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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
Part: Chapter 14
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, teen, oral, anal, voy, exhib, Fdom, caution
Revision: 1.03
Word Count: 13,326
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book3/
FTP Site: ftp://ftp.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book3/
Discussion Forum: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Scipio_Forum/

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                       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 
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Copyright (c) 2004 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

On Saturday morning, I slept in and skipped breakfast. A little 
after ten o'clock, I finally woke up. But then I decided to 
simply lie in bed. I was so comfortable that I didn't even feel 
like jerking off. _That's_ relaxed.

About an hour later, Gina called.

"What're you up to?" she asked.

"Nothing," I answered blissfully.

"Yesterday was Leah's birthday," she said. "When I talked to her, 
she asked about you. I told her you had exams all day, but that 
you wanted me to tell her 'Happy Birthday.' I hope that's okay."

"Yeah, thanks." I'd been so caught up in my own life--not to 
mention studying for midterms--that I'd completely forgotten 
about Leah's birthday. It was her Sweet Sixteen, and I was glad 
that Gina had covered for me.

"Anyway," she continued, "I also told her we'd try to call today. 
Erin and your parents will be over at our house for a barbeque 
later today; they're having a party for Leah and a bunch of her 
friends from school."

I vaguely recalled Erin mentioning something like that the last 
time I talked to her.

"Miss Goody-two-shoes went home for the weekend," Gina said. "So 
do you wanna come over and hang out?"

"That'd be cool," I said. "Lemme get cleaned up and I'll call you 
when I head out."

"Okay."

After I showered and shaved, I got dressed and headed downstairs. 
Gina met me in the South Carrick lobby and then we headed up to 
her room. Inside, I pulled up short, in surprise.

"Whoa, that's new," I said.

Faith had hung a new poster over her bed. It depicted Jesus 
looking heavenward and praying. It was a _large_ poster.

"She wanted to hang it on the door," Gina said sourly. "I told 
her that if she did, it'd be gone before she could turn around."

I blinked at her venomous tone.

"I hate her," Gina said simply. "And she's starting to figure 
that out. So we basically don't talk to each other anymore. She 
still prays for me, though," she said, her tone heavy with irony. 
"Only now, she says things like 'I pray that some girls at UT 
will stop acting like harlots' and 'Jesus, save certain people 
from the ways of Jezebel'--whoever _Jezebel_ was. I wanted to 
scratch her eyes out when she called me a harlot, though. Can you 
believe that?"

"Holy shit," I said quietly.

"No, holy _bull_shit," Gina said. Then she grinned at her own 
joke. "Anyway, forget about her. I try to... every day."

"When did you want to call Leah?" I asked, changing the subject.

"The party starts at two, so everyone should be at our house by 
now."

With that, she walked into the foyer and picked up the phone.

"I'd like to make a collect call," she said to the operator, "to 
area code 404..."

As she made the call, I thought about Faith. Then I shook my head 
in disbelief at her behavior. She _was_ judgmental, but she'd 
always been nice to me.

Then I thought about my own roommate. I guess I was lucky to live 
with Billy. Even though we didn't see each other much, he seemed 
like a regular guy. And after my first two roommates, I was happy 
to have _anybody_ who didn't suddenly disappear.

A moment later, Gina returned to the room, interrupting my 
contemplation. She moved the phone out of the way, stood on 
tiptoe to kiss me, and then returned the receiver to her ear.

"Uh-huh," she said. "No, they weren't all that hard. I've got 
another one on Monday, but that's the last of them. I think I did 
well," she said. Then she grinned at me. "Hold on a second, Mom. 
Paul's here. He wants to say hi."

Before I could do more than blink, Gina thrust the phone at me.

I talked to Elizabeth for at least five minutes: about school, 
classes, professors, midterms, and more. Then Leah started 
pestering her. Elizabeth said goodbye and passed the phone to her 
youngest daughter.

"Hi," Leah chirped.

"Hi yourself," I said. Then I wished her a happy birthday.

While she chattered on for several minutes, I tried not to grin. 
She talked about friends, clothes, music, and more. Sixteen 
didn't seem that young, but to my eighteen-year-old ears, Leah 
sounded like a kid.

"God, Paul," she said at last, "I wish you and Gina could be 
here."

"Well," I said, "we'll be home for Thanksgiving."

"But that's a month away. More!"

"I know," I said, chuckling.

"I was thinking...," she said, her voice suggestive. "Maybe Gina 
will let you--"

"Hold on a second," I interrupted, "Gina's trying to get my 
attention." I was pretty sure Leah wanted to talk about sex. And 
while I didn't object to the idea of having sex with her, I 
didn't want to make a promise that would cause me problems later.

At my desperate look, Gina smiled and took the phone.

"Hey, Leah," she said. "It's me... No, I didn't want you to talk 
his ear off. I mean, he's _my_ boyfriend," she said. Then she 
laughed. "Maybe if you're good... maybe... _Leah!_ Maybe, okay? We'll 
see," she said, with finality. Then, "Hey, lemme talk to Mom... 
okay... happy birthday again... bye."

Gina talked to her mother for a minute and then asked to speak to 
my mom. After a few pleasantries, she handed the phone to me. I 
talked to Mom for a few minutes, filling her in on everything 
that had happened since our last phone call.

I talked to my dad for a few minutes as well, and I even managed 
not to blush when he told me how proud he was. Then I talked to 
Erin. She seemed more grown-up than Leah, but she still talked 
about teenage-girl things.

Finally, Gina talked to her parents for a few more minutes and 
then we hung up.

"God," she said, when she returned from the foyer, "I thought 
we'd never get off the phone."

"Was Leah asking about what I think she was?" I asked.

With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Gina nodded.

"Uh-oh."

"You made a good impression," she teased. "I still think she 
likes girls more than guys, but she seems to like _some_ guys 
more than others."

I rolled my eyes.

"After all," Gina said, "I think she's predisposed to like 
certain parts of a guy. She can't help it," she added whimsically. 
"It's in her genes."

"Oh really?"

"Mmm hmm. And it's time for me to reacquaint myself with a 
certain part of you," she said softly. Then she tilted her head 
back for a kiss.

When our lips met, I pulled her against me.

"God, you make me so hot," she said when we finally broke the 
kiss. "Even if that _does_ make me a harlot. Now c'mon," she said, 
reaching for my belt. "You know what I want... you know what I 
_need_."

With a knowing smile, I nodded. Coincidentally, it was exactly 
what _I_ needed as well. As my dick stiffened, Gina sank to her 
knees. A moment later, she fished out my hard-on and wrapped her 
lips around the glans.

_Sorry, Leah,_ I thought, _Gina got here first... and she's oh so 
good._

As Gina started sucking in earnest, I closed my eyes and stopped 
thinking, period.

-----

Later that afternoon, Trip and I did a quick workout and then I 
returned to my room to shower and get ready for Regan and Rod's 
party. It started at seven, but Gina wanted to get there by five, 
to help with the preparations.

The weather had turned cool, so I picked out a pair of khakis and 
a long-sleeved Polo button-down. Then I called Kendall.

"Hey," I said, when she answered. "We need to leave in about 
twenty minutes. Are you ready to go?"

Silence.

"Hello?"

"I'm here," she said without inflection.

"Well? Are you ready to go?"

"I'm not going," she said.

"But you said..."

"I know what I said. But I changed my mind."

For the next few minutes, we went back and forth. I told her that 
the party was important to Gina, but that didn't seem to matter.

The guests would be mostly Greeks, she said, and she flat-out 
refused to go.

I was sympathetic, but my sympathy only went so far. I tried to 
explain that Greeks were people just like us, and that she'd have 
fun once she got there, but she wouldn't listen.

According to her, fraternity guys were all assholes (she actually 
used the word "assholes"), and sorority girls were all shallow 
bitches (she didn't say "bitches," but her meaning was clear).

"Fine," I said at last, giving up in disgust. "Don't go."

"Do you want to come down here?"

"What for?" I asked incredulously.

"I thought..."

"You thought I wouldn't go? Just because _you're_ not going?"

"But... you're not like them."

"I'm a lot more like them than you want to admit," I said.

"No, you're _not_," she said. "You're _nothing_ like them."

"Yes, I am," I said. "And I'm going. This is important to Gina, 
which means it's important to _me_. And Gina thought it'd be nice 
for the three of us to do something together, but I guess that 
doesn't mean anything to you. If you don't want to go, I can't 
force you. But I'm not gonna live my life based on your petty 
prejudices. Now, I gotta go."

