CHRISTIAN COLLEGE SEX COMEDY: PART 9 extended - A Spring Break 13-part Novel. Who is punishing whom? By FinalStand. The player above contains the intro section. Listen to the complete episode by clicking here, at Steamy Stories. *Domestication may be our second greatest accomplishment, exceeded only by Fire* Making Mistakes “Back up, all you horny bitches,” Rio growled. “Clearly he’s on life support,” I would have asked her to be more polite but my only real desire was to crawl back into bed at that moment. I must have looked like hell because everyone actually did what Rio ordered, and I’m pretty sure Opal could beat Rio into next week if she desired. As it was, my ladies stood watch over me with a compassion and tenderness most of them couldn’t have imagined holding for me a week ago. I showered, and by unspoken consensus, Iona got to towel me off and fixed said towel around my waist so I could go back to my ‘room’. That warm fuzzy feeling got my fires going where hot water had failed. I probably saved us a whole lot of headaches too, for them anyway. Rhaine, Mercy, and one other of her group were leaning against the far wall when I came through the bathroom door. Without being obvious, I let the door shut then slammed my heel against it. "No more games,” Rhaine gloated, as the three of them came off the wall. Bump, bump, bump came from the far side of the door. Rhaine looked at me with curiosity, not sure what that noise was. Lucky for me, the first person who would have followed me out the door was Iona, thankfully blessed with good hearing, and despite smacking her face into the door, she managed to both not curse and to keep the others quiet when they walked into her. “Was there someone in there with you?” Rhaine interrogated me. I arched an eyebrow. “Yeah,” I grinned. “Lots of people love to wake up and get wet before 6:00 a.m., but why don’t we go in there to make sure? Answer me one thing, though; what color is your bra?” “That’s none of your business, you pervert,” Rhaine shot back angrily. “I’m just saying that if it is white, you are going to look pretty naked when I get you under that showerhead,” I smiled lasciviously. It wasn’t hard; Rhaine had a tight, hot body and if it wasn’t for that bitchy personality, wait, am I looking for even more sex? Someone please shoot me. Rhaine had clearly heard something and was trying to make up her mind if she could both check it out and keep me contained when I decided to change her train of thought. I gave an exaggerated sigh, took off my towel, threw it over my shoulder, and headed to my room. “Put, put, put, put that towel, back on,” Rhaine stammered. “Why? There are not supposed to be any girls out on the fifth floor at this hour. It is all mine, according to the Chancellor herself,” I said over my shoulder. “Now, are you coming along or do I get to shut my door in your face?” “We don’t care,” Rhaine tried to recover the momentum, “we have a key.” “I don’t believe you,” I accused her as I stopped and kept looking over my shoulder. Barbie Lynn must be right, I have a really fine ass, because that was what they were all staring at. “Well, I have one,” she taunted me as she brandished it in my face, from ten feet away. I just had to beam a smile her way. Her key was silver; mine, which hung around my neck on a light chain, was bronze, as were all five of the original keys. Someone was giving out copies of my room key; what a bunch of fuck-nuts. I turned and walked right up to her, which entailed backing her into a wall since she was trying to backpedal away, her eyes torn between my fiery gaze and awakening erection. The other two made to grab me but were flummoxed by my lack of clothing. I took the opportunity to press myself into Rhaine, who was giving me the deer-in-the-headlights look, ran a hand along her jaw and curled a lock of hair. I tickled her cheek with that lock, causing Rhaine to blush and her eyes to flutter. “Thanks, Rhaine. You are helping me out more than y