Message-ID: <48404asstr$1089155403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-To: noarchive-submit@asstr-mirror.org Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Received: from spamfilter (localhost [127.0.0.1]) by nikita-int.asstr-mirror.org (Postfix) with ESMTP id BCEDCCD63 for <noarchive-submit@asstr-mirror.org>; Mon, 5 Jul 2004 16:05:09 -0400 (EDT) X-Received: from imf23aec.mail.bellsouth.net (imf23aec.mail.bellsouth.net [205.152.59.71]) by nikita.asstr-mirror.org (Postfix) with ESMTP id 1BC77CD4D for <noarchive-submit@asstr-mirror.org>; Mon, 5 Jul 2004 16:05:09 -0400 (EDT) X-Received: from winfubar.yahoo.com ([68.209.234.200]) by imf23aec.mail.bellsouth.net (InterMail vM.5.01.06.08 201-253-122-130-108-20031117) with ESMTP id <20040705200506.GDNF1779.imf23aec.mail.bellsouth.net@winfubar.yahoo.com> for <noarchive-submit@asstr-mirror.org>; Mon, 5 Jul 2004 16:05:06 -0400 X-Original-Message-ID: <6.1.1.1.2.20040705160452.025a8ec0@pop.business.earthlink.net> From: Nick Scipio <nick_scipio@yahoo.com> ReSent-Date: Tue, 6 Jul 2004 10:31:05 -0400 (EDT) Resent-To: ckought69@hotmail.com ReSent-Subject: {ASSM} "Summer Camp - Book 3" by Nick Scipio - Ch 05 (MFF, MF, teen, oral, anal) ReSent-Message-ID: <Pine.LNX.4.58.0407061031050.595@sara.asstr-mirror.org> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 05 Jul 2004 16:05:13 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} "Summer Camp - Book 3" by Nick Scipio - Ch 05 (MFF, MF, teen, oral, anal) Lines: 1833 Date: Tue, 6 Jul 2004 19:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/48404> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, newsman <1st attachment begin> Author: Nick Scipio Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall Part: Chapter 05 Universe: Summer Camp Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends their summer vacations at a nudist camp. Keywords: MFF, MF, teen, oral, anal Revision: 1.01 Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/ FTP Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/scipio/SummerCamp3 Discussion Forum: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Scipio_Forum/ ***************************************************************** STANDARD DISCLAIMER This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio (nick_scipio@yahoo.com). This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached. Copyright (c) 2004 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. ***************************************************************** Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall by Nick Scipio CHAPTER FIVE Sometime during the night, I awoke. As I blinked to clear my eyes, I realized what had woken me up. I don't know what I'd been dreaming about, but judging by my erection, it must've been good. Then I felt a pair of warm, soft, wet lips around my dick. Since we had pulled the mattresses from both beds and shoved them together on the floor, all three of us were in the same "bed." I figured Gina had probably felt my hardness and decided to suck me off. So I relaxed and reached down to run my fingers through her hair. Then, to my surprise, she took me into her throat. When her lips clamped around my shaft, I could feel her breath on the base of my cock. When the wave of sheer pleasure passed, I lifted my head and looked down my torso. The room was dim, but I could barely make out the shape of the girl between my legs. Kendall--her lips still wrapped around my hard-on--glanced up when she felt me move. Then she slid my dick from her mouth and put her finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. Her hair cascaded over her face as she returned her attention to my manhood. As I spread my legs, she moved between them. I made sure not to disturb Gina, who was sleeping soundly to my left. Kendall's warm skin felt good against my own, and her lips felt heavenly. She took her time, sucking me slowly, making love to my cock. Her lips and tongue caressed the soft skin of my shaft with each stroke. As her head slowly bobbed up and down, I had to stifle a groan. Even though I had come several times, earlier in the night, I soon felt my balls tighten with the first signs of impending climax. Kendall felt it too, and slowed her pace. As her lips brushed over the crown of my cock, she flicked her tongue against the underside of my glans. I shivered at the sensation and then felt her lips tighten in a smile. She let my cock slip from her mouth. Then she held it out of the way, turned her head to the side, and tongued my balls. Her soft hair fanned out on my thigh as she sucked a testicle into her steamy mouth. I felt her breath on the underside of my cock as she continued licking and sucking my balls. I wanted to come, but she was enjoying herself, so I tried to relax and hold back. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Her mouth felt too good. When she sensed my breathing grow shallow and erratic, she returned her lips to my manhood and tried to swallow me whole. I felt the tip of my cock enter the back of her throat and had to stifle another groan. She still couldn't swallow all of me, but it wasn't for lack of trying. Finally, she wrapped her fist around my shaft and began to stroke. At the same time, she clamped her lips around my dick, just below the head. My legs and back tensed up as my toes pointed, and I clawed at the sheets as the pressure built. Finally, I had to clench my teeth to keep from crying out. Pure, fantastic, white-hot ecstasy erupted from my groin and spread outward. I barely felt the first rush of semen as it surged up my shaft and jetted into Kendall's mouth. I didn't feel the second spurt at all. For several timeless moments, I tried to keep from groaning as come erupted from deep within my balls. When my cock finally stopped spurting, I relaxed and sagged to the mattress. Then I shivered; my nerves had suddenly become super-sensitive. I could feel Kendall's soft breath on my dick. I could feel the shape of her nipple as her breast pressed against my leg. I could feel the texture of the sheets beneath me. I could even feel the gentle air currents in the room. As I marveled at it all, Kendall gently sucked my slowly deflating member. A few minutes later, she released my flaccid penis and crawled from between my legs. As she settled next to me, her breasts pressed against my chest and side. Instead of speaking, she put her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arm around her. Then she sighed in contentment and kissed my chest. Without speaking, we drifted off to sleep. ----- When I awoke the second time, it was well after eight thirty. Morning sunlight filtered through the blinds. Kendall stirred beside me when I touched her. Then I reached out and put my hand on Gina's flank. When she felt my touch, she unconsciously scooted toward me. Still asleep, she rolled over and snuggled against me, draping her leg over mine as she did. I grinned to myself and pulled Kendall close as well. My morning hard-on tented the sheet as I reveled in the feeling of two warm, nude, sexy girls. I must have dozed off for a while, because when I woke up again, I had to go to the bathroom. I tried to hold out, but my bladder was insistent. So I carefully disengaged myself from the girls and stood up. I was about to walk into the foyer--erection and all--when it occurred to me that I wasn't at home. I smacked myself in the forehead and then wrapped a towel around my waist. A few minutes later, I quietly walked back into the room and looked down at the girls' sleeping forms. Gina was curled up on her side, which was her usual way of sleeping. Kendall, on the other hand, had sprawled across most of her side of the two- mattress bed. I