Without saying goodbye, I slammed the phone into the cradle.

"What's all the shoutin' about, Loverboy?" T.J. asked.

I hadn't even heard his door open. Normally, T.J. and I ignored 
each other. Except for a couple of times on the football field, 
we didn't get along. So we'd come to an unspoken agreement: I 
didn't bother him and he didn't bother me.

"Trouble in paradise?" he asked.

"Shut the fuck up, T.J., before I--"

"Before you _what?!_" he sneered, suddenly in my face.

A moment later, Glen appeared in the doorway.

T.J. looked back at him. "What?" he demanded. "_He_ started it," 
he added, pointing to me.

"One day, you're gonna shoot your mouth off, T.J.," I said, "and 
Glen's not gonna be around to keep you out of trouble."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," I said. "And I'm gonna enjoy beating the crap outta you."

"You think you're so tough, _pretty boy?_" he asked, in my face 
again. "Bring it on. I ain't afraid of you. I'll kick your ass."

"Cool it, T.J.," Glen rumbled. Then he looked at me. "You too."

"You know, Glen," I said, "I don't know what you see in this 
runt."

Glen's eyes hardened.

A half-second later, T.J. shoved me.

Before I could lunge at him, Glen jerked him back and stepped 
between us. Even though I'd seen the big man on the football 
field, I was still shocked by how quickly he moved.

"We don't want no trouble," he said.

I didn't think I could make it through him to get to T.J.

"God dammit, Glen," T.J. blustered, "He started it."

"I don't care," Glen said to his roommate. Then he looked at me 
again. "Seriously, we don't want no trouble."

When I looked into Glen's eyes, they were resolute. They were 
also apologetic. He knew as well as I did that T.J. had started 
things.

"Y'all go on to your party and have a good time," Glen said to me.

I stared at him for a moment longer, my blood hot with anger.

He nodded; he knew I was going to back down (no matter how much 
it galled me to do it).

"Next time, I'll kick your ass," T.J. taunted.

"_Cool it_," Glen said to him.

Then, without waiting for me to retreat, Glen grabbed T.J. and 
forcefully propelled him into their room. When he shut the door, 
he locked it as well.

Through the closed door, I heard Glen's voice.

"Why d'you gotta give him shit all the time?" he asked.

"'Cause he's a stuck-up _ass_hole," T.J. half-shouted.

As I turned toward my room, T.J. was still going, but Glen hadn't 
said another word. One day, I vowed, I was going to give T.J. 
what he deserved. And he _wasn't_ going to enjoy the experience.

Back in my room, I shook my head to clear it and then gathered my 
things. Gina had said that Rod's parents had a pool, so I needed 
to bring a swimsuit. I threw some trunks, a towel, and a change 
of clothes into a duffel bag and then headed downstairs.

Even though T.J. had distracted me from my fight with Kendall, I 
was _not_ in a good mood when I called Gina from the South 
Carrick lobby.

She heard the tension in my voice. "What's the matter?" she asked.

"Kendall's not going tonight," I said flatly.

"Is she okay?" Gina asked in concern.

"She's fine, she's just not going."

"This is about _me_, isn't it?"

"No," I half-lied. "It's about Greeks."

"_I'm_ a Greek, Paul." Then, "I can't _believe_ how prejudiced 
she is. She doesn't even _know_ these people! I mean, I can 
understand if someone doesn't like me because I'm not white. I 
don't like it, but I've gotten used to it. But God! To not like 
me because of who my friends are?!"

I started to answer, but she cut me off.

"That's the _last_ time I try to do something nice for her," she 
seethed. "I know who my _real_ friends are. God, she drives me 
crazy. Oh, forget her. I'll be right down."

With a click, the line went dead.

_Well,_ I thought darkly, _at least Gina and I are in the same 
mood. That's worth something, right?_

-----

On the drive to Rod's house, Gina and I were silent.

Rod's parents lived in the same neighborhood as Bridget's family, 
but Rod's house was even bigger. It was directly on the river, 
and Gina told me to drive around back, since the party was at the 
boathouse. (In reality, their "boathouse" was larger than my 
family's house in Atlanta.)

"What do Rod's parents do?" I asked.

"His grandfather started some oil and gas company, and his dad 
runs it. They've got lots of old money. I mean, Regan told me 
that Rod's trust fund is worth four million dollars."

"_Four million dollars?!_"

"That's what _I_ said," Gina agreed. "Regan's got a trust fund 
from her grandfather, but it's only a million dollars."

"_Only_," I said sarcastically.

"No kidding. I'd like to have those kinds of problems." As we 
pulled up to the boathouse, her brow wrinkled in confusion. 
"What's _she_ doing here?"

"Who?" I asked.

"Regan," she said, pointing at a red convertible. "That's her 
car."

"Whose car is the black Porsche?"

"That's Rod's," she said absently. "We're early, but..."

"Do we need to come back later?"

She shook her head. "Regan sometimes leaves her car here. I'm 
sure that's what happened. Jess and Hayley are supposed to keep 
her occupied 'til it's time for her to be here."

I nodded and then parked the Jeep next to the little red Alfa 
Romeo.

When we knocked on the boathouse door, no one answered. After 
knocking again, we waited a few minutes. Finally, Gina tried the 
door--it was unlocked. As soon as we stepped inside, Gina called 
out.

No one answered.

We walked toward the back of the house and heard loud music. Then 
we followed the strains of David Bowie until we got to one of the 
bedrooms. The door was ajar, but as Gina reached to push it open, 
she suddenly stopped. Then she gasped and covered her mouth.

When I looked into the room, my eyes flew wide.

Regan and a guy I could only presume was Rod were on the bed. 
They were both nude, but that wasn't the shocking part. With her 
strap-on firmly in place, Regan was on her knees behind Rod.

She was fucking him in the ass.

Too stunned to move, I watched as the Nordic blonde pumped into 
him. With each thrust, he grimaced in pleasure.

A moment later, Gina turned, her hand still covering her mouth. 
She urgently gestured back the way we'd come.

"Oh, my God!" she blurted when we reached the safety of the 
driveway. "We've got to get out of here."

With that, we jumped into the Jeep and sped away. Then we turned 
into a little park about a mile from Rod's house.

"Oh... my... God," Gina said again. "Did you see that?"

I nodded numbly.

"Paul, you've got to promise me--you can't say a word about that... 
to _anyone_. Not even Kendall."

Once again, I nodded, my thoughts still chaotic.

We sat in shocked silence for several minutes, each of us staring 
at nothing. Then, completely out of the blue, Gina started 
giggling. A moment later, I began laughing as well.

"Oh, my God," I said at last.

"That has got to be one of the funniest, kinkiest things I've 
_ever_ seen," Gina said. "And we've seen some pretty kinky 
stuff," she added.

"No kidding."

"I had no idea..."

"It's not exactly something you talk about," I said. "I mean, 
you'll probably never hear a guy say, 'Hi, I'm Rod. I let my 
girlfriend fuck me in the ass with a strap-on.'"

That started us giggling again.

"Jeez," I said, once we calmed down.

"And did you see the size of his dick?" Gina asked.

"I wasn't exactly looking at his _dick_," I said. I'm sure she 
figured out that I'd been looking at Regan's breasts instead.

"Regan said he was big, but... wow. He must be nine or ten inches," 
she mused. Then she suddenly looked at me. "I like yours better, 
though."

"I'm glad," I said glibly.

"But God, he's even bigger than your dad. Well, longer at least..."

When she trailed off, we sat in silence for a few moments.

"Paul?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever thought about... you know... with a guy?"

"_What?!_"

"Have you ever thought about doing it... with a guy?"

"Are you kidding?" I asked.

"Not by yourself, silly," she said. "You know, like two guys and 
a girl, everybody doing everybody else, and--"

I immediately shook my head.

"I'm not talking about doing it back there," she said. "But maybe 
just a blowjob."

"No," I said adamantly. Then, to my utter disbelief, my dick 
began to stiffen. I shifted in my seat and tried to hide it. 
_What am I thinking?!_ I wondered frantically. Perversely, Gina 
seemed to sense my nascent arousal.

"You've never thought about getting a blowjob from a guy?" she 
asked, her eyes smoldering.

"Absolutely _not_."

"I think that'd be cool... to watch a guy give you head."

"Gina?! What do you think I am?" I asked, my voice almost 
strangled.

"I think you're a guy who likes to have his dick sucked," she 
said simply. "I mean, what's the difference between a girl's 
mouth and a guy's?"

