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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
Part: Chapter 26
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, FF, teen, oral, mast, toys, caution
Revision: 1.02
Word Count: 16,319
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 story 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.

This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events 
portrayed in it are fictional, and any resemblance to real people 
or incidents is purely coincidental. The author does not 
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without 
the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio 
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Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

When I returned to my room after wrestling practice, I found a 
note from T.J. taped to my door: _Loverboy, call your 
girlfriend!_

I picked up the phone and dialed Kendall's number.

"Hi," I said. "You called?"

"No." She sounded perplexed.

I stared at T.J.'s note. "You didn't?"

"Uh-uh. Why?"

Then it hit me: Gina! "Oh, sorry," I said, wincing sheepishly. 
"T.J. left me a note to call my girlfriend--"

"And you called _me_ first?" I could hear the elation in her 
voice, although she quickly composed herself and continued. "He 
probably meant Gina."

"Yeah, I'd better call her." After I told her I loved her and 
hung up, I dialed Gina's number.

"What happened yesterday?" she asked. "I tried calling you, 
but...."

"Yesterday?" _What was I doing yesterday? Kendall and I went to 
the movies with--_

"Duh, silly, we were supposed to get together with Kendall. What 
happened? Is everything okay?"

"Sorry," I said, my face heating. "I... um... I forgot to tell you...
I 
had to work on a Design project, and I spent most of the day at 
the World's Fair site, making sketches." It was a bald-faced lie, 
and I mentally kicked myself. Then, for good measure, I did it 
again. I _hated_ lying, and I'd just panicked and done it without 
a second thought.

"Oh, okay," Gina said, obviously disappointed.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you, sweetie."

"That's okay. I'm just glad you're okay."

"Yeah, sorry," I added lamely.

"Do you want to get together tonight? Maybe Kendall too?"

"I've got an Art History exam tomorrow," I said, "and a bunch of 
us are getting together to study."

"Oh, okay. I probably need to study Chemistry anyway. I've got a 
big lab tomorrow, and I haven't even read the write-up yet."

"Maybe some other time?"

"How about tomorrow night?" she suggested.

"I can't. I've got a basketball game. And Kendall and Abby are 
fixing dinner for Trip and me. Maybe Wednesday? I've got my 
instrument class till nine, but afterward...."

"We've got a mixer for the new pledges."

"How about Thursday sometime?" I suggested. "Maybe during the 
day?"

"Uh-uh. I've got class, then I volunteer at the hospital from 
twelve till three."

"How about after that?"

"I'm in class till four thirty. But then I've got work to do for 
the Winter Formal. You remember, right?"

_Winter Formal?_ "Um... yeah, sure," I bluffed. Then I wracked my 
brain, trying to remember what she was talking about.

"You don't remember," she said, an unvoiced sigh in her tone.

"Yeah, of course I remember," I said, trying not to sound testy. 
Then I mentally repeated the conversation, searching for clues. 
"Your Winter Formal is... Friday... and, um"--I remembered!--"it's 
with the ATOs. It starts at seven, at the Hilton. Of course I 
remember."

"I'm sorry, I thought you'd forgotten." She sounded tremendously 
relieved. "I'm wearing a green dress, and I've got a matching 
cummerbund for you. Have you made a reservation for a tux?"

"Uh, no," I said absently, silently scolding myself for not 
remembering her dance.

At that, she did sigh. "Do you want me to do it?"

"No, I can do it. Besides, my schedule's pretty full, so I'll 
need to figure out when I've got time."

"Okay."

"So, what's the plan for Friday night?" I asked, changing the 
subject to cover my brusque reply about the tuxedo.

"Jess's father reserved a bunch of rooms for us, so I thought 
we'd spend the night at the hotel. Is that okay?"

"Sure."

"The dance should last till one or two, but afterward, the party 
will probably move upstairs."

"Whatever," I agreed.

"Oh, Paul, I'm really looking forward to it. It's going to be so 
much fun! Don't you think? And maybe this weekend, we can get 
together with Kendall."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"Okay. I need to read my lab write-up, so I'd better go," she 
said. "Don't forget to reserve your tux. I love you."

"I love you too. Bye."

-----

After two weeks of modeling separately, Kendall and I were 
excited about finally posing together. Consequently, I found 
myself daydreaming instead of paying attention to my Art History 
exam.

As usual, Christy finished quickly. And since I was fantasizing, 
even Wren turned in her test before I did.

"So, Mysterious," she said as I joined the two of them in the 
hallway, "I bet I know what _you're_ thinking. Judging by how 
many times you had to, ahem, make an adjustment during class, I 
guess it's not so 'mysterious,' is it?"

I blushed suitably.

"And Kendall sure was excited this morning at breakfast. I'll 
have to call and ask her about it. _Afterward_, I mean."

"Be nice, Wren," Christy chided.

"I _am_ being nice."

Christy scoffed politely.

"Fine, take _his_ side," Wren said. She tried to sound indignant, 
but she couldn't pull it off.

"You'd better not tease him," Christy continued. "After all, you 
have to model with him too."

"Exactly," I said. "And I'm pretty good at teasing."

"You're not half as good as I am," Wren shot back.

I arched a skeptical eyebrow.

"You're not," she said defensively.

Christy turned mischievous. "Is that why you take a cold shower 
afterward?"

Wren's jaw dropped, and Christy smiled smugly.

"So you take a cold shower after Siobhan's class?" I asked.

"That's none of your business," Wren sputtered.

I held up my hands, silently conceding the point. But then I 
couldn't resist needling her: I chuckled.

She stopped walking. When Christy and I turned, she stomped her 
foot and huffed. "_You_," she said, glaring at me, "are 
impossible."

Christy and I broke into snickers that quickly turned into full-
fledged laughter.

Wren huffed again. "I've got to get to class."

"Bye, Beautiful," I said through laugh-teary eyes.

"Im_possible!_" she threw over her shoulder.

When Christy and I calmed down, we shared a guilty smile.

"I shouldn't do that," she said, "but she's so much fun to tease. 
She'll probably be upset about the cold shower thing, but I 
couldn't resist."

"Does she really take cold showers?"

"I'm sorry," Christy demurred, "I really shouldn't have said 
that. She doesn't want you to know how attracted she is to you."

"As if I couldn't tell?"

"I tried to tell her that," Christy said, "but she still thinks 
she's got you fooled. Well, she _wants_ to think she's got you 
fooled. She's not stupid, though; deep down, she knows that you 
know. Besides, she told me about your no-kissing rule. And I'm 
sure you've got an unwritten no-sex rule, too."

I nodded vigorously. I liked Wren--and I wanted to have sex with 
her--but I didn't need that kind of complication in my already 
complicated life.

"She likes Kendall, and she really likes you too. As a friend, I 
mean. Yeah, she wants to have sex with you, but she respects you, 
too. She's never met a guy who could resist her, so I think she 
sees you as more than just a challenge."

I raised my eyebrows in question.

"Trust me, guys fall all over themselves for Wren. She likes you 
even more because you obviously _want to_, but don't. Does that 
make sense?"

"I guess."

"So Wren wants to get to know you better. For instance, do you 
remember when you gave her that 'high school prick-tease' 
speech?"

I nodded.

"I think that really got through to her. Yeah, she still flirts 
with you, but I think she's also having fun getting to know you. 
So you see, you've already made her life better. Just don't break 
any of your rules, even the unwritten ones."

"No kidding," I said softly.

"Anyway, I'd better let you get to Siobhan's class. I want to sit 
in on it sometime, if Kendall doesn't mind. Maybe next week?"

"I'll ask her, but I think that'd be all right. Do you mind if I 
ask why, though?"

"Kendall's very pretty. And you make an attractive couple, so I 
want to sketch you together. Besides, you're hard and muscular, 
while she's soft and curvy, and I like the contrast. Anyway, I'm 
turning into a chatterbox again, so I'd better let you go. I'll 
see you tomorrow. Bye."

For a moment, I watched her walk away, a petite bundle of energy 
and mystery. Then I glanced at my watch and hurried toward 
Siobhan's studio. Kendall was waiting for me when I arrived. She 
threw her arms around my neck and kissed me soundly.

"Hi," she said after we broke the kiss.

"Hi yourself."

"I can't _wait_ for class to start! This is so exciting."

I pulled her close, enjoying the curves of her body as she 
pressed against me. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Probably," she said, her eyes glittering. Then she held her lips 
to my ear and continued. "I'm thinking about what I want you to 
do to me when we get back to the apartment."

My dick twitched.

"And I have to make a confession. After breakfast, I went back to 
the apartment and... I used my vibrator a little."

I pulled back in surprise.

She blushed.

"Did you get off?" I asked quietly.

She shook her head. "I like it better when you do it. But I 
wanted to try it again. Oh, Paul, I came so hard the other day. I 
had no _idea_...."

I smiled smugly.

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, you were right."

Before I could gloat, the bell to end classes rang and students 
began streaming into the hallway. Kendall and I slipped into 
Siobhan's studio after the first rush, and headed straight for 
the office.

Once inside, I shut the door and pulled Kendall into my arms. As 
we kissed, I lifted the back of her skirt and cupped her panty-
clad ass. She tugged my shirt out of my pants and began 
unbuttoning it. In less time than it had taken us to walk across 
the main studio, we stripped each other.

"How much time do we have?" she asked breathlessly, gripping my 
erection and squeezing gently.

"Not enough. Five minutes, maybe less."

"Are you sure it's not enough time?"

I nodded, the big head firmly in control. Then I steeled my 
resolve and pulled her hand from my manhood. "This isn't going 
away by itself," I said, "and unless you can get me off really 
quick, we'd better cut it out."

"I think I can do it," she said, already sinking to her knees.

I caught her and shook my head. "Uh-uh," I added for emphasis. 
"We can't."

With a reluctant sigh, she took a half-step back. Then her eyes 
darted to my jutting hard-on. "What do you want me to do? Can I 
help?"

"Just give me a minute," I said. Then I closed my eyes and 
started thinking about the most un-sexy things I could.