chuckled to myself as I gazed at them. Gina and I had gotten used to sleeping with each other, and I actually _slept_ when we were together. I didn't get much sleep when Kendall and I were together. For all her intelligence and pure sex appeal, Kendall was _not_ used to sleeping with anyone else. Sharing a bed with her was an adventure, in more ways than one. I shook my head wryly and decided to take a shower. I _really_ wanted to fool around--my erection hadn't fully subsided--but both girls were sleeping so peacefully that I simply didn't have the heart to wake them. So I grabbed my shower basket, slipped into my flip-flops, and headed back into the foyer. In the shower, I let the hot water run down my shoulders and back. As I did, I thought back to the night before. Even though all three of us had been tired, we were also excited to be together as a threesome again. After the girls had stripped me and taken turns giving me head, I complained that they had too many clothes on. They obliged me by doing a simultaneous striptease. When they were both nude, they tackled me, giggling the whole time. I easily turned the tables and pinned Gina beneath me. Then, to my surprise, Kendall went down on the darker girl. At that point, I was perfectly happy to kneel over Gina's chest and let her suck my cock while Kendall pleasured her. As I replayed scenes in my mind, my dick predictably stiffened, so I reached down and stroked myself. Before I had a chance to work up a good rhythm, however, T.J. and Glen's door opened. I froze. Could they hear me jerking off? Was I being too loud? I didn't _think_ I had made any noise, but I couldn't be sure. My heart thudded in my chest as agonizing seconds ticked by. When their door closed, I heaved a sigh of relief. Then, a moment later, the outer shower curtain rattled open. Panic speared my gut. What if one of my suitemates had stumbled out of their room half asleep and decided to take a shower? Or worse, what if big Glen liked _guys_, and I was going to be his new plaything? Would I be able to stop him? Could I fight him off and then lock myself in my room? _Calm down!_ I mentally shouted. When the outer shower curtain closed, I relaxed a little. T.J., or Glen--whichever it was--had realized that the shower was occupied, although how either of them had missed the sound of the water was beyond me. Fortunately, the thought of Glen turning me into his butt buddy had completely deflated my erection. So if either of them _had_ decided to open the shower curtain, at least I wouldn't be standing there holding my hard-on. Then the inner shower curtain rustled. I nearly jumped out of my skin. As the curtain moved aside, I made a fist and drew it back, ready to swing first and ask questions later. When _Kendall_ peered around the curtain, my eyes flew wide. She laughed. "What?!" I demanded in near apoplexy. "You should see your face," she said. Then, without a comment about my angry tone, she unwrapped her towel, hung it on the hook, and stepped into the shower with me. "I thought you were Glen," I hissed. "Or T.J. But mostly Glen." Then I shuddered at the thought. "I'm sorry," she said, realizing how tense I was. "One of them came out right as I opened the door from your room. I guess he wanted to take a shower, but when he heard the water running, he went back inside. As soon as his door shut, I darted across the foyer." "Then why didn't I hear _my_ door?" I asked. "Because I didn't want to wake Gina up, so I closed it softly." "Oh." "I'm sorry," she said again. "I didn't mean to scare you--" "You didn't scare me," I said. Then I scowled. "Much." By way of apology, she pressed her body against mine and backed us both under the shower. Then she kissed me. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "But you should've seen your face," she added with a soft giggle. "That bad, huh?" "That funny," she said. "Well, what'd you expect? I thought big Glen was coming to make me his... well... you know... his _special_ friend." "He's gay?" "How should _I_ know?" "But I thought you said..." "He's not gay," I said. Then, "I hope." After a long pause, I had to chuckle. It _was_ an absurd situation. Treacherous imagination. "I guess I just panicked," I admitted at last. "I really_ am _sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." "That's okay. I'm cool." She simply nodded and reached for the soap and washcloth. Then she glanced up and smiled bashfully. "I enjoyed this morning," she said softly. "Me too," I said. "You were so _hard_, and I couldn't sleep." I nodded as she began to lather my shoulders and chest. "I just had the sudden urge to suck you," she said with a shrug. "I don't know why." "Well, I'm glad you did. You'll have to let me return the favor." "I'd like that," she said. Then she started washing my cock and balls. "I like it when you do. You're always more aggressive when you go down on me. With Gina, it's..." "It's what?" "It's... different," she said. "Softer." "You usually come quicker, too." "I hoped you hadn't noticed that," she said with an apologetic look. "It's okay. She's got the same body parts you do, and she knows what feels good. I've got to pay attention to your reactions. She's got your reactions _and_ firsthand experience. I can't beat that." "It doesn't bother you?" "No," I said. Then, "Okay, maybe a little. But not really. I mean, I can do things _she_ can't do." "No _kidding_." "I think every guy wants to think he's the best a girl's ever had, but I know it's not always gonna be true." Then I paused for a moment of introspection. "Well, I guess I know it _here_," I said, tapping my forehead. "But it sometimes stings here--" I touched my finger to my chest, "--when I find out I'm _not_ the best, biggest, longest, or whatever." "You're the best _I've_ ever had," Kendall said softly. "Even better than my dad?" I asked. I normally didn't feel all that competitive where my father was concerned, but I had to admit that he was a pretty good lover (despite how _weird_ it felt to make the admission). "Your dad's too big for me," she said after a moment's hesitation. "Huh? My dick's as thick as his." "Not thick," she explained. "Big. As in 'long.'" "Too _long?_" "Mmm hmm," she said as she stopped washing me. "When he's inside me, he bumps into my cervix, and it kind of hurts." "Really?" She nodded. "Do you remember when I said I thought my body was made for you?" "Several times," I said. "That's because you're long, but not too long, and you're thick, but not too thick. Dennis Raeford is a little big for me too, but he's too thick. So as far as I'm concerned, my body was made for _you_ and _your_ dick." "I know we haven't really talked about it," I ventured, "but what about the other guys?" "What other guys?" she asked hoarsely. "I mean, I know you've slept with other guys. It doesn't _bother_ me or anything, but I guess I'm still curious." For a moment, she looked at me, studying my face for any hidden meaning. I really _wasn't_ upset that she'd had sex with other guys. At the time, she was at UT and I was home in Atlanta with Gina. Now that we were all together, things were different. But before... "I didn't think you knew about them," she said softly. "I do." "There were only three, and not even really _three_." _Three?!