"A lot!"

"Like what? What if you had your eyes closed? Could you still 
tell if a guy was sucking you?"

"Gina, jeez. Can we change the subject?" I asked plaintively. To 
make matters worse, I was acutely aware of my burgeoning erection. 
I'd never, _ever_ thought about having sex with a guy, but when 
Gina talked about it, her excitement was contagious. Maybe it was 
simply a titillating fantasy. Maybe it was the thrill of 
something taboo. Maybe it was because I was a complete horn-dog, 
and didn't care _who_ sucked me off.

"Why?" she asked, jerking me out of my confused introspection. 
"Why is it okay for _me_ to go down on another girl," she asked, 
"but when I want to talk about a guy going down on you, you 
suddenly want to talk about something else?"

"It's not that, it's..."

"It's what?" she pressed.

"I'm _not_ gay," I said.

"I didn't say you were. And getting a blowjob from a guy isn't 
going to _make_ you gay."

"Um, _yeah_. That's what gay guys _do_."

"Um, _no_," she said, mocking me. "I mean, _I'm_ bisexual. Why 
can't a guy be bisexual?"

"You either suck dick, or you do _not_ suck dick," I said.

"Then I guess you're lucky I suck dick," she shot back.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Then what _did_ you mean? Are only _girls_ supposed to put your 
dick in their mouth? It's not okay for a _guy_ to do it?"

"No!"

"That's a pretty big double standard," she said.

"Why?" I asked in exasperation. "Do you _want_ some guy to suck 
my dick? Is that it?"

"No, not if you don't want to," she said, much to my relief. "But 
don't you think it's kinda sexy to think about it?"

"No."

"Not at all?"

I shook my head.

"You don't think about two lips wrapped around your dick, slowly 
sucking you off...?"

"As long as it's a girl," I said.

"What if you can't see who it is?"

"I'd know," I said. "Trust me. I could tell."

"And you know this because of your years of experience getting 
head from girls _and_ guys, right?"

"You know what I mean," I said. "I'd just be able to tell, that's 
all."

She looked at me speculatively for a moment.

What was she thinking? Why was she looking at me like that? Did 
she think I was gay? Did she want to watch some other guy suck my 
dick? Is _that_ what this was really about?

"Paul?"

"Yeah?" I answered, trying to make sense of my chaotic thoughts.

"What if I wanted you and some other guy to screw me?"

"And...?" I prompted, waiting for the _real_ question.

"Well, what if... after you two screwed me silly... what if we wanted 
to daisy chain?"

I clenched my jaw.

"What if you go down on me, I go down on the guy, and he goes 
down on you? Remember," she stressed, "you'd be licking me, so 
you couldn't see that it wasn't a girl giving you head."

"I'd _know_," I said.

"Would you _really?_"

"Yes!"

"But don't you think it'd be sexy?" she asked.

"No!"

In spite of my denials, I _did_ think it was sexy, if only a 
little. Worse, my hard-on gave me away.

Without a word, Gina shifted in her seat and leaned against me. 
Then she put her hand on the lump in my pants.

"What're you doing?" I asked, in growing panic.

"If you don't think it's sexy," she practically cooed, "then 
why're you hard?"

"I _don't_ think it's sexy," I insisted.

Gina didn't need Kendall's insight; she could feel the lie in my 
pants. With a skeptical grin, she deftly unzipped my fly.

"Gina, don't..."

"I want to," she purred. "All this talk of blowjobs has gotten me 
pretty worked up."

"Gina... no."

"Well," she said, lowering her head to my lap, "we've got to hide 
out here until Regan leaves Rod's." Then she wrapped her lips 
around my glans. After sucking me for a moment, she came up for 
air. "Keep an eye out for Regan's car. Until then," she said, a 
mischievous grin in her voice, "you can pretend I'm a guy while I 
suck you off. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She didn't wait for 
me to answer before plunging her lips over my erection.

"Treacherous organ," I muttered.

"Mmm hmm," she agreed, her lips around my cock. "Vewy tweachewous. 
An' vewy hawd."

"God," I breathed. "Just shut up and suck me."

Her lips tightened in a smile. "Yes, siwr," she mumbled. Then she 
took me too deep to talk at all.

She was in the mood to suck me slowly, and I was more than happy 
to oblige her. Fifteen minutes into the blowjob, however, a red 
blur caught my eye. I glanced up to see Regan's sports car fly 
past the entrance to the little park.

"Regan just drove by," I half-grunted.

Gina let my dick slip from her lips. "Did she see us?" she asked.

"I don't think so."

"Okay. Are you ready to come?"

"I've been ready for five minutes," I said.

With a happy sigh, she tried to swallow me whole. Her soft, 
supple lips worked their magic, and in less than a minute, I was 
on the verge of exploding. I held her head in place as I rocked 
my hips, forcing my cock in and out of her lips.

With a grunt, I stiffened and flooded her mouth with hot, white 
semen. She moaned in surprise at the force of my ejaculation. 
After two spurts, she swallowed. The next two spurts weren't as 
strong, but she swallowed again. As my orgasm subsided, she 
gently sucked me, taking care to avoid the sensitive glans.

When she finally released my softening dick, she smacked her lips 
happily.

"God, I love the taste of your come," she said softly.

I merely breathed hard in reply.

A moment later, I tucked my dick back into my pants while Gina 
opened her purse and pulled out a hairbrush. When she turned the 
rearview mirror to examine herself, she chuckled.

"What?" I asked.

"This is gonna sound crazy, but..."

"What?"

"I love the way I look after I suck you off. I dunno," she said 
with a shrug. "I kind of glow. And I always have this silly, 
semi-vacant look in my eyes. I just think it's funny," she said, 
shrugging again.

"I probably look the same," I said.

"Not really. You look like the cat that ate the canary."

I chuckled. That's exactly what I said to myself sometimes.

With a self-satisfied grin, I watched as Gina fixed her makeup 
and hair. Once we were presentable, I started the Jeep and pulled 
out of the park.

With a deliberate effort, I banished all thoughts of guys giving 
blowjobs. I was still disturbed by Gina's baiting questions--not 
to mention my own reaction--but I didn't want to think about it 
too much. (I might not like the conclusions.)

Back at Rod's boathouse, his Porsche was the only car there.

"Remember," Gina said, "you can't say _anything_ about earlier. 
Not even a hint. If they find out that we saw, I don't know what 
they'll do. I mean, I don't wanna be kicked out of Chi O for 
something as stupid as a little buggery," she said. Then, to my 
surprise, she laughed.

"What?"

"That's a word my mom uses... 'buggery.'"

"Well, it fits," I said.

"I'm sure Rod says the same thing about Regan's strap-on," she 
joked.

I felt my face heating, which made her giggle.

"C'mon, pitter-pat man," she said fondly. Then she put her hand 
on mine and smiled. "Who needs Kendall?"

Without waiting for a reply, Gina hopped out of the Jeep.

Rod answered the door the third time we knocked (we didn't _dare_ 
enter the house on our own--not again). He had a towel wrapped 
around his waist, and he'd obviously just finished a shower.

_Well, I'd probably want to take a shower too, especially after 
getting fucked in the ass,_ I mused. Then I tried to hide my 
shiver of distaste.

"Hey, Gina," Rod said. Then, "You're early."

"Sorry, I thought you knew... Anyway," Gina said. Then she gestured 
to me. "Rod, this is my boyfriend, Paul. Paul, this is Rod 
Fortner."

"Paul Hughes," I said, holding out my hand.

"Yeah, whatever," he said. "C'mon in. You can hang out while I 
get dressed. Neil and Margot should be here in a little while."

With that, he turned and headed toward the back of the house.

I'd known Rod less than a minute, and I didn't like him already.

-----

Neil and Margot showed up about thirty minutes later.

I'd already met Margot Seaford--she was the blonde who'd been 
with Gina and Regan when they stopped by the Payton's RV. Her 
boyfriend, Neil Lowry, was a carbon copy of Rod. He greeted me 
indifferently and then promptly ignored me.

While the guys tapped the kegs (which had been delivered earlier), 
the girls started hanging streamers and decorating.

"What can I help with?" I asked Rod.

"I dunno," he said. "Why don't you go help the girls or 
something."

Translation: go away, you're bothering us.

Silent reply: fine, fuck you very much.

I helped the girls hang a big Happy Birthday banner and then the 
three of us started opening bags of chips and pretzels.

While we did, Gina and Margot talked about who was coming to the 
party. It sounded like an exclusively Pike and Chi O affair. From 
my experience during Rush Week, I didn't think I'd like many of 
the Pikes.

