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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
Part: Chapter 25
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, toys, light bond
Revision: 1.01
Word Count: 12,321
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book3/
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This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It 
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you 
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NOT read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely 
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Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Saturday dawned cold and clear. After a quick breakfast--by 
myself--I drove to the airport for an instrument lesson with 
Earl. We flew to Asheville and back, and once again, I spent most 
of the time under the hood. Back at Island Home, I paid attention 
to my landing and greased the Cessna onto the runway. I think 
even Earl was impressed.

Afterward, I hurried back to campus for my first wrestling meet. 
It was against two clubs: one from Kentucky and the other from a 
school in south Georgia. Will Treadway was still the number one 
wrestler in my weight class, so he got the points matches.
I had to settle for a round-robin series of matches against the 
guys in my weight class from the other schools. I won one by a 
pin and one by points. My skills had come back rapidly, and I was 
still as quick and strong as I'd been in high school. It wouldn't 
be long before I'd challenge Will for the number one spot on the 
team, and he knew it.

Trip got to wrestle in his first competitive meet, and he did 
pretty well. What he lacked in skill he made up for with natural 
ability. He won one of his matches and lost the other on points.

"That was a blast!" he said afterward. Then he grew serious. 
"Those near-fall points in the second match killed me, though. 
So, what did I do wrong?"

"When the other guy sank the half nelson and reached for your 
opposite wrist," I said, "you should've...."

I was still explaining counter moves when Kendall and Abby joined 
us. After a quick shower and lunch at their apartment, Trip and I 
headed to the HPER courts for our first intramural basketball 
game. As we warmed up and waited for the game on our court to 
finish, I pulled T.J. aside.

"Look," I said awkwardly, "I'm sorry about last night."

"About what? About the dickhead Pikes? Aw, hell, Loverboy, that 
was _fun_."

"Not that," I said. "About later, back in the suite."

"I figured you'd just had a fight with one of your girlfriends. 
Don't worry about it. At least you're not light in your loafers 
like your roommate or Cary the Fairy."

I gave him a hard look.

"Man, what the hell is your problem, anyway? I'm just kidding, 
but you're always so high and mighty and judgmental. Who died and 
made you God?"

"No one, T.J.," I said, angry at myself for thinking I could be 
nice to him. "Let's just play basketball."

We lost the game, which didn't improve T.J.'s mood. (It didn't 
improve _my_ mood either, but I never had delusions of being a 
great basketball player in the first place.)

"Man, how can you be so uncoordinated?" T.J. ranted at me. Then 
he rounded on Jeff. "And you're even worse."

"Hey, fuck you!" Jeff shot back.

"Cool it!" Trip said. "We lost, okay. It happens. You can't win 
'em all, and you know it, T.J. We just need more practice is 
all."

"Four-eyes can practice all he wants, but--"

"T.J.!" Trip shouted, cutting him off mid-outburst. "I don't like 
that nickname. Come up with another one or call him Jeff. And if 
you wanna play on a team with us, you gotta be cool. You're 
either with us, or not. So, which is it gonna be?"

T.J. stared at Trip for a long, angry moment. Finally, he backed 
down. "I'm with you," he said at last.

"Good," Trip said. "Then act like it."

T.J. looked at him sullenly, but didn't reply.

"Jeff's not gonna get any better with you yelling at him. Look, 
T.J., you've got a good inside game. Why don't you teach Jeff a 
little ball-handling, and maybe work on some basic skills. Can 
you handle that?"

"In my sleep."

"Is that okay with you, Jeff?"

"Whatever," Jeff said.

"It's not gonna be my fault if he still sucks, though," T.J. said 
defensively.

"But it'll be your fault if you don't _try_ to teach him 
anything. So... are you ready to put your money where your mouth 
is? Or are you all talk?"

"I'm not all talk, man!"

"Then put up or shut up, T.J."

"Who made you captain?"

"_You_ did," Trip said evenly. "When you signed up to play on my 
team. Now, are you gonna work with Jeff or not? It's up to you, 
T.J., but I think you're a good player, and you've got a lot you 
could teach him. So, what'll it be?"

"Yeah, I'll teach him," T.J. said after a long moment.

"Good," Trip said.

With that, we headed back to the dorm. Abby beamed at Trip, and 
even I looked at him with a new respect. He had defused a tense 
situation _and_ gotten T.J. to be a productive member of the 
team. I still didn't like T.J., but at least I could respect 
Trip's solution.

-----

The Snow Skiing Club planned a night skiing trip to Ober 
Gatlinburg, and Trip talked me into going. Despite being worn out 
from wrestling and basketball, I was looking forward to hitting 
the slopes.

The trip wasn't limited to club members, so Kendall and Abby 
joined us. I took one look at the rocky, icy slopes, however, and 
decided to spare my nice new skis. I rented a beat-up pair 
instead.

Once Kendall, Abby, and Trip finished in the rental shop, they 
headed for the beginners' group on the bunny slope. I joined some 
of the more experienced skiers on the black diamond runs. 
Unfortunately, I was too tired to enjoy myself; my legs were 
rubbery from the day's exertion, so I decided to retire to the 
easier slope with Kendall and the others.

Trip had quickly picked up the basics of skiing--the wedge, 
slaloming, etc.--but Kendall and Abby were having a difficult 
time. Neither of them were athletes, and they had to learn an 
entirely new set of skills.

I tried working with Kendall, but she quickly gave up. When I 
tried to coax her back to the tow rope, she balked, complaining 
that she was tired and sore.

_Hell_, I thought peevishly,_ I won two wrestling matches, lost a 
basketball game, and skied for more than an hour on the expert 
slopes. So quit whining about being tired and sore!_ Outwardly, 
however, I tried to be accommodating.

Kendall probably saw through my front, which didn't improve her 
mood at all.

"I'm dead tired anyway," I said, popping the bindings on my skis. 
"So, do you wanna get some hot cocoa?"

"Absolutely!"

In the lodge, we warmed up by the fire, our stocking feet propped 
on the stone hearth. When Kendall was suitably warm, I gestured 
for her to sit in my lap.

"I'm sorry I got frustrated," I said.

"And I'm sorry I can't ski."

"Don't worry about it. It took me a while to learn. Besides, this 
way, we can relax in front of the fire."

With that, she snuggled close. Then she started nuzzling my neck 
with soft kisses. When she began teasing me by whispering things 
she wanted to do back at her apartment, I had to shift my 
erection to a more comfortable angle.

Since Trip was as worn out as I was, he and Abby joined us a 
little later. The rest of the group skied for another hour before 
the resort shut down for the night.

By the time we returned to campus, it was almost midnight and I 
was truly exhausted. But I was still horny, and judging by the 
look in Kendall's eye, she was too. Trip and Abby sensed our 
mood, and decided to head up to his room.

Vivian was camping with her boyfriend and Phoebe had gone home 
for the weekend, so Kendall and I had the apartment to ourselves. 
I'd like to say that we had wild, passionate sex, but the truth 
is pretty unexciting: I fell asleep.

I awoke with a start, my eyes snapping open. Kendall was snuggled 
next to me--for a change--and it took me a minute to figure out 
why the room was so bright. My head was still a little muzzy as I 
looked at my watch; it was after seven.

As my eyes adjusted, I realized that Abby's bed was still made. I 
smiled slyly when I realized that she had probably spent the 
night with Trip.

Since Kendall and I were still alone, I nestled my morning hard-
on against her ass and contemplated making amends for neglecting 
her the night before.

-----

On Monday, I dreaded going to Calculus. I'd begun to feel bad 
about breaking Neil's hand, but I was determined not to let the 
two Pikes harass me without consequences. Deep down, though, I 
knew that Glen was right; Rod would never back down, and sooner 
or later, Bad Things would happen (to me, to him, or to someone 
else, like Gina). So I vowed to let tensions die down, if 
possible.

