore it," I winked.

"Okay. As long as nothing touches the floor, I'll be

fine," she assured me.

"What happens if something touches the floor?" I

had to ask. It was getting downright hilarious.

"I scream like a banshee. I was molested by a Chihuahua

when I was young and I've never gotten over it," Rio snickered.

"I will keep all my bits up on the bed, then. Now, get

squared away so we can get some sleep," I grinned. Rio laid out my
sleeping bag below the footboard and climbed inside.

"Good night, Zane," Rio yawned as I cut off the

light.

"Good night, Rio," I replied.

"Good night, Barbie Lynn," Rio giggled.

There was a long pause as a naked Barbie tensed up, then

wiggled up from beneath the bed coverings. She looked at me curiously then
crawled down on all fours to the foot of the bed. I was momentarily paralyzed
by the look of Barbie's entire rearview cast in the pale moonlight.

"How did you know I was here?" Barbie Lynn

questioned Rio.

"Unless Zane started sleeping with fifty pounds of

extra bedding, there was someone under the covers with him; then it was a
matter of figuring out who was the sexiest upperclassman who would take the
risk," Rio explained.

"So this whole talk about kidnapping me and taking me

to a bar was meant to scare me?" Barbie accused Rio, who snickered yet
again.

"Tell me, Barbie, did that get you hot or what? Be

honest now," Rio challenged her. Barbie Lynn flushed furiously and looked
over her shoulder at me, trying to gauge her words to my reaction.

I moved up behind her, kissing from the small of her back

then forward while my hand rubbed along her ass and flanks. She kept her eyes
on me until my hand cupped her sex, at which point her eyes shut and her breathing
increased.

"Oh, Barbie Lynn sighed as she let her legs part and

her cunt went from damp to dripping.

"If Zane was with me, I'd feel safe," Barbie

stammered nervously. "He'd not let anything bad happen to me, but I'd like
to, just a little." I'd never tied a girl up before now, I'd never really
wanted to, but taking in all of Barbie right at the moment, I made a note of
consorting with my sorority friends about what to use when the opportunity
presented itself.

Two fingers in, two fingers out, two fingers in, two fingers

out, one finger in her cunt and one in her ass. Barbie shuddered deliciously.

"You two fuck your brains out," grumbled Rio.

"I'll lie here and try to get some sleep."

"Good, good, good luck with that," panted Barbie

Lynn, "I'm a real screamer," and she really was.

"I swear, if one more girl had climbed into that shower

with you, I was going to tape on a stun gun in the on setting and toss it
in," Rio joked.

"A, you don't have a stun gun, and B, the floor was so

wet you would have stunned yourself too," I pointed out.

"Threaten me not with logic, dumbass," Rio

chuckled.

"Fine. Not that I mind your company but, don't you have

to get dressed?" I groaned.

"Do you think anyone would notice if I went to class

naked today?" Rio wondered.

"Notice, yes; make you the target of a direct-to-video

lesbian gangbang porn flick, yes too," I taunted her.

"Damn it, Zane," Rio squawked, "you've tapped

into my secret fantasy!"

"Save it for your creative writing assignment in

English class," I nudged her. "Now seriously, I need to get dressed
and so do you." Rio's exaggerated frown only made me chuckle harder but I
did manage to shush her out.

I sang my way to breakfast, literally. The latest demand of

my Handmaiden's Duty was a rendition of 'Call Me Maybe' which garnered us quite
an audience if not accolades for my proficiency. Rio tried to record me on her
phone but an observant junior picked Rio for a piggy back ride. Iona hovered
closely to Barbie Lynn again, which kept her safe.

Christina snatched us on the way to Assembly. One look told

me things had gone horribly wrong but I didn't know why. She picked me and when
I protested (a junior named Sybil had pre-ordered my services) Heaven grabbed
Iona as a clear threat to me. Chastity hijacked Rio before she could throw her
food tray on Christina's head but I admired my buddy's fanaticism and loyalty.

"I'm with Sybil," I tried to explain, but that

girl did a quick disappearing act. "Okay, then, what do you want me to
do?"

"We seem to have this little disagreement about you

thinking you can dictate my behavior," she smiled sweetly, "so I'm
going to be monopolizing your time for the rest of the semester."

Iona groaned and I was afraid Rio would do something stupid.

"Zane, I want you to carry my books to my next class,"

which didn't sound too bad but, "on your knees," she gloated,
"but I'll, "

"You conceited bitch!" snapped Rio.

"Stop it!" I growled back to Rio angrily enough to

stop her. "This is what they want."

"Hmm, Christina contemplated, "I was going to

allow you to crawl on the grass but now I think you will do it on the
walkway." Crawling all that way on bricks would be painful to say the
least.

"Now I think we'll have Rio do it," she continued.

I waved Rio to silence. "As I remember you have this noble streak so I'm
going to give you the option of you traveling on the bricks or letting Rio do
it." It was some horrible sick joke and I knew the results before I spoke.

"I'll do it," I answered, but again, I knew it was

useless.

"Agreed," Christina handed me her book bag while

Heaven did the same to Rio, "Rio can take the walkway and I'll let you
take the grass." She waited for my response.

"What; no repose? No protests? No rants?" she

questioned.

"That's not where my mind is at, Christina. You just

keep digging a deeper hole. I'll bury you in it; how you crawl back out is your
business," I shrugged.

"I understand, Zane. Faith, give your books to Iona.

She can share the walkway with Rio," Christina ordered. Again I had to
stop Rio from erupting; there was nothing I could do. We were boned in this
bizarre institution's humiliating ritual.

"Zane will take the walkway on his knees, Rio can do

the same on the grass, and Iona can carry the rest of our books," Chastity
announced out of the blue.

"Chastity?" Christina questioned her rebellious

minion.

"They get the point," Chastity suggested.

"I'm with Chastity," Hope declared.

"I'll explain when we get outside," Chastity all

but begged.

I had to scratch megalomania off my list of possible

character flaws of Christina; she motioned our little troupe to proceed and
made no protests when we freshmen took up our duties. Rio and I had to cover
two hundred feet on our knees; I flashed Rio a vicious, confident grin. She
grinned back and mouthed 'Fuck all the bitches,' which made me chuckle.

"What is so funny?" growled Heaven.

"Your skirt is caught in your underwear so every time

you step left your skirt rides up," I lied convincingly. Heaven reached
around and tried to straighten out the nonexistent problem.

"Heaven, he's playing you," Hope intervened.

Heaven's eyes rained fiery death down on me.

"Who is digging themselves a deeper hole now?"

Christina taunted me.

"I accept that Heaven is going to get her due and I'm

fine with that. Of course, when I finally bring you to your knees, I know that
look on your face is going to be priceless," I glared back.

"You are also not going to see Barbie Lynn outside of

official business," Christina informed me.

"I'll give your suggestion all the merit it

deserves," I smiled.

"That is not a suggestion, and if you do see her again,

she will be expelled and a letter of explanation will be sent to her parents
and fianc ," Christina said intently. That brought me up short. "I'm
not going to mention you, Zane. She'll go down but you will remain scot
free."