When Siobhan finally knocked on the door--it felt like an 
eternity later, but was probably a few minutes--I wasn't exactly 
soft, but I wasn't ramrod straight either. My cock was in that 
semi-hard state where it was as long as it was going to get, but 
not fully erect. When I looked at it, I had to suppress a 
chuckle: it looked like a sullen sausage, hanging its head in 
frustration.

Kendall sensed my mood and laughed softly.

"Don't do that," I said, my voice tight.

"What?"

"Don't laugh. When you do, your breasts shake, and I think about 
how they bounce when I'm fucking you."

As if on cue, my dick twitched and started to rise. I clamped my 
eyes shut and imagined Rod getting fucked from behind by Regan 
and her strap-on. That did the trick. I took a deep breath and 
gestured toward the door.

"Oops," Kendall said all of a sudden. "I almost forgot my 
bottoms."

I rolled my eyes--we'd _both_ forgotten our robes as well. I 
donned mine and held hers as she slipped into her cream-colored 
bikini bottoms. A moment later we opened the door and walked to 
the middle of the semicircle of easels. Siobhan posed us about 
three feet apart and then waited as we removed our robes. My cock 
hadn't softened a bit, but it still hung "limp," pointed at the 
ground.

"Just sit naturally," the auburn-haired professor said. "I don't 
need a specific pose."

Kendall and I nodded.

With that, Siobhan began giving instructions to her class. I 
looked at Kendall and sighed in relief. For the moment, I had 
things under control.

I spent the next forty-five minutes in a minor hell of arousal. 
Twice, I happened to glance at Kendall at the wrong time, and my 
dick predictably jerked to attention. Each time, I gritted my 
teeth and imagined something sure to turn me off.

By the time Siobhan brought our robes, my nerves were thrumming 
with pent-up sexual energy, and I was ready to explode.

"Are you okay?" she asked quietly. "Are you sure you'll be able 
to pose with your girlfriend?"

"It's harder than I thought it'd be," I said.

She laughed at my gaffe.

I'm sure I turned six shades of purple. Even Kendall had to 
suppress a chuckle.

"You did fine," Siobhan said, smiling at my predicament. After a 
moment, she shook her head semi-wistfully. "Oh, to be young 
again." Still grinning, she turned to talk to a waiting student.

I practically bolted for the office. When Kendall shut the door 
behind us, I didn't bother with preliminaries; I simply pulled 
her robe open and pinned her against the door with my body. Then 
I kissed her, my tongue forcing her lips open.

She was as horny as I was, and clutched me passionately. I broke 
the kiss a moment later and picked her up. Her legs automatically 
circled my waist as I started sucking her nipples. She gasped 
when I gently bit one of them. Then she ran her fingers through 
my hair and held me close.

"I want you inside me," she said, her voice low and husky with 
desire. "Fuck me, Paul."

I thought about it for a moment but reluctantly shook my head. I 
didn't want Siobhan or any of her students interrupting us. 
"Let's go back to your apartment," I said at last. "Don't worry 
about getting dressed, though. Just put on your skirt and coat."

She nodded and I lowered her to her feet. Then she sank to her 
knees before I could stop her. When she wrapped her lips around 
my erection, I didn't _want_ to stop her. But she pulled back on 
her own a minute later, my dick shiny with her saliva.

With that, we hurriedly dressed. I didn't bother with underwear, 
simply stuffing my erection into my khakis. I had a noticeable 
bulge, but I didn't care. Kendall tossed her un-donned clothing 
into my backpack and then we made sure we were presentable before 
heading out.

Halfway to the apartment, I pulled her aside and unzipped her 
coat. Her nipples hardened in the January air as she looked 
around nervously. I'd deliberately chosen a spot that was fairly 
secluded, though, so no one was near enough to tell what we were 
doing. I teased her nipples for a moment and then grinned at a 
sudden thought.

"Don't zip your coat," I said.

Her eyes widened.

"No one'll be able to see anything," I said. "It mostly hangs 
closed, even without the zipper."

"I don't know...."

"Trust me. Besides, it'll be sexy walking along knowing that 
anyone who's paying attention will catch a glimpse."

She looked dubious for a moment, but then nodded.

Surprisingly, few people even noticed that she was exposed. Those 
who _did_ notice were past us before they could get a second 
look. When we reached the elevator lobby of her building, we were 
alone, so I opened her coat and cupped her breasts.

I suppressed a chuckle when she jumped as the elevator sounded 
its arrival, but the car was empty, so I didn't bother closing 
her coat. Once in the car itself, I lifted her skirt and cupped 
her ass.

"Paul, what're you doing?" she hissed when I reached for her 
skirt's zipper. She tried to fend me off.

I continued implacably and hooked my thumbs under her waistband.

She gasped when she felt her skirt and bikini bottoms sliding 
downward.

"Your coat comes to the top of your thighs," I said. "Besides, we 
just have to make it from the elevator to your apartment. And I'm 
sure no one will be in the hallway."

"But what if someone _is?_"

"They probably won't even notice."

"But, Paul...."

"Trust me," I said, directing her to step out of her skirt. Clad 
only in her winter coat, she shivered.

I smiled to myself; her shiver was from more than just the chill.

True to my prediction, the hall was empty. Kendall tried to 
quicken our pace, but my hand on the small of her back kept her 
in check. When we were about thirty feet from her door, I tugged 
her to a stop.

"Take off your coat," I directed.

She looked at me, eyes wide.

"Take it off."

She trembled with a combination of fear and desire as she let the 
coat slip from her shoulders. When I held out my hand, she gave 
it to me, along with her purse. Then she stood straight, on 
display. Wearing only a pair of shoes, she walked the remaining 
distance to her apartment. After a moment of panic, she reached 
for her purse to retrieve her keys.

Before she could open the door, however, I put my hand on hers. 
Then I turned her to face me and pressed her back against the 
door with my body. We kissed for nearly a minute, heedless of who 
might see us. Fortunately, no one entered the hallway, so I grew 
bolder.

"Take out my cock," I said.

She hesitated for a moment but then reached for my zipper.

"Now get on your knees and suck me."

Fully under my spell, she sank to her knees and wrapped her lips 
around my swollen shaft.

I let her suck me for several minutes, my hands braced on the 
door. In truth, my own coat hung down as I bent over; it hid her 
bobbing head. The hallway was dim enough that anyone coming down 
it wouldn't immediately realize what Kendall was doing.

Despite that, I still felt a surge of panic when I heard a door 
open. It was between us and the elevator, though, and the two 
girls who emerged never looked toward us. I sighed in relief and 
looked down at Kendall, who was staring up at me with wide, 
anxious eyes.

"Let's get inside," I said, chuckling.

Surprisingly, she shook her head and resumed sucking, her tongue 
forestalling any objection on my part. Unfortunately, I heard the 
elevator ding in the distance. A moment later I heard the sound 
of someone coming toward us. At that point I pulled my slippery 
manhood from Kendall's lips and turned the key in the lock.

"Get inside," I hissed. "Quick."

She looked up at me for a heartbeat, confused.

"Someone's coming!" Out of my peripheral vision, I saw two 
figures round the corner, headed our way. "Get inside!"

For precious seconds, Kendall hesitated. Then my words registered 
and she scampered inside.

I turned and looked down the hallway. The two girls had just 
noticed us. They were sixty or seventy feet away, but I think 
they'd figured out what we were up to. I scooped up my backpack 
and Kendall's things.

With my erection pointing at the open doorway, I took one last 
look at the girls. They were standing wide-eyed in shock. 
Inexplicably, I waved at them. Without thinking, they waved in 
reply. I laughed at the absurdity of it all and then calmly 
walked into Kendall's apartment.

"Oh my goodness," Kendall said as I shut the door behind me, "do 
you think they know what we were doing?"

I nodded, grinning lecherously.

"What if they call the police?"

"They won't," I said, with more assurance than I truly felt.

Before Kendall could raise another objection, I kissed her, hard. 
My erection bumped against her thigh, reminding her of its 
presence.

"Oh, Paul," she breathed, "you make me so hot. I don't _care_ if 
they call the police."

"Me either."

With that, I began tugging off my own clothing.

We didn't even make it to the bedroom. Instead, I pressed her 
against the wall and fucked her from behind. When I felt my 
orgasm approaching, I told her to turn around and kneel in front 
of me. I quickly reached the point of no return and erupted in 
her mouth.

She nuzzled my shrinking cock while I recovered. After a minute 
or two, I lifted her to her feet and nudged her toward her 
bedroom.

There, I merely admired her as she lay on her bed, her breasts 
flattened, nipples stiff with desire. Then I grinned down at her 
and stroked her silken thigh. I nudged her legs apart and lay 
between them.

Her pussy was slippery with arousal. When I gently blew cool air 
over her slit, she quivered with anticipation. Then I began 
licking her in earnest, my tongue on overdrive.

By the time she was ready to come, I was hard again, so I sat up 
and scooted forward. She gazed up at me as my erection probed her 
opening. Then she closed her eyes as I sank into her. Once I 
settled myself above her, she wrapped her legs around my thighs, 
her arms hooking under mine at the same time.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me hard."

Who was I to refuse?

With my cock pounding into her, she quickly reached the edge of 
orgasm. When I started playing with her clit, she crashed over, 
her pussy contracting with the force of her climax. I struggled 
to enter her, but a gush of heat and moisture eased my passage.

As another wave of pleasure took her, I felt my own orgasm 
boiling up. With a grunt, I buried myself as deep as I could. My 
cock swelled within her and then loosed a torrent of semen to 
bathe her inner walls.

Pleasure assaulted us as our orgasms mingled and fed each other. 
Her pussy clamped around me, milking my spurting shaft. The 
pleasure was so intense that I had to concentrate to keep from 
passing out.

Finally, panting, I collapsed against her and she held me close, 
her breathing in sync with my own.

"Wow," she said at last. "Wow."

I swallowed to clear my cottony mouth. Then I pulled back and 
gazed down at her. "I love you," I said.

Instead of answering with words, she simply pulled me down for a 
kiss.