_Maybe Kendall was right after all,_ I thought. Then I pasted on 
a smile. _Making Gina happy is a good reason to be here,_ I told 
myself firmly.

People started arriving a little after seven. Gina introduced me 
to the Chi O girls and some of their boyfriends (the ones she 
knew, at least).

When it became clear that my father wasn't in the same tax 
bracket as theirs, however, most of the Pike guys dismissed me as 
so much dross. They weren't overtly rude about it, but I could 
tell.

_It's going to be a _long_ night,_ I silently predicted.

-----

When Regan arrived at eight o'clock, two girls led her into the 
house in a blindfold. She knew something was up, but she still 
acted shocked when we all shouted "Surprise!"

Regan professed ignorance about the party, but I was pretty sure 
she'd known about it. After all, she was at the boathouse earlier 
in the day, so she must've known something was up.

She thanked the two girls who'd brought her. Then she came over 
to us and hugged Gina. A moment later, Rod possessively put his 
arm around Regan and led her off to talk to someone else. Gina 
used the opportunity to introduce the girls who'd kept Regan away 
from the party until the appointed time.

"Paul," Gina said, "I'd like you to meet my big sister, Jessica 
Roedeffer. Jess, this is Paul."

We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.

"And this is Regan's big sister," Gina said, "Hayley Devlin."

Hayley's name sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.

She didn't seem to notice my hesitation, though, and we shook 
hands in greeting.

As we made small talk, I took a moment to study the two girls.

Jessica was slender and attractive, with flaxen hair and blue 
eyes. Although she was about Gina's height, she had slimmer hips 
and smaller breasts.

Unlike Jessica, Hayley was tall, with light brown hair and blue 
eyes. She had a lithe, attractive figure, and she carried herself 
like a model. At first, I couldn't decide why I didn't like her. 
Then I realized what it was: she _knew_ she was pretty, and she 
acted like I should be thankful simply for being in her presence. 
Unfortunately for her, I knew a lot of pretty girls, and most of 
them weren't conceited about it.

Strike one for Hayley.

A few moments later, a guy came up behind her and wrapped his 
arms around her. When she turned and saw who it was, she hugged 
him in return. As they headed toward the kegs, Jessica got my 
attention.

"So," she said, "Gina tells me you're an architecture major."

I nodded.

"How do you like it?"

"It's a lot of work," I said. "But it's worth it."

"I dated an architecture major when I was a freshman," she said. 
"He was a junior, and he was really cool, but I never saw him. He 
was always working on a project or something."

"Well, right now, I don't have too many projects," I said. "But 
next year, I'll have lots to do, and even more after that. It 
only gets harder from here on out," I said.

Gina smiled proudly.

"So, what's your major?" I asked Jessica.

"Hotel and Restaurant Management."

"You can get a _degree_ in that?" I blurted. _Note to self: put 
brain into gear _before_ engaging mouth._ Fortunately, Jessica 
didn't take offense.

"Oh, yes," she said. "It's a serious major."

"Jess's father is a big manager for Hilton Hotels," Gina said. 
"He's here to manage the new Hilton, for the World's Fair next 
year."

"Oh, now that's cool," I said.

Gina, Jessica, and I made small talk for a few minutes, until 
Regan ran up and grabbed Gina.

"C'mon," Regan said. "Rod just gave me one of my presents. It's 
you-know-what. So let's go freshen our makeup." Then she looked 
at Jessica. "Do you wanna come too?"

"No, thanks," Jessica said. "I'm fine. You go on."

"Are you sure?"

Jessica nodded. "I'll keep Paul company until Gina gets back."

With that, Gina and Regan headed toward the back of the house. On 
the way, they collected Margot and Hayley. I chuckled at the 
group powder break that girls always seemed to organize. Hayley 
even seemed to be...

Suddenly, I remembered.

"What?" Jessica asked when I snapped my fingers..

"I just remembered something," I said, playing it off. "It's 
nothing."

But it _wasn't_ nothing. I knew where I'd heard Hayley's name 
before: Kendall.

Hayley and another Chi O girl had been involved in Kendall's Big 
Mistake Guy incident. Hayley wasn't a common name, but I decided 
to ask anyway. Jessica confirmed my suspicions--Hayley was the 
only girl with that name in Chi Omega.

Strike two for Hayley.

A moment later, I neatly deflected Jessica's question regarding 
my curiosity--I made up a quick, vague story about a friend of a 
friend. She took my fib at face value.

When Gina returned, she had a wild gleam in her eye.

"Let's go get something to drink," she said.

With a knowing grin, Jessica waved us off when I asked if she 
wanted anything.

On the way to the kegs, Gina pulled me into a bedroom. The party 
wasn't in full swing yet, so the room was still empty. As soon as 
she shut the door, she practically threw herself into my arms. 
After kissing me for several seconds, she pulled back.

"What was that for?" I asked, surprised.

"Because you're the best boyfriend in the world."

I arched my eyebrows.

"And you make me _so_ hot," she added. "I'm sure you'll have to 
screw me senseless before the night's out," she said.

"_Here?_"

"_Some_where," she said. "I'm sure we can slip away for a few 
minutes."

"You're not satisfied from earlier?"

"Earlier was just a warm-up," she said, her voice sultry.

Then she tilted her head back and drew me down for another kiss. 
After a minute or two of lip lock, we returned to the party.

In party overdrive, Gina dragged me toward the beer. The football 
game was on the TV in the den, but I barely caught a glimpse 
before Gina introduced me to another pledge.

The next couple of hours were a blur of new people, conversation, 
beer, and football. Unfortunately, UT lost to Alabama, 38-19. 
Everyone's spirits fell at that, but most people were too drunk 
to stay dejected for long. When Rod turned up the stereo, the 
party quickly picked up.

Gina had disappeared with Regan a few times, but for the most 
part, she stuck by my side. She was in a crazy mood, though. The 
beer didn't seem to affect her, and she drank almost as much as I 
did. I probably had only four or five beers, though, since I 
didn't want to make a fool of myself (like some of the Pikes 
seemed more than willing to do).

In addition to being in party overdrive, Gina seemed to be in 
sexual overdrive as well. Every time we had a moment to ourselves, 
she made a suggestive comment. A couple of times, she fondled me 
when no one was looking. Once, she even managed to get her hand 
into my pants and stroke me to hardness.

After the football game ended, she dragged me away from the party. 
We couldn't find anyplace without a crowd, so we simply locked 
ourselves in a bathroom. After kissing for a minute or two, Gina 
skinned off her jeans and bent over the sink.

I slid into her from behind and started thrusting. Our sex was 
hard and frenzied. She got off quickly, her pussy clutching me as 
she climaxed. I thought it would take me a while to come, but I 
reached the point of no return soon after Gina did. When she felt 
me tense up, she whirled around and dropped to her knees. A 
moment later, I filled her mouth with semen.

Shortly after we emerged from the bathroom, a bunch of people 
headed up to the main house to go swimming. I thought it would be 
a little chilly, but someone told us that the pool was heated. So 
we headed _back_ into the bathroom to change into our swimsuits. 
Afterward, we tossed my duffel bag in the room with everyone 
else's clothes and headed up to the main house.

When we reached the pool, Regan pulled Gina away. They had to go 
freshen their makeup, Regan said. Jessica went along as well. A 
moment later, Margot and Hayley joined them, and the five of them 
slipped into the main house to use the bathroom (the beer had 
been flowing freely, and I couldn't blame them).

When they came out, Hayley immediately pulled off her bikini top. 
A bunch of the guys started chanting "Hayley Devil" (her 
nickname--it was a play on her last name). Gina took a moment to 
spot me, but when she did, she had That Look in her eye.

_Again?!_ I thought.

"God, you make me so hot," she said, rubbing her bikini-clad body 
against me. Then, "Do you want me to take off my top too?"

Even though several of the other girls had taken their tops off--
or had them pulled off by drunken Pikes--I didn't really want 
Gina joining them. When I shook my head, she pouted for a moment, 
but then smiled seductively.

"You want to keep me to yourself?" she asked.

It was as good an answer as any other, so I nodded.

When we waded into the pool, Gina stood in front of me. I guess I 
shouldn't have been surprised when she reached back and started 
kneading my cock. I quickly got hard, but I knew I wouldn't be in 
danger of coming any time soon.