"Why are you doing this to him?" Iona murmured.

"He needs to learn his lesson," Faith whispered to

her.

"Oh," the normally timid freshman responded,

"is that what this is? He is so going to own all of you if this is the
best you've got." Hope burst out in laughter at the mouse's challenge.

The ordeal was over for the period but resumed when class

let out again. Iona's schedule was in shambles because Christina had let word
get out that Rio and I were out of bounds for anyone else in the school. By the
time I went to Archery, my slacks were torn and my knees were bleeding.
Chastity did what she could do as my Team Captain but then I was back on my
knees heading to Karate.

In an abstract way my teammates in Karate knew what was happening

to me but when they saw that I could barely move without wincing in pain, they
became conflicted. Coach Dana was nice enough to offer to take me to the
Chancellor so I could quit and end my suffering. I opted for letting my
teammates in the second squad beat me up instead.

The only hard part about my dinner plans was the reality

that I was the only boy on campus. No one would confuse me with any other
student so sneaking off to my dorm was impossible. The answer to my dilemma
should have been obvious to Christina, glaring obvious. As it was, I had to get
Christina's reaction secondhand as Rio, Iona, and I were cruising into town in
my car with civilian clothes helpfully provided by my secret ally.

Rio groaned sarcastically when we arrived at our destination

where Iona clapped her hands in glee. My argument was that everyone liked ice
cream and, while Rio declared the whole endeavor to be juvenile, that didn't
stop her from ordering three scopes with whipped cream and sprinkles.

I was paying for our outing when three girls walked in.

"Zane?" the third girl asked. I took her in only

long enough to know she looked better in a swim suit.

"Hey, Leigh," I grinned. "You look even

better with clothes on."

Leigh gave a hearty laugh while her companions tried to make

sense of the situation.

"The Zane?" the lead woman inquired. I looked at

her quizzically. "Zane, our next door neighbor?" How had I suddenly
become famous enough to earn a 'The' in front of my name?

"Sure, that's me. I've been at school but that's my house,"

I responded.

"This is Tawny Flores, our chapter President, and my

sister Ricky Frasier," Leigh said.

"Rio Talon, my ex-roommate, and Iona Becket, my cohort

in crime," I offered.

"Sorority chicks? Seriously, Zane, you need to start

raising the bar on the quality of women you hang out with," joked Rio.
That went over like a lead balloon.

"Your girlfriend is a bit jealous," Leigh broke

the silence.

"I'm not his girlfriend," Rio grinned viciously.

"I prefer boys who've reached puberty."

"Tawny, Ricky, and Leigh, I apologize for Rio. We've

had some issues with upperclassmen all day long and it has left some of us
crankier than others," I said.

"Things can be rough for freshmen; we understand,"

Tawny allowed as she eyed me speculatively.

"How about I buy you all some cones?" I offered in

return.

"We are not here for ice cream, or ice cream in

cones," Leigh explained. "We have a party Saturday night, our first
of the semester, and we need to place an order for a few gallons."

"Cool. I hope you ladies have a blast," I nodded

as I moved to join Rio and Iona, letting the sorority girls move to the counter
and make their order. They eventually did get some cones and came our way.

"Horny sluts at seven o'clock," whispered Rio as

they approached me from the rear.

"Zane," Tawny smiled down at me, "are you

rushing a fraternity?" Rio snorted in derision.

"Zane couldn't rush a fraternity," Rio explained.

"It would tragically cut down on his time with all his girlfriends."
The three older women gazed at me, looking for the punch line.

"Here you go," Iona stated, holding up her phone

to Tawny. "This is Barbie Lynn, Christina, Chastity, Brandi, Hope,
Cappadocia, Opal, she continued to go down the list of women in my life as
well as displaying their pictures. The ladies went from skeptical to confused
to impressed.

"You are sleeping with all these girls, in your first

three days of school?" Leigh wondered.

"No," Rio pre-empted, "he hasn't actually had

sex with all of them. That's silly. The magic thing is how often he gets them
to orgasm. What's your record, Zane?"

"It is not a contest," I protested.

"Oh, come on," Tawny urged me playfully.

"Ugh, fine. Seven, but she's really sensitive and

responsive, we mesh well," I answered. I'm not sure how many of them got
past me saying the number '7'.

"Are you going to be home this weekend?" Leigh

inquired suddenly.

"Planning on it," I replied.

"Well, why don't you come by Saturday night,

then," Tawny suggested, "unless you are afraid of a little
competition." Seeing my uncertainty, she added, "We are having our
brother fraternity Alpha Kappa Alpha over for the party. The guy/girl ratio
should be two-to-one so I can't promise you any time."

"Oh," I shrugged. "Do you want me to bring a

friend or two?"

"Sure," Tawny grinned, "but make sure to keep

an eye on them. The boys of AKA are pretty aggressive."

"I'll make sure to only bring the grown-ups," I

laughed. We were all still chuckling when we broke up for the evening.

I Love Pushing Boulders Uphill

"Did you sleep well?" Christina greeted me. Since

I'd been Barbie-free last night I had to frown.

"Thanks for asking," I shrugged. "I slept

like a baby. Honestly, I'd expected a little more creativity from you, not this
simplistic jack-booted thuggery. Please try to keep my interest today if you can."

"Ah, the smell of burning bitch-flesh," Rio

giggled, unleashing her sadomasochistic impulses. Christina didn't rise to the
bait.

"Let's get some breakfast, on your knees you two,"

she commanded. Clearly their plan for us involved attrition.

During breakfast the idea was to keep us apart, but they

apparently forgot we'd all graduated kindergarten. We wandered around like loss
little lambs and came to our collision from different angles. My only real
worry was that Iona would chicken out since she had always been the good girl.
She even sold the slip and spill well. This time Hope was the recipient of our
hate and she looked quite fetching covered in grits, eggs, melons, and bacon.

The miraculous thing was that the kitchen let us reload.

Chastity almost dodged the bullet but we nailed her pretty good as well. As we
headed out for our first class, Rio and I on our knees, she turned to me
grinning like a maniac.

"I am so looking forward to lunch," she told me.

"Really? So am I. I'm going to get the soup," I

chuckled.

"Oh, soup. I like soup. I may get two bowls," Rio

exulted. There wasn't time to warn Rio, I had to act, so I threw myself on Rio
and took Heaven's kick to the ribs myself.

"Heaven!" Christina shouted, but it was too late.

I hurt like hell but I was damned if I was going to show it.

Rio looked up at me and rapidly put together what had

happened. Before she could explode I prodded her.

"I hope the croutons in the salad are extra hard,"

I wheezed.

"Zane," Rio whispered, worried about my

well-being.

"Give them nothing," I winked. "We know what

low-life pieces of shit they are now. Give them nothing." Rio nodded and
got back on her knees.

"Zane, I'm sorry," Christina said softly. I looked

up her and projected my most indifferent expression.