-----

"How was modeling yesterday?" Christy asked as we walked toward 
her apartment after lunch.

I felt my face turning red.

"That good, huh?"

"Is it that obvious?"

She nodded, grinning. "You and Kendall couldn't keep your hands 
off each other at breakfast."

I'm sure my blush only deepened.

"How're things with you and Gina?" she asked, tactfully changing 
the subject.

"Better," I said. "We've got her sorority's Winter Formal this 
Friday."

"Oh, that should be fun. I _love_ formal dances. That's one of 
the things I miss most about high school."

"Yeah," I said, chuckling, "it seems like fraternities and 
sororities are just extensions of high school. They drink more 
beer, but...." I shrugged meaningfully.

"How come you didn't join a fraternity?"

"I thought about it," I half-lied, "but decided that I probably 
needed to concentrate on school. I mean, my parents are spending 
a lot of money to send me here, especially with out-of-state 
tuition and all."

"Tell me about it," she agreed ruefully.

"Besides, my schedule's pretty full without a fraternity. How 
come you didn't join a sorority?"

"I was never really interested," she said. "Working with Siobhan 
keeps me busy, and it's easy for me to meet people. I've got my 
mother's personality--she's so friendly and outgoing. At least I 
_hope_ I've got my mother's personality."

"You do," I said, laughing.

"Anyway, I guess I never really thought about joining a 
sorority."

"Ah, okay."

"So, what do you want for a snack today? We need to finish the 
bananas. And I can make you some peanut butter and graham 
crackers. Or, I could put peanut butter on some celery for you-- 
But you're not a fan of celery... hmm... how about peanut butter on 
an apple? Would you like that? I remember when I was a little 
girl, my mother used to cut an apple in half and spread peanut 
butter on it. Crunchy peanut butter, not smooth--"

I nodded in agreement and then smiled as she chattered happily. I 
felt like I didn't have a care in the world; for some reason, 
being around Christy was relaxing.

"--Nobu liked apples too. Mariko and I used to get them at the 
Base Exchange and take them to the temple for the monks. Did I 
ever show you my sketches of Mariko? She's very pretty. And 
exotic. Her mother's Japanese and her father's American, and 
she's got the most exquisite bone structure. I really miss her. 
Which reminds me, I'll have to write a letter to her after I 
finish my current one to Simon. And then I was thinking about 
starting a new sculpture of you, if you don't mind. I want to do 
something like Michelangelo's _David_, but with a modern feel. 
Still realistic, mind you, I don't much care for abstract 
sculpture, but--"

Once again, I found myself smiling.

-----

After wrestling practice, I rushed back to my room to shower 
before my instrument class. I was just about to step into the 
stall when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Howdy, stranger," a female voice said.

I furrowed my brow. From some dark corner of my brain, warning 
bells were going off, but I couldn't place the voice.

"Do you know who this is?"

I scratched my head, still wracking my brain.

"It's Felicia," she said at my awkward pause.

My skin prickled icily. "Oh... um... hi."

"So, what're you doing?"

"I was just about to get into the shower. I've got a class in a 
few minutes."

"Ooh, a shower," she said. "That sounds like fun. I wish I could 
join you."

I had to steer the conversation to safer ground, so I ignored her 
comment. "So, what're you up to?" I asked instead.

"I just got home from work. And I was wondering why you hadn't 
called me. Did you lose my number or something?"

"Actually," I said, as sheepishly as I could, "I did." In 
reality, I'd deliberately thrown it away. I felt guilty enough 
about what I'd done; I didn't need the reminder of a scrap of 
paper with her phone number on it.

"Oh. Let me give it to you again. Do you have a pen?"

"Um... not really," I said. "I'm standing here in just a towel."

"Oh, yeah, you were about to shower."

"Mmm hmm."

"I wish I was there with you. I could wash your back."

"I guess," I said, my eyes darting about nervously.

"I could wash more than that, too."

I silently cursed as her words battered through my resistance and 
my dick twitched in response.

"I could wash your big, hard cock."

I swallowed hard. The conversation was _not_ going well. I 
decided to cut her off before I lost control completely. _What 
_is_ it about this girl?!_ I silently railed. _Full lips, perfect 
breasts, clenching muscles-- Stop it!_ "Um... yeah," I said. "I can 
probably take care of that myself, though."

"Since you're there and I'm here," she said, laughing, "you'll 
_have_ to." She turned serious, and sultry. "When're you coming 
back to Atlanta?"

"Um..."

"Or I could drive up to Knoxville."

"I dunno," I hedged.

"I could take a couple of days off and drive up there. We could 
get a cabin in the mountains or something. I hear they've got 
mountains in Knoxville."

"They're not very big mountains," I said. "Not like Utah, at 
least. Anyway, I've got to go. I'm running late already."

"Oh. Okay."

I felt bad when I heard the disappointment in her voice, but I 
mustered my resolve. "Yeah. Sorry. Maybe you could call me some 
other time. Tomorrow." _Why did I say tomorrow?!_

"Yeah, I guess I could."

"Okay. Well... it was good talking to you. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up and took a deep breath. Then I looked down at the 
towel-covered bulge of my erection.

"What _is_ it with this girl?" I asked aloud.

Not surprisingly, my hard-on didn't have any answers.

I hate to admit it, but I ended up jerking off in the shower with 
visions of a big-breasted blonde bouncing through my imagination.

-----

Felicia called again on Thursday. I was working on my Sunsphere 
sketches when the phone rang. T.J. answered and then hollered for 
me.

"Another girlfriend, Loverboy?" he asked as he held out the 
phone, his hand thankfully covering the mouthpiece.

"T.J., would you like it if I called you 'Weasel'?"

He shrugged indifferently. "Why should I care? Besides, I'm just 
kidding."

"Well, why don't you give it a break. I mean, you don't have a 
nickname for Glen."

"Because I _like_ Glen," he said, grinning.

"Whatever." I took the phone as he chuckled and returned to his 
room. "Hello?"

"Howdy," Felicia said. "What're you doing? I didn't catch you at 
a bad time, did I?"

"I was working on some sketches for a project," I said, the long 
phone cord trailing behind me as I headed back to my room. 
Unfortunately, Felicia was in a talkative mood, and started 
telling me about her day at work. Worse, I was too polite to 
interrupt.

"So," she asked at last, "when're you coming to Atlanta?"

"Maybe Spring Break," I said vaguely.

"When's that?"

"The end of March."

"That long?" she said. "Aren't you coming home before then?"

"Probably not. Why?" As if I didn't know.

"I want to see you. I owe you a T-bone dinner. And you're welcome 
to anything else you want."

Once again, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what 
"anything" meant.

"I bought some new lingerie I want to show you, too. I got a 
sheer silk camisole, with a little pair of g-string panties. The 
panties are sheer too, so you can see my pubes. I also got a 
slinky nightgown. My tits barely fit, so they might pop out. But 
you'd like that, wouldn't you."

I took a deep breath and tried to will my erection to subside.

"And I've still got my Marilyn Monroe gloves. You really liked 
those, didn't you?"

"Yeah," I said, as noncommittally as I could, "those were pretty 
cool. I'd love to see 'em again some time." _What was I saying?!_ 
"But right now, I really need to work on this design project. 
I've got to give the sketches to my teammates tomorrow, and I 
still need to finish them. So I'd better go."

"Oh, okay. Are you sure you can't talk longer?

"I really should get back to work."

"Well, it was nice talking to you," she said, disappointed.

"It was nice talking to you too. Bye."

"Bye."

I was just about to hang up when I heard her call my name. I 
returned the phone to my ear. "Yeah?"

"You forgot to write down my number."

"Oh, yeah," I said, my heart sinking. I hadn't forgotten. With an 
inner sigh, I grabbed a pencil from my desk. Unfortunately, the 
desk itself was littered with drawings.

I probably should have simply pretended to take down her number, 
but some honest corner of my brain refused to go along with the 
subterfuge. So I actually wrote her number on the corner of one 
of my Sunsphere sketches.

"Okay," I said, "I've got it. I'll call you sometime."

"Well, I guess I'd better let you get back to your project."

After I hung up, I thought about jerking off. I could easily 
picture Felicia in a skimpy camisole, her pink nipples straining 
at the fabric, her dark pubic hair inviting me to experience her 
clenching muscles.

Instead, I decided to call Kendall. I felt guilty--as if I were 
simply using her to satisfy my own desires--but I made the call 
anyway.

"Hi," I said when Phoebe handed Kendall the phone.

"Hi yourself."

"What're you up to?"

"O. Chem. I've got to write up a lab report. The clothes I was 
wearing _still_ stink, so I thought I'd do some laundry too. 
Why?"

"Do you wanna get together? Billy's working on his play, or over 
at Jamie's apartment, or... wherever. We could fool around."

"Paul, I really need to work on this lab report. I can't do what 
I did last quarter." She had come to the conclusion--probably 
correct--that she'd spent too much time with me the previous 
quarter, and her grades had suffered accordingly.

"You can work on your lab report after... you know." I squeezed my 
erection through my pants. "Besides," I added, "I've got to work 
on drawings for Design class. So we can't fool around long."

She could obviously hear the desire in my voice, but she remained 
steadfast. "I'm sorry, Paul. I've got to get this lab report 
done."

"Are you sure?" I asked, trying not to wheedle.

"It's not that I don't _want_ to come over," she said, "but I 
_need_ to finish this report."

"Yeah, all right. I should probably work on my drawings anyway. 
Joska's being an absolute stickler, and I guess I need to go over 
my site sketches again."

We talked for another minute or two and then hung up. I wasn't 
very happy, but I wasn't upset either. I was just horny, although 
I couldn't expect Kendall to jump every time I called.

Unfortunately, my erection didn't go away, no matter how hard I 
stared at my drawings. So I changed into my workout shorts and 
grabbed my barbell. Thirty minutes of curls and presses didn't 
take the edge off my ardor, and I thought about calling Kendall 
again.