_ I thought there were only _two_. I tried to conceal my shock, so I simply nodded. Kendall, however, wasn't fooled. "You didn't know there were three?" she asked. I shook my head ruefully. "I thought there were only two." "Are you sure you want to talk about this?" she asked. "I'm fine. But I don't want to talk about it unless you do, I guess." "I don't want to hide anything from you." "I know. But this wouldn't be hiding them. I mean, I _know_ about the guys. I don't need to know the details, do I?" Despite what I said, curiosity burned in my veins. I really _did_ want to know about them. I don't know why, though. I guess I wanted--like any other guy on the planet--to know that I was better than those other guys, that I wouldn't lose Kendall to someone she liked more than me. Unfortunately, she saw right through me. "Do you want me to tell you?" she asked. "I will, if you ask me to." "I want you to, but I _don't_ want you to. Does that make sense?" She nodded. "I mean, I'm dying to know, but I don't want you to feel like I forced you to tell me or anything." "I understand." "So you probably _shouldn't_ tell me." "That's not what you really want," she said. I sighed. "No. You can read me too well," I said. Then I cupped her face and made her look at me. "If I hadn't asked, would you have told me about them?" She shook her head. "They're not part of my life anymore. One of them never really _was_ a part of my life; he was a big mistake when I was at a party and I'd had too much to drink. And the last guy... well... he _really_ shouldn't have happened. But we didn't actually have sex. Not really." "Then that's good enough for me," I lied. Once again, she saw right through me. "Are you sure?" "No," I said. "I'm _not_ sure. But that's what love is about: doing something for someone _else's_ happiness, instead of my own. Yeah, I want to know about the other guys. But I think it's more important that I _not_ know. It's more important to you, at least. And _that's_ what really matters to me." "Thank you," she whispered. Then she looked up anxiously. "They really _aren't_ part of my life anymore." "I know," I said, pulling her close. "Thank you," she said as she hugged me tight. Then she sniffled. "I love you." "I love you too. Very much." While I was still holding her, T.J. and Glen's door opened again. A moment later, it slammed shut. "I think they want to use the shower," I said. Kendall nodded and wiped her eyes. Then, to my surprise, she kissed me, deep and long. When we broke the kiss, I merely blinked at her. "Thank you for not asking me about... the other guys," she said. "You're welcome." "You know you're the only man in my life." I nodded. "You're the love of my life." Once again, I nodded. "Now," she whispered, "let's finish up and see if Gina's awake." With that, she kissed me again. "Feeling loved makes me horny," she whispered with a grin. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. In response, she gave me a smoldering look. I think we finished our shower in record time. ----- We spent most of the morning fooling around. Gina was a little upset at being woken up, but when she realized that Kendall and I were both horny, her mood improved quite a bit. Later, we snuck downstairs to get something to eat and then snuck back up the stairs (even though it was a holiday, it was still a Monday, which meant no visitation). "What time does Bridget's party start?" Gina asked as we relaxed in my room. "She said we should be there around four," Kendall answered. "I told Abby we'd meet her at the apartment at three thirty." "Abby's going too?" Gina asked. Kendall nodded. "We've been pretty good friends with Bridget and Toni since we were freshmen. They still live with each other too. They've got an apartment together, a couple of miles from campus." "Oh," Gina said. "Okay. Do we need to bring anything?" she asked. "I asked," Kendall said. "Bridget said the party's being catered, so we don't need to bring a thing." "Okay," Gina said. Then she grew sly. "So what do we wanna do in the meantime?" I gave her a suggestive look. "That's what _I_ was thinking," she said. "You two are _horrible_," Kendall said. "And you're not?" Gina asked. "If I recall," she said, assuming a playfully haughty expression, "you woke _me_ up earlier, wanting to fool around." "You did," I said to Kendall with a wry grin. Then I pulled her close. "You know you want to." Her blushing smile was answer enough. When I looked at Gina, she winked at me. Then she stood up. The mattresses were still together on the floor, so she walked around them. "Do you know what I want to do?" she asked. Kendall merely shook her head. She was trying to appear disaffected, but I knew her well enough to realize how excited she was. "I want to suck your pussy while Paul fucks you from behind," Gina said to the taller girl. Then she started tweaking Kendall's nipples through her t-shirt. Kendall merely sighed and closed her eyes. At that point, Gina moved in for the kill. "Then I want to watch as he slides his big, hard, thick dick in your ass," she said. With a whimper, Kendall sagged against me. "I know how much you like it back there," Gina whispered as she lifted Kendall's shirt. "Just think about Paul fucking you in the ass while I lick your pussy." As she cupped Kendall's breasts, she looked at me and winked. "Why don't you unzip Paul's pants and take out his dick," she suggested to the taller girl. Kendall licked her lips and nodded without opening her eyes. Then she fumbled at my zipper. When she got it open, she reached inside and delicately extracted my burgeoning erection. "It's nice and hard, isn't it?" Gina whispered. Then she unfastened Kendall's bra. With a grin, she began sucking the taller girl's nipples. At that point, I reached to Kendall's waist and unsnapped her shorts. She moaned softly when my hand slipped under the waistband of her panties. When my fingertips found her smooth labia, she was already moist with arousal. I slid one finger along her slit and then spread her lips. She gasped as I gently slid my finger inside her. "You like Paul playing with you, don't you?" Gina asked. Kendall took a deep, shuddering breath and then nodded. "You like feeling his dick." Another nod. "And you like it when I lick your pussy, don't you?" Gina asked. "Yes," Kendall hissed. With my other hand, I reached out and lifted Gina's shirt. She paused for a moment and then pulled away from Kendall's breast. With an economy of motion, she pulled off her shirt, unfastened her bra, and tossed them both aside. I used the opportunity to pull my cock from Kendall's grasp and remove her shirt and bra as well. Then I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of her shorts and panties. A moment later, she stepped out of them and I tossed them with her other clothes. While Gina resumed sucking Kendall's nipples, I tugged off my shirt and then shed my shorts and underwear. My dick bobbed gently as I moved behind Kendall. Then I lowered my hips and probed between her thighs with my erection. She spread her legs to accommodate me and Gina took advantage of the opportunity to begin rubbing the taller girl's clit. From behind, I reached around and cupped Kendall's generous breasts. Then I held them for Gina. Kendall whimpered softly and leaned against my bare chest, her skin warm against my own. As she lolled her head back and rested it on my shoulder, Gina slowly sank to her knees, planting kisses along Kendall's stomach as she went. For a moment, Gina sucked the head of my cock instead of Kendall's pussy. Then she turned her attentions to the taller girl's damp, smooth sex. Kendall simply whimpered as Gina and I tag-teamed her. For a few minutes, Gina tongued her, alternating between long licks and short, quick ones. I continued playing with the taller girl's breasts, testing their heft as I twisted her nipples between thumb and forefinger. "Turn her around, Paul," Gina said at last. "Bend her over the counter and fuck her from behind." As Gina moved out of the way, I obliged her. Kendall braced her hands on the counter as I pulled her ass toward me. Then I looked up and watched her in the mirror. Her eyes