One of the Pikes suggested chicken fights, and everyone drunkenly 
agreed. (It seemed like a flimsy excuse for the guys to watch as 
the girls pulled each other's tops off). By unspoken agreement, 
Gina and I swam toward the deep end of the pool.

Once there, I leaned back against the coping and supported myself 
with my arms. As Gina floated between my legs, she put one hand 
behind her and snaked it up the leg of my swimsuit.

As we watched, a half-dozen guys knelt in the shallow end of the 
pool, the water up to their necks. One by one, a girl climbed 
onto each guy's shoulders and he stood up. When all the couples 
were ready, they surged together in a welter of churned water. 
The object of the game was for the girls to shove each other from 
the guys' shoulders.

Predictably, the girls who still wore their bikini tops promptly 
lost them. I think Gina was enjoying the view as much as I was. 
The girls' breasts ranged from petite to pendulous, but they 
_all_ looked good.

When I glanced at a lounge chair near the side of the pool, Regan 
and Rod certainly seemed to be having a good time. Thankfully, 
Rod had loosened up as the night wore on (and as he drank more). 
He still didn't seem like someone I'd ever hang out with, but at 
least he was friendly.

Back in the shallow end, Neil and Margot joined the scrum with 
the other chicken fighters. When Margot's top came off, I took a 
moment to simply admire her water-slick breasts. Most of the 
girls had tan lines, but Margot, Hayley, and two others didn't.

Somehow, Hayley lost her bikini _bottoms_ as well, but she didn't 
seem to mind. Neither did the guy who picked her up and put her 
on his shoulders. (I couldn't figure out whether she had one 
boyfriend or _several_, since she flirted with any guy within 
range.)

Twenty minutes later, the chicken fights were still going strong. 
Several couples had joined in, and a few had left the game. Gina 
pulled her hand from my trunks and spun in place. As she gently 
kneaded the lump in my shorts, she suggested that we head down to 
the boathouse. Since the guys had brought the kegs up, the party 
had effectively moved to the pool. (I had no idea where Rod's 
parents were, or if they even cared that a scene from _Animal 
House_ was unfolding in their expansive backyard. Fortunately, 
that was Rod's problem, not mine.)

Gina gave my hard-on a squeeze and then swam toward the pool's 
ladder. We climbed out and found our towels. When Regan saw us, 
she motioned to Gina, and the two of them headed into the house.

Rod looked at me and then flashed a lecherous grin. For a moment, 
I panicked. Was he looking at me in that _special _way? When he 
flicked his eyes at the departing girls' asses, I breathed a sigh 
of relief. Then I returned his smile and walked over to him (my 
hard-on had softened to the point where it wasn't obvious).

"You havin' fun?" he asked.

I nodded. "Thanks for inviting us."

He smiled magnanimously.

I still didn't like something about him, but being polite 
wouldn't kill me. My smile hardened, however, as he began making 
comments about the half-naked girls in and around the pool. 
_She's got nice tits; the blonde's a total slut; that girl fucks 
like a nympho; the girl with the big tits doesn't suck dick;_ and 
the like.

I got the impression that he'd had sex with many of them--which 
was probably the case. What galled me, however, was the way he 
talked about each of them as though they were simply a piece of 
meat, no more than a notch on his bedpost.

_He and Regan deserve each other,_ I thought acidly.

A moment later, Gina and the blonde emerged from the main house. 
Both of them looked wired. Considering that it was after one in 
the morning, I was surprised. I was starting to feel the effects 
of all the beer, and even though I'd slept late that morning, it 
had still been a long day.

When the girls joined us, Rod pulled Regan into his lap and 
whispered something in her ear. She nodded and then wiggled her 
ass against his crotch. Gina glanced up at me, her eyes 
smoldering. Then she grabbed my hand and practically yanked me 
off my feet as she started toward the boathouse.

Except for a few couples making out, in various stages of undress, 
the place was empty. Gina led us toward a back bedroom. The room 
itself was unoccupied, but Gina immediately headed for the 
private deck. The night had turned chilly, but she didn't seem to 
care.

I pulled a lounge chair away from the French doors and then 
spread my towel on it. When I sat down, Gina immediately 
straddled my hips. As we started kissing, she pulled off her wet 
top and tossed it aside. In the cool October air, her nipples 
immediately hardened into puckered brown nubs.

I didn't know why she was so horny, but I wasn't about to 
complain.

After kissing for a few minutes, she stood up and shucked her 
bikini bottoms. With a grin, I untied my trunks and she helped me 
take them off. Then she tossed them on top of her discarded 
bikini.

She held my eyes as she straddled my hips again. Then she reached 
for my erection and held it in place while she slowly lowered 
herself onto it. Her pussy was molten, and I grew dizzy at the 
sensation. When she started rocking her hips, I lost all track of 
time.

I think she rode me for twenty minutes. She got off three or four 
times, crying out with each release. I wasn't in danger of coming 
any time soon, so I merely ran my hands over her body, cupping 
her breasts and teasing her nipples.

When her orgasm subsided, she reached down and pulled me toward 
her. I sat up and she shifted her legs so she could wrap them 
around me. Then I held her body against mine as I stood up. It 
was a little awkward, but I got us turned around. When I did, I 
lowered her to the spot I'd just vacated.

With her legs over my shoulders, I fucked her hard for several 
minutes. I still wasn't ready to come, but I _was_ getting tired. 
Gina, on the other hand, was as hot, wet, and ready as she'd ever 
been. She urged me to fuck her harder, so I closed my eyes and 
summoned the stamina to keep going.

I slammed into her upturned hips for what seemed like an eternity. 
Finally, blissfully, I felt my orgasm welling up. Gina sensed my 
need and begged me not to come, but I was too far gone to stop. 
Besides, I was ready to collapse. With one final grunt, I buried 
myself inside her and let loose.

For a moment, she looked disappointed, but she quickly hid it. 
Then, to my surprise, she started playing with her clit. With my 
semi-hard dick still inside her, she worked herself toward 
another orgasm. When it hit, she arched her back and moaned.

Afterward, we held each other and kissed, but we soon got chilly. 
So we searched the dark deck until we found our equally dark 
bathing suits. They were still sopping wet, and frigid to boot.

"Do you want to go get in the pool to warm up?" Gina asked, her 
teeth beginning to chatter.

"Actually," I said, looking at my watch, "I'm ready to go home. 
It's a quarter 'til three."

Gina nodded and we wrapped our towels around ourselves (neither 
of us wanted to put on our frozen bathing suits). When I opened 
the door into the house, I pulled up short; the room was occupied.

"What the fuck?" the guy growled when he saw us in the doorway. 
"Get the fuck outta here."

"Sorry, dude," I said, "but we gotta go through here to get back 
into the house."

"Well, hurry the fuck up. Can't you see we're busy?"

"Don't worry about them," the girl said. "Just keep going, 
Tommy."

I recognized her voice--it was Hayley.

Without saying anything, I quickly ushered Gina through the room 
and into the hallway. As I shut the door behind us, Hayley was 
already moaning.

"Hayley's such a slut," Gina whispered as we entered the bedroom 
with the clothing. Then she closed and locked the door. "Regan 
told me that she's done it with most of the Pikes. I don't think 
a guy can even _become_ a Pike unless he has sex with Hayley."

"Holy shit," I said.

"No kidding. I like sex and all, but I don't _ever_ wanna get 
like that. You know?"

I nodded. Then I located our duffel bag.

"And she's a real bitch to the other girls. She's nice to Margot 
and me, 'cause we're friends with Regan, but I'm just waiting for 
her to do something _really_ nasty. She's completely two-faced. 
And she's really hard on the other pledges. She makes 'em do 
stuff that's just mean. I don't think many of the other sisters 
really like her, but it'd cause problems if they tried to kick 
her out."

_Strike _three_ for Hayley_, I thought. _And... she's... out!_ 
"Sorority politics?" I asked out loud.

"You don't know the _half_ of it," Gina said seriously. "I mean, 
why do you think I get so upset when Kendall won't talk to me? 
She's the only female friend I've got who's not Greek. Sometimes, 
it seems like she's the only friend I've got who's _normal_. 
Except you, of course."

"What do you mean?" I asked

"Well, Regan's a trust fund baby. I mean, she wants to be a 
doctor and all, but I think that's just because her father wants 
her to. And Margot's father is super-rich too. Her family owns a 
bunch of shopping centers. The other pledges' families aren't as 
rich as them, but they're still pretty wealthy."

"Well, our families aren't exactly hurting," I said.