In the end, I decided to take a shower, where--not surprisingly--
I jerked off. I tried not to think about Felicia, but I couldn't 
help myself. When I came, I nearly collapsed from the sensation, 
my erection throbbing long after I stopped spurting.

I shook my head to rid myself of images of Felicia bouncing, 
squeezing--

I reached for the soap and began to lather my chest. "Thank God 
for an endless supply of hot water," I muttered, angry with 
myself.

-----

Rod and Neil hadn't shown up to Calculus class all week. When I 
noticed a girl in the front row turn in three pages of homework--
Rod and Neil's, in addition to her own, I guessed--I gritted my 
teeth.

I was tempted to tell Professor Vajpayee about their scam, but 
decided against it. Glen's words echoed in my mind: _"For 
everything you do to him, he'll do something worse in return."_ 
Besides, I wasn't a snitch.

After lunch, Christy and I headed upstairs to her room for 
snacks. She could tell that something was eating at me, but she 
didn't pry.

I hated the idea that Rod and Neil were getting away with 
cheating. After all, _I_ had to actually go to class and do the 
homework. So did the other students. What made Rod and Neil 
special?

One word: money.

They were probably paying the girl to turn in their homework, if 
she wasn't doing it for them in the first place as well. Worse, 
they had somehow managed to cheat on the first test. (Neither of 
them seemed like math geniuses, so I doubted they'd aced the test 
on their own.)

What they were doing was _wrong_, plain and simple, and it grated 
on me. But unless I wanted to make an issue about it with the 
professor, I couldn't do anything to stop them. Still, it made me 
angry.

"Do you want some macadamia nuts?" Christy asked, shaking me out 
of my sullen reverie.

"Huh?"

"Macadamia nuts. My sister-in-law sent them to me," she said, 
holding up a blue can of Mauna Loa nuts. "Here, I'll make us a 
bag for later."

I nodded absently.

"Are you upset about tonight?"

"What?"

"Are you upset about tonight?" she repeated. "About the formal, I 
mean."

I shook my head. "Why?"

"You brood when you're upset about something. Did you and Gina 
have a fight?"

"No, it's nothing like that," I said. "I haven't even _seen_ Gina 
in a week. She's been busy with school, or her sorority, or 
volunteering at the hospital, or... _something_. I guess I've been 
busy too, but still...."

"Then what're you upset about? Do you want to talk about it?"

I quickly explained about Rod and Calculus.

"Yeah, that'd make me angry too," she said. "That's just wrong."

"But there's nothing I can really do," I said, "short of making a 
big deal about it, and I'm _not_ a snitch."

She nodded in understanding. She'd grown up with older brothers, 
so she undoubtedly knew about unwritten codes among guys.

"It just bugs me is all," I said.

"But if there's nothing you can do about it...."

"Yeah," I said, agreeing with her unspoken advice, "let it go."

"C'mon," she said. "I've got macadamia nuts, granola, carrots, 
and celery for us. Well, the celery's for me, but you can have 
some if you want."

"I'll pass," I said.

"I thought you would, but I'm gonna keep trying. Anyway, I wanted 
to work on my sculpture, if you don't mind. So let's go somewhere 
I can get your clothes off," she added, flashing me her bright, 
irrepressible grin. "Well, your shirt, at least. And then when I 
finish this sculpture, I think I'm going to use it in my mold-
making class.

"We're learning about the lost-wax method," she continued, 
unabated, "and I think you'd make an excellent bronze, if you 
don't mind me saying so. For my next sculpture, though, I think I 
want to do something a bit less realistic, but still not 
abstract. I mean, I can do nudes all day long, but I have trouble 
with geometric shapes. Not that I don't like sculpting nudes, I 
do, but I've got to be well-rounded if I want to succeed as an 
artist. Critics are fond of abstract these days, and I'm not one 
to cater to the critics, but...."

I smiled and hefted my backpack, happy to listen to her talk.

-----

After wrestling practice, I headed to meet Gina. She was waiting 
for me in the Carrick breezeway. Her dark eyes lit up when she 
saw me, and she stood on tiptoe to give me a kiss.

"Did you remember to get your tux?" she asked.

"Yep. It's upstairs. I've already packed a bag and I'm more or 
less ready to go. I want to take a quick shower first, though, if 
you don't mind." For emphasis I plucked at the sweaty shirt under 
my warm-up jacket.

"No problem, pitter-pat man," she said.

With that, I reached for her familiar overnight bag while she 
protectively carried the hanging bag with her dress.

Upstairs, I stripped off my workout clothes and jumped into the 
shower. A minute later, however, the phone rang.

"Do you want me to get it?" Gina called over the noise of the 
shower.

"If you don't mind."

I could hear her talking, but I couldn't make out the 
conversation, short as it was.

"Who was it?" I asked when she hung up.

"Felicia," she said.

My skin prickled and I froze mid-lather.

"She didn't leave a message," Gina continued.

What had Felicia said?! A thousand questions ran through my mind, 
all of them with messy answers. I didn't want to say anything, 
though, for fear that Gina would know a lie for what it was. But 
saying nothing would be just as telling, and I--

"I told her you were going out tonight and wouldn't be back till 
tomorrow," Gina said, her voice devoid of suspicion. "I hope that 
was okay. She said she'd try back then."

"O-oh, okay. Thanks."

I couldn't tell if Gina suspected the truth--especially without 
seeing her expression--so I quickly rinsed off. I didn't even 
finish drying off before I thrust the shower curtains aside and 
hurried toward my room, leaving a trail of wet footprints as I 
went.

Gina was sitting at my desk, looking at my Sunsphere sketches.

"Wow," she said as I entered the room, "these're really good."

"Um... thanks."

She turned to face me. With a smile, she crossed her legs and 
smoothed her skirt.

I studied her face for a moment, searching for signs that she was 
angry. She cocked her head to the side in question, so I smiled 
nervously, hoping to put her off.

When she started talking about the dance, I relaxed a bit. But I 
was still on edge, so I hid my nervousness with action; I stuffed 
my toiletry kit into my bag and got dressed. I barely remembered 
to comb my hair and I completely forgot to shave, but Gina didn't 
seem to notice.

"I thought I'd shower and do my hair at the hotel," she said. 
"Even though you've already had a shower, maybe you could join 
me. I might need some help washing my hair," she added, her eyes 
glittering suggestively.

"Um, yeah, that sounds good," I said, even though sex was the 
furthest thing from my mind.

"And you'd better get one of my razors."

I looked at her, my brow beetling with confusion.

"One of my razors," she repeated with mild amusement, pointing at 
my medicine cabinet. "You know, so I can shave."

I still didn't Get It, and my expression advertised the fact.

"Duh, silly," she said with mock exasperation, "so I can _shave_ 
for you. You know, my pubic hair. I realize it's been a while 
since we slept together, but you _do_ still like me to shave, 
right?"

The thought of Gina's smooth, dark vulva pierced my guilt-induced 
confusion. "Oh, jeez, yeah, _now_ I get it. Sorry, I guess I was 
preoccupied." _Don't ask about what!_ "Yeah... a razor... that's a 
good idea." I hurriedly tossed one of her pink disposable razors 
into my bag.

She flashed me a quizzical look, but didn't press the issue, so I 
shouldered my bag and reached for hers. Then I stood, waiting as 
she gathered her dress bag. When she didn't move toward the door, 
I furrowed my brow, worried that she might be suspicious about 
the phone call after all. My eyes flicked toward the door in an 
unspoken suggestion.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Gina asked.

I almost broke down and confessed about Felicia, but I kept my 
mouth shut. Instead, I merely looked at her, my expression as 
blank as I could make it.

"Your tux...," Gina prompted.

"Oh, yeah! Jeez, I don't know where my mind is."

I shifted her overnight bag and reached for the hanging tuxedo 
bag. I grabbed the box with my polished dress shoes almost as an 
afterthought.

"You're _such_ a goof," Gina said, shaking her head in amusement. 
"But you're my goof."

-----

The drive to the hotel took less than ten minutes, but it felt 
like an eternity. By the time we arrived, however, I had 
convinced myself that Gina didn't suspect a thing.

The Hilton was a modern hotel, complete with a computer system 
for guest registration. The manager printed our reservation and I 
signed the form. Then he handed me the key and wished us a 
pleasant stay.

Upstairs, Gina opened the room's curtains and looked out upon the 
city. Knoxville didn't have a large downtown, especially compared 
to Atlanta, but it was nice at night. Well, it was as nice as 
possible with the World's Fair construction site still gaping on 
its periphery.

"It's not the Peachtree," Gina said, nearly echoing my thoughts.

For our high school proms, we had always stayed at the Peachtree 
Plaza, one of the nicer hotels in downtown Atlanta. _It_ had a 
nice view. A really nice view.

"But I suppose it'll have to do," she continued. Then she turned 
to me and her expression brightened. "The dance technically 
starts at seven, but no one will be there before nine. Well, the 
pledges and their dates will be there--they _have_ to be--but 
most of the cool people won't show up till nine or ten. Some 
people are having parties in their rooms, but I told Regan and 
Margot that I'd probably skip them. You know, since it's been a 
while since you and I had some time alone."

I nodded.

"So... we've got a couple of hours to kill."

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, as if I didn't already 
know.

"I was thinking we could make up for lost time."

I felt my dick twitch in response.

"You know, screw each other silly." She giggled, but her eyes 
shone with lust.

"That sounds good to me."

With that, she walked toward me, her eyes never leaving mine. We 
held each other for several quiet minutes, until she tilted her 
head up for a kiss. Instead of heating up, our kiss was lingering 
and passionate, full of promise and comfort and familiarity.

"I believe you mentioned something about a shower," I said when 
we finally pulled apart to catch our breath.

To my surprise, she shook her head. "I want to take a bath 
instead. That's one of the things I miss about living at home."

Hand-in-hand, we headed toward the bathroom. While Gina tested 
the water, I undressed.

"Don't forget my razor," she said.

I waggled my eyebrows at her as she began unbuttoning her blouse. 
I returned a moment later, razor in hand, erection leading the 
way, and she smiled at me.