were closed and her hair hung down, obscuring most of her face, but my gaze soon drifted to her dangling breasts. On the floor, Gina moved between Kendall's legs and resumed her ministrations. At the same time, I cupped Kendall's heavy, tanned breasts. She moaned as I teased her nipples. At that point, Gina reached between my legs and started fondling my balls. Then she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and stroked me. "Fuck her, Paul," she said after several strokes. I pulled back and gripped my cock. Then I aimed it between Kendall's spread cheeks and eased forward. Gina held Kendall's pussy open, and guided my cock as I slipped inside. Kendall gasped as my girth spread her open. Since we'd already had sex once that day, she was more than ready for me. With one continuous thrust, I buried myself inside her. Then I gripped her hips and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was a mask of pleasure as she savored the feeling of my cock spreading her open. Then she swung her hair out of her face, opened her eyes, and returned my gaze. "I love you," I mouthed. Before she could reply, Gina began sucking her clit. I could feel the darker girl's chin on my balls as she tongued Kendall. With a grin, I pulled back and then slowly eased forward again, burying my cock in Kendall's tight, steamy pussy. As I started thrusting, she moaned. Her breasts swayed each time my hips bumped into hers. To brace herself, Gina put her hands on the backs of Kendall's thighs and continued licking. At the same time, I moved my hand up and started teasing Kendall's asshole with my thumb. She bucked in pleasure as her pussy gushed around my invading member. For the next several minutes, I drove Kendall crazy with my cock and my thumb. When her hips started trembling, I increased my pace. My hips slammed into hers, making slapping sounds each time our bodies collided. "Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?" I whispered as I bent over her back. "Do you want to feel my cock deep inside you?" She took a ragged breath and nodded. "You like having Gina lick your pussy at the same time, don't you?" Again, she nodded. "Say it." "I like having Gina lick my pussy," she echoed without hesitation. "Now ask me to put my cock in your ass," I said. To my surprise, she didn't even pause before saying, "Shove your cock in my ass. _Please_. I want to feel you inside me." Never one to disappoint her, I pulled my shiny erection from her pussy and set the tip at her puckered asshole. Then I gently pushed. Her sphincter eased open after a moment and the bulbous head of my cock slid inside her. It had always been easier to enter her ass than her pussy, and this time was no exception. "Oh, God," Gina gasped from beneath us. "That is _so_ sexy." Kendall merely moaned. As I started fucking her, slowly at first, but with mounting speed, Gina resumed sucking her clit. Quicker than I would've thought possible, Kendall shuddered, and I felt her ass contract around my cock. Then her back heaved and Gina gripped her hips to hold on. With a low moan, Kendall climaxed, her body trembling as she did. Gina slid her fingers into the taller girl's pussy, and Kendall went wild. Her ass contracted around my cock again. The contractions weren't as strong as they would've been if I were in her pussy, but they were still fairly powerful. I merely gripped her hips and held on. Almost a minute later, when Kendall's orgasm finally subsided, she almost collapsed forward. As I held her up, her back heaved and she gasped. Then she folded her arms and rested her head on them. Gina scooted forward and began sucking her nipples. Kendall groaned in pleasure and an aftershock rippled through her body. For a few minutes, I remained buried in her tight ass while Gina slowly sucked her nipples. As the taller girl's breathing slowly returned to normal, two aftershocks rocked her gently. "Wow," Kendall said when she recovered the ability to speak. Gina stuck her head out and smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling. To my surprise, I realized that she still had her shorts on. "Did you come?" she mouthed. I shook my head. Her eyes lit up in anticipation. "Wow," Kendall breathed again. "That was... wow." "I told you that you'd like it," Gina said as she stood up. "Oh my goodness, yes." "Go ahead and pull out," Gina said to me softly. "I'll wash you in a minute. Okay?" I nodded. Kendall gasped as I slowly eased out of her ass. Gina comforted the taller girl, running her hand over Kendall's back and shoulders. When my dick slid free, Gina helped Kendall up. Then the two girls embraced. "You're so beautiful when you come," Gina said softly. When Kendall didn't respond, Gina looked up in concern. "Are you okay?" Kendall took a deep breath and then nodded. "I'm still a little shaky, that's all," she said. "You had a pretty powerful orgasm," Gina replied gently. "I could feel it." Kendall smiled shyly. "Do you want to lie down?" Gina asked. Unsteadily, the taller girl nodded. As Gina tended to Kendall, I reached for a washcloth. When the water was warm enough, I lathered the washcloth and cleaned my erection. Then I hung the damp cloth on the towel rack and turned to the girls. "Come over here," Gina said to me. "Is it okay if I just watch?" Kendall asked. "I'm still a little shaky." Gina nodded and then kissed her tenderly. "Sure," she said. With that, Gina unbuttoned her shorts and quickly removed them. Then she looked at me. "I want to suck you first," she said with a smoldering look. I moved in front of her, my dick bobbing as I did. She wrapped her lips around my erection and sucked gently. She couldn't swallow as much of me as Kendall could, but the feeling was just as exquisite. For several long, delirious minutes, I simply enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on my cock. When Kendall sat up and moved behind Gina, the darker girl took her lips off my cock and turned. "I decided that I wasn't that shaky after all," Kendall said. My cock swelled even further as the two girls kissed. "I can taste him on you," Kendall said when they broke the kiss. "He tastes good, doesn't he?" Gina asked. The taller girl nodded. "Keep sucking," she said. "I like watching you." With a nod, Gina turned back to me. "God, I love your dick," she said softly. "I could suck you all day." Kendall winked up at me. "But I won't," Gina said. "Because _you_," she said to my dick, "have a date with my ass. I want you to give me _exactly_ what Kendall got. Okay?" "He says 'okay,'" I said with a grin. With that, Gina wrapped her lips around my cock and gripped my hips to steady herself. Needless to say, she got what she wanted... in the end. ----- Later that afternoon, we showered together. The shower stall wasn't tiny, but it _was_ cramped with three of us. We still had fun washing each other and generally goofing off. Afterward, the girls dried their hair and went through my closet and drawers, looking for something to wear. At first, I thought they were looking for something for me, but I quickly realized that they'd decided to wear my clothes. Both of them had panties and bras (which had spent most of the day on my rug), but they wanted clean shirts and shorts. "I thought we needed to bring swimsuits," I said. "We do," Kendall said. "Then why are you two so worried about which clothes you pick out? I mean, we'll be wearing our bathing suits most of the afternoon, right?" "Paul," Gina explained with only a hint of exasperation, "we need to look good when we _get_ there too." "Once they see you in your bikinis, though," I said, "I bet they'll _forget_ what you wore when you arrived." "He's got a point," Kendall said. "So?" Gina asked. "I want to wear