CHRISTIAN COLLEGE SEX COMEDY: PART 6 extended  - A Spring Break 13-part Novel. Fighting for the Weekend. By FinalStand.  The player above contains the intro section. Listen to the complete episode by clicking here, at Steamy Stories. *Giving can make you richer while keeping leaves you only with what you have* 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 So