"Does someone need some attention?" she asked, eyeing my manhood.

I nodded goofily and looked down at my hard-on. "He says 'yes' 
too."

"He does, does he?" she asked, laughing. "Well, we'll just have 
to see what we can do."

"He was thinking about a blowjob."

She arched a dark eyebrow.

I nodded, still grinning like an idiot.

"I think we can arrange that," she said. She stepped into the tub 
and sighed as the hot water swirled around her calves. Then she 
extended her hand in invitation.

The back of the tub was cold on my skin as I settled into the 
water, but it quickly warmed. Gina sat between my legs, her back 
toward me. My erection was trapped between us, but I wasn't in a 
hurry. She sighed again as she rested her arms on my knees. The 
water had risen to her chest, and I took the opportunity to cup 
her breasts.

"Mmmmm, that feels nice," she said. She leaned her head against 
my chest, her lustrous black hair silky against my skin.

We relaxed in the tub for fifteen or twenty minutes. When the 
water began to cool, Gina sat forward and turned on the tap, 
adjusting the temperature. Once she had it warm enough, she 
flipped the drain lever to keep the water level constant. After 
several minutes, the tub was steaming hot again, so she closed 
the drain, turned off the tap, and sat back.

"I just want to relax for a while," she said. "Do you mind?"

"Nope." In reality, I was sinfully comfortable. My erection had 
softened to the point where it was no longer a throbbing 
distraction, and I was enjoying the feel of Gina's body against 
mine.

We lapsed into companionable silence again. After several 
minutes, I let my hands idly roam over her water-slick skin. She 
sat forward just enough to snake a hand behind her, where she 
captured my dick and squeezed it gently. Then she turned her head 
and tilted it up for a kiss.

Our kisses heated as the water cooled, and by the time we needed 
to re-warm the bath, Gina had turned and was stroking my 
erection, her eyes smoldering with desire.

"Do you want me to shave _you?_" she asked, her eyebrows arched 
in challenge. She cupped my balls for emphasis.

I nodded.

Unfortunately, I had left the razor and shaving cream on the 
counter. Gina rolled her eyes, but quickly retrieved them. Then 
she turned and opened the drain, lowering the water level. When 
it was low enough, she grinned at me.

With that, she gently spread shaving cream over my cock and 
balls. Neither of us liked the completely shaved look for me, so 
she made sure to leave a patch of hair above my dick. Then she 
began running the razor along my skin, taking care not to nick 
me. When she finished, my balls and the base of my cock were 
smooth and tingling.

"There," she said, admiring her handiwork. My dick was rock hard, 
so she stroked it for a moment, her eyes glittering with 
anticipation. "Now, do you want to do me?"

I eagerly nodded as she handed over the razor. With a little 
contortion on her part, she was able to situate her hips in my 
lap, her legs spread around me.

I took my time shaving her, taking care to remove any trace of 
hair or stubble. When I was done, she ran her hand over her 
smooth mons. With a sly grin, she eased her hips back, and my 
hard-on sprang up.

"Oh, my," she said theatrically, "what do we have here?" With 
that, she gripped my shaft firmly and aimed it at her hairless 
sex.

Fascinated, I watched her rub the bulbous glans along her dark 
slit. Then she set the tip at her opening and eased toward me. I 
watched, enthralled, as her dark vulva spread to accommodate my 
lighter shaft. When her hips met mine, she glanced up and 
moistened her lips in anticipation.

We rocked against each other, my cock sliding in and out of her 
slick recess. Since she was holding herself up on the sides of 
the tub, her arms eventually got tired. With a guilty smile, she 
pulled back and my cock bobbed free.

When she stood and turned on the tap, I took the opportunity to 
tease her pussy from behind, my fingers caressing the slippery 
pearl of her clit. Then, still facing away from me, she got down 
on her hands and knees, her round ass aimed at my manhood. Her 
hand appeared from between her legs and she quickly found my 
cock. Her velvety pussy surrounded me with heat and moisture as 
she sat back.

I put my hands on her flanks as she rocked back and forth, 
impaled on my erection. The soapy water sloshed around us, adding 
to the sounds of our sex. Each time she backed onto my length, 
she rocked her hips. The crown of my cock was hitting her G-spot, 
and she began to mewl with pleasure. Before she reached her 
climax, however, she pulled off me again and looked over her 
shoulder.

"Come in my mouth," she said simply.

I stood, splashing water onto the floor in my fervor.

She chuckled, but quickly knelt at my feet. When she captured the 
tip of my dick, I groaned. Her smooth, strong lips caressed me as 
her tongue flicked against the underside of my glans. I held her 
head and began fucking her mouth. She reached between her legs 
and played with her freshly shaved pussy.

I came before she did, but she wasn't far behind. As I flooded 
her mouth, she stiffened and her fingers went into overdrive. 
When my spurts gushed to a stop, she let my dick slip from her 
lips. Still hard, it rubbed against her cheek as she worked 
herself toward orgasm.

I watched her face contort in ecstasy until she finally groaned 
and let out a soft cry. She cried out again as her orgasm 
assaulted her. Her cries rose in volume until she abruptly went 
silent, panting from the aftershocks coursing through her body. 
Then she sagged onto her heels, her hand motionless between her 
legs.

"God, I miss that," she said softly.

-----

"Do you want to order room service?" Gina asked. "I haven't had 
anything to eat since breakfast, and I'm starving. Besides," she 
added, reaching into her overnight bag, "I don't want to drink on 
an empty stomach." She held up a bottle of rum and grinned. "I 
thought we could get a nice buzz before going to the dance."

I grinned in agreement. "Do you have any Cokes in there too?"

"No, silly, we need to order them from room service."

Thirty minutes later, a waiter delivered a tray of food, along 
with a six-pack of Cokes.

"You don't mind that we're not at a fancy restaurant?" Gina asked 
as she lifted the cover from her dinner.

I shook my head and surveyed my own plate. The room service bill 
alone was enough to wipe out half of my bank account, but I 
reasoned that Gina didn't have formal dances every week. Besides, 
Jessica's father was paying for the room itself, so I didn't have 
that expense to deal with.

"Thank Mr. Roedeffer for me," I said. "For the room, I mean. I'm 
having to watch my budget."

"With tuition, books, and sorority dues, my parents put me on a 
budget too."

"_Christmas_ cleaned out my bank account," I said. "But it was 
worth it."

"My earrings and necklace are beautiful," she said by way of 
thanks. "I picked out a dress to match the emeralds. Oh, Paul, 
it's so beautiful. And I think I look good in it, if I do say so 
myself."

I grinned. "I can't wait to see."

"What? You don't like me like this?" she asked, gesturing at her 
body. Like me, she had slipped out of her bathrobe after the 
waiter left.

"'Course I like you like that," I said. Then I smiled roguishly. 
"But if you don't wear your dress, I won't have the pleasure of 
charming you out of it."

"Ha! You just want to get me liquored up and take advantage of 
me."

"Actually, I was planning to take advantage of you _before_ I got 
you liquored up."

She arched an eyebrow in challenge.

I play-lunged at her.

She squealed and jumped back, but I easily caught her. When I 
pinned her to the bed with my body, she wrapped her legs around 
me. I reacted predictably, my erection bumping her inner thigh. 
As we kissed, she reached down and guided my shaft to her 
opening. I eased into her, the warm wetness of her pussy sending 
a surge of pleasure through my loins.

We made love slowly, our lips locked together and our bodies 
pressed against one another. It felt so good that I reached the 
point of no return a lot sooner than I thought I would.

Gina sensed my impending orgasm. "Don't come inside me," she 
whispered. "Come in my mouth."

I withdrew from her pussy and straddled her chest. She wrapped 
her fingers around my slick manhood and then sucked the tip.

"Oh, God," she groaned, "I love the taste of us together." She 
groaned again as I flooded her mouth, and continued sucking 
gently until my orgasm subsided.

I let her suck me for a few more minutes, until I was too soft to 
continue. After years of experience with her moods, I could sense 
that she didn't need to get off, so I rolled to the bed beside 
her. She snuggled against my side and idly ran a finger over my 
chest.

"Why didn't you want me to come inside you?" I asked a minute 
later.

She answered immediately: "Because I don't want to wear panties 
with my dress, and I don't want your come running down my leg at 
an inopportune moment. Besides, why let all that tasty semen go 
to waste?" She raised her head and grinned down at me. "Now, I'd 
love to snuggle and all, but I'm still hungry. Semen makes a 
wonderful meal," she said, grinning in satisfaction, "but it's 
not very filling."

I laughed.

"Unfortunately, I think our dinner's probably cold by now."

I grimaced in apology.

"Don't worry about it," she said, caressing my face. "You're more 
important than food." Her eyes grew soft and round. "You're more 
important than _oxygen_."

I felt a rush of love and pressed her hand to my cheek. Then I 
kissed her palm. "So are you," I said, my voice tight with 
emotion.

-----

Gina and I had years of experience getting ready together, and we 
did it with practiced ease. After a quick shower, we moved 
smoothly around each other in front of the bathroom mirror. When 
I was done, I playfully swatted her bare ass and headed to fetch 
my tuxedo. She emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, her 
raven hair in curlers.

I paused to watch her shimmy into her dress. The halter-style 
bodice had a teardrop opening between her breasts, exposing their 
inner curves. The fabric accentuated their shape--lifting without 
concealing--and the sides ended a few inches from her nipples. 
The dress was completely backless, and when she saw me watching, 
she posed for me.

"I could wear panties," she said, smoothing the dress over her 
hips, "since the fabric doesn't show lines, but it's so much 
sexier knowing I'm _not_ wearing them, isn't it?"

I nodded enthusiastically.

"You're such a goof," she said, rolling her eyes affectionately. 
"Let me brush out my hair and I'll be ready. A few minutes, 
okay?"

I nodded again. "Do you want me to fix us another rum and Coke?"

"That sounds good," she said as she disappeared into the 
bathroom.

Ten minutes later, we downed the last of our drinks.