"Yeah, but we're not rich like most of the other girls. I mean, 
Jessica's about the only other normal girl in the sorority. Her 
dad's got a good job, but I think he makes about as much as my 
dad."

"That's still a lot."

"I know. But compared to the other girls' fathers..."

I nodded in understanding.

"Why do you think Jess is my big sister?" Gina asked. "I mean, 
we're basically the sorority's charity cases. They put the poor 
girls together."

"Gina, you're _not_ poor. Trust me."

"I know. But that doesn't mean the other girls don't _treat_ us 
like we are."

I shook my head sadly.

"Yeah," she said, "that's how I feel sometimes."

By then, Gina and I were both dressed. She wrapped the wet 
swimsuits in our towels and then rolled them up.

Up at the pool, things had settled down. Many of the people had 
gone home (unbeknownst to Gina and me, since we'd been busy on 
the boathouse deck). A devoted cadre of partiers was still 
working on the keg and lounging around the pool, though.

A moment later, we spotted Regan and Rod. Regan looked wide awake 
and freshly fucked. Rod held a cup of beer and idly fondled her 
semi-bare breast (she hadn't taken off her bikini, but the top 
was untied, giving Rod easy access).

They stood when we approached, and Regan casually retied her 
bikini. Rod was a little unsteady on his feet, but otherwise, he 
didn't seem very drunk at all.

"C'mon, Gina," Regan said. "Let's go freshen our makeup." When 
Gina hesitated for a moment, Regan gave her an insistent look.

"Okay," Gina said at last.

"Fuckin' righteous party," Rod said as the girls disappeared into 
the main house.

"Yeah. We had fun. But I think we're ready to head out."

"You goin' home?"

I nodded.

"Gonna get you some dark meat, huh?" he slurred. He was a lot 
drunker than I'd previously thought.

I gave him a hard look.

"Hey, man, I'd do her in a heartbeat. Regan says she's got a hot 
little half-shaved pussy," he added. Then, "No offense."

"None taken," I grated.

"Oh, yeah," he said, glancing back at the house, "a little blow 
and they'll go all night."

Did he know what Gina and I had been up to on the boathouse deck?

"I bet Gina's a fuckin' great lay," he continued. "But hey, who'm 
I to tell _you_ that?"

I didn't trust myself not to say something I'd regret, so I kept 
my mouth shut. After all, I was pretty sure that if I decked 
Regan's boyfriend, it'd cause all sorts of problems for Gina.

"I hear she's a total come slut," he continued. "I bet you like 
that."

_And you like getting fucked in the ass, you rich prick,_ I 
thought venomously. I flashed him a tight smile, but inside, I 
couldn't wait for Gina to return so we could _leave_.

Finally, I got my wish. Unfortunately, the girls looked more 
awake than ever. I shook my head in disbelief--I was ready to 
fall asleep standing up, but Gina looked bright-eyed and ready to 
keep partying.

A minute later, after Gina and I said our goodbyes, we turned to 
go.

"C'mon, baby," Rod said to Regan, behind us. "Are you bumped up? 
It's time to introduce the Ram Rod to your hot pussy again."

Regan's reply was too faint to hear, but judging by Rod's drunken 
whoop, she had agreed.

"I can't wait 'til we get back to the dorm," Gina said. "I want 
you to screw me silly."

"_Again?!_"

"God, yes. I'm so horny, I think I might explode."

Instead of replying, I simply shook my head in wonder.

When we got to the Jeep, I threw our stuff in the back seat and 
then wearily climbed behind the wheel. I had to do a little 
jockeying to get by two cars parked behind me--another Porsche 
and a Mercedes convertible (_Jeez!_)--but I eventually reached 
the main driveway.

As we turned onto the road out of the subdivision, Gina started 
fondling my crotch.

"Gina, I'm dead tired," I said.

"But I'm horny."

"Haven't you had enough? We were going at it for more than an 
hour on the deck."

"I want more," she said. Then, "God, you make me _so_ hot."

Against my quiet protests, she unzipped my fly and withdrew my 
flaccid member. I tried to stop her when she lowered her head to 
my lap, but I didn't want to crash the Jeep. When she started 
sucking me, I redoubled my efforts to focus on the road. I was 
tired enough as it was, and I didn't need any _more_ distractions.

Unfortunately, my dick had a mind of its own. By the time I 
pulled into the non-commuter parking garage, I had an erection.

"I wanna do it here," Gina said.

I shook my head.

"C'mon, Paul, please," she begged.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked.

"_You_, I hope," she said.

We went back and forth for a minute or two. She wanted me to fuck 
her, and I simply wanted to head back to the dorm and go to bed. 
Finally, she dropped her jeans and bent over the car next to the 
Jeep.

"Gina, c'mon," I said wearily.

"Please, Paul, just for a few minutes. I promise, you can pull 
out when I come. I _need_ it," she said. Then she began playing 
with her pussy.

With a frustrated sigh, I realized that she probably wasn't going 
to move until I fucked her. So I dropped our stuff and moved 
behind her.

She moaned in anticipation when she heard me unzip my khakis. 
Unfortunately, my erection had disappeared. I stroked myself for 
a moment or two, until I was hard. Her pussy was so hot and wet 
that I slid into her without effort. Even though I was ready to 
pass out, I summoned the energy to begin thrusting.

As I halfheartedly pumped into her, she continued playing with 
her pussy. After only a minute or two, I felt her internal 
muscles begin to flutter.

_Thank God_, I thought.

Unfortunately, she didn't come. She got close several times, but 
she never quite reached the point of release. After at least ten 
minutes, I stopped thrusting. Gina moaned when I pulled out of 
her, but she didn't say anything. She pulled up her jeans as I 
tucked my softening dick back into my pants. Then I picked up our 
stuff and we headed toward the dorm. On the way, I looked at my 
watch: it was 4:07AM.

When we reached South Carrick, Gina went in through the lobby and 
then met me at the fire exit. The climb to the sixth floor seemed 
to take forever. I could've sworn that some vindictive god added 
ten more flights of stairs while I wasn't looking.

As soon as we reached her room, I started taking off my clothes, 
intent on the bed. To my consternation, Gina had other ideas; she 
wanted to play with my dick.

Too tired to hide my irritation, I snapped at her to quit.

When we climbed into bed, I thought Gina understood that I just 
wanted to go to sleep. Unfortunately, _she_ was still wide awake. 
And horny, of course.

She finally talked me into letting her suck me while she played 
with herself. When I agreed, she crawled between my legs and 
wrapped her lips around my limp dick. Even though I got hard, I 
knew there was _no_ way I was going to come again. I was too 
tired, I'd had too much to drink, and my dick was a little sore 
from all the sucking and fucking.

Undaunted, Gina kept sucking me. Then she tried to get me to fuck 
her. With barely concealed pique, I told her that I was _beyond_ 
exhausted. Finally, she crawled from between my legs and 
petulantly settled next to me.

I tried to get comfortable, but the bed started quivering as she 
played with her pussy. I was annoyed, but when I closed my eyes...

-----

Sometime later, I woke up.

Gina and I usually slept well when we were together--even in the 
twin-size dorm beds. So I was surprised when she rolled over and 
jostled me. My eyes fluttered open and I looked around blearily.

Early morning light filtered through the blinds, but I couldn't 
tell what time it was. My eyelids were still heavy, so I let them 
droop shut. A moment later, Gina restlessly rolled over again.

"Wassa matter?" I mumbled.

"Did I wake you?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Oh, Paul, I'm so sorry."

"What's the matter?" I repeated, my eyes still closed.

"I can't sleep," she said. "And my nose is stuffed up, which is 
probably obvious." As if to prove her point, she tried snuffling, 
but it didn't work.

"You probably caught a cold last night," I said.

After a moment's hesitation, she agreed.

Strangely, I felt fine, and I'd been right there with her on the 
chilly deck. I was tired, of course, but otherwise, I didn't have 
any complaints.

"Go back to sleep," she said. "I'll go sleep on Miss Goody-two-
shoes' bed."

I shook my head and kept her from getting up.

"I don't wanna keep you awake," she said. Then she rolled toward 
me and caressed my face, as if to soothe me back to sleep.

"I'm awake now," I said with a shrug. "What time is it?"

"Almost seven thirty."

As we lay silently, she traced her finger over my chest. It was 
gentle and rhythmic, and very relaxing. She was trying to get me 
to go back to sleep. After a minute or two, I moved her hand down 
to my nascent morning erection.

"I'm sorry about last night," she said.

"About what?"

"About being so horny. I know you were tired..."