"Can we get this over with? You bore me," I

sneered at Christina. She snorted and shook her head.

"Take my books to class, Zane," she commanded, and

I headed off. They took Rio and Iona off in another direction.

I was bleeding by the time I kneeled my way to lunch. Sadly,

Team Christina was vigilant so we had to settle for a few bites sitting up
against a wall before a Dorm Mother directed us to separate seats. We buried
her in soup and crotons for her efforts, then apologized profusely. Doctor
Burns chastised and lectured us about good Christian virtues. The senile old
bastard almost let us go back for seconds but a different Dorm Mother pointed
out the danger just in time.

The craziest thing was that they let me go to Marksmanship

because it wasn't like I wanted to climb up on the water tower and take pot
shots with a high powered rifle at anyone; right?

"Let me bandage your knees," Hope asked me. I

looked to the rest of the class who couldn't bring themselves to meet my gaze,
then laughed.

"What is wrong with my knees?" I questioned. She

pointed out the holes in my pants and the blood still oozing out of my torn
flesh.

"Really. I hadn't noticed," I winced as I moved to

get my gear.

"You could get infected," Hope insisted.

"At what point do you think I lost faith in your

capacity for compassion, Hope?" I sighed. "Let's get to work. Inside
this class, you are the instructor; outside of this class, you sicken me."

I actually did pretty well working wind drift and

range-finding during the class and Hope gave me a mild compliment on my growing
proficiency. I listened but said nothing.

When the rest of the group dispersed, Hope held me back.

Heaven was waiting to make me crawl to her class.

"That was uncalled for," Hope insisted. "We

are only doing what we have to do."

"The failure of your courage is only eclipsed by your

lack of principles, Hope," I verbally slapped her which only made her
angrier. "Maybe you can put some weights in my back pack to make yourself
feel better, or would you rather sow the sidewalk with salt?" If Hope was
expecting me to back down, she was sorely disappointed.

"So, are you going to get revenge on me too?" she

mocked me. I looked mildly amused and insulted.

"Hope, you aren't worth my vengeance. You don't matter

to me. You are a tool, an obstacle, and nothing more and I have things that
actually matter and I need to concentrate on so if you would please get out of
my way, I believe Heaven wants to show me what an inhuman beast she can
be."

"You have to pay for that," Heaven growled at me as

I struggled along on all fours to Orienteering.

"Remember this moment, Heaven, because when I break

Christina, she is going to be crying out your name and you aren't going to be
able to do anything to help her, and after all she's done for you," I
taunted her.

That earned me two sharp kicks to the ribs to add to the one

I'd already had. I picked myself up and continued on our way. Orienteering was
brutal and I suffered a good deal of humiliation at Heaven's hands. I quietly
took it.

As if that wasn't enough, Heaven walked me to my study

period and Faith took me to the Dining Hall. Rio looked pretty brutal and Iona
had been crying but at least they'd been bandaged up. Ms. Goodswell came up to
me in the dinner line.

"You need to have someone look at those wounds. You

could also use a fresh pair of pants."

"There is nothing wrong with my knees," I said in

a bland monotone.

"You are bleeding into your socks, Zane," she

informed me. I looked down and nodded.

"Yes, that seems to be the case. Can I get my dinner now?"

I inquired calmly.

"No, Zane. Go to the Infirmary and get that taken care

of," Ms. Goodswell insisted.

"I invoke my right to refuse medical treatment due to

religious convictions," I grinned.

"Zane, you could develop permanent damage,"

Virginia warned me.

"No. You hypocrites can cripple me if you like but you

aren't pinning this on me. I don't recall wanting to walk anywhere on my knees.
I'm not going to quit though; if you want to get rid of me, you will have to
become more inventive than this," I told her. When she didn't reply I went
back to my place in line.

Christina tagged me heading toward the dorm. Chastity had

Rio and Faith had Iona.

"What do you think we'll have for breakfast?" Rio

joked.

"Keep quiet," Christina cautioned us.

"I'm hoping for corned beef hash covered in

ketchup," I responded.

"I told you to be quiet," Christina ordered.

"Which one of us are you talking to?" Rio teased.

"I want milk and cereal," Iona suggested.

"Quiet," Faith told Iona with a hand on her

shoulder.

They decided that we should be getting back to our rooms to

study but the elevator wouldn't be necessary; we could take the stairs, on our
knees. I wasn't sure Iona could make it; she was the shortest and weakest of
us. But it turned out I needn't have bothered. We opened the door to the
stairwell and there stood Barbie Lynn.

"I've got it from here," she told Christina and

company cheerfully. The idea that Barbie Lynn was here to save me was kind of
funny.

"That is not how it works," Christina informed

her.

"No, Christina, read the Handbook. My dorm, my rules,

and my rules say that if you don't belong in my dorm, you can leave, now,"
Barbie Lynn countered with determination.

"Don't do this, Barbie Lynn; they will expel you. You

are hardly bulletproof," Christina warned Barbie.

"At what point did we cease being the Israelites and

become the Philistines?" Barbie answered.

"If you do this I'll have to report you,"

Christina explained. "In thirty minutes you won't be Dorm Mother. Think
about your future."

"I am," Barbie Lynn stated. "Do I really want

or deserve a future if I do nothing now? I don't think so." There was a
pause, then, "Get out."

Christina's gang turned and left, Chastity last of all.

"Barbie Lynn, have his legs taken care of before his

pride cuts him in half," she said meaningfully. Barbie nodded, then
Chastity ran to catch up with the others.

"Let's get you to your rooms before they come

back," Barbie Lynn urged us.

"Can we take the elevator? I'm not sure I can take all

these stairs," I groaned.

"Baby," snorted Rio, but I noted she was the first

one to hobble for the elevator. Iona drew close to me, looking for some small
comfort.

"What are we going to do?" she whispered to me.

"Rio and I are going to tough it out; we don't have any

real options. You are going to be sick tomorrow and go to the Infirmary. After
that, they should leave you alone as long as you avoid us," I told her.

"No," Iona responded. "I can't leave the two

of you alone here."

"Get over yourself," mocked Rio. "You are

slowing us down. Zane and I are hardcore bad-asses and you're nothing but a
dweeb." That was Rio's way of saying 'I like you.' Iona began sobbing.

"I'll take care of her as long as I can," Barbie

Lynn frowned as she wrapped an arm around Iona.

"Thanks for everything, Barbie Lynn. Sorry for dragging

you down in all of this," I told my blonde dynamite.

"Ha," she laughed. "I've had more fun, felt

better, in the past four days than I've felt in the past three years
here."

"Man, that is so pathetic," choked Rio. "If

my life was so damn boring, I'd have become a shit-faced drunk by now." I
think that was Rio saying 'thank you' but I wasn't sure.

We made our way to our rooms and wisely settled in for the

night. Around eight-thirty Barbie came to my room and escorted me to the
bathroom for my own 'safety'.

"Thank you. What are you going to tell your family and

fianc ?" I asked. Barbie Lynn shrugged.