"I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I said. When she nodded, 
I pocketed the room key and we headed out.

On the elevator, I took a deep, calming breath. I wasn't 
particularly looking forward to seeing Rod, Neil, or Hayley, but 
I could control my emotions for one night. Fortunately, I already 
had a good buzz, so I wasn't feeling very confrontational.

Downstairs, a large banner hung over the ballroom's entrance: _An 
Affair to Remember, Chi Omega & Alpha Tau Omega Winter Formal_. 
Inside the ballroom itself, colored bunting hung from the 
ceiling, radiating from the chandeliers to the edges of the room; 
red and yellow on one side, blue and gold on the other.

"Cardinal and Straw are the Chi O colors," Gina explained.

_Not "red" and "yellow,"_ I admonished myself wryly, _it's 
"cardinal" and "straw."_ Then I silently chuckled at the 
sorority's pretentiousness. When Gina pointed to the centerpiece 
decorations on each of the tables, I schooled my expression and 
paid attention.

"White carnations are the Chi O flower," she said, "and the owl 
is our mascot."

"For Athena, right?"

"Exactly!" She discreetly pointed to other couples in the room. 
"The pledges have to wear red dresses, with a white carnation 
corsage." A giggle: "They also have to wear these funny Chi O 
granny-panties."

"Chi O _panties?_"

She nodded. "They're actually cute, in a granny-panty sort of 
way. I'll show you sometime. I had to wear 'em when I was a 
pledge."

"You did? I don't remember them."

"You didn't _see_ me that often when I was pledging," she said 
without recrimination. "Besides, we only had to wear them for 
mixers and parties, and you didn't come to any of those."

"I guess that's because I wasn't in_vited_," I said, testiness 
running roughshod over my buzz.

She soothed me with a gesture. "I know. I'm sorry. Most of them 
were Greek-only anyway. And since I was a pledge, I had to do all 
sorts of stupid things, so I don't think you'd've had much fun." 
She smiled, a little sadly. Then she pasted on a happier smile 
and indicated several of the girls in the red dresses, pledges. 
"I just thought you'd think it was funny that all those girls are 
wearing goofy panties."

I shrugged.

"I heard that the ATO pledges have to wear their underwear 
backwards."

"That sounds uncomfortable."

She nodded.

"Gina!" a girl called from behind us.

I turned. It was Regan.

And _Rod_.

Gina greeted her friend, who was wearing a clingy gold dress. Rod 
smirked and made a show of not shaking my proffered hand. Regan 
frowned at his pettiness.

"Nice tux," he said, ignoring her. "Where'd you rent it?"

I started to answer, but bit off my reply. He was baiting me--
_his_ tuxedo definitely wasn't a rental, and the question was his 
way of rubbing my nose in his wealth.

Regan rolled her eyes and glared at him. After a moment she shook 
her head in reproof and turned Gina toward a group of other 
girls.

Rod and I followed.

Neither of us spoke.

-----

Except for Gina and a few of her sorority sisters--and Rod and 
Neil, of course--I didn't know a single person at the dance. 
Unfortunately, Gina spent the first hour with Regan, Margot, and 
several other girls. The other girls' boyfriends were also 
Greeks, although they weren't nearly as irritating as Rod and 
Neil.

"Let's have our picture made," Regan said at last. She was the 
undisputed ringleader of her little circle of friends, and 
everyone else nodded. "But first, let's freshen our makeup."

With that, the gaggle of girls headed toward the restroom. Rod 
and Neil pointedly ignored me, which suited me fine. When the 
girls returned, Gina flashed her eyes at me and then smiled.

"Are you ready for your close-up, pitter-pat man?" she asked, her 
body pressed against mine. Then she sniffed and delicately dabbed 
at her nose. When that didn't work, she sniffed again, harder.

"Are you okay?" I asked, worried that she might be coming down 
with a cold. (If she felt sick, we could leave the dance early, 
and I wouldn't have to deal with Rod and Neil.)

"What? _Why?_"

"You sniffled," I said. "You're not coming down with a cold or 
something, are you?" I tried not to sound hopeful, and felt bad 
for having to make the effort.

"I'm fine," she said, shaking her head. Then she had to sniff 
again and her eyes darted side-to-side quickly. "There were some 
fresh-cut flowers in the ladies' room. It must be those."

Regan tugged us toward the photographer's line, cutting off any 
further explanation. After standing in line for thirty minutes, 
we reached the photographer himself. He took a series of 
pictures: our entire group, the girls by themselves, and then 
individual couples.

The girls were in high spirits and seemed to be having fun. To my 
surprise, the next two hours passed quickly. Gina and I had 
several more drinks, but while I was beginning to feel their 
effect, she seemed as sober as ever.

"C'mon, Paul," she urged, "I love Hall and Oates. Let's dance 
some more."

She was so full of energy that I didn't have the heart to 
decline. I'm not the best dancer in the world, but I didn't make 
a fool of myself either.

When the DJ played Journey's "Open Arms," I was happy to quit 
flailing my arms and hopping around like an idiot. I pulled Gina 
close, and she gazed up at me with That Look in her eye. She'd 
been playful and horny all night, and I felt my dick stir in 
response to her smoldering expression.

"I'm looking forward to spending the night with you," she said. 
"It'll be just like old times."

I pulled her closer still and enjoyed the feeling of her body 
against mine as I rested my cheek on the top of her head.

Unfortunately, Regan and Margot pulled Gina toward the restroom 
after the song finished.

"I guess women just have smaller bladders," I said to one of the 
guys whose date had just left with Gina and the other girls. He 
and his date had arrived late, and were recent additions to 
Regan's coterie. He was a Pike, but he seemed nice enough. "I'm 
Paul," I said, holding out my hand.

"Rusty," he said, shaking my hand. We exchanged a few 
pleasantries and then he looked around to make sure no one was 
paying attention to us. "You're the guy who broke Neil's hand, 
right?"

I felt my expression harden.

"Hey, take it easy. I don't like Neil either. He's Rod's lapdog, 
and he's a spineless twit."

My eyes widened in shock. "But you're a Pike...."

"Man, don't lump me in with them just because I wear the same 
letters." He looked around again, his eyes locking on Rod and 
Neil, who were twenty feet away.

They might have been on the other side of the room for all their 
chances of hearing us over the music.

"Rod's a spoiled rich brat," Rusty continued, "and he gives the 
rest of us a bad name. Him and his trust fund cronies. But that's 
not what I wanted to tell you. You need to watch your back, man. 
Rod and some of the other guys are planning something tonight. I 
don't know what, but if I know Rod, it'll be nasty." He shrugged, 
almost indifferently, but then continued. "You seem like a nice 
guy. And after Rod tried to blackball Gina--"

"Rod tried to _what?_"

"Didn't you know?"

I shook my head. Then I automatically suppressed my peevish 
reaction to the news, since Gina hadn't seen fit to share it with 
me herself.

Surprisingly, Rusty chuckled. "I don't know who told Regan about 
it, but since she's a legacy, she has a lot of friends. Not to 
mention influence, even as a pledge. So she jerked his leash," he 
said, smiling at the memory. "She told him to keep his nose out 
of sorority business... unless he wanted to have an operation so he 
could _join_ the sorority."

"Ha!"

Rusty silently agreed, still smiling. "Gina seems like a nice 
girl, and Rod didn't have any cause to try to blackball her." He 
looked like he wanted to say something else, but he didn't. "If 
he's got a problem, it's with you, and you look like you can hold 
your own. But don't let him catch you alone. Rod _won't_ be 
alone, and I don't think you'll like whatever he's planning to 
do."

I nodded gravely.

"And if it comes to it, I didn't tell you a thing. I might not 
like Rod, but he can still make my life a living hell. You got 
that?"

"Yeah. And thanks."

"Don't mention it." After another look to see who might overhear, 
he discreetly brushed his nose. "You seem like a cool guy... d'you 
wanna do a line?"

I might've been a little slow on the uptake, but I _wasn't_ an 
idiot: he was talking about cocaine.

Rusty shrugged when I didn't answer immediately. "Rod may be an 
asshole, but he's got the best blow around. So... do you want a 
snort?"

"No thanks," I said, still a bit flabbergasted.

"All right, man. The girls are coming back anyway. Watch out for 
Rod, and remember what I said--we didn't have this conversation."

I nodded. When he turned to face the returning girls, his 
demeanor changed completely, and he seemed to distance himself 
from me.

Gina nearly crashed into me. "Hey!" she exclaimed, smiling and 
boisterous.

"Hey yourself," I said, a bit bewildered at her newfound energy. 
All of a sudden, a thought occurred to me: was Gina--

"Ooh, the Go-Go's!" she cried. "I love this song. C'mon, Paul, 
let's dance. _Please._"

I scrutinized Gina as she dragged me onto the dance floor. She 
turned and started dancing, her eyes aglow. I was feeling the 
effects of all the alcohol I'd drunk, but she seemed fine. I also 
wondered at her trips to the bathroom with Regan and friends. My 
mind raced, and I barely listened as we danced to songs from Soft 
Cell and A Flock of Seagulls.

Several songs later, I convinced myself that Gina had been 
drinking a lot, but her drinks probably hadn't been as strong as 
mine. That explained why she wasn't drunk, as well as her more-
frequent trips to the ladies' room. And since she and her friends 
tended to go to the bathroom in groups, she'd probably gone just 
to keep the others company.

By the time the DJ switched from New Wave to disco, I decided 
that Gina had too much ambition to screw up her life with drugs. 
She might have _tried_ cocaine--Kendall had, after all--but I had 
a logical explanation for all of her behavior.

So when the first strains of Chic, "Le Freak," sizzled over the 
dance floor, I extinguished my lingering suspicions and decided 
to take a break. I tried to get Gina to join me, but she simply 
gave me a kiss and gently propelled me toward the edge of the 
dance floor. As I looked back, she joined Regan and Margot, who 
were dancing with a group of their friends.

-----

"Can I have the room key?" Gina asked a little later.

I automatically fished it out of my pocket. "What's up?"