his shirt." "Me too," Kendall agreed guiltily. With that, it was settled. Around three o'clock, we headed downstairs (via the stairs, of course). Kendall and I waited in the South Carrick lobby while Gina went upstairs to fetch her bikini. I used the time to check my mailbox. To my surprise, I had three pieces of mail. Judging by the size of the envelopes, they were greeting cards. "Go ahead and open them," Kendall suggested. "But where will I put them? I don't have time to run up to my room." Then, "Never mind. I'll just put them back in my mailbox." She nodded as I tore into the first envelope: a card from Mom, mailed the day after she returned to Atlanta. It was a Snoopy card, with the little beagle in his flying goggles and silk scarf. Her note on the inside of the card read, _Congratulations on "flying solo." I'm so proud of you. I love you._ Kendall smiled when I handed it to her. Then I opened the second envelope. The card had a picture of a forlorn-looking puppy on the front. The caption read, _I miss you already_. On the inside, I recognized Erin's girlish handwriting, _Not really. OK. Maybe I do miss you, but don't tell anyone. Love, Erin._ "That's so cute," Kendall said when I passed the card to her. Then she read the inscription. "Awwww." I'm sure I blushed suitably. The third envelope was postmarked Austin, Texas. "Who's it from?" Kendall asked as I stared at it. "I dunno. I don't know anyone in Texas." "Open it." The card was a cartoon of a studious-looking guy with glasses. He was holding textbooks and had a slide rule in his pocket. The caption read, _What your parents think you're doing at college._ Inside the card, there was a cartoon of the same guy, with a drink in one hand and a cute girl in the other. His glasses were gone, his hair was disheveled, and he sported a drunken smile. The caption read, _What you're _really_ doing at college._ "It's from Susan," I said in surprise. "Wow. Cool. What's it say?" "'Congratulations,'" I read. "'But I hope you're actually studying _a little_.' Then she signed it 'Love, Susan.'" "She does, you know," Kendall said. "Love you, I mean." I nodded. "You're like her son, in some ways," she added. "In others, you're obviously not." "No kidding," I said. At that point, Gina came out of the elevators. I stuffed the cards and envelopes back in my mailbox and closed the small door. Then we headed down to Kendall's apartment. Abby was ready to go when we got there, so Kendall simply grabbed her bikini and threw it in the tote bag with Gina's. With that, we headed to the garage and my Jeep. ----- "That was fun," Gina said as we walked out to the Jeep after the party. It was late, and all of us were tired. Many of the other party guests had left shortly after the fireworks. Since most were college students--like us--they had classes in the morning. In addition, Bridget's friends didn't seem to be the hard-partying type. The girls and I had started to leave with the others, but Bridget had asked us to stay for a while. So we sat by the pool and enjoyed ourselves with her and her fiance, Bryan, Toni Starnes and her boyfriend, Kyle, another couple, and two girls from Bridget and Toni's sorority, Delta Delta Delta. "Bridget's a good hostess," Abby said as she and Kendall climbed into the back seat of the Jeep. "And her house is _huge_," Gina added. I nodded. Bridget's family lived in one of the oldest, most exclusive neighborhoods in Knoxville. The houses were _all_ large, and looked extremely expensive. The smallest were at least the size of Gina's house in Atlanta, while many of them were quite a bit larger. "Bridget's fiance is cool, too," Gina said. "Is he a student at UT?" "He's in law school," Kendall said as I started the Jeep. "And what does Kyle do?" Gina asked. "He's a senior at UT," Kendall said. "I think he's a business major." In the mirror, I saw Abby nod. "His father owns a bunch of restaurants. They did the catering for the party." "That barbeque was _good_," I said. "Uh-huh," Abby agreed. "It's the only restaurant that my dad says makes barbeque as good as his." "He's right," Kendall said. "Your dad's barbeque is really good." As I turned out of the subdivision and headed back to campus, the conversation slowed. Even though there had been wine and beer at the party, none of us had drunk too much. I guess we were all content to ride along quietly, the silence broken only by the hum of the Jeep's tires. "What'd you think of Bridget and Toni?" Kendall asked Gina a few minutes later. Unlike me, Gina hadn't spent much time with Kendall's former suitemates. "They're really cool," Gina said. "Bridget especially. She's so nice. I mean, I knew some girls in school whose families were rich, and most of them had their noses in the air. But Bridget's just like a real person. I don't mean that like it sounds, but... you know. Sometimes, rich people think they're above everyone else." "But you and Paul are rich too," Kendall said to her. "We are _not_," Gina said. "Not like Bridget." "Well, maybe not," Kendall demurred, "but your families have more money than mine. Or Abby's." Abby nodded. "No we don't," Gina said. Tactfully, Kendall didn't argue, even though she was right. "But what difference does that make?" Gina asked, not content to let the subject drop. "It doesn't," Kendall said. "My point was that money doesn't make you a good or bad person." Abby silently agreed. "I know," Gina said. "But don't you know what I mean? There are just some rich people who look down on everyone else." "So what did you and Bridget talk about?" I asked, abruptly changing the subject. "You two were having a serious discussion while us guys were devastating the leftovers." "It wasn't really a serious discussion," Gina said. "She was telling me about her sorority. It sounds really cool." In the back seat, Kendall and Abby looked at each other. "Toni and the other girls were telling me about Rush Week, and all the skits they do," Gina continued. "Bridget said it's kinda late for me to register for Rush, but she knows a couple of the coordinators, so she could get me on the list. It sounds really cool," she repeated. "Bridget and Toni were always trying to get me to join the Tri- Delts," Kendall said. "Why didn't you?" Gina asked. "They seem really nice." "Oh, they _are_ nice," Kendall replied. "But I guess I just wanted to concentrate on school." "There's no reason you can't do both," Gina said. "Bridget was telling me that collectively, the Panhellenic women--those're the girls in sororities--have the highest GPAs on campus. They really want you to focus on school." In the rearview mirror, I saw Kendall bite back a reply. I knew she respected--and genuinely liked--Bridget and Toni, but I also knew her opinion of most fraternities and sororities; it wasn't good. Fortunately, we reached her apartment a few moments later. With the engine still running, I put the Jeep in Neutral, let the clutch out, set the parking brake, and opened my door. Abby got out as I tipped the seat forward. On the other side, Gina did the same for Kendall. Then Kendall walked around the Jeep and I pulled her into my arms. "Thanks for not getting into it with Gina about the sororities," I said quietly. "It's okay. She just doesn't know what they're _really_ like. Sure, they _say_ they're about academics and all, but that's just so the school and parents don't shut them down. What they're _really_ about is partying, guys, drinking, partying, and guys. Oh, and academics. In _that_ order. And don't get me _started_ about fraternities," she practically spat. "I know," I said. "But Gina seems happy. So I'm not gonna rock the boat." "She _does_ seem happier," Kendall admitted after a moment. Then her eyes flew wide. "Oh