To my surprise, Rod and Neil didn't show up for class. I didn't 
have time to think twice about it, though, since Professor 
Vajpayee launched into his lecture. He was facing the blackboard, 
of course, so I missed every other word, which meant I'd have to 
study even harder.

Fortunately, I'd begun to "see" the math in my head. Conic 
sections were no longer rote-learned formulas; I saw them as 
visible slices of a cone. Derivatives weren't random letters and 
numbers; they were a tangent on a curve. Even integrals suddenly 
made sense; I saw them as a shaded area under an irregular curve.

Once I realized that the numbers and formulas translated into 
visual representations, I had a _much_ easier time with calculus. 
Consequently, I concentrated on taking notes, and stopped 
worrying about Rod and Neil.

After class I headed to one of the architecture labs to do some 
preliminary sketches for a Design project. We had to do drawings 
and a design analysis of one of the buildings on the World's Fair 
site, and I had chosen the centerpiece Sunsphere.

After about an hour, the lab filled with upperclassmen. They 
must've had a project due, because they all got to work in groups 
of three and four.

For a few minutes I let my imagination run wild as I pictured 
myself leading a project team, designing a landmark like the 
Sunsphere. When my stomach growled, however, I came back to 
reality and decided to grab some lunch.

The Morrill dining hall was crowded, but I quickly got my tray 
and found a seat. I had just started eating when two hands 
covered my eyes.

"Guess who!" a girl's voice said.

I tried to place the voice, but in the din of the dining hall, I 
couldn't.

"Do you need a clue?"

I nodded.

"Mysterious," she whispered in my ear.

"Wren?"

"Uh-uh."

"Christy!"

"Right," she said, uncovering my eyes. "Do you mind if I join 
you?"

I gestured at the seat across from me.

"Thanks," she said. "I hate eating alone."

"Me too."

For a few minutes, we talked about life in general. Then the 
conversation turned to relationships.

"So, how did you and Kendall meet?" she asked.

"At summer camp," I said. "I know it sounds lame, though. I mean, 
don't ten-year-olds go to summer camp?"

"Actually, summer camp sounds fun. Did you two hit it off 
immediately?"

"Ha! I wish. I used to be pudgy and shy. And Kendall... um... kinda 
developed early, if you know what I mean."

Christy nodded, her blue eyes sparkling with mirth.

"She was The Goddess Kendall, and I didn't think she'd ever be 
interested in me, not in a million years. But she was. Go 
figure."

"So how did you first get together?"

"Believe it or not," I continued, "_she_ talked to _me_ first. 
Well, me and Gina. Kendall and I didn't start going together 
until a year later, though. Since she was from Chattanooga and I 
was from Atlanta, we didn't get to see each other except at 
camp."

Christy asked a few more questions and I answered them, omitting 
details here and there to hide my nudist upbringing. I didn't 
think she'd be shocked, but I simply didn't discuss my family's 
nudism with people who weren't _very_ close friends (or nudists 
themselves). After I told her about my early relationship with 
Kendall, though, I turned the conversational tables.

"So when do I get to meet Simon?" I asked.

Christy laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"You really don't know? No, I guess you wouldn't."

I looked a question at her.

"Every time Simon has come up, Wren's around. And you know _her_ 
opinion of him, so I guess I don't bring him up very often," she 
finished with a rueful look. "Anyway, I don't know when you'll 
get to meet him. He graduated last May, and now he goes to school 
in England."

"Really? Cool. Where in England?"

"Oxford University. He's studying Classics at Trinity College."

"So how'd you meet him?" I asked.

"He was in my Astronomy class last year. We had a project where 
we had to go up to the roof of the Astronomy building at night, 
and I was cold. He lent me his coat, even though he was 
shivering, and we started talking. He asked me out, and the rest 
is history."

"That doesn't sound all that bad," I said, "so why doesn't Wren 
like him?"

"She thinks he took advantage of me."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

"Not like that. I'm not a blushing virgin. No, Wren thinks he 
asked me to marry him when... when he... I mean, when _I_ was...
um...."

My eyes narrowed in a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"Last spring... something happened." For a long moment she didn't 
speak. After she wiped her eyes, she smiled bravely and asked to 
change the subject.

"Sure, no problem," I said. "Um... so, what're you doing after 
lunch?"

"I was going to work on some drawings. Do you want to hang out, 
like we did last quarter?"

"Well, I've got an architecture class," I said, looking at my 
watch, "but we can hang out till two."

"Do you mind if we go back to my room first? I need to pick 
something up."

"No problem."

Upstairs, Christy unlocked her door and then gestured for me to 
wait. "I've got a guy with me," she said into the room, her voice 
pitched to carry.

"C'mon in," someone called. "We're decent."

Christy flashed me a diffident smile and then preceded me into 
the room.

"Who is it?" asked the girl who appeared from the other side of 
the suite. She had finely chiseled features, with dark reddish-
brown hair and dark eyes. She was a little taller than Christy, 
but not as slender. When she saw me, she stopped, her eyes 
roaming over my physique. "Well, who're you, handsome?"

"Oh, Ash," Christy chided.

I had to suppress a blush.

"Yeah, who is it?" another girl asked, this one a lithe brunette 
with an angelic face. She stopped behind Ash and looked at me as 
well.

"Paul, these are my suitemates," Christy said, "Ash and Zoe."

"Hi," I said, extending my hand.

"I'm Aisling," Ash said, pronouncing her name "_ash_-ling." Then 
she smiled, her eyes soft and seductive. "My friends call me Ash, 
but you can call me _anytime_."

"I'm Zoe," the other girl said, laughing.

"Paul's the guy I was telling you about," Christy said to Ash. 
"You know, the one who's modeling for your mom."

"_The_ Paul?" Ash said, her eyes widening. "I _knew_ I should've 
modeled for Mom when she told me she had an opening."

"'Mom'?" I asked, my brow furrowed.

"Ash is Siobhan's daughter," Christy said.

Once she mentioned it, I could see the family resemblance.

"So," Ash mused, her eyes undressing me, "I've seen you in 
sketches, but in the flesh, you _are_ hunky."

"Sorry, Ash," Christy said, laughing. "Paul's taken. His 
girlfriend models with him in the Life Drawing class."

"That's too bad," Ash said.

Suddenly, I had a flash of revelation: Ash reminded me of Wren, 
both her personality and looks. "Are _all_ your roommates like 
this?" I asked Christy.

"High strung, you mean?" Christy asked, immediately sensing the 
gist of my question.

"I'm normal," Zoe said, laughing. "Ash and Wren are just 
nymphos."

"I'm an _aspiring_ nympho," Ash said. "Besides, you've got a 
boyfriend. So it's easy for you to be normal. I'm still looking 
for my future ex-husband."

"Well, you'll have to keep looking," Christy said, shaking her 
head at her friend's antics. Then she turned to me. "Let me just 
get a snack and I'll be ready to go."

"It was nice meeting you, Paul," Zoe said, taking the cue.

"Yes, it was very nice meeting you, Paul," Ash echoed, gliding 
close to shake my hand. She tried to look sultry, but laughed 
brightly when I arched an eyebrow in challenge.

"It was nice meeting you," I said. When the two girls returned to 
their side of the suite, I leaned down to Christy. "Was she for 
real?"

"Who, Ash?" She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "No, she's a 
lot of talk. Even more than Wren. Ash flirts with lotsa guys, but 
she doesn't date much. She's really picky about what kind of guy 
she likes. Besides, you're not her type."

"Oh?"

"You're too serious. And you're too young. She's into older 
guys."

"Older? How _much_ older?"

"Nothing too far out," Christy said with a laugh. "I think the 
last guy she dated was twenty-five."

"Ah."

"Okay, lemme get a snack and I'll be ready to go. Is there 
anything special you want?"

"Snack? We just ate lunch."

"I know. But I've got a high metabolism, so I need to eat five or 
six times a day. If I don't, I lose weight, and I'm trying to 
stay in the triple digits. So... what do you feel like?" With that, 
she knelt to open a small refrigerator under her desk. Her eyes 
flicked over the contents. "I've got carrots, celery, radishes, 
apples, oranges, plums, and one pear left. I've also got granola 
and graham crackers, and I _may_ have some peanut butter, if you 
want."