"Regan and I are heading upstairs for a few minutes," she said 
smoothly, "and I wanted to check my makeup. We'll be back in a 
few minutes."

She blew me a kiss and rejoined Regan. I headed toward the bar, 
where I decided that I'd already had enough alcohol; I ordered a 
Coke instead.

I enjoyed a bubble of solitude for a few minutes, until a group 
of ATO guys clustered around the bar. Their dates were on the 
dance floor, laughing at their own antics as they did disco 
dances like the Rollercoaster and the Bump (the DJ was 
encouraging them by playing the Trammps, "Disco Inferno").

"Your girlfriend is the Chi O in the green dress?" one of the 
ATOs said to me.

I nodded.

"She's not black, is she?" His tone was curious, rather than 
disapproving.

"She's half Indian," I explained.

"Indian? Like Gandhi?"

I nodded.

"No offense, man, but she's really hot."

"Um... thanks."

"You're not a Pike, are you?" he asked.

"God, no!"

That seemed to break the ice, much to our shared amusement, and 
we struck up a conversation. One of the other ATOs even 
recognized me.

"You're in my English class," he said.

He looked vaguely familiar, but...

"I sit in the back row, dude," he explained.

"Oh, yeah, now I remember!"

After a round of introductions, he began to regale his fraternity 
brothers with tales of Professor Feller's more outrageous hippy 
moments. I nodded and played the straight man, interjecting 
comments when the guys looked to me for confirmation. The stories 
were a little embellished, but only a _little_, and the other 
guys were soon in tears with laughter.

When the DJ announced his final song of the evening, I looked up 
in surprise. Then I glanced at my watch; it was two o'clock and 
Gina had been gone for more than half an hour.

I took my leave of the ATOs and went looking for her. She was 
nowhere to be found. Neither were Regan and Margot, or Rod and 
Neil for that matter. Finally, I spotted Jessica and her 
boyfriend.

"Hey, Jess," I said, "sorry to interrupt, but have you seen 
Gina?"

"She an' Regan headed upstairs a while ago," Jessica said, 
obviously drunk. "Probably t' powder their noses, if you know 
what I mean."

Jessica's boyfriend, the Beta, frowned.

"Oh, honey, 's not so bad," she chided him. "You should try it 
sometime. Maybe it'd loosen you up. I know I could _def'nitely_ 
stand some loosening up."

The Beta's frown turned into a scowl.

"I could also stand to get _laid_," Jessica mumbled sullenly.

I took that as my cue and beat a hasty retreat.

I got all the way to our floor before I realized that I'd given 
the room key to Gina. When I knocked on the door, no one 
answered. A minute later, I knocked again, harder. Frustrated, I 
headed down to the lobby.

At the front desk, I asked the night manager for a spare room 
key. I had to explain why I needed one, but with so many drunk 
college students staying at the hotel, I probably wasn't the 
first to make the request. After he checked the computer, he 
verified my ID and gave me a key.

Upstairs, I paused at the door--I could hear music from within. 
Ten minutes earlier, it had been silent. I opened the door 
quietly. Inside, music blared from the TV, and the lights were 
off. The flashing video on MTV was the room's only illumination, 
a strobe of images casting eerie patterns on the walls.

For a moment I stood there in confusion, my eyes adjusting. Then 
I noticed Gina's dress on the floor by the bed. It lay atop 
_another_ dress, and when the music video flashed to a bright 
scene, I caught a glint of gold fabric.

_Regan! "Powder their noses," my ass, _I thought._ They probably 
came up here to fool around._

As if to confirm my suspicions, I heard one of them moan. When I 
peeked around the entryway corner, they were on the bed in a 
sixty-nine, with Regan on top. The two girls were too busy to 
notice me, and with MTV blaring, they hadn't heard me enter.

The TV lit the room with another bright scene and I noticed a 
_third_ outfit, draped neatly on the dresser. I peered at it for 
a moment--it looked like a suit coat. I started to take a closer 
look, but nearly jumped out of my skin when the bathroom door 
opened behind me.

_Rod!_ I thought venomously._ I'm going to _kill_ him. First, he 
fucks Gina in Vermont, and now he's got the balls to fuck her in 
my own hotel room?!_

I whirled and collided with an erection. The guy jumped back as 
quickly as I did. With a surge of adrenaline, I automatically 
dropped into a wrestler's crouch, ready to spring.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Brother... um...."

The voice didn't sound like Rod. As a matter of fact, it sounded 
like--

At another bright scene I got my first good look at the person in 
front of me: it was a girl! _Definitely_ a girl--a nude girl--
with blonde hair, a slender build... and Regan's strap-on dildo.

"Who're _you?_" I asked brusquely.

"Leslie," she said, her head almost bowed. "Uh... _Pledge_ Leslie. 
I'm sorry," she continued, uncertainly, "I didn't recognize you... 
uh... Brother...?"

"Paul," I said automatically.

"I'm sorry, Brother Paul," she said.

_Brother Paul? What the...?_

"I didn't hear you come in," she continued. Then she looked up, 
as if she suddenly remembered something. Her expression turned 
pensive. "Am I supposed to... uh... service you?"

I was confused, certainly, but not _that_ confused, and I quickly 
figured out what she meant. Worse, it sounded like a sorority 
ritual or something. That didn't bode well for Gina's 
protestations of innocence regarding the Vermont trip.

Instead of correcting Leslie's mistake, I paused, my thoughts 
frenzied with anger.

I was angry with Gina for abandoning me at the dance. Not 
surprisingly, I dredged up the memory of the _first_ time she and 
Regan deserted me, after the trip to the sex shop. Then, I had 
expected to have a threesome with the two girls, only to find 
Regan demanding that "Pledge Gina" choose between us.

Rusty's earlier offer of cocaine also made me angry. _As if he 
thought I was a druggie like Hayley!_ Worse, the thought of 
cocaine quickly reminded me of Felicia, which brought back my own 
guilt. I suppressed it by getting angry--angri_er_--with Gina in 
particular, and her sorority in general.

Dark thoughts about the Chi Os inevitably led me to Kendall, 
Hayley, and Big Mistake Night. Big Mistake Guy himself might even 
have been downstairs in the ballroom, unbeknownst to me.

In the blink of an eye, my thoughts returned to Gina, and my face 
heated with another wave of anger: I still wasn't convinced that 
she had told me the truth about Vermont, and my doubts had been 
festering for weeks.

Finally, my growing fury settled on Rod. If he was planning to do 
something to me, I silently vowed to do something to him first. 
That "something" was sex with _his_ girlfriend. I even had a 
momentary vision of her breaking up with him, since I could get 
her off better than _he_ ever did.

"Uh... am I supposed to service you now, Brother Paul?" Leslie 
asked again, interrupting my vindictive train of thought.

At a sound from behind me, I remembered the two girls on the bed, 
and my anger redoubled. I thought about the other times Gina had 
chosen the sorority over me. I thought about the fury I'd felt 
when Kendall told me about Big Mistake Night. I thought about my 
simmering rage at Rod's jeers and insults.

I gazed at the nude pledge. Somewhere deep within me, the flame 
of decency guttered. Leslie looked up at me, her eyes wide with 
barely suppressed fear. She could see how angry I was, but she 
was obviously following the sorority rules. I mentally scoffed at 
any "rules" that would require her to have sex with me (or anyone 
else, for that matter).

"Brother Paul," she asked timidly, "do you want me to--"

The flame guttered, but didn't snuff out. "No," I said with a 
headshake. My anger was directed at Gina, and Regan, and Rod. I 
wouldn't take it out on a helpless pledge who was obviously 
scared that I'd do just that. _I_ wasn't like Rod. "And take off 
that contraption," I said, pointing to the strap-on.

Leslie breathed a grateful sigh and began unbuckling the straps. 
When she finished, she held her hands in front of herself, hiding 
her sex.

I stepped close to her and she flinched. "Relax," I said. "I'm 
not going to do anything to you. I'm not like _them_."

"_Leslie!_"

We turned at the sound of Regan's voice. Then I frowned in 
contempt; she hadn't even left the bed. Like a feudal lady, she'd 
simply shouted for her maidservant. I motioned for Leslie to keep 
quiet. She looked confused, but obeyed.

"Pledge _Leslie!_ Where the hell are you?!"

"Answer her," I whispered. "Tell her you'll be there in a 
minute."

Leslie did, but then stared at me in alarm as I hastily shed my 
tuxedo. I soothed her with a gesture. Then I looked down at my 
half-hard dick. I spared a quick glance at Leslie's nude figure 
but shut my eyes.

I began stroking myself as I imagined Regan moaning while I 
fucked her from behind. Her imaginary pussy was loose--from all 
the Pikes she'd had sex with, no doubt--but I didn't care. She 
was hot and wet, and I slid into her with ease, each thrust 
making her cry out in ecstasy. When my real-world dick hardened 
completely, I opened my eyes.

Leslie was gawking at my erection. She swallowed hard and looked 
up, her eyes wide with fear.

"Don't worry," I half-whispered, "I'm not going to do anything to 
you. Regan, on the other hand--"

"Leslie," Regan shouted from the bed, "are you coming?!"

"Yes, Sister Regan," the pledge answered automatically.

"Stay here," I commanded.

With that, I rounded on the main part of the room. Gina lowered 
her head from Regan's pussy and looked up at me in surprise. I 
was a looming shadow, backlit by the flashing light from the TV, 
and I must have been an imposing figure. I certainly wasn't the 
pledge she'd been expecting.

I strode toward the bed, my erection leading the way. Then I 
knelt and scooted forward, my hard-on aimed at Regan's pussy. I 
set my cock at her opening and rubbed it through her folds to 
coat it with moisture. Then I smoothly buried it inside her. I 
was bigger than her strap-on, and she groaned at the sudden 
intrusion.

I gripped her hips but then paused a moment to savor the feeling 
of her pussy. She was hot and wet, of course, but tight, too, 
which I hadn't expected. Her inner walls gripped my shaft like a 
glove. I withdrew from her depths and stopped, poised to re-enter 
her.