"Can I move in with your Aunt if things don't work

out?" she countered.

"Sure. Do you think it will come to that?" I

answered.

"Well, I'm definitely not marrying Jerome, that's for

sure," she grinned. "He's about as interesting as a box of rocks and
he's got a tiny cock ta' boot. Lord above, all he wants to do is work in his
Daddy's bank and play golf while I stay home and make babies."

"Umm, Barbie Lynn, I don't see us getting married so if

I, I stammered.

"Lord Jesus," Barbie laughed, "if I married

you I'd have to convert to Islam because I'd need at least three other wives to
keep up with you. You are fun, Zane, and you've never lied to me about anything."

"Barbie Lynn, I've lied to you," I admitted shyly.

"What about?" she questioned.

"You know those tiny little grunting noises you make

between orgasms?" Barbie Lynn blushed but nodded. "Well, I don't like
them; I love them. In fact, last time I rushed you through one orgasm just so I
could listen to those sounds."

"You are a bad man," Barbie laughed musically.

"I don't believe you."

"Oh, so I'm going to have to prove myself, am I?"

I gasped in mock protest.

"I'm counting on it," she smiled seductively back

at me.

"When this nuttiness is over, I'll do that," I

grinned. Barbie Lynn looked suddenly sad.

"Is this going to end, in a good way?" she sighed.

"Five-thirty tomorrow I'm in my car and driving out of

here for the weekend. I'd like you to be with me," I told her.

"I can't be gone all weekend long, Zane. I'm Dorm

Mother," she explained.

"How about Saturday night? I've made some plans,"

I hinted.

"Hmm, okay, but how are you going to stop them from catching

you if you come back? Escaping tomorrow is going to be tough enough," she
pointed out.

"I'll think of something," I sighed. What that

was; I had no idea.

When I got to the top of the stairs after my bathroom break

I noticed Chastity and Hope waiting for me. I could have said 'what do you
want?' but I decided on a softer approach.

"What can I do for you, the two ladies most likely to

kill at a distance, this fine evening?"

"We came by to see if you, Iona, and Rio were doing

okay," Chastity related to me.

"How's Iona? I imagine Rio was less than

cooperative," I responded.

"Rio told us if we came in by the door we were leaving

by the window," Hope informed me. "Iona is doing okay physically but
she's beaten up on the inside."

"She says you threw her out of your little club,"

Chastity went fishing for confirmation.

"Yes, she's out. I no longer give a crap what happens

to her," I lied. Hope and Chastity snorted in disbelief.

"She didn't tell you, did she?" Chastity

questioned me. Since the answer was 'no' I kept silent.

"The Chancellor instructed her to abandon you and Rio

and to help the rest of us get you two expelled," Hope informed me. All I
could think of was, poor Iona, stuck in that spot.

"She responded with a tale of one of the early

martyrs," Chastity picked up the story. "All the martyr had to do to
save her life from the lions is renounce Christ and kiss the hem of Caesar's
robe. The young girl responded, 'I would rather spend my last hour in the dust
with the Christians, '

', than live ten thousand more days as a Roman,' I completed

the story. Sure, the story came from a hundred years after the real Caesar was
dead, but who really cared? "I don't think that went over well."

"I imagine a less than sterling letter was fired off to

her parents," Hope suggested.

"Fine," I muttered after a moment.

"What?" Chastity inquired.

"Chastity and Hope, I apologize for what I said

earlier. I was pissed and I lashed out when you were stuck in the same fucked
up situation I'm in," I admitted.

"Apology accepted," Chastity grinned.

"Don't make a habit of pissing me off, Zane," Hope

cautioned me, "and the next one of you to come at me with a food tray gets
it in the teeth."

"Why did you pick Hope and me?" Chastity asked

about the food trays we'd dumped on them.

"I'm not saying we plotted anything but if we did, we

would have created a random list for each meal. We get target one, then go to
target two, and so on," I answered. "If it was randomized it would be
harder for you guys to figure out who was next."

"Do you have any other retaliatory actions planned

out?" Hope inquired.

"What do you think?" I smirked.

"How did you plan all this out?" Hope persisted.

"Since you are still dedicated to having us expelled, I

don't feel it is prudent to tell you," I replied. I was hardly going to
admit Iona set it all up, including that little trick of blanking out our call
logs.

"Fine. Let's get out of here, Chastity," Hope

sighed.

"I'll be with you in a minute," Chastity told

Hope.

When Hope was halfway down the stairs, Chastity turned to me

with a sly grin.

"How did you know I'd help you?" she whispered.

"For that matter, how did you slip me the note and the key?"

"I promise I'll tell you one day, Chastity," I replied.

I could hardly tell her that Ms. Goodswell had slipped my message and her key
into Chastity's pack. That Chastity would actually gather up the clothes that
Rio, Iona, and I needed was the greater risk. She'd done it and we'd made our
Wednesday night getaway for ice cream. I still wasn't sure why Virginia had
known Chastity would do it but figuring it all out would be fun. It wasn't as
good as sex but, well; it wasn't as good as sex.

The Object is not to Die

"Let me wash you," Opal requested of me as I

entered the bathroom the next morning. Warning her that I was poison was
pointless. I looked, smelled, and sounded like trouble. I imagine if I asked
her, she'd tell me I tasted like trouble too, but I didn't want to tempt fate.

"I can keep your bandages dry," she promised.

Mentally, I cracked when she finished rinsing my hair.

"Why are you doing this?" I had to know.

"Zane, you are the only non-related male I'm going to

be in contact with for the next two years. If I let you go, I'm going to lapse
into homosexuality," she explained. I couldn't resist.

"Does that mean you would be opposed to a

three-way?" I grinned.

"I don't know," she mused, "who do you have

in mind?"

"Brandi; she is cute and receptive," I suggested.

"Good choice," Opal beamed, "she's scrumptious.

Do you think she's game? Don't bother, I'll snare her in; you make sure you
show up, okay?" Up until this point in time I'd been fooling around but I
had the distinct impression that Opal wasn't.

"Let me guess; you are on the Soccer team," I chuckled.

"Striker," Opal responded.

"I should have known; you have that killer

instinct," I sighed knowingly.

"I know what I want and I go for it," she smiled

as she closed with me and stroked my member. It was to our immense mutual
disappointment that we simply didn't have the time to take it any further.

I could appreciate Barbie Lynn throwing herself under the

proverbial bus for us but I really wish she didn't look so sexy doing it. She
stood with Rio, Iona, and me as we walked out of the dorm toward Christina and
company. Rio and I exchanged conspiratorial glances with Iona.

"I'm hoping for oatmeal," Rio quipped.

"I'm betting on pancakes and syrup," I replied.

"Oh, hot syrup," mused Iona. "I like syrup.

It turns pancakes into fly paper." We walked up to our tormentors and held
out our arms for their book bags, which they dutifully handed over.

As we got ready to assume our kneeling position, Christina

cleared her throat.

"What are you doing?" Christina commented dryly.