"I still _am_," I said with a yawn. "But that doesn't mean I'm 
not horny."

"I'm kinda sore from last night," she said. "I guess I wore 
myself out."

I chuckled.

"I just got so worked up," she said. "You make me so hot."

"You make me pretty hot too," I said. For emphasis, I clenched my 
buttocks and made my erection swell. "But if your nose is stuffed 
up, and you're too sore..."

"My hands aren't sore," she said softly.

"Are you sure?"

"If I can't take care of my boyfriend," she said, "then I could 
hardly call myself your girlfriend. Hold on."

With that, she got up. When she returned, she knelt between my 
legs and spread creamy lotion over my erection.

When I mustered the energy to open my eyes and look at her, I got 
a surprise; she looked like hell. Her eyes were red-rimmed from 
lack of sleep, she slouched tiredly, and she couldn't breathe 
through her nose. But she smiled when she noticed me looking at 
her. Then she began stroking me slowly, her face a mask of 
devotion.

She hadn't given many handjobs over the years--preferring to suck 
me instead--but she _had_ spent a lot of time with my dick, and 
she knew what she was doing. With gentle pressure, she slowly 
worked me up. My cock was still a little sore from the night 
before, but her fingers felt good. Besides, my balls were ready 
for their usual morning release.

Gina gradually increased her pace until I was ready to pop.

"That's it," she said softly. "Almost there..."

I closed my eyes and simply concentrated on the pleasure 
radiating from my dick. As Gina stroked me, she used her other 
hand to gently massage my balls.

The pressure built and built until finally, with a low grunt, I 
erupted. While I'd been lost in pre-orgasmic bliss, Gina had 
wrapped her lips around my glans. As I spurted into her mouth, 
she kept stroking me. From countless blowjobs, she knew just how 
fast to pump and when to squeeze. After several long, ecstatic 
moments, I sagged to the bed, completely spent.

When Gina swallowed the last of my semen, she sat up and took a 
deep breath.

"Sorry," she said, "I couldn't breathe." Then, with a blissful 
smile, she savored the taste of my come. "The lotion tastes kinda 
funny," she commented, "but the taste of you _more_ than makes up 
for it."

"You've got that silly, half-dazed look in your eye again," I 
teased.

"Can you blame me?"

With a smile, I shook my head. Then I gestured her toward me.

"I think I'm ready to go to sleep," she said, her eyelids 
drooping. "_Finally_."

I rolled to the side to give her room. When she settled next to 
me, I wrapped her in my arms. My slowly shrinking cock nestled 
against her ass as I held her close.

"I love you," she said softly.

"I love you too."

"Good," she added playfully. "Now let me go to sleep."

I didn't think I'd be able to go back to sleep, but as I spooned 
against Gina's warm, soft body, I felt my eyes grow heavy. I 
decided to close them for just a minute, but...

-----

When I woke up again, it was after noon. Gina was sleeping like 
the dead, but I had to go to the bathroom.

After I returned, I stretched, working the kinks out of my sleep-
knotted muscles. I was ravenously hungry, but I didn't want to 
leave. If I did go downstairs to get something to eat, I'd need 
an escort to return, and I didn't want to simply abandon Gina. So 
I decided to pass the time with sit-ups, push-ups, and crunches.

Unfortunately, that made my empty stomach feel even worse. I 
hadn't drunk enough to be hung over, so I wondered if something 
else was the cause. I hoped I wasn't coming down with the same 
thing Gina had.

To stave off hunger pangs, I decided to take a shower. 
Fortunately, Gina's suitemates weren't around, so I didn't have 
to worry about startling them.

By two o'clock, Gina was still sound asleep. I didn't want to 
wake her, but I had to get _something_ to eat, or I was going to 
gnaw off my own leg. So I wrote her a note and set it by her 
alarm clock. Then I got dressed, gathered my things, and slipped 
out.

After a quick meal, I returned to my own room and called Kendall. 
I was still a little upset with her for not going to the party, 
but after meeting Hayley and some of the other girls, I could 
understand her refusal.

Kendall sensed my mood and didn't bring up the issue. Instead, we 
talked about dinner plans. I wanted to include Gina in anything 
we did, though, which obviously vexed her. Nonetheless, she 
agreed to meet us at seven o'clock.

After I got off the phone, I hauled out my drafting tools and 
carrying tube. I still had to do my extra credit for Professor 
Ledbetter, so I headed to the A&A building.

The assignment was to render an architectural feature, and I had 
decided on a groin vault (it's a cruciform vault formed by the 
intersection of two barrel vaults; the Romans used them 
extensively). Drawing the vault in plan or elevation wouldn't be 
very difficult, so I decided to draw it in perspective. The angle 
would complicate the view of the curves where the two vaults met, 
and it would be a challenging project.

At the A&A building, I headed for one of the student design labs 
and chose a table near the windows. Then I taped down a piece of 
paper, took out my drafting tools, and went to work. I drew my 
lines with a straightedge. I made my curves with the French curve. 
And I paid attention to details.

When I finally raised my pencil, my neck and shoulders were stiff. 
And I got a shock when I looked at my watch--I'd been in the lab 
for more than three hours. It seemed like only a few _minutes_ 
had passed. But I was finished with the vault, and I thought it 
looked pretty good. So I collected my things and headed back to 
the dorm.

Gina was just getting out of the shower when I called her. She 
wasn't very enthusiastic about meeting Kendall for dinner, but 
after a little verbal arm-twisting, she agreed.

We ended up eating dinner at a Chinese restaurant near the Strip. 
It had a cheap buffet and the food was actually pretty good.

The girls didn't say ten words to each other. Instead, they ate 
in tense silence. I tried to start a conversation a couple of 
times, but finally gave up in frustration.

How had things come to this point? Where did I go wrong? What 
could I do to _fix_ things?

Unfortunately, I didn't have any answers.

After dinner, both girls wanted to do something with me. Gina was 
more outspoken about it, but Kendall let me know with a look. I 
didn't want to choose one of them over the other, so I 
disappointed _both_ of them and decided to go work out.

They objected, but I was adamant. If they couldn't play nice with 
each other, then they couldn't play with _me_. I didn't tell 
_them_ that, of course, since it would only make the rift worse, 
but that's how I felt.

So I walked them back to campus and then went to my room. Alone.

I waited long enough for my food to settle and then changed into 
my workout clothes. I needed to work off dinner, but I also 
needed to figure out a way to shore up my crumbling relationships.

I was sure I could do the former, but the latter would probably 
prove more elusive.

_Why does everything have to be so complex?_ I sullenly wondered. 
_Why aren't there simple solutions for every problem? Why can't I 
just fix things in life like I can on a drawing?_

I didn't have any answers to _those_ questions either.

When I got to the Sports Bubble, I threw myself into my workout 
and tried to drown out the world.

-----

Monday afternoon, Gina called shortly after I returned from 
modeling. Hayley and a couple of the other girls were throwing a 
girls-only birthday party for Regan, and Gina had a few minutes 
before she needed to meet them.

We started off talking about the party at Rod's house. Then the 
conversation turned to Hayley.

"Now that I've met her," I said, "I can see why Kendall didn't 
want to go to the party."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gina asked, her voice hard.

"Nothing, really," I said. "It's just that a lot of Kendall's... 
dislike... of sororities is because of Hayley."

"Is _that_ what she told you?"

"Who? Kendall?"

"Yes, Kendall," Gina said tartly.

"What're you talking about?"

"Kendall hates sororities because of _me_," Gina said. "She may 
have told you some story about Hayley, but that's a load of 
crap."

"Then how did she know Hayley's name?" I asked.

"A lot of people know who she is. I'm sure Kendall just heard 
about her and came up with this nonsense because she can't tell 
you the _real_ reason she hates sororities. The real reason is 
that she hates _me_."

"She does _not_."

"Oh, no?! Then tell me why she's been a total bitch to me since 
we got here."

"She hasn't been a total bitch," I said.

"Oh yes she has," Gina shot back. "You saw how she treated me 
last night at the Chinese restaurant. And what about when Susan 
was in town? God, Paul," she said, "she wouldn't even talk to me 
unless you made her."

"That's not true and you know it."

"Oh, really? Then why hasn't she called me? _Ever_. Huh, why? I 
used to call her all the time, but she _never_ called me. She 
hasn't wanted me here since school started, and I'm sick of it."

"Gina, that's not true."

"It's _not?!_ Well, you could've fooled me. She wants you all to 
herself, and she's willing to do _anything_ to get you. I can't 
make you stop seeing her, but I'm certainly not going to have 
anything to do with her."