my goodness." "What?" "We _completely_ forgot to talk about the girlfriend/best-friend thing." "_Someone_ I know--no names mentioned, but her initials are Kendall Lynn Payton--was too horny to bring it up." "It's your fault too," she said with feigned petulance. "Yeah, you're right," I said seriously. "I'll talk to her tonight. She's in a good mood, and she doesn't seem all that tired. So I'll see if she wants to spend the night with me. Then I can bring it up." "Are you sure?" "I'm sure," I said heavily. "Okay. I'd better let you go, then." I nodded. "Do you want to have breakfast tomorrow morning?" "You mean later _this_ morning?" I asked. She nodded. "Sure. Seven o'clock?" "Mmm hmm. I'll see you then." "I love you," I said. "I love you too." With that, she kissed me and then pulled away. I watched as she and Abby walked into the apartment building, making sure they were safely inside before I got into the Jeep. "Did you want me to drop you off at Carrick?" I asked Gina as I released the parking brake. "I'll walk back with you from the garage, if you want." "I was hoping you'd offer," I said. Then I looked at her sidelong. "I was also hoping you'd maybe spend the night. I mean, I don't know how long I'm not gonna have a roommate. And I'd hate for that empty room to go to waste." "Oh really?" she asked with a wry grin. Then, "I thought you'd never ask." Once we reached the dorm, I went in through the lobby and headed toward the fire stairs. On the lower level, I opened the door for Gina. The fourth floor hallway was deserted, so we casually walked the fifteen feet from the stairwell to my suite's door. "I really had fun today," she said as I locked the room door behind us. "Me too." "I think this was the _first_ good day I've actually had since we came here." With that, I took a deep breath and marshaled my courage. I didn't _really_ want to talk to her, but I knew I had to. I need to broach the subject before we started fooling around. It was one of those things like ripping off a Band-Aid: the longer I waited, the worse it would get. "Hey," I said softly, as I gathered her in my arms. In truth, I wanted to hold onto her if she flew into a rage and tried to storm out. "There's something we've gotta talk about." "What is it?" she asked, panicky. "Is everything okay?" I nodded and then took a deep breath. "It's about you and Kendall," I said. "Oh my God," she breathed. Then her face turned hard. "I _knew_ it. You're dumping me, aren't you?" "No!" I said, holding her tight as she tried to pull away. "It's nothing like that." "Then what _is_ it like?" she asked acerbically. "It's nothing bad," I said. "We just need to figure something out." "Figure _what_ out?" _This is _not_ going well,_ I thought pessimistically. "Who do I call my girlfriend?" "Huh?" she asked in shock. "Who do I call my girlfriend?" I repeated. "_That's_ what this is about?" she asked, her face darkening. "You scare me to death about _who to call your girlfriend?!_" Completely taken aback, I didn't reply. "You make me think you're breaking up with me, and all you wanted to talk about was a silly girlfriend thing? That's _it?_" "I--" "I don't care _who_ you call your girlfriend," Gina said. "But I--" "As long as it's me or Kendall, why should it matter? I mean, we know who's who." "You mean you're not angry?" I asked. "Yes I'm angry," she said. When I realized that she wasn't going to storm out, I released her and she stepped back. "But not about that" she continued. "God, Paul, don't you know me better than that? I'm angry that you scared me over nothing." "Nothing?" "I mean, Kendall introduced herself as your girlfriend when we were helping her move into her apartment." "Yes, but--" "And do you think I didn't notice when you didn't introduce me as your girlfriend to those guys last night?" she asked. "I--" "I'm not stupid, Paul." "I didn't say you were." "And I'm not some silly thirteen-year-old girl. I mean, I'm _eighteen_. I'm an adult. I'm not going to get upset over some dumb name. Who _cares_ who you introduce as your girlfriend?" "I thought _you_ would," I sputtered. "You mean you don't?" "No. I mean, you've got _two_ girlfriends. Do you think I hadn't _thought_ about this?" "I guess I--" "No, you thought I'd just get angry and start shrieking and everything." "You're kinda shrieking now," I said. For a moment, she scowled at me, her eyes hard. I was about to brace for the worst when all of a sudden, she laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked in surprise. "You're right," she said at last. "I guess I _was_ shrieking a little." "Sorry." "Just don't _scare_ me like that," she said, her expression softening. "I thought you were gonna break up with me or something." "Not now, not ever," I said. "Good. Because I don't know what I'd do without you," she said. Then she smiled ruefully. "I'm sorry I got upset. I just..." "I'm sorry." "It's okay. Don't be," she said. Then she looked at me seriously. "I don't care who you introduce as your girlfriend. I guess it's time Kendall got the honor, though." I cocked my head to the side. "I mean, I've been your girlfriend for a couple of years. And while she's _sort of_ had the same... um... position... I guess you've always introduced me as your girlfriend. She's been a little short-changed." I nodded. "I mean, I don't want to be your second girlfriend, but it's okay if some people know her as your girlfriend and me as... I dunno... your best friend." I was incredulous, but I hoped my expression didn't reflect that. Fortunately, Gina couldn't read me like Kendall could. "After all," Gina continued, "Abby, Bridget, Toni, and a bunch of other people already knew her as your girlfriend." Then she shrugged. "It doesn't bother me. I mean, I know you love me." Without hesitation, I nodded. "Good," she said. Then she playfully punched my chest. "But don't scare me like that again. God!" "I'm really sorry, sweetie," I said. "I know. And I'm sorry I overreacted. I just... well... you know." I nodded. Then she shook her head and muttered to herself, "He wants to know _who_ to call his girlfriend? God." I lifted her chin and grinned at her. "Do you forgive me?" I asked. "No," she said teasingly. Then, "Yes, I forgive you. You're such a goof." "But I'm _your_ goof," I ventured. "But you're my goof," she agreed. Then hugged me tight. Relief and love washed over me as I held her. A few minutes later, she pulled back, looked at me speculatively, and waggled her eyebrows. "Are you a goof who's in the mood for a bedtime blowjob?" she asked. "I could probably be persuaded," I said with a sly grin. She tilted her head up for a kiss. When our lips met, I cupped her ass and pulled her toward me. "Good," she said when we broke the kiss. "Sucking you always calms me down." "Then I should get you worked up more often." "Don't push your luck," she said, even though we both knew she was kidding. With that, we turned out the lights, got undressed, and sank to the makeshift king-size bed. ----- Tuesday morning, my alarm went off at six thirty and I immediately opened my eyes. Since the mattresses were still on the floor and the alarm clock was on the desk next to my erstwhile bed, I pulled my arm from beneath Gina, rolled to my feet, and lunged for the buzzing device. Gina didn't want to wake up, so I shook her gently. "C'mon, sweetie," I said. "We've got to meet Kendall for breakfast." "Uh-uh," she mumbled. "Lemme sleep." "Do you wanna shower?" "Unnnnh." "Okay, I'll shower first. I'll be back in a few minutes. Okay?" When she didn't answer, I gently shook her again. "Okay?" "Fine. Whatever," she mumbled. Ten minutes later, when I came back into the room after my shower, she still wasn't awake. "C'mon, sweetie," I