Seeing our confusion, she sniffed derisively, then added, "I haven't got
all day." With that, she turned and walked off at a good clip we had to
jog to keep up with.

We hobbled into the Dining Hall without a word being said

but when we got into the food line, Rio broke the spell.

"Does this mean we don't dump food on them?" she

whispered.

"They've tossed us an olive branch so we shouldn't

shower them with defoliant just yet," I suggested.

"We need to know what they are up to," Iona added.

That was the thing none of us had an answer to so we were served and went
searching for someplace to sit.

Cappadocia, Captain Willie, and another Karate teammate

named Evangeline caught sight of us and chose that moment to rise and take
their trays away, leaving us three adjacent seats. We leapt on them in an instant
since another part of the Enemy's plan was to keep us isolated from one
another.

"I hate to rain on our parade but Queen Christina at

six o'clock," Rio muttered.

"Phone," Christina demanded of Iona.

"We are in the Dining Hall," Rio spat, "you

can't demand shit from us."

"Watch your language, felon," Christina responded

drolly.

"It is Friday, Christina, in case you forgot. Your time

is running out," I warned Christina that her time to make an apology to Rio
was coming to an end. She looked haughtily down her nose at me.

"Here you go," Iona said meekly. She had a point;

even if we won here, Christina would jump us the moment we left the sanctuary
of the Dining Hall. Christina took the phone and typed a message in, then sent
it before returning it to Iona. Without explanation the Queen strutted away.

"What was that about?" Rio muttered to Iona who

was checking her text log.

"She put Zane back on the market," Iona whispered

in disbelief.

"What the fuck!" Rio squeaked, trying to keep her

shock from echoing across the hall. I looked around and saw phones ringing and
the ripple of the word spreading out as girls looked my way.

"What do we do, Zane?" Iona asked. I had to think

that over and a grin slowly creased my face.

"Give me ten names: Juniors and seniors only," I

smiled. That would be part of my party list.

"How is that going to help us get those bitches?"

Rio asked.

"Rio, living well is the best revenge, and I finally

figured out how we are going to live well," I explained. My two companions
didn't get it yet but Iona was busy getting my names.

"What do I do with the list?" Iona asked.

"Ask them to my party," I winked and the lights

came on.

"Sweet!" gloated Rio, "but how are we going

to get away with it? The Chancellor is going to be watching us like a
hawk."

"Do you trust me?" I asked Rio and Iona. Iona

nodded but Rio looked incredulous.

"Why in the hell should I trust you, Jungle Boy?"

Rio taunted me.

"Because the other option has you crying tears of

loneliness into your pillow tomorrow night, Arizona," I teased right back.
Rio was from Arizona in the same way I was from the jungles of Thailand.

Breakfast was drawing to a close so I had to make my move.

When Christina and crew put their trays up I followed them quickly outside.

"Glutton for punishment?" Hope questioned as I

finished my approach.

"I need a moment alone with Christina," I

responded. Heaven snarled at me; very becoming.

"So, I no longer bore you?" Christina threw my

earlier words back in my face.

"I need a favor and it will help me with your

demise," I grinned because I knew I had her; the girl couldn't stand not
knowing what I was up to, or so I prayed. Christina shrugged her indifference
but motioned for me to follow her off to the side, away from the others.

"So, after I've already done you two favors today, what

else do you want of me?" she asked. I had to admit that she was no longer
making me crawl on my knees and she'd freed me up for gentler hands, but I had
my needs.

"I want you to go to an off-campus party with me

tomorrow night," I beamed hopefully.

Christina studied me, clearly looking for my deceptive

angle, but when none became evident, a smile slowly forced its way across her
lips.

"Okay, Zane, I give up. What is the catch?"

Christina chuckled.

"There is a Sorority party at my neighbor's house. They

are inviting a fraternity over and I imagine a few people will crash. I've been
invited and I was thinking we could bring around twenty of our girls for a fun
night out," I explained.

"Zane, we are a Christian Girls school; we don't do the

whole partying, drinking, and spending time with strange boys thing," she
lectured me.

"You'll have fun," I promised her.

"An hour ago you hated me," she pointed out.

"How do I know this isn't some kind of trick?"

"Sure, I hated you an hour ago, but that was then and

I'm not going to waste my time fighting past battles. Besides, you did the
right thing, though you took your time doing it," I answered. "Also, who
in the Administration would I work for? I certainly wouldn't go outside the
school."

"Yet you are still going after me about Rio,"

Christina said.

"That has to do with how you treat people, not what you

did in the past," I corrected her. "If I leave it alone you will
continue to treat people that don't conform to your world view like dirt."

"You aren't going to win, Zane, but I tell you what;

drop this silly vendetta and I'll consider going to that party," she
offered.

"Oh, I'll keep my vendetta and see you at the party

anyway," I laughed which made Christina cross.

"What makes you think that?" she replied through

narrowed eyes.

"You are fearless, hungry for knowledge, and you never

pass up a challenge where there is even a remote chance of success. You won't
go for me; you will go because this is something you can do and do well, and
you can't pass up an opportunity to shine," I pointed out.

"So you are attempting to flatter me with a fictitious

character assessment," she chided in return. Busted!

"You are not calling me a liar," I countered. We

locked gazes for a few seconds.

"I wish you were older," she commented.

"Younger means I have more stamina," I offered.

"Older means more experience, more to offer, and

greater competition," she volleyed.

"Younger means you can teach them more, less baggage,

and a stronger desire to catch their quarry," I grinned.

"Is that what I am to you; quarry?" Christina

questioned me.

"No. You are the girl I'm going to marry," I

stated matter of factly before turning and running for Assembly. As it was, we
were on the verge of being late, though Rio and Iona saved me a seat. Rio tried
to get me to tell her what happened but I warned her to silence with the fey
light in my gaze.

When we got out a senior named Janice snatched me up. Her

trick was dueling Bible verses. Sometimes I don't get chicks at all but I guess
she thought she was doing my soul some good.

The crew was waiting at my car when I was preparing to make

my exit from campus. Christina was sitting on the hood of my car when I showed
up. She pushed up and met me a few steps forward.

"We've discussed it and we'll go," she told me,

"but don't think this means even remotely that I'll ever marry you."
By the looks on their faces this was the first her girl posse had heard about
my intentions.

"Oh, you will marry me," I said, feeling terribly

self-assured. "I won't settle for anyone less and neither will you."
Christina smirked but there was this light in her eyes. Chastity laughed while
Faith and Hope looked stunned. Heaven looked pole-axed. I got in my car and
rolled out for the short drive home. It was Friday night and I still had a lot
to do before Saturday's party.

To say that the situation with Aunt Jill at home was awkward

would have been an understatement. Last Monday before I met with the
Chancellor, Jill got a call from the university telling her that she'd sent a
boy to a girl's school. I imagine it was some consolation that she hadn't
bragged to our church about where I was going to school yet.

"So, umm, Jill began as we sat down to eat dinner,

"your Spiritual Advisor tells me you are making great strides in your
Christian education. She also says you are well-received by your fellow
students and that they don't hold your, condition against you."