"You've got all _that?_"

"Mmm hmm. I like variety. Also, I want to stay healthy, so I eat 
well. Mostly fruits and vegetables, but nuts and a few other 
things too."

"You don't eat meat?" I asked, thinking back over the times I'd 
eaten with her.

"I _love_ seafood, and sometimes I eat chicken, but no pork or 
beef."

"Why not? Are you a vegetarian or something?"

"Uh-uh. It's a Buddhist thing."

My eyes flew wide in surprise. "You're a Buddhist?"

"Not really. I was raised Catholic--I mean, my parents had six 
kids--but when we lived in Japan, I used to spend a lot of time 
at this beautiful Buddhist temple. There were always tourists for 
me to draw. Some of the monks noticed me--who wouldn't? I was a 
pesky, skinny blonde girl with a sketchpad." She smiled in self-
deprecation.

"Anyway," she continued, "a couple of the monks took me under 
their wing and taught me a lot about Buddhism. I'm still a 
Catholic girl at heart, but I agree with a lot of Buddhist 
teachings. But I'm being a chatterbox again. Snacks... do you want 
anything?"

"Not really."

"I feel like a pear, an apple, and some granola. And I think I'll 
take some carrots too."

"You say you're trying to _gain_ weight?" I asked semi-
rhetorically. "Jeez, I've got the opposite problem."

"Your problem isn't your weight," she said matter-of-factly. Then 
she gathered her food and put it in a brown paper bag, which she 
deposited in her backpack as she stood.

"Okay, so what _is_ my problem?"

"Sorry," she said. "Forget I said anything."

"No, tell me. What's my problem?"

"You don't eat right," she said bluntly. "You obviously care 
about your body; you wouldn't look like you do if you didn't. But 
then you turn around and eat a cheeseburger and fries for lunch." 
Without pausing, she called goodbye to her suitemates.

"What's wrong with a cheeseburger and fries?" I asked as we 
walked down the hall.

"What about vegetables?"

"I had a pickle on my cheeseburger."

"How about _real_ vegetables? Or a salad? What you eat for 
breakfast is almost as bad. Toast and cereal... sometimes an orange 
or a banana... that's all I've ever seen you eat."

"What's the matter with that? I'm trying to watch my weight. I 
mean, I'm not lucky like you, I don't have a high metabolism."

"So? What's that have to do with not eating right?"

As we walked, Christy told me more than I ever thought I needed 
to know about a proper diet. Strangely, she didn't sound like she 
was lecturing. It was a lecture, all right, but I didn't bristle 
defensively when she told me that my eating habits were all 
wrong.

In the atrium of the A&A building, she smiled diffidently. "I'm 
sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to give you a lecture about your 
diet. I just... I know you work out, and you take care of your 
body, but a balanced diet is part of that. You're too cute to 
mess up your body with poor eating habits."

"You think I'm cute?" I asked, eager for the chance to change the 
subject.

She blushed and looked down bashfully.

I chuckled. "I think you're pretty cute too," I said at last. 
"Now c'mon, let's find someplace to draw. I've got some sketches 
to do for class, and you mentioned something about your 
portfolio...."

She smiled gratefully, her cheeks dimpled.

We ended up finding a quiet spot at the end of one of the 
balconies. When two o'clock rolled around, Christy walked to 
Professor Ledbetter's classroom with me. Then she smiled and 
gestured for me to wait as she rummaged in her backpack.

"Here," she said at last, "take these."

"Don't you need 'em?" I asked, eyeing the proffered bag of 
carrots.

"Not as much as _you_ do. Take them."

Hesitantly, I did.

"Now go," she said. "Shoo. I'm going down to Siobhan's office so 
I can finish my drawing."

Surprisingly, though, she was waiting for me when my class was 
over. Her blue eyes lit up when she smiled.

"You got me thinking about Japan," she said. Then she gestured 
for me to look at her sketchpad. "This is Nobu."

Her drawing showed a bald man wearing loosely draped robes. His 
eyes gleamed with wisdom and laughter. He looked like someone I'd 
want to meet.

"He was my favorite monk. He taught me the most about Buddhism. 
And he helped me with my calligraphy."

"Calligraphy?"

"Writing Japanese," she said simply. "Nobu was a very educated 
man. He was a college professor before he became a monk--he 
taught Tokugawa-era literature--and his calligraphy was just 
beautiful. I'll have to show you sometime." She sighed and turned 
nostalgic. "I think I miss him the most. Well, him and Mariko, my 
best friend. Anyway, we've got to get to Siobhan's class. I can 
show you sketches of Mariko later. Right now, I want to work on 
your shoulders."

"My shoulders? Huh?"

"Mmm hmm. On my sculpture. Your shoulders are so well-defined 
that they're actually a bit difficult to do. Your individual 
deltoids stand out when you flex. Wren has beautiful shoulders--
she _would_, she's a swimmer--but yours are just... wow. Besides, I 
need to work on your chest too--your sculpture's chest, I mean--
because I haven't gotten your pectoral muscles right. You're so 
muscular that you're fun to sculpt. It's kind of Zen-like," she 
said. "When I'm working with the clay, I just...."

I decided that she didn't chatter only when she was nervous; she 
did it when she was excited, too. I smiled and simply nodded at 
the appropriate times.

-----

The rest of the week was more or less routine. Modeling for 
Siobhan's Life Drawing class was a little boring by myself, but I 
only had two classes to endure before Kendall and I modeled 
together.

After Tuesday's class, Kendall was waiting for me in the hall. 
One look at her expression confirmed her mood, so we hurried back 
to her apartment. In the elevator up to her floor, we were all 
over each other.

We barely made it to her apartment before shedding our clothes, 
and we ended up having sex in the entry hallway. Without even 
pausing, we moved to the bedroom for round two. We didn't have 
_constant_ sex for three hours, but it was close. Finally, I 
dragged myself away and took a quick shower before heading to my 
American Literature class.

Thursday wasn't quite as passionate, since Vivian was in the 
apartment, but Kendall didn't hesitate to have sex in the 
relative privacy of her bedroom. Afterward, we lay together, 
comfortably entwined, and talked about life, the universe, and 
everything.

-----

Rod and Neil didn't show up for Calculus class on Wednesday, and 
I was beginning to hope they'd dropped the class. Unfortunately, 
they dashed my hopes on Friday when they showed up for our first 
test.

Rod smirked at me. "Good luck, dickwad."

I bit back a snide reply and gritted my teeth. _Self-discipline_, 
I told myself. Then I took a deep breath and tried to follow 
Professor Vajpayee as he gave last-minute instructions.

Rod and Neil finished early and flashed me a smug look as they 
left. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that they'd 
probably cheated.

_There ain't no justice_, I silently cursed.

-----

Christy and I ate lunch together on Wednesday, Thursday, and 
Friday. And each day we went up to her room to pick up snacks 
afterward.

"Where do you get this stuff?" I finally asked. The snack shops 
on campus only carried things like candy, chips, and Cokes, and 
the nearest grocery store was a couple of miles away.

"Ash and I make a grocery run every weekend. Siobhan lets her use 
her car."

"That reminds me," I said, changing the subject. "If Ash is 
Siobhan's daughter, how come she lives in a dorm? I mean, why 
doesn't she live at home?"

Christy laughed. "Ash says it's so her mom doesn't know who she's 
dating, but she doesn't date that often. Personally, I think it's 
so she's got someplace to call her own. Siobhan is a sculptress, 
but Ash is more into photography. She's got an incredible eye, 
but her mother wants her to be a studio artist, instead of a 
photographer. Anyway, Ash doesn't want to live at home because 
her mother's always trying to get her to draw, or sculpt, or 
something. Besides, since Siobhan's a professor here, Ash's 
tuition is free, so her father only has to pay for her room and 
board."