"But..."

"But nothing. All she ever does is try to undermine our 
relationship," she said. "Well, you need to remind her that if it 
weren't for me, she wouldn't even be _in_ a relationship."

"That's not true," I said.

"It is _too_. And why do you keep taking her side? That's all 
you've done--defend her."

"I have not!"

"Yes, you have. And she's not worth it, Paul. She's two-faced and 
devious."

"You don't really believe that, do you?" I asked.

"There you go again," she said. "You're defending her. Poor 
little Kendall, it's never her fault. Well, I'm sick of it. Sick! 
She treats me like a leper? Okay, fine. I don't need her anyhow. 
I thought she was my friend. But I guess this is what friendship 
means to her! You've seen how she treats me. And I've been 
nothing but nice to her. I don't know what you see in her, Paul, 
but there are lots of girls like her out there. Lots. And none of 
them are conniving bitches."

I was stunned by Gina's vehemence.

"I gotta go," she said at last. "I need to get to Panhellenic. 
I'm already running late."

"Yeah, okay."

"Fine."

"Fine," I echoed sadly.

With that, she hung up.

I stood there and stared at the phone for several long seconds. 
Then I started to get angry. I was caught in the middle of 
something I couldn't control, and being powerless made me furious. 
I silently prayed for T.J. to come out of his room and say 
something. I wanted to vent my frustration on something, 
_any_thing.

When T.J. didn't oblige me, I stood there clenching and 
unclenching my fists.

After a grunt of helpless rage, I went into my room and changed 
into my workout clothes. If I couldn't vent my spleen on T.J., at 
least I could work off the calories from lunch.

-----

By Tuesday morning, I wasn't in a better mood. Kendall wondered 
why I wasn't very talkative at breakfast, but she had the good 
sense not to ask. As we ate, she and Trip talked about everyday 
things, but I don't remember a bit of the conversation. When we 
finished, I walked Kendall to her class and then headed to the 
A&A building.

Later, after Professor Ledbetter dismissed the class, I lingered. 
When everyone else had gone, I took my extra credit drawing to 
him.

"Ah, a groin vault," he said as he unrolled it. "Very clever, 
those Romans."

I nodded. Then I watched nervously as he spread the drawing on 
his desk and studied it closely.

"Very good...," he thought aloud, "done in perspective... a difficult 
angle... nice, crisp lines..."

I felt my chest swell with pride.

"But here," he said, pointing to the center of the vault.

In an instant, my emotions swung from pride to anxiety.

"Your brick pattern got skewed," he said. "And here, you drew 
fourteen courses of brick on the near abutments, but _fifteen_ 
courses on the opposing two. The plinths on the near abutments 
are thicker, which would explain why your brick courses didn't 
line up."

I was astounded that he picked out so many defects in a matter of 
seconds. Worse, I'd been proud of the drawing, since I considered 
it nearly perfect.

"It's very good, Paul," he said, straightening, "but God is in 
the details."

I nodded.

"I was talking to Professor Joska about you yesterday morning," 
he said almost absently.

I tried not to recoil in horror. Wasn't it bad enough that I'd be 
under Joska's lash for another two quarters? Did he have to get 
my other professors working against me as well? _There ain't no 
justice,_ I railed silently.

"We have a staff meeting every Monday morning," Professor 
Ledbetter continued, "and you came up."

"I did?" I asked as calmly as I could. Inside, however, I was 
nearly frantic.

"Mmm hmm," he said. "We were talking about attention to detail, 
and Professor Joska mentioned you."

_I'll bet Joska didn't have anything _good_ to say,_ I silently 
groused.

As if he realized he'd said too much, Professor Ledbetter 
suddenly concentrated on my drawing.

I was too preoccupied by dark thoughts to notice.

"God is in the details, Paul," he said at last. "This is a good 
drawing, but you need to pay more attention to details--patterns, 
brick courses, plinths. In a drawing, they're merely an anomaly. 
But in a building..."

He didn't have to say the rest. I knew what would happen to a 
vault if it were built like I'd drawn it. I didn't like the 
imaginary pile of bricks that I conjured up.

Professor Ledbetter gave me a few other suggestions for 
improvement, and I made a mental note of each of them. Finally, 
he sent me on my way.

-----

On Wednesday, I went to Professor Joska's class with mixed 
emotions. He was due to return our midterm exams, and I didn't 
know whether to be excited or full of dread.

"Are you ready?" Trip asked as he slid into the desk beside me.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I said, pasting on a smile that hid 
my inner turmoil.

When Joska walked into the classroom, we all grew quiet. Our 
silence was partly anticipation, but if everyone else felt like I 
did, a bit of it was fear as well.

"Your midterms," Professor Joska said heavily, brandishing a 
stack of papers. "Some of you still haven't gotten serious about 
architecture. It's too late for a late drop, of course, but 
several of you might as well try. Maybe the administration will 
take pity on you. But maybe they won't," he said. Then he let the 
silence draw out. "No matter," he said at last, "it's not my 
problem. You had ample warning."

I looked around nervously. Was he talking about me? Would any 
company hire me if I got a C in freshman Design? Could I even get 
a license? Did the licensing board look at my college 
transcripts?

With an act of will, I relaxed and took a deep breath.

"Some of you will probably never become architects," Joska 
continued, "and I hope your test scores convince you of your 
folly. A few of you _have_ gotten serious," he said, brightening 
a little (as bright as he was capable of, at least). "I was 
surprised at a few of the grades. But none of you are serious 
_enough_," he finished gravely. "Architecture is a serious 
business for serious people."

As Joska paused to let that sink in, Samantha shifted nervously.

To my amazement, Antonio looked cool and collected.

"Architecture is all about competition," Joska said at last. 
"Accordingly, I've arranged your exams in order from highest to 
lowest. The people with the highest grades will receive their 
exams first. Those of you who receive yours last should consider 
another occupation."

With that, he began calling names.

"Cardenas..."

I looked at Antonio in shock.

He flashed me an I-told-you-so smile as he retrieved his exam.

"Fisher...," Joska said.

Gracie Fisher gave Joska a half-curtsy when she retrieved her 
exam.

"Hughes..."

I looked around, waiting for the next person to stand up.

"Mr. _Hughes_," Joska repeated.

"Dude, that's you," Trip whispered.

"Are you going to keep us waiting all day, Mr. Hughes?" Joska 
asked. "Or have you decided to let me keep your exam in the hopes 
that I'll frame it and proudly display it in my office?"

"Um... no, sir."

"Good," he said laconically.

When he shook my exam to draw my attention, I Got It. I had the 
third-highest grade in the class! I hadn't failed! I... I... I needed 
to get my ass up there and get my paper.

"Vang..." Joska continued after I retrieved my exam.

As I slid into my seat, I cradled the paper and simply stared at 
it. I was too dazed for the grade to even register. Joska 
continued through the stack, handing out papers and making 
comments, but I didn't hear a word he said.

-----

"Dude," Trip said after class, "congratulations!"

Trip had gotten the sixth-highest score. Surprisingly, Samantha 
scored ninth. She shed tears of relief and joy when she got her 
exam back.

"So," Trip asked, breaking my reverie, "what'd you actually get?"

"A 90," I said. "Can you fucking believe that?!"

He simply grinned.

"What'd you get?" I asked.

"An 82," he said. "I missed a bunch of stuff about the human 
sciences," he added.

I nodded in commiseration.

"So, what'd Joska have to say in his note? He told _me_ I needed 
to pay more attention to the esoteric aspects of architecture."

"Lemme look," I said, flipping to the back page of my exam. "I 
guess I was too excited about my grade. I mean, I didn't even 
read his comments," I explained. Then I read the note aloud. "'Mr. 
Hughes, I'm encouraged to see that you've finally begun to take 
this seriously. But book-learning will always be one of your 
strengths. Relying upon it alone, however, will be your undoing. 
Architecture is as much art as it is craft and technique. You can 
learn technique from a book. And you can learn craft through 
practice and repetition. But art comes from within. You have the 
beginnings of all three, but strength in one will never make up 
for a weakness in another. If you want to be an architect, you'll 
have to pay attention to details, and you'll have to do better 
than this. 90, A-.'"

"Jeez," Trip said. "He gave you an A- and he still said all 
_that?_"

"He hates me," I said after a moment.

"You may be right," Trip said. "But then again, I thought my 
baseball coach hated me."

"And...?"

"He coached us to back-to-back state championships."

-----

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