"Actually, several girls have shown great concern over

my well-being," I expressed.

"A few have told me they want to stop by the house

tomorrow night and make sure I'm okay," I added. I could see Jill balk.
"By that, I mean that twenty of them want to come over."

The sheer number first worried, then impressed her. Surely

she must be thinking that I'd be safe with so many women around.

"That's good news, Zane. I was worried that you would

be a slave to your baser nature but I see Jesus Christ has provided you with a
new direction," Jill smiled lovingly. I decided not to tell her that the
tools Christ had chosen were young ladies like Barbie Lynn, Rio, Iona,
Chastity, and Opal, and I definitely knew better than to tell her about the
party we would all be going to.

"Speaking of new directions, I notice you are still

wearing the clothes the young ladies next door picked out for you," I
re-directed the conversation. Jill looked down at her plate for a minute.

"I bought some of my old styles Monday but when I wore

them Tuesday, a co-worker asked me if there had been a death in the family.
What a horrid thing to say," she groaned.

"Have you garnered any male attention?" I

inquired, deeply curious.

"Nothing you need worry about," Jill turned away,

"I have one man in my life and you're more than enough for me to
handle."

"Jill, if you like I could come home one or two days a

week for dinner; campus is so close," I offered, "and I'm sure my
Dorm Mother won't mind." Jill looked up and studied me.

"That would be nice, Zane. I know we didn't get off to

a good start here but I'm willing to work at it if you are," she stated.
"Kathryn has offered to come out here for a few weeks once harvest is
done," Jill continued. I didn't know Kathryn, Jill's older sister, except
for the few pictures I'd seen.

I knew she'd been the first woman Uncle Tim was interested

in but she ended up marrying a church elder thirty years her senior. She was
like Jill, except thirty-seven years of age and a bit thicker. She worked on
the family farm in Oregon doing, well, farmer shit. Jill said we could expect
her the first week in November so we had better get the guest bedrooms ready
for the visit.

We caught a movie on TV, drank some wine, and talked about

campus, classes and such. Jill had gone to an open university were Christian
students were penalized for their beliefs (so she felt) and was fascinated with
the idea of a place where Christian women alone sat in judgment of other
Christian women. I pledged then and there to never put Rio and Jill alone in
the same room together because I'd surely end up an orphan.

In the morning, Jill and I picked up the place (Jill was a

haphazard housekeeper), did some laundry, and went grocery shopping. In the
checkout line I said something inane and Jill gave me an exaggerated giggle
that I was becoming all too familiar with. It was the one a woman gives to a
man when they think the man wants to be found amusing.

It is kind of endearing when it comes from a teenage girl

but a bit creepy when it comes from your female guardian. Jill really needed a
man in her life but I was at a loss as to how to make it happen.

Unfortunately, I had things to do after we ate lunch, namely

going back to school to pick up Rio and Iona for a shopping trip.

Rio had been stripped of all her 'party-wear' when her

parents shipped her here and Iona never had anything like it at all.

"Barbie Lynn wanted to see you in your room," Rio

grumbled when Iona and I showed up in her abode. I had no idea what that was
about so I left Iona in Rio's room and headed to the Solarium on my own.

When I got to the top of the stairs Barbie's gaze met mine

from my bed where she was sitting. She glanced past me to see if I brought
company.

"Are we alone?" she purred. I nodded in agreement,

at which point Barbie Lynn sat up on the bed on her knees facing away from me.
Slowly, looking over her shoulder, she hiked up her skirt until her bare-naked
bum was revealed to me.

"I've missed you," she moaned, then she began

rubbing her right ass cheek and added, "We've both missed you." I
stalked toward her, barely able to restrain the desire to pounce on her
proffered posterior. Barbie grinned lustfully, went down to her hands and, as I
was taking my pants and underwear off, she collapsed further onto her elbows,
pushing her ass out even more.

I started to caress her thighs, flank, and back, planting

kisses along the way, when I noticed her ass crack and anus was slick with
lubricant.

"No foreplay; just fuck me," Barbie Lynn demanded

with a voice heavy with need. I aimed my cock to her anus and slowly pushed in.
Barbie gave a sharp intake of breath as her resistance was overcome, followed
by this deep, animalistic vocalization of pleasure.

Her breathing came in sharper and sharper gasps as I pushed

steadily in until I was totally encased by her flesh. I put my weight on her
back, reaching around and fondling her breasts through her shirt, no bra which,
with Barbie's cleavage, was erotic and impractical yet wonderful to the touch.

Our bodies synchronized into some really violent, ravenous

sex when Barbie looked over her shoulder at me.

"So, you are going to marry Christina?" she

panted. I couldn't read her emotional state.

"Yes, in about three or four years," I answered.

"What about me, about us?" she whimpered as her

passion began slipping her control.

"You are a great friend, Barbie Lynn, but I don't love

you. Is this going to be a problem?" I breathed heavily.

"No," she rasped with a smile on her lips and eyes

shut, "I wouldn't give up our time together for anything. Okay, it hurts a
little, knowing I'm going to lose you one day."

"We'll never lose what we have right now," I

grunted as Barbie began to tremble against me. Her anal muscles began to
squeeze and contort around me. Eyes squinted, she gave me a wicked little smile
and I rewarded her with a sharp slap to the ass. Barbie hopped up but her fists
kept clenching my sheets.

"Oh, Zane," she gasped. I spanked her two more

times hard and Barbie Lynn cried out,

"Lord Jesus!" she called out in her own inimical

way as the first major tremor grabbed her body. I hammered away for three more
strokes when her heat and passion overcame me and I erupted into her ass.

Barbie pushed up and back against me for over a minute

before we finally collapsed on the bed, panting and sweating profusely.

We lay there, young and vital, soaking up each other's

warmth until Barbie Lynn wiggled her ass against me and sighed contentedly.

"You're still hard," she murmured.

"Whose fault is that, you vixen?" I teased her

between deep breaths.

"Don't you need to go shopping?" she titillated

back.

"Do I look like I want to go shopping?" I

responded with both words and a jab with my cock.

"Damn, oh damn," she moaned, as she stroked my

cock with anal contractions. "Okay, one more time, then you have to
go," she whimpered lustfully.

"Two fucking hours!" Rio spat. "Jesus Christ,

man, can she still walk?" Okay, so we did it more than one more time, I
must confess, but I wasn't telling Rio that.

"She was asleep when I left her," I stated,

"but I think she's ambulatory." Iona blushed which reminded me that I
still owed her a full-body hot oil massage.

"Were you ever not the Hammer of God?" Rio

questioned me about my sexual prowess.

"Well," I chuckled, "my first sexual encounter,

from stripping off our clothes to my shot, was less than a minute. I got one
stroke in, pulled out too far, and ejaculated all over her pubic mound and
stomach. I wanted to die."

Iona's eyes went wide because she must have imagined I was

some sort of Sex God sprung forth from the lustful thoughts of young maidens,
fully formed. As I said earlier, we all start somewhere.