"So her parents are divorced?"

"Mmm hmm. Her father seems nice, but I've never met him. He lives 
in Chicago. Siobhan talks about him sometimes, but I think she's 
a lot happier without him. Ash misses him though, and they talk 
on the phone a lot. Ash and her dad, I mean. Gosh, I'm chattering 
again, aren't I?"

I smiled and shook my head. "I like listening to you."

"Whatever for?"

"Maybe it's 'cause I don't have to be 'on' around you."

She cocked her head to the side in question.

"Wren's fun and all," I said, "don't get me wrong, but I'm always 
having to _think_ when I'm around her. I mean, it's like a 
wrestling match, where I gotta work for an advantage and worry 
about what I need to counter. You know? With you... it's different. 
I can relax, I guess. Does that make sense?"

"Sure. I think that's why I like hanging around with you, too. 
Besides, I love seeing what you draw. You're really good, you 
know. I wish I could draw buildings like you do."

"Ha! I wish I could draw people like _you_ do."

She smiled.

"Between the two of us, we're a pretty well-rounded artist."

"We are," she said, blushing. Then she changed the subject. "So, 
what do you want for an afternoon snack? We need to finish the 
celery sticks--"

"I'm not a big fan of celery."

"Radishes?"

"I'm not a bunny, Bunny."

She frowned good-naturedly. "I'm all out of carrot sticks. You 
ate the last of them yesterday, so who's the bunny now? Anyway, 
what'll it be, an apple or an orange?"

"An orange."

"Do you want me to peel it for you?" she asked, faux-patronizing.

"That would be splendid," I said, waving my hand haughtily. Then 
I cracked a grin.

She rolled her eyes and tossed me an orange. "You need some fiber 
too," she said. "Here, have some granola. We need to finish this 
box anyway. I'll have to remember to get more tomorrow. I think I 
want to get some dried fruit, too, and maybe some peanuts or 
something. I wish I could get macadamia nuts here. Have you ever 
had them? They're from Hawaii, and they're _wonderful_. But I 
can't find them in the stores around here. I brought some back 
with me after Christmas, but-- I'm doing it again, aren't I? 
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I need to get more granola at the 
store."

"Since I'm eating you out of house and burrow," I said, grinning, 
"_I_ could take you to the grocery store."

"Ash takes me. I'm fine."

"I don't mind," I said. "Really."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. "I've got a flying lesson tomorrow morning, but we 
could go afterward."

"Flying lesson? I thought you already had your license...."

"I'm getting my instrument rating," I said.

"That sounds like fun. I love flying. I used to fly with my 
brothers all the time when they were first learning. They tried 
to teach me, but I couldn't even see over the instrument panel." 
She laughed. "They used to stack phonebooks _this high_"--her 
hands were a foot apart--"so I could see." She chuckled again, 
nostalgically. "Oh, my. I hadn't thought about that in a while."

"I'll have to take you flying sometime," I said. "I mean, I'm 
willing to sacrifice a hundred pounds of useful load to have some 
company--"

"A hundred pounds?! I'll have you know that I'm up to a hundred 
and _eight!_"

"Anyway, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted by a 
108-pound bunny, I'll have to take you flying with me sometime. 
Maybe we could go see your brother in North Carolina. I need to 
make a couple of long-distance cross-country flights for my IFR 
certificate, so that'd be perfect."

"I'd like that," she said.

"But in the meantime, we can go grocery shopping after I get back 
from my lesson tomorrow. How's that sound?"

"That sounds perfect. Now, let's head to the A&A building. You 
don't have your Architecture class today, right? So I want to do 
some sketching before Siobhan's class. Maybe we can find an empty 
studio and I can get you to take off your shirt for me. I still 
need to work on...."

As we walked to the A&A building, she talked about my shoulders 
and chest, describing all the muscles I'd worked so hard to 
build. She had an astonishing grasp of anatomy, but I probably 
shouldn't have been surprised. I knew the muscles because I'd 
been building them for years, but she knew them because she'd 
been _drawing_ them. (She even knew things like muscle origin and 
insertion, which I barely remembered.)

We ended up using Siobhan's private studio, and Christy had me 
strip to the waist so she could add details to her sculpture of 
my torso. I used the time to alternate between watching her work 
and doing mental sketches for my Design project.

-----

At wrestling practice, I got on the scale: I had lost two pounds, 
which was enough to drop me into the 167-pound weight class. 
Coach Travis absolutely refused to let me move down, though.

"I told you," he said, "you don't need to drop any more weight. 
So you'll just have to wrestle heavier guys until you bulk up to 
your body's natural weight. I won't have underweight wrestlers on 
my team, Paul. Either maintain a healthy weight or get used to 
having to overcome a ten-pound advantage."

I blinked in surprise. Then I started to protest.

"My decision's final," he said gruffly. "I've seen a million guys 
with your build, and I know what you should weigh. If you're 
soft, 155 or 160. But you're not soft; you're lean and well-
built. Muscle weighs more than fat, so you should weigh at least 
175 pounds. _More_ if you really get serious about conditioning 
and get up to a good fighting weight, say the low 180s."

I stared at him in near-horror. I didn't _ever_ want to be that 
pudgy again.

"Since you're not moving down to 167," he continued, "do you want 
the top spot in the 177-pound weight class? Do you think you can 
beat Will?"

"Absolutely, sir," I said without hesitation, all thoughts of 
gaining weight forgotten. The club had a meet Saturday afternoon, 
and I wanted to wrestle in the points match.

"He outweighs you, _and_ he's got a longer reach."

"I'm lower to the ground, sir," I said with a predatory grin. 
"And no offense to Will, but my technique is better, and I'm a 
lot quicker."

"Show me," he said simply. Then he hollered for Will Treadway.

The match went a full six minutes, back and forth, but I beat 
Will on points, 6-1.

-----

After practice, Trip and I headed back to the dorm.

"Date night tonight, right?" he said.

"Mmm hmm. Although I haven't said more than five words to Gina 
all week. I've left messages for her and she's left 'em for me, 
but we keep missing each other. She's been busy with her 
sorority, though, since it's Initiation Week."

"Yeah, I know. Luke's been in and out all week, and Jeff has come 
home late every night. In a way, I'm glad we didn't join a 
fraternity. I think we would've had fun, but can you imagine 
doing frat stuff _and_ projects for Joska's class? Not to mention 
all the other stuff we do?"

I shook my head.

"Anyway, have fun tonight. D'you know where you're going to 
dinner?"

"Someplace cheap," I said, grimacing.

He laughed and clapped me on the back. "Don't worry," he said. 
"When we get our business going this summer, you'll have more 
than enough spending money next year, even after you pay tuition 
and set some aside to reinvest. You're still up for it, right?"

"Yeah. I've _got_ to work this summer. I mean, I still owe my 
parents four hundred bucks from Christmas."

"Dude, that was just dumb. I mean, four hundred bucks for a dress 
and some shoes? I hope it was worth it."

Visions of Kendall and Felicia sprang to mind and I nodded 
enthusiastically. Then I ruthlessly suppressed an image of 
Felicia as I fucked her on the manager's desk. When I finally 
cleared my mind--treacherous imagination--I flashed Trip a calm 
and collected look.

He laughed at my expression. "Whatever, man. Have fun tonight. 
I'll see you tomorrow."

-----

The phone rang while I was in the shower. T.J. answered it.

"Hey, Loverboy," he called over the noise of the water, "it's 
your girlfriend."

I almost asked, "Which one?" Instead, I quickly finished my 
shower and wrapped my towel around my waist.

"Hello?" I said, trying not to drip into the receiver.

"Paul?" It was Gina.

"Hey, sweetie, what's up?"

"Um...."

"What's the matter? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, but...."

"But what?" I asked, concerned.

"Can we reschedule our date tonight?"

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. But no. I mean, nothing's wrong or anything, but I've got 
something I _have_ to do tonight."