repeated, more forcefully this time. "We've got to meet Kendall for breakfast." "Don' care 'bout breakfast." I debated whether or not to just let her sleep, since her first class wasn't until ten. Unfortunately, I only had one room key, and I needed it to lock the door when I left. I could simply leave the key for her, but then we'd have to meet after her class, and I'd be locked out of my room until we did. Worse, I didn't want to leave the mattresses on the floor, in case the hall director assigned me a new roommate. (Having a new guy move into your room with the mattresses pushed together on the floor sends the _wrong_ message. Trust me.) "Gina, come on," I urged. "What time is it?" "Almost seven. We need to meet Kendall in ten minutes." "Jus' let me sleep." "Fine," I said at last, frustrated. "I'll leave you my key to lock the room." "Whatever." "Meet me in the South Carrick lobby after your class." "Okay, okay! Just let me get back to sleep." I took my room key off my key ring and put it next to her clothes. Then, with barely suppressed misgivings, I left. ----- My class ended at nine fifty. But Gina's class ended at _ten_ fifty, so I had an hour to kill. I got to the South Carrick lobby a little after ten and flopped onto one of the couches. I had an assignment from class, so I took out my sketchpad to pass the time. The assignment was lettering, and my handwriting had always been fairly neat. (I wrote like my father, whose engineering background demanded legible handwriting.) So it didn't take me long to master the letter shapes required for architecture. After twenty or thirty minutes of practice, I flipped to a new page and used my straightedge to draw faint guidelines. Then I began writing in earnest, forming the letters carefully. Soon, I became accustomed to writing at speed, and the words began to flow, block letters filling the page. I was actually proud of myself--for the first time in my life, I was writing like an architect. Unfortunately, I finished the assignment quickly. Then I glanced at my watch: Gina's class had just finished. So I shouldn't have long to wait. By eleven thirty, she still hadn't shown up, and I was getting frustrated. My twelve fifteen class was Art History, and my book was still in my room. I could live without it, of course, but I was mostly irked that Gina still hadn't returned my room key. By twelve, I was even angrier, but I was also a little worried. I was just about to head back to my room to see if she was still asleep, when she and another girl walked into the lobby. I shoved my sketchpad into my backpack and stood up. "Hey," Gina said as she approached. "Do you have my key?" I asked abruptly. "Of course." When she handed it over, I snatched it and pocketed it without thanking her. "God, what's the matter with _you?_" she asked. "I've been waiting for two _hours_," I said. "God. Sorry." "Whatever," I said. "Bye." With that I walked off. On the way back to my room, I began to feel guilty about being a jerk, but I also felt a little justified. If Gina had simply gotten up in the first place, or if she'd been on time after class, I wouldn't have been so angry. But she _hadn't_ gotten up, and she _hadn't_ been on time. Consequently, I had wasted two hours. Worse, I was going to be late to class. I ran from my dorm to the A&A building, but I was still too late. Once again, I had to sit in the back of the auditorium. I tried to be quiet as I slid into a chair, still breathing hard from the run over. Then I scanned the room for the cute brunette and her friend, but didn't see them. When the professor began speaking-- droning would be more like it--I started taking notes. In my peripheral vision, I caught a flash of movement and turned. My eyes met the brunette's and I felt my pulse quicken. Behind her, her blonde friend took a seat. The brunette held my eyes for a moment. Then she raised an eyebrow and smiled coquettishly. I tried not to stare as she sat down, stretched her firm, tanned legs, and then crossed them. For the remainder of the class, I tried not to let my eyes drift toward her. I also tried not to be distracted by her perfume, which was heady and intoxicating. I don't think I really succeeded on either count. "Did we miss anything?" she asked after the bell rang. "Not really," I said. I started to introduce myself, but she stood up before I could. Since it would be awkward for me to hold out my hand while I was still seated and she was standing, I stood as well. Unfortunately, she and the blonde turned to leave. From the aisle, the blonde turned and her blue eyes met mine. "Have a nice day," she said with a warm smile. "You too," I said lamely. With that, they headed toward the exit. At the doorway, the brunette said something to the blonde, who looked back and caught my eye again. Like a complete idiot, I waved. She rewarded me with another smile and then they were gone. In the hall, I caught sight of them again. As before, they were heading toward the atrium and sharing a bag of carrot sticks. Fortunately, neither of them looked back, so I paused for a moment and simply enjoyed watching them walk. They were both petite, but slim and well-toned, rather than willowy. And they both had good tans. For a moment, I imagined them nude, lying on the raft at camp. I pictured the blonde's breasts, firm and round, small, but shapely. Then my mind's eye turned to the brunette, whose breasts were a bit larger, about the same size as Gina's. As soon as my thoughts turned to Gina, however, I felt guilty. I'd been a real jerk about the key, but I _was_ angry about waiting for two hours. It was inconsiderate of Gina, but I shouldn't have been an ass, especially in front of the other girl (whom I didn't even know). As I walked back to the dorm, I resolved to call Gina and apologize. Unfortunately, the thought deserted me as soon as I opened the door to my room. My new roommate had moved in. One mattress was still on the floor, but he had up-ended it, and it was flopped over my bed frame. He had replaced his mattress on the frame on his side of the room, but he'd pulled off my extra sheets and simply thrown them on the floor next to my mattress. Then he'd simply piled all of his stuff on his bed. He had also taken the few things of mine that I'd left on his side of the desk and haphazardly tossed them to my side. And, of course, there was a note. I crossed the room and plucked it from the mirror. It read, _Keep your shit on your side of the room._ "Fuck you too," I said to the empty room. In a fit of pique, I picked up my backpack and left without a backward glance. ----- My initial anger redoubled when I returned to my room later that night. It looked like my stuff had been gone through. It wasn't obvious, but little things were different or rearranged. I waited for my roommate to return. While I did, I thought about what I wanted to say to him. My mother wouldn't have approved. When he still hadn't returned by midnight, I turned out the lights and climbed into bed. By the time I left to meet Kendall for breakfast on Wednesday morning, I still hadn't seen my roommate. I was still angry about him going through my stuff, though (not to mention the nasty note). Even Professor Tow's wisecracks in my Calculus class didn't cheer me up. In my Intro to Architecture class, Professor Spielman was interesting, so my mood improved a little. My ten o'clock class, American Literature, was the hippy, Professor Feller. I didn't like the fact that she really _did_ seem intent on giving a passing grade to anyone who simply showed up for class, but at least I wouldn't have to do much to earn an A. Over lunch, I told Kendall about the situation with my room key. "Have you apologized?" she