"What did you do?" Iona asked softly while Rio

laughed out loud at my expense.

"She smiled kindly, sucked me off until I was hard again,

and that time I lasted longer. Six months later I could go an hour and knew the
difference between making a woman orgasm and making her want to orgasm."

"Now you are scaring Iona," Rio mocked me.

"You know she's never had an orgasm, much less a boyfriend." Yeah,
Rio could be really abrasive at times. Iona looked like she wanted to fade into
the cracks in the wall. I walked over and put an arm around Iona.

"Iona knows I'm here for her when she needs me," I

responded.

Iona looked up at me and smiled with something uncomfortably

akin to worship. I caught Rio flashing a sly smile my way. Iona had stood by us
and pushing her into my arms was Rio's way of paying her back without looking
soft.

"Let's get shopping, ladies," I said, while giving

Iona a squeeze, "unless you want to go to the party in what you have
on."

The girls beat me out the door, though my long legs brought

me to the car first. Just like last time, Rio hollered the moment we passed the
gates leading to the outside world. When we got to the mall I abandoned them
for my own special mission. It took me a while to pick up what was needed and
by the time I got back to the ladies, I could tell there was trouble.

Iona looked pissed with Rio and Rio regarded Iona with

thinly veiled contempt.

"What happened?" I began, followed by, "Iona,

you look great, even more attractive than normal. I'm going to have to get you
a taser so you can keep all the guys at bay."

"I hope no one takes a picture of me," Iona

groaned, "my parents would just die."

Rio was in a medium blue silk blouse that showed off her

gossamer red bra and a black mini-skirt, black mesh hose, and matching blue
calf boots. Iona was similarly dressed but with a red blouse and white bra with
black trim plus black hose and black calf-boots. Iona kept shifting
uncomfortably.

"What's going on?" I inquire softly.

"She's making me wear a thong and it is pushing up my

ass," Iona complained.

"Come with me," I directed her, and while Rio

looked on curiously I took Iona into a side access out of sight of the general
population. "Trust me," I asked Iona gently.

When she nodded I knelt before her and lifted up her skirt,

causing Iona to tense stiffly and inhale deeply. I put my nose inches from her
crotch while carefully running my hands along her upper thighs, around to her
ass, gently massaging her with my fingertips. I reached around until I found
the thin material of her undergarment and adjusted it with sensitivity and
care.

"How does that feel?" I whispered.

"Huh?" Iona sounded dazed.

"Is that more comfortable?" I clarified.

"Yes, yes," she responded, looking down into my

eyes and smiling.

"If you need any more help, let me know," I

smiled, as I straightened her skirt and stood towering over her once again. I
took her hand and led her back to the impatient Rio.

"Damn, Dude, did you nail her already?" Rio joked

with me.

"You'll never know," I shot back playfully. Rio

snorted and took a step toward Iona.

"If I reach under your skirt are you going to be wet as

hell?" she teased Iona.

Iona panicked and back-pedaled behind me.

"That would be a big 'yes'," Rio laughed.

"Zane, she's got it bad for you."

"What about you?" Iona said accusingly. "You

get bitchy every time he's with another woman."

For an instant Rio looked hurt but she masked it quickly.

"Girl, I'm always a bitch. Ask anyone who knows

me."

"Well, you are my bitch and I'll fight anyone who says

differently," I pointed out. Once I had them change back to their school
uniforms, I wrapped my arms around them both and we traipsed off to my car, and
from there to my home.

Jill clearly had a hard time taking in my two buddies. Iona

was very obsequious and polite while Rio was distant and sulky. Iona kept Jill
busy until the next wave of guests began to arrive. First to arrive were Wilhelmina
and Cappadocia, who wasted no time in slipping off to the bathroom to change
into their party attire. They came out and as Jill struggled to adjust, I
slipped off with my girls.

While Iona changed I gave Rio her 'gift'. She took the bag

with a smirk but as she poured the contents out on the bed, she nearly cried
tears of joy.

"How did you know what to get?" she stammered.

"Iona hunted down your old Facebook page and I ran down

the list of your friends until I discovered one that would send us a picture
and description of them all," I grinned. Rio hit me in the shoulder, then
stalked over and punched Iona too.

"Ow," muttered Iona, "what was that

for?"

"That's for being so nosey," she replied, while

wiping away a tear.

"It was Zane's fault," Iona accused me.

"Fine, I'll go hit him again," Rio snarled

playfully. I took my clothes and fled to the bathroom before Rio could thank me
again for restoring to her all the body jewelry her parents had taken away from
her when they exiled her to FFU.

By the time I finished dressing more than half of the ladies

had gathered. Jill was beside herself with the bevy of company, though she was
starting to figure out that most of the women were older than me. In fact, the
only freshmen were Rio, Iona and I. Around seven Opal, Brandi, Jill and I
cooked up some dinner for the rest. We ate light because for every one of us,
this was our first experience in college debauchery.

Sorority Party!

Before we departed Rio raced back to the room to make some last

minute adjustments to her attire. When she came back out all the conversation
stopped and every one of us stared. Where could I begin? Rio had three earrings
in her left ear and two on her right, the bottom on both sides being ivory
skulls with red ruby eyes. She had an obsidian gem glued to her forehead just
above her eyebrows.

Her right eyebrow had a simple silver ring, but the one in

her left nostril was a tiny pentagram. Her lip ring was a on the left side; a
double loop. She'd taken off her bra and her nipple piercings, linked together
by a chain, were clearly visible underneath her shirt which she'd tied tightly
right below the breast line; her bra was now AWOL.

Her belly button ring has an onyx teardrop attached. As she

walked up to the group she stuck her tongue at the others exposing her pewter
tongue barbell. She skipped over, breasts bouncing, and hugged me before
leaning back and pumping her fist up in the air.

"Free at last!"

"Ten, eleven, twelve," counted off Chastity

quietly.

"I have fourteen," Rio grinned lasciviously to

Chastity. More than one girl began doing the physiological implications of that
claim and I doubted they were thinking about her toes.

"At least if we all end up being arrested one of us

will be unrecognizable," Christina commented.

"Is ,  is that one of your classmates?" Jill

muttered, clearly blanking out the old Rio from her mind.

"For better or worse she's one of us," I boasted.

Barbie Lynn, sticking close to my other arm, gave me a desperate, quizzical
expression.

"She's one of my students," Barbie told Jill.

"She's one of ours still seeking redemption."

Before Rio could be more of a smart-ass I gave her hand a

hard squeeze and while she grinned mischievously, she did hold her tongue.

"Okay, ladies, let's go," I announced. We all

started migrating toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Jill asked.

"There is a party next door," Christina provided.

"The Wiccan lesbians?" Jill gasped.

"I was wrong, Jill," I evaded. "They are a sorority

house, not Wiccan lesbians. They invited us over tonight for a little school
mixer."

"Well ,  as long as it is just you girls,"

Jill hoped. I nodded and headed out the door.