"What?" I asked, my voice flinty. "Something with the sorority, 
right?"

"You know it's 'I' Week," she said in a rush. "I've been busy 
every night this week. You _know_ how important this is to me, 
Paul. Please don't be angry with me. I didn't know we had a mixer 
tonight."

_Like hell_, I thought. Sorority mixers weren't planned on the 
spur of the moment. "How long will it last?" I asked, hoping to 
salvage _some_ of the evening.

"Um... well... that's hard to say. And besides, we've got...
something... 
to do afterward."

"Something? What _kind_ of something? Something with the Pikes?"

"Paul, it's not what you think," she said. "It's not like that. 
It's just a Greek thing."

"A Greek thing? Like _Vermont_ was a Greek thing?"

"Paul, that's not fair!"

"Right," I said sarcastically. "Whatever."

"Paul, why do you do this to me? You _know_ how important this 
is, but you make me feel bad for everything I do with the 
sorority."

"It's not the sorority I've got problems with," I said, which 
wasn't _quite_ true.

"Well, what am I supposed to do? It seems like _they're_ my only 
friends. I mean, you're always spending time with Kendall, but 
never with me."

"Then what's tonight about?" I asked hotly. "_I'm_ not canceling 
our date tonight, _you_ are."

"Paul, I don't have a choice. Can't you see that?"

"Sure you do," I said. "Besides, what if I use my Ultimate 
Boyfriend card?"

Silence.

"Huh? What then?"

"Paul," she said, her voice quiet and pleading, "don't make me 
choose between you and the sorority."

"Yeah, well, I guess you already have," I said. "Bye!"

"Paul, wai--"

I hung up.

"Trouble in paradise?" T.J. called from within his room.

"Cool it, T.J.," Glen rumbled.

I bit back a venomous reply.

T.J. started to say something else, but Glen cleared his throat 
ominously. "What?" T.J. asked defensively, looking at his 
roommate. "I didn't say anything!"

I shook my head in angry wonder, but then caught Glen's eye and 
nodded in thanks.

"Why d'you always gotta give him shit?" I heard Glen asking T.J. 
as I shut my bedroom door.

Inside, I dressed in casual clothes. Then I cast about for 
something to do. I had the room to myself, since Billy and his 
friend Jamie were working on their latest play. Trip was taking 
Abby to the movies, so I couldn't hang out with him. I didn't 
want Kendall to feel like she was my backup plan, but I didn't 
want to sit in my room alone, either. Finally, I decided to call 
her.

"Hi," I said when she answered the phone.

"Hi yourself." She paused. "I thought you had a date with Gina."

"She's doing something with her sorority," I said acidly.

"She chose her sorority over _you?_" Kendall asked, easily 
reading my resentment.

"Listen," I said, "don't start in on Gina, okay?"

"I won't," she said softly. "I just hate it when she does this to 
you. I know how much you love her, but...."

"Exactly."

"Do you want to come down? I could cook dinner for you. Abby's 
out with Trip, and Vivian and Phoebe are... _somewhere_," she said, 
laughing at her lack of knowledge. "We'd have the place to 
ourselves."

"What do you feel like doing?"

"Maybe we could get some groceries and I could cook for you. How 
does spaghetti sound?"

"How about a D&B?"

"'A D&B'?" she asked.

"Mmm hmm," I said, my mood changing from sullen to optimistic. 
"You know, like a B&B, only with dinner."

"I think I could be persuaded," she said.

"If _not_," I said, keeping my voice low, "then I've got some 
handcuffs I could use to help convince you." I grinned at the 
catch in her breathing. "How's that sound?"

"How soon can you get here?"

"I thought you wanted to cook dinner first?" I asked with feigned 
innocence.

"We can pick up a pizza. _Later_."

"Let me pack a change of clothes--and a few other, ahem, 
necessary items--and I'll be right down."

Ten minutes later, I stood at Kendall's door, a little breathless 
and grinning like an idiot. When she let me in I immediately 
pressed her against the foyer wall and kissed her, kicking the 
door shut at the same time.

"Oh, Paul," she whispered between kisses, "you make me so hot."

"And you make me so hard," I said breathlessly, reaching for the 
buttons on her blouse. "Who needs Gina anyway?"

In between heated kisses, Kendall and I stripped each other. Then 
I turned her around and pressed her against the wall with my 
body. She looked over her shoulder at me, her dark hair hiding 
her expression.

I slid my erection between her soft thighs and felt the heat of 
her arousal. She gasped in response and thrust her ass against 
me. I reached between us and gripped my shaft, aiming it at her 
pussy.

Her pussy was dry, but I nudged her open and used my glans to 
spread her growing moisture. When she was slippery enough, I 
pulled back and set the tip of my cock against her opening. She 
gasped in anticipation.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" I said, my voice husky with 
desire.

She swallowed hard and nodded.

"Say it."

"Fuck me, Paul. Please fuck me."

I didn't hesitate. The last word had barely left her lips when I 
eased my manhood into her. She was as tight as ever, and it took 
two more thrusts before I buried my length inside her. She 
groaned softly when my hips met the plush roundness of her ass. 
Then I gripped her wrists and pinned them to the wall over her 
head.

With short, measured strokes, I began fucking her. She whimpered 
and arched her back, pushing her ass against me with each thrust.

"Oh... yes," she gasped. "That... feels... so... good."

Her pussy gripped me each time I pulled back, and I thought I 
felt a flutter as her internal muscles contracted.

"Have you been using your Ben Wa balls?" I asked, never breaking 
my rhythm.

She nodded wordlessly.

"I can feel it."

"I... hoped... you... would."

In reply, I began slamming into her and she grew too preoccupied 
to use her nascent talent. When I was ready to come, I pulled out 
and turned her around. She immediately dropped to her knees and 
started sucking me.

With my hands braced against the wall, I watched her fellate me. 
Then I groaned and threw back my head as I emptied my balls into 
her throat. She swallowed and swallowed again, finally coming up 
for air as my orgasm subsided.

"Oh my goodness," she said at last. "I think I like date night."

After several minutes of quiet recovery, I asked when her 
roommates would return.

She looked up at me, her lips still shiny from kissing my flaccid 
penis. "Phoebe probably won't be back till Sunday," she said. 
"And Viv might spend the night at her boyfriend's apartment, but 
if she doesn't, she still won't be back till after midnight. Abby 
told me not to wait up for her, so I think she'll probably spend 
the night with Trip. _Why?_ What're you thinking?"

"Something you'll like," I said. I lifted her to her feet and 
turned her to face the wall. Her breasts flattened against it as 
I used my hip to hold her in place. Then I reached for my 
backpack.

She whimpered with lust when she heard the clink of the fur-lined 
handcuffs. She play-struggled for a moment, but I easily 
overpowered her. Then I drew her arms behind her like I'd seen 
cops do on TV. I held her wrists, but then found myself in a 
quandary: I couldn't figure out how to cuff her with only one 
hand.

"Don't move," I commanded. Then I released her hands and 
unbuckled the first handcuff.

She shuddered with pretend fear--and eagerness--as I cuffed her.

"Follow me," I said curtly. With the leather traces firmly in 
hand, I led her toward the living room.

"What are you going to do?" she asked nervously, playing her 
part.

"Quiet! On your knees."

She started sucking me when I thrust my limp cock in her face. 
After several minutes, I pulled my shaft from the tight circle of 
her lips and ordered her onto her back. Her breasts flattened to 
the sides as she stared up at me, but her nipples were crinkled 
and hard, a sure sign of her arousal.

With deliberate casualness, I tied each of the leather thongs to 
a leg of the couch. With her arms outstretched above her, her 
body formed a "Y". Then I stood over her, straddling her waist. I 
gazed down, her generous alabaster breasts framing my hard-on. 
She looked from it to my face with feigned panic.

"What are you going to do?" she asked again.

Instead of answering, I nudged her legs apart and stepped between 
them. Then I pushed her thighs further apart--far enough to 
accommodate my shoulders--and lay on the floor.