asked. I shook my head. "I got distracted by my asshole roommate." "You don't _know_ he's an asshole, Paul," she said gently. "After all, you did leave the mattresses on the floor and all." "I didn't _want_ to," I said testily. "Gina wanted to sleep in. So it's not _my_ fault." Kendall read my mood and prudently let the subject drop. After lunch, my one o'clock class was Architectural Design, with Professor Joska, and I wasn't in the mood for his abuse. I wanted to skip the class, but decided against it. I reminded myself that my parents were paying a lot of money for me to attend college, and I knew they expected me to actually _go_ to class. So I swallowed my festering anger and promised myself that I wouldn't let Joska get to me. Since I'd been surly during lunch, I tried to lighten my mood as Kendall and I left the dining hall. She could tell that I was still angry, but she seemed to appreciate the attempt. "I'm sorry you've had a rotten day," she said as we stood together before heading to our separate classes. "Me too. And I'm sorry I've been a jerk." "You haven't been a jerk. You've just got a lot on your mind right now." "I know, but that's no excuse," I said. She shook her head in agreement. "I've still got to apologize to Gina," I said. "I haven't talked to her all day." Kendall nodded again and then kissed me. "I love you." "I love you too," I said. Then I took a deep breath and pasted on a false smile. "Time for Joska," I said. "You'll do fine. Just relax and don't take it personally." "I swear," I said, "if that guy goes off on me today, I think I'll slug him." "I'll come bail you out," she said, trying to cheer me up. "After all, I think I know half the cops in Knoxville." I laughed and then reluctantly smiled. "Thanks for being you," I said. "I don't know who else to be." "Good. Now, we gotta go. I don't wanna give Joska any excuse, so I'd better not be late to class." "I'll call you when I get back to the apartment," she said. Then she kissed me again. "Bye." "Seeya," I said. With that, I shouldered my pack and turned toward the A&A building. ----- "Joska wasn't a dick today," Trip said as we walked back to the dorm. "I think that's a first." "No kidding," I said darkly. "I'm sure that'll change," he said. "You're probably right." "Oh, I was talking to Samantha and Antonio before you got to class," he said. "They seem pretty cool. Samantha's _real_ organized, which'll help with some of the more complex projects. She already has a calendar with due dates marked in red." "Cool." "And Antonio's a pretty sharp guy, although I gotta wonder what an Asian dude's doing with a name like Cardenas. And he says he's from Campbell County, which is up by Kentucky. So he's probably got an interesting story." "I was wondering about that myself," I said. "Yeah," Trip agreed with a nod. "Anyway, you wanna hang out? Luke wanted to go shoot some hoops." "Sure," I said. When we got to my room, I opened the door and stopped in my tracks. "What's the matter?" Trip asked. "My roommate's gone." "Huh?" "That's _two!_" "What're you talking about, man?" I quickly explained about my first roommate and his disappearance. "So now," I finished, "my second roommate's gone too." Trip looked past me into the room. Sure enough, all of the new guy's stuff was gone. "Well," I said at last, "at least I never met this guy either. He seemed like an asshole." "Good riddance," Trip said. "No kidding. But this is really starting to piss me off," I said as we entered the room. I threw my backpack on the bed and shook my head in amazement. "I mean, I haven't met _either_ of these guys, but the RAs still haven't told me a thing about them moving out. No warning, no nothing. One day they're here, the next, they're gone." "That sucks, man," he said. "Do you mind if I see if I can find Cary? I mean, this is really bugging me. I'd like to at least _talk_ to a roommate before he moves out." "Sure, man," Trip said. "I'll go with you." Surprisingly, Cary answered the door when I knocked. "Paul," he said. _At least he remembered my name,_ I thought sarcastically. "What can I do for you?" he asked. "My roommate's gone," I said flatly. "Again." "Oh dear," he said. Then he stood aside. "Come in." As we stepped into the room, he studied Trip for a moment. "Franklin, right?" "Right," Trip said. "But everyone calls me Trip." "Sorry," Cary said. Then he turned to me. "Your roommate, Karl Younkin, was arrested today. He's going to be expelled." "What for?" I asked, shocked. "I don't know if I can say," he said. But after a moment's consideration, he leaned close. "He was busted for selling cocaine. Can you believe it? So we moved him out of your room. We're storing his possessions until his parents pick them up." For a moment, I was dumbfounded. "What're you going to do next?" Trip asked. "Will Paul get a new roommate?" Cary nodded quickly. "Wade said he's already notified your next roommate." "I want to be there when he moves in," I said. "Well, I don't know...," Cary hedged. "Paul hasn't met _either_ of his roommates," Trip said evenly. "I think the least you could do is make sure he meets this one, _before_ he moves in." "I suppose that would be okay," Cary said. "What _did_ happen to my first roommate?" I asked, changing the subject before Cary could change his mind. "He dropped out of school and moved back to Florida," Cary said. "I think his girlfriend broke up with him. He seemed very upset." "Oh, shit," I said, smacking my forehead as I suddenly remembered the room key incident with Gina. If I didn't want _my_ girlfriend to break up with me, I'd better give her a call and apologize. "What?" Trip asked. "Nothing," I temporized. "I've just gotta make a phone call." Then I turned to Cary. "Do you know anything about my new roommate?" I asked. "He's currently living in Hess," Cary said. "He was supposed to have a room in Reese, but there was a problem with his paperwork. I don't know anything else, though." "When is he moving in?" "I don't know," Cary said. "But I'll talk to Wade and let you know." "Okay, thanks." "Thanks, Cary," Trip said. As we turned to go, Cary picked up the phone. "I'll tell Luke we'll play basketball some other time," Trip said as we walked down the hall. "He'll understand." "Thanks, man," I said. "No problem." "And I've gotta call my girlf-- I mean, I've gotta call Gina." "Cool. Come on across the hall when you're off the phone. We'll hang out." "Okay. Thanks," I said. When I called Gina's room, Faith answered. Then I remembered that Gina was in class until four. I left a message for her to call me and then headed across the hall. When I entered the room, Luke was telling a joke in his Cajun patois. "So Boudreaux says, 'Thibodeaux, you _couillon_, you don't need no doctor, your finger's broke!'" Trip and Jeff roared with laughter. "Hey y'all," I said when they settled down. "Hey Paul," Luke said. "How they hangin'?" Jeff asked. "Sorry about your roommate," Luke said. "Trip told you?" I asked. They nodded. "Bummer," Jeff said. "Not really. This last guy didn't really seem like the coolest dude," I said "Then fuck him," Jeff said. After we all nodded, he turned to Trip. "How 'bout some music?" "What do y'all wanna listen to?" Trip asked as he began flipping through albums. "Zeppelin," Jeff said. "Or AC/DC." Then, "Hey, do you have any Black Sabbath?" "No, not that crap," Luke said. "Styx. Or Cheap Trick." "How about _I_ pick something?" Trip suggested. We spent the rest of the afternoon just shooting the breeze and listening to music (mostly The Cars and Hall & Oates). Unfortunately, I forgot all about Gina. ----- Copyright (c) 2004 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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