"That wasn't very nice," Christina scolded me once

we had gathered outside and began moving toward the Kappa Sigma house.

"If I told her it was a sorority house she would have

worried but been unable to do anything. This way she didn't have to
worry," I explained.

"You have the Devil's Tongue," Christina chided,

but she had that smile and gleam in her eye.

"And how," Barbie Lynn snickered. Something passed

between Barbie Lynn and Christina but I missed it. My group spilled through the
trees that separated the properties and headed for the front door.

Storming the Gates

Two guys had parked their car and were coming up the walkway

when they saw us. They did a double-take before looking at each other utterly
confused. We lined up at the door first and after I knocked a bright-faced
girl, most likely a newly-minted pledge, answered. She took a look at me,
smiled, then that smile faded as she saw the passel of women behind me.

"Hi, I'm Zane; we were invited," I offered.

"Oh!" he eyes lit up, "you are that Zane. I

thought ,  well, we heard you were bringing a guest or two. I ,  can
I check with someone?" she babbled.

"Sure. Can we wait inside?" I suggested. She

nodded and we all started filing in.

Our arrival sent ripples through the house. Apparently not

many girls crash a sorority function and since most of the guys present were
expecting unfavorable odds, the social dynamic had shifted.

"Zane," Tawny Flores greeted me. Being the

Sorority President it was her burden to figure out what our fate would be.
"When you said you could bring some friends, you weren't kidding."

There was a pregnant pause before I remembered my manners.

"This is Christina Buchanan, Senior Class President of

FFU," I presented our 'Queen'. She and Tawny shook hands, two alpha
females testing each other. I started further introduction but was cut off by
Tawny's question.

"How do you know the Senior Class President of FFU,

Zane?"

"Zane didn't tell you?" Christina marveled.

"I figured he would have bragged about it." Seeing Tawny's
uncertainty, Christina gave a clever smile and clarified, "Zane is a
freshman at FFU."

"But that's a ,  All ,  how did that

happen?" Tawny inquired.

"Zane's turning out to be a very clever boy,"

Christina grinned knowingly to Tawny who nodded back as if I was a mere mortal
amongst titans.

"Please enter, ladies," Tawny said. "Come

meet the Alpha Kappa Alpha president, Christina," she continued. "The
rest of you, have fun."

It took all of five seconds before the first AKA hit on one

of my companions. By the time I made my way to the pool in the back where the
music was starting up, it was just me, Barbie Lynn, and Iona. When a tall
athletic black student came up and asked Barbie to dance, she turned for my
approval which I quickly gave.

"Iona," I whispered to my final FFU lady,

"you are here to have fun so relax."

"Can't I stay with you?" she said softly.

"You are with me every other day of the week," I

pointed out. No sooner had I said that when another guy came up and asked her
to dance. She left me looking somewhat fearful.

I went over to the 'bar' and got a cup of beer but before I

could turn around a pair of hands from behind covered my eyes.

"Hey stranger," the female voice addressed me,

"I see you delivered on all the hotties."

"I'm glad you appreciate them, Leigh," I replied

as I reached up and took hold of her hands.

I turned around, keeping her hands high so that when I faced

her I could place them on my shoulders. I let go and snaked my arms around her
waist. While Leigh was still taking in her circumstances, I leaned down and
kissed her. I pulled back a quarter-step and her lips parted slightly in
surprise which allowed me to kiss her again in greater depth, this time lasting
several seconds.

"Wow," she panted when our kiss ended, "you

don't waste much time."

"That was a 'thank you' for the invite," I

informed her. "Somehow I didn't think a card would suffice." Her eyes
grew smoky like awakening volcanic pools of desire.

"Show me how well you can dance," Leigh asked

playfully. She led me to the pool's edge and I did my best to not look foolish
while she came off as devastatingly seductive.

I was having a lot of fun with Leigh until a second girl,

Carly by name, tried to break in. A little tug of war broke out and Leigh
staggered back over the lip of the pool. I grabbed her at the last moment and
kept her from falling in. Tipping there at the lip of the pool, I smiled and
said,

"That was close," to which Leigh smirked and

pushed me in.

I reached out and snatched her arm as we both tumbled into

the water. Leigh squealed as she plunged into the cool water while most of the
other students laughed at us. I helped Leigh out and followed her up so that we
were both standing, dripping wet, in the warm late summer air.

"Come with me," Leigh urged, as she took my hand

and led me into the house. "I'll get you something dry to wear."

We squished up the back stairs past several amused couples

until we dodged into Leigh's room. She immediately started to strip down so I
did the same, soon leaving us naked. Leigh walked up to me, rubbing her hands
along my hips and chest.

"Why didn't you come by for a swim?" she inquired.

"I had some home issues to work out," I admitted.

"Aunt Jill is a bit uptight, but she's getting better, and thank you for
that too." Of course, having her so naked and so close wasn't doing my
attempts at sexual control any good.

"Is that for me?" she said with a toothy grin,

looking at my crotch.

"Actually, I'm turned on by your roommate's 'Hello

Kitty' comforter," I joked. "I'm a freak that way." She pouted
and started to stroke my cock shaft with one hand while circling my head with
two fingers from the other.

"Are you sure about that?" she teased.

Words clearly weren't working so I decided to use the

hands-on approach. I started by kissing her, wrapping my hands around her ass
and picking her up off the ground against me. When Leigh reached her hand up
around my neck to steady herself I rested her cunt on the tip of my cock.

"Oh," she gasped but didn't protest, so I slowly

lowered her down, easing my penetration to a comfortable rate.

"Holy Crap, you're filling me up," she murmured as

her legs squeezed around my waist. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted as
she slid down my length until she was nestled tightly against me. For a minute
we remained joined and unmoving as her cunt contracted and expanded against me
as she sought equilibrium between my girth and her control.

When Leigh was prepared she gave me a nod signaling her

readiness. I squeezed her ass firmly and slowly brought her up to the top then
slid her down again. I repeated this several times before something occurred to
me and I broke the silence.

"Leigh, I totally spaced on a condom," I

apologized, but still kept penetrating her.

"Screw it," Leigh breathed huskily. "I'm good

and if you give me something, I know where you live." I began picking up
the pace, lifting her quickly and letting her bounce back down hard.
"Zane," she added, "I just want you to know I don't normally do
this, ah, fuck!"

"I ,  oh, well ,  I'm sort of a slut, Leigh.

I do this a lot," I responded.

"You had better be good at sex, then," she sighed.

"I'd like to think so," I answered.

"That was ,  rhetorical Zane. I saw the way those

FFU girls looked at you, like we Kappa Sig girls were poaching on their
territory," she moaned playfully. "It is really sexy."

Slap, slap, slap, by now our rhythm included me rocking my

hips up and her squeezing me on the downs stroke with her thighs. Leigh was
gasping out every curse word I'd ever heard in every conceivable combination
plus some words I didn't know existed as our sex intensified. Finally she slammed
me into her closet door so that every time we ground together the door creaked.

To be continued in part 4, By FinalStand for Literotica.

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