She squirmed when I began gently blowing on her damp, super-
heated labia. Then I scooted forward and tasted her arousal, the 
metallic twang making my cock twitch. Her thighs quivered as I 
began wagging my tongue through her sensitive folds, coating my 
cheeks with her juices.

When I thrust my tongue under the protective hood of her clit, 
she gasped and bucked her hips. I smiled to myself and held her 
down, my tongue continuing its assault. She writhed in ecstasy 
for the next several minutes as I alternated between teasing her 
with short licks and sucking her clit. Finally, I pulled back and 
grinned in anticipation of what I was about to do.

She looked up in confusion when I stood up.

"You said you wanted a pizza," I said disingenuously. "I'm gonna 
run out and pick one up."

"_Now?_"

"Mmm hmm."

Without waiting for her reply, I headed to her bedroom. I knew 
she kept her new vibrator buried under the sweaters in her 
dresser. She hadn't even put the batteries in it yet. I withdrew 
the little plastic device and tore open the pack of batteries 
with my teeth.

"Don't worry," I said as I returned to the living room, "I wasn't 
going to leave you without some company."

"Without some...?" Her eyes grew wide as she saw the vibrator. 
"You're not serious, are you?"

I nodded. Then I re-spread her legs and resumed my position 
between them. She gasped when I kissed her lust-swollen labia. 
Then she sighed deeply as I began licking her again. When she 
heard the vibrator's soft buzz, however, she tried to squirm 
away.

"Hold still," I ordered.

I rubbed the buzzing vibrator over her slit, eliciting a yelp in 
response. Her hips shot upward when I circled her clit with the 
vibrator's tip. Since she wasn't used to the little device, I 
decided to reduce its speed. After all, I didn't want her to come 
too soon.

"I think you're going to like this," I said softly, the vibrator 
poised at her opening. With that, I eased it into her, the white 
plastic spreading her open like a small penis. I slid it in and 
out for good measure, to lubricate it with her juices.

"What're you going to do, Paul?" she asked, her voice quavering 
with conflicting emotions.

"I told you," I said, "I'm going to get the pizza."

Then, without warning, I stood and returned to the foyer for her 
panties. The vibrator might slip out of her if I didn't do 
something to hold it in, and her underwear was the perfect 
solution.

She looked at me with wide eyes when I gently slid her underwear 
over her legs. When I told her to raise her ass, she did, and I 
tugged the panties into place over her hips. The base of the 
vibrator protruded against the crotch of her panties, so I gave 
it a tap for good measure. Predictably, she jumped and tried to 
struggle away from the vibrations tingling through her loins.

"You can't leave me here like this," she protested when I stood.

"Yes I can, and I'm going to."

"Paul, please. What if someone comes home?"

"Then you'll have some explaining to do."

Her eyes flew wide.

I decided to soothe--and tease--her some more, so I knelt by her 
chest. I fondled her breasts, working her sensitive nipples in 
circles. She closed her eyes and grimaced in ecstasy.

"Please don't go," she said. "I want you to stay. I want you to 
fuck me. Is that what you want me to say? That I want you to fuck 
me? Please, Paul. Please. Please fuck me."

"When I get back."

"I want it now. I want to feel you inside me... instead of this... 
_thing_."

"Oh, you'll feel me inside you. When I get back."

"I changed my mind," she said, grasping at any excuse to keep me, 
"I don't want a pizza. I'm not hungry after all."

"Well, I am."

"But you can't leave me like this! Especially with this _thing_ 
inside me."

"The _vibrator_ is inside you because I want you nice and horny 
when I get back."

"I'm nice and horny now. Please, Paul," she begged, "I want you 
to fuck me. There, I said it. Now take it out... take the 
_vibrator_ out. I said 'vibrator,' are you happy? Will you fuck 
me now?"

With one last look, I shook my head. "I'll be back in ten or 
fifteen minutes."

She begged me not to leave as I strode toward the entry hallway. 
She called out as I began getting dressed, but I ignored her. 
With a final check of my pockets--car keys, apartment keys, 
wallet, etc.--I headed out.

Fifteen minutes later, my pizza was ready, and I drove back--
_sped_ back--to the apartment. At the thought of Kendall lying 
bound and naked on the floor, I had to shift my hard-on to a more 
comfortable angle. Then I thought about the vibrator buzzing 
within her, driving her crazy. I smiled to myself, my imagination 
on overdrive.

"Who's there?" Kendall asked as I entered the apartment.

"Pizza delivery, ma'am," I said cheerfully as I set the steaming 
box on the table.

Kendall looked up at me with lust-crazed eyes, her breasts 
swaying as she struggled against her restraints. She had managed 
to pull the couch away from the wall, but the heavy piece of 
furniture hadn't moved more than a few inches.

"You ordered a large pepperoni," I said, smiling at the double 
entendre.

"Please fuck me."

"What's that?" I tormented.

"Fuck me, Paul. Fuck me now. I'll do anything you want. 
_Anything_."

An evil grin spread over my face as a sudden thought struck me. 
"Would you fuck me in front of your family?"

"Yes," she said without hesitation.

"Say it."

"I'd fuck you in front of my family."

"And your father?" I prompted.

Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded.

"Would you ask him to _join_ us?" I asked, my erection throbbing 
sadistically.

"Yes! I'd suck him. I'd fuck him. I'd let him come on my face if 
that's what you want. But _please_, fuck me. Fuck me now. I need 
it, Paul. You have no _idea_ how horny I am."

"How about Drew?"

"Paul," she said, her eyes deadly serious, "I'd do it with my 
entire family if I thought it'd get you to fuck me sooner. This 
vibrator is driving me _crazy_. I can't believe you left it 
inside me. My whole pussy is quivering, I'm so horny! So please, 
I'll do anything you want me to--_any_thing--but please fuck me. 
Please. I know you want to, I can see the bulge in your jeans. I 
need it. I need it _now_."

I chuckled at her unbridled desire. Then I stripped off my 
clothes. My erection bobbed when I freed it from the confines of 
my pants.

"Oh, yes," she said, licking her lips.

"Would you really have sex with your father?" I asked, suddenly 
more curious than horny.

"Yes! You know I would, damn you."

My eyes widened at her fervor (not to mention her 
uncharacteristic profanity).

"He'd never speak to me again," she continued, "but right now, I 
don't care. All I want is for you to fuck me. Fuck me, Paul. Fuck 
me and I'll do whatever you want."

I was tempted to tease her some more, but the look in her eye 
warned me not to. She was close to breaking, and I wanted her 
_horny_, not distraught. So I knelt over her chest and brought my 
jutting manhood within inches of her lips.

"Oh, _thank you_," she groaned, microseconds before engulfing my 
shaft.

I let her suck me for a minute or two but then reached back to 
touch the panty-covered base of the vibrator.

She jumped as if bitten by a snake.

I grinned to myself as I withdrew my cock from her mouth and 
moved toward her hips.

I lifted her legs and tugged off her underwear. The crotch of her 
panties was soaked, and her labia were pink and puffy with 
arousal, shining with a sheen of her own juices. The trail of 
moisture ran down the crack of her ass.

I grasped the base of the vibrator, and the buzzing grew louder 
as I withdrew the little device. Kendall groaned at the loss and 
then strained at her bonds, her breasts swaying as she writhed.

"Please, you promised," she half-whined.

Instead of answering, I lifted her legs and held them together. 
Her pussy winked at me from between her soft thighs, her slit wet 
and plump with arousal. I aimed my erection at her opening. She 
groaned when my manhood filled her. Then I looked down at her.

"Better?" I asked, semi-facetious.

Her nostrils flared as she nodded raggedly. "Now _fuck me_," she 
said. "Please, please, fuck me."

I began thrusting, my hips slapping her ass each time we 
connected. I held her ankles together, over my shoulder, and her 
already tight pussy gripped me even tighter.

Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples circling wildly 
as I slammed into her. Less than a minute later, she tensed up 
and tugged at the leather traces holding her arms outstretched. 
Then her stomach quivered, her internal muscles gripping me 
fiercely. Her face turned red as the force of her orgasm made her 
hold her breath.

I kept pounding into her, driving her higher. Still in the throes 
of her climax, she balled her fists and tugged against her bonds. 
To my surprise, the couch actually moved an inch or two.

I kept thrusting into her until she let out an explosive breath, 
which was the only sound she'd made in more than a minute. For 
several moments she panted, her eyes clamped shut from the force 
of her climax. I slowed my pace but never stopped moving within 
her.

To my complete surprise, she cried out softly and her muscles 
tensed again. She was having another orgasm, or the first one 
hadn't completely subsided (I couldn't tell which, and besides, 
it didn't really matter). I kept fucking her, my stiff cock 
filling her completely with each thrust.

Finally, after nearly a minute, she sucked in a great breath and 
shuddered. When I slowed my pace, she shook her head, her lips 
white from holding them shut.

"Keep fucking me," she whispered hoarsely. "Keep fucking m-- 
aaaah!"

For a third time, she tensed, and an orgasmic silence settled 
over her. Her internal muscles spasmed wildly, and I had a tough 
time thrusting into her. My cock bent as I tried to enter her, 
but I lowered my hips and continued battering through her 
resistance.

When her orgasm subsided, she panted, aftershocks rippling 
through her body. At that point I decided to withdraw from the 
vise-like furnace of her pussy. I still hadn't come yet, so I set 
the tip of my cock at the rosette of her ass. She gasped when I 
eased forward, spreading her sphincter. Then she groaned in 
pleasure and tugged at the leather thongs holding her in place.

"Oh, yes, fuck me in the ass," she said softly.

The juices from her pussy had run down the crack of her ass, 
lubricating her. I easily pushed into her and then drew back, 
pausing before my next thrust. Her legs were still over one 
shoulder, so I spread them and put an ankle on either side of my 
head. When I finally buried myself in the tight confines of her 
ass, her internal muscles fluttered and she grew quiet.

_Another one?!_ I silently marveled.

As I began thrusting into her ass, her pussy spasmed, 
transmitting the sensations to my cock. Her face turned rosy as 
she held her breath. I was close to my own release, and after a 
few more thrusts, I felt my balls draw up and begin to tingle.

Kendall silently writhed beneath me, her arms straining against 
the pull of her handcuffs. Fascinated, I watched her facial 
expression, twisted by the combination of her orgasm and the 
pleasure of my cock in her ass. Then I closed my eyes and 
concentrated on my own release.

After several thrusts I buried myself as deep as I could. Her 
pussy clenched again and her ass tightened around the base of my 
shaft. For a moment, I felt like I had semen backed up to my 
eyeballs. Then her sphincter relaxed and I exploded within her, 
jets of come bathing her insides. As my orgasm subsided, my head 
grew light and I slumped forward.

When I finally opened my eyes, Kendall was bent in half beneath 
me, her arms still outstretched, held in place by the handcuffs 
attached to the couch legs. She was panting, her chest, neck, and 
face still flushed. My cock hadn't gone soft at all, and it was 
still buried to the hilt in her ass. Her eyelids fluttered as 
aftershocks rippled through her.

"Wow," I said, my mouth dry from panting.

Her nostrils flared as she nodded.

A thin sheen of sweat covered us both, testimony to our orgasmic 
exertions. I eased my hips back and my dick slid from within her 
ass. She groaned softly when I let her legs unfold and stretch 
out.

She rattled her handcuffs and glanced at me in silent appeal. 
When I freed her, she wrapped her arms around me and held me 
close, both of us still panting.

"I love you so much," she whispered. "Even if you _did_ leave me 
here for twenty minutes with the vibrator inside me, you horrible 
man."

"You enjoyed every minute of it," I countered.

She didn't deny it.

-----

"You weren't serious about my father, were you?" Kendall asked 
later, after we'd taken a shower and cleaned up.

I feigned ignorance. "About what?"

"You know... about... having sex with him."

"Do you _want_ to?"

"No!"

I arched an eyebrow.

"Okay, you know I do. But I never will. That's just a _fantasy_, 
Paul. And it's one I won't ever live out. I don't _want_ to live 
it out. Incest is... yuck!"

I wobbled my head side-to-side, equivocating. Then I looked a 
question at her. A _pointed_ question.

"Okay, okay, so it's fun to think about. But that's _all_... just 
thinking. Can you imagine having sex with your mother? She's 
pretty, but... you'd never actually _do_ it!"

I wisely decided not to correct her misconception.

"But I can't believe the things you made me say."

"I didn't _make_ you say any of them," I said.

"Oh yes you did. I wouldn't've said _any_ of that if you hadn't 
gotten me so worked up by leaving the vibrator inside me."

"You loved it and you know it."

Her guilty silence was answer enough.

"You'll have to masturbate with it sometime."

She firmly shook her head.

"Why not?"

"The old-fashioned way is just fine. Besides, I haven't had to 
masturbate in a long time. Not since you came to school."

"Not once?"

She shook her head. The she looked at me in disbelief. "Why? You 
don't still masturbate, do you?"

I laughed. "I jerk off every morning in the shower."

"_Every_ morning?"

"Sometimes I skip a day, when you've drained me dry, or Gina has-
-"

A hint of a frown flickered across her face, but it was gone 
before I could react.

"--but yeah, I jerk off just about every day. Sometimes twice a 
day, depending on how horny I am."

"I can't believe you still need to jerk off."

"That's just the way I am, I guess," I said, shrugging 
unrepentantly. "I mean, I've got to get off at least once a day, 
or sex is all I think about."

"_Really?_"

"Mmm hmm."

"Wow," she said softly.

"Maybe I'll let you watch me sometime. And I can watch you."

I could see her considering the possibilities. Then she grinned, 
her eyebrows lifting in tentative agreement.

"But not anytime soon," I said. "I mean, I think I'm pretty well 
drained for the night. Well, I _could_ go again, but--"

"I believe you," she said, holding up a forestalling hand. "But 
you wore me out."

"No kidding. I don't think you've ever come that hard. What was 
it, four times?"

"I lost count," she said sincerely. "It was _at least_ four big 
ones, and a bunch of smaller ones. Wow!"

"Wow," I echoed.

"But you weren't serious about... you know... my father, were you?"

"I'll let you off the hook," I said. "_This_ time."

Her eyes flew wide and I just grinned.

-----

While Christy and I were at the grocery store, I told her about 
my fight with Gina. I edited out some of the details, but she got 
the gist of it. As we were loading our groceries into the Jeep, 
however, she paused and looked at me seriously.

"What?" I asked, trying not to fidget.

"Nothing," she said, shaking her head. "Sorry." We were almost 
back to campus before she spoke up again. "Do you mind if I ask 
you a personal question?"

"I guess not. Why? What's up?"

"I don't really know how to ask this, and I always ask things the 
wrong way, but... I mean, you don't have to answer if you don't 
want to. But I was thinking, and this is just a crazy idea, but... 
well... I don't know why I thought of this. Anyway, I get these 
crazy ideas about people sometimes. I guess it's 'cause I'm a 
people-watcher, and I try to figure out why people act the way 
they do. I've done it as long as I can remember-- Uh-oh."

"What?"

"I'm doing it again," she said sheepishly. "Chattering 
nervously."

I smiled and silently agreed with her.

"Gina's not just your 'best friend,' is she? She's more than 
that, right? There, I said it! Now, you can tell me I'm crazy if 
you like, but at least I got that off my chest."

I blinked at her.

"Are you upset? Oh, I'm so sorry. I _knew_ I shouldn't've said 
anything. I said to myself, 'Christy, keep your big trap shut. 
It's none of your business.' But no, I never listen to myself. 
That's the thing about me," she said, glancing at me as she wrung 
her hands, "I give myself the best advice and then I ignore it. I 
always--"

"You're doing it again," I said softly.

She shut her mouth with a clomp. Then, her blue eyes round and 
beseeching, she looked at me. "You're not upset, are you?"

I shook my head. "But what makes you think Gina's... um... more than 
just a friend?" I asked, deceptively calm.

"Lotsa things," she said. "But the big one is how upset you get 
when you have a fight with her. I mean, you'd never get that 
upset if you didn't care. You know? And the way you talk about 
her... it's like you love her. I can hear it in your voice. I can 
see it in your eyes, the anguish when you know you've said 
something nasty to her. You said she was your best friend, but... 
she seems more like a girlfriend." With that, she shrugged and 
fell silent.

"If I tell you," I asked, "will you promise you won't tell 
anyone?"

She crossed her heart and made a key-locking motion by her lips.

"Yeah," I said, "Gina's my girlfriend."

"Does Kendall know?" Christy asked softly.

I pulled into a parking space in front of Morrill and sat 
silently for a moment, arguing with myself about whether or not 
to tell her.

"She does, doesn't she?"

I nodded.

"So you have _two_ girlfriends?"

"And all the problems that go with it," I added heavily.

"I knew you wouldn't get so upset if Gina weren't your 
girlfriend," Christy said in quiet triumph. "I _knew_ it. But how 
did you end up with two girlfriends in the first place? Never 
mind, that's not important. Does Gina know about Kendall?"

I nodded.

"Do they get along?" Christy asked, a little incredulous.

"They _used_ to," I said. "But not anymore. Not since Gina and I 
came to UT."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Maybe some other time. But do me a big favor, okay?"

"Anything," she said earnestly.

"I know you promised not to tell anyone, but that means Wren, 
too. _Especially_ Wren."

"Why?" she asked, genuinely perplexed. "I mean, of course I won't 
tell her, but why _her?_ Specifically, I mean."

"I don't want her to think that because I've got two girlfriends, 
I need a third."

To my utter shock, Christy laughed, genuine and bright.

"What?" I asked, a little wounded.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly. "It's just that...."

"Just what?"

"I probably shouldn't be telling you this," she said, "but... Wren 
doesn't want to be your girlfriend."

My jaw dropped in shock (and disappointment, I silently 
admitted).

She put her hand on mine. Then she tried to suppress a smile, but 
failed.

"_What?!_"

She burst into giggles.

I tried not to glare at her, but I don't think I succeeded.

She covered her mouth, but couldn't stop giggling. After half a 
minute, she finally got control of herself and wiped her eyes, 
sighing with mirth.

"What's so funny?" I asked, my voice tight with suppressed 
emotion.

"Like I said, I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but... Wren 
doesn't want to be your girlfriend. She just wants to have sex 
with you!" Then she burst into giggles again.

In spite of the situation, I found myself chuckling at the 
insanity of it all.

"You see why it's so funny?" she asked, tears of laughter filling 
her eyes. "Most guys would be in heaven if they had your 
problems, but you've got too _much_ pussy." At that, she covered 
her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide. "Oops! I probably 
shouldn't've said 'pussy,' but-- Ha! I did it again."

"It's okay," I said, still laughing. "I know what the word 
means."

"I'll _bet_ you do!"

When we calmed down and stopped laughing, several minutes later, 
Christy looked at me earnestly.

"Time to get serious again. You need to call Gina," she said. 
"You need to talk to her about why you're upset."

I nodded solemnly.

"I'm sure you're under a lot of stress, but she probably is too, 
especially with her sorority initiation. It sounds like she's 
trying to split her time between them and you, and you're getting 
the short end of the stick. But I've only heard things from 
_your_ perspective. I'd imagine that Gina probably thinks _she's_ 
getting the short end of the stick. She may be right, too. I 
mean, you've got to split your time between her and Kendall."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"But you still need to call her and talk about it."

"I will. But do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Not at all," she said, her expression open.

"How come you weren't shocked when I told you I had two 
girlfriends?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, really. I guess you just seem like 
such a nice guy that it makes sense, in a weird way. I mean, not 
many guys could keep two women happy at once."

"Yeah, well, I haven't done such a good job of it."

"Maybe; maybe not. I don't know enough to judge. But at least 
you're _trying_."

"And failing," I groused.

"Aw, cheer up," she said, full of optimism. "I'm sure you'll work 
things out."

"I hope so."

"You will. I have faith in you. Now, let's get these groceries 
upstairs and put away. Do you feel like a snack before your 
wrestling match? Do you mind if I come watch? My brother Rich 
used to wrestle, and I loved going to his matches when I was a 
little girl. I remember watching them and biting my nails, hoping 
Rich would win. I even...."

I rolled my eyes at her girlish enthusiasm and scooped up the 
grocery bags full of bunny food_._ Then I smiled to myself. Maybe 
bunny food wasn't so bad after all.

-----

Christy actually came to my wrestling match. She sat with Kendall 
and Abby, and cheered along with them as I won by a pin in the 
second round. Afterward, I went back to the dorm, alone. I took a 
shower and mustered my resolve to call Gina.

One of her suitemates answered--I couldn't tell Naomi from Iris 
on the phone--and then asked me to wait. I heard her open the 
door and shout down the hall for Gina.

"Just a minute, Paul," the suitemate said. "She just left, but I 
caught her. Here she is."

"Hi!" Gina said.

"Hi yourself. What're you so happy about."

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but we had initiation this 
afternoon. I'm a full-fledged member, Paul! Can you believe it? 
No more 'Pledge Gina'! I'm a _sister_ now."

"Congratulations." After a suitable pause, I apologized for being 
a jerk the night before. I could almost hear her shrug over the 
phone.

"It's okay. I know you didn't mean it. We just haven't spent much 
time together, and--"

"Well, we can fix that," I said. "I'm going skiing tonight at 
Ober Gatlinburg, with the Snow Skiing Club. Trip and Abby will be 
there, and so will Kendall. You could come with us."

"Oh, Paul, I'm sorry, I'd love to, but... we've got a party 
tonight."

"Oh. Okay. Well, I guess I could go to the party instead of 
skiing."

Silence.

"Hello?"

"I'm here," she said softly. "But tonight's a Greek-only party. 
We've got our new pledges and... well... you understand, don't you?"

"Sure," I said as lightheartedly as I could. "No problem. Maybe 
some other time."

"I could do something tomorrow," she said. "Maybe you and I can 
get together with Kendall and... I dunno... just talk or something."

"Yeah, I guess that sounds good." _Now I've got to convince 
Kendall_, I thought with sinking confidence.

"Do you want me to call you?" she asked.

"Yeah, that sounds great."

"I'm sorry," she said again, about the party. Then she called to 
someone in the hall. To me: "I've got to go, Paul. I love you. 
I'll call you tomorrow. Bye."

And with that, she was gone.

I sighed and hung up the phone.

"What's goin' on?" T.J. asked from his room.

I turned. "Huh?"

"What's goin' on?" he asked. He even seemed to be genuinely 
interested.

I shrugged indifferently.

He stood and walked toward me. Then he paused in the doorway, 
intent on his shoelaces. "Look," he said at last, "I don't think 
I was a dick last night, but Glen--you know how he is--he said I 
should apologize. I don't think I need to, but... you know...."

I tried to hide my shock.

"I was just joking, you know? Anyway, we're cool, right?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, too surprised to even work up a good pique 
at his non-apology apology.

He nodded and returned to his desk without another word.

-----

Kendall, Abby, Trip, and I went skiing that night, but once 
again, the girls quit early due to fatigue. Trip and I hadn't 
played a basketball game, but we were both tired from our 
wrestling matches, so the girls easily persuaded us to join them 
in the ski lodge.

When we returned to campus, Trip and Abby headed to his room 
while Kendall and I went to her apartment. The next morning, the 
four of us ate breakfast together and made plans to see a movie 
with Luke and his new girlfriend.

I had completely forgotten about my plans with Gina.

-----

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