_She'll never want to have sex with Rod again,_ I thought smugly. 
_Not after she's been fucked by a _real_ man. And for the record, 
Rod, you _buttfucker_, real men don't take it up the ass!_

I grinned savagely and thrust into her. My hips met her ass and 
then I withdrew for another stroke. I pumped into her several 
times, her pussy walls gripping my shaft each time I pulled back.

Suddenly, however, she stiffened. Her blonde hair flew out as she 
whipped her head around. She couldn't make out my face, but I 
could see the snarl of rage on hers.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" she cried. "Get off 
of me, _asshole!_"

Her reaction wasn't what I expected, and it rekindled my anger. 
"I'll get off on you," I spat, purposefully misquoting her. "I'll 
get off all _over_ you."

She tried to get away, but I was too strong. I held on to her 
hips and slammed into her again, jarring her forward. Her head 
whipped around a second time and she snarled incoherently. In a 
burst of fury, she turned to claw at me.

At that point, things happened quickly:

I bellowed in pain as Gina bit my inner thigh--

Regan lunged away from me and whirled, shouting obscenities--

Leslie turned on the lights--

Everyone froze.

A moment later, Gina rolled upright. She and Regan spoke at once: 
"Paul, what're _you_ doing here?" "Who the _hell_ do you think 
you are?"

"What am _I_ doing here?" I answered, choosing to ignore Regan, 
my eyes boring into Gina's. "What're _you_ doing here?"

"How _dare_ you put that thing in me!" Regan fumed.

"Shut the fuck up," I snarled. "Who asked you?"

Her eyes flashed with rage and she tried to lunge at me, but Gina 
restrained her.

"Paul, what're you doing?" Gina asked.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" I replied sarcastically.

Leslie stood mute and very clearly afraid. I spared her a 
momentary glance but just as quickly dismissed her. Before I 
could say anything else, Regan followed my glance.

"How did _he_ get in here?" she asked the pledge.

"Brother Paul? He had a key, and--"

"_Brother_ Paul?" Regan said, incredulous.

Leslie gave her a blank, shocked look.

"He's not a Pike," Regan continued, her tone full of scorn. "He 
couldn't even get into Sigma Chi."

My face heated with a flush of anger, since _Gina_ had been the 
reason I didn't get a bid from the fraternity.

Regan vaulted from the bed and stood defiantly, not even 
bothering to hide her nudity. "Get the hell out of here!"

"It's _my_ room," I said, deadly calm. I casually leered at her 
body but then snorted indifferently. "If you don't want to fuck 
me, then--"

"Fuck _you?!_ I wouldn't fuck you in a million years, not if you 
were the last man on Earth!"

"Then get out!" I shouted.

"Paul, what're you doing?" Gina demanded.

"What's it look like I'm doing? I came up here to get laid. If 
she doesn't want to, then she can leave."

"Come on, Gina," Regan said, "let's get out of here."

With that, she began gathering things from the nightstand. My 
eyes widened in outrage when I realized what she was stuffing 
into her purse: a small mirror, a silver tube, and a vial of 
white powder.

"Is that cocaine?" I asked. The question was _anything_ but 
rhetorical.

"Of course it is, you _idiot_," Regan sneered. "What did you 
_think_ it was?"

Suddenly, my suspicions blazed anew and I came to a staggering 
conclusion: Gina had done coke after all. She still _was_, 
judging by her expression. I gawked at her in disbelief. Then my 
eyes slid to Regan, cold fury returning.

She returned my fierce gaze with one of her own. "Come _on_, 
Gina," she said again. "You too, Leslie. Get dressed. We're 
getting out of here _right now!_" She silently dared me to stop 
her.

"Gina's _not_ leaving," I said.

"You think she wants to stay here with _you?_" Regan demanded. 
"She knows you don't love her! You never have, you... _asshole!_"

"And what would _you_ know about it?" I asked, disbelief mixed 
with anger. "Of course I love her."

"How _can_ you... when you've got another girlfriend?"

I blinked in shock.

Surprised, Gina turned to her friend. "Regan... no."

"No, I won't stop, Gina," Regan said. "Not this time. I'm tired 
of him treating you like crap. He doesn't deserve you. If he 
really loves you, then why's he fucking another girl? Huh?" She 
rounded on me, furious. "And your 'second girlfriend' is a real 
great choice, Romeo. She's fucked half the Pikes. Did you know 
that? Huh? Did you?!"

"Regan, _stop it_," Gina said.

"Get out of here," I shouted at Regan, fresh fury erupting at the 
thought of Kendall and the Pikes.

"Oh, yeah, that's right," Regan taunted. "I bet she didn't tell 
you about that, did she? Did she tell you how much she loved it? 
Did she tell you how she begged them to fuck her in front of an 
audience?"

Gina reached for her friend. "Regan, please... don't."

"No," Regan said, angrily shrugging off Gina's hand, "he should 
know what his _other_ girlfriend is like." She turned to me 
again, her face twisted with resentment. "You treat Gina like 
crap and spend all your time with that trailer trash whore?! 
You're a lousy asshole!"

"Get out of my room," I said, my voice soft and dangerous. It was 
all I could do to keep from slapping her across the room. My 
father's lifelong admonition--_Never hit a lady, son_--was the 
only thing that saved her. Still, I practically trembled with 
rage and the desire to backhand her.

Gina knew me better than Regan, and she recognized the signs of 
my impending explosion. "I'll be fine," she said to her friend. 
"Just go."

"But he doesn't _love_ you," Regan pleaded earnestly.

"Yes, he does," Gina said.

Her calm words eased the tension in the room, but the air still 
crackled with energy, ready to be unleashed--violently--at the 
slightest provocation.

"I'll call you tomorrow," Gina said to her friend. "Really, I'll 
be fine. Paul won't hurt me. Will you, Paul?"

I ignored her and turned to Regan. "Get... the... _fuck_... out of my 
room."

Undaunted, she returned my furious look with one of her own.

We must have been an amusing sight, wearing nothing but 
expressions that would've peeled paint. I was anything but 
amused, however.

"Come with me, Gina," Regan said, making one last plea. "I'll 
find Rod... he'll protect us. You won't have to deal with this 
asshole again. You don't need him. You're too _good_ for him."

I clenched my fists and leaned forward, as if to take a step.

"If you lay _one finger_ on me," Regan threatened, "you're dead. 
Do you hear me? _Dead!_"

"Yeah, well," I said, "you're a lousy lay anyway."

Her eyes flashed with renewed anger. "I can't _believe_ you stuck 
that... that _thing_ in me," she fumed, gesturing contemptuously at 
my now-flaccid dick. "Rod's gonna kill you when he finds out."

"Why?" I asked as mildly as I could. "He fucked _my_ girlfriend, 
so I returned the favor." I decided to twist the knife. "Although 
I'm sure he enjoyed it more than I did."

Gina rounded on me, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"Besides," I continued, "I'm not afraid of Rod. I could kick his 
ass any day of the week and twice on Sunday. And if he thinks I'm 
scared of his friends, then he'd better think again."

"Let's _go_, Gina," Regan said. "You don't need this asshole."

"She's not going with you," I said to her. "Now _leave_."

"I'll be fine, Regan," Gina said, her reasonable tone marred by 
suppressed anger. "Paul and I need to discuss a few things." She 
glanced at me sidelong, her expression hard.

"I don't trust him," Regan said.

"I'll be fine," Gina repeated.

Regan glared at me one more time before warily looking away to 
find her discarded dress and shoes. "C'mon, Leslie," she said, 
"let's get out of here."

"Yes, Sister Regan," Leslie said.

"You don't have to call me 'Sister,'" Regan said, almost gently. 
"Just get your dress and let's go."

Surprisingly, Leslie's dress was hidden within the folds of the 
suit jacket on the dresser. She donned both garments, looking a 
little silly in the too-large tuxedo jacket.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Regan asked Gina one final time. 
Then she glared at me.

"Just get the fuck out," I said with impatient derision.

"I'll be fine," Gina assured her. "I'll call you tomorrow."

"I still don't like this," Regan muttered.

Gina ushered them to the door. After a few quiet assurances, she 
closed it behind them. Then she turned, her eyes hard as agates. 
Even nude, she was an imposing sight.

"What?" I asked defensively.

Deceptively calm, she asked, "Where would you like to start?"

"Let's start with what you were doing up here in the first 
place," I said, seizing the initiative. "Or would you like to 
start with the cocaine?"

That took her aback.

"I can't believe how blind I've been!" I cursed myself. "Your 
sudden energy? The horniness? All those mornings when you had a 
stuffed up nose? What's it called... 'coke nose'? Did you think I 
wouldn't notice?"

"You didn't notice till now!" she shot back.

"And that's supposed to make _me_ look bad? Okay, so I'm a little 
slow on the uptake, but at least I'm not a drug addict!"

"I'm _not_ a drug addict!"

"Then what do you call it?" I asked contemptuously.

"You wouldn't know a _thing_ about it." She crossed her arms 
beneath her breasts and set her jaw, her eyes defiant.

"And another thing," I said, plowing over her answer, "I know you 
fucked Rod in Vermont."

"I did not, Paul. How many times do I have to tell you before you 
get it through your thick skull? I... did... not... screw... _Rod!_ Do
I 
need to use smaller words? I didn't screw _any_ guy on that trip. 
I was faithful. Unlike _you!_"

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Who's Felicia?" she asked in a scathing tone.

It was my turn to stand speechless.

"Hmmmm?" she pressed, almost sweetly.

"She's... um... she's in my English class."

"Sure she is. Then why do you have her phone number... in 
_Atlanta?_"

"What? How do you--" I shut my mouth with a clomp.

"How do I know that? I saw her phone number on your drawings, 
that's how! It was right there on top, even. And I'm not an 
idiot, Paul. I heard how you reacted when I mentioned her. You 
were scared. Did you screw her? Is that who you were with when my 
mom had to come to your house, that night?"

"Who told you--?"

"Did you think I wouldn't know?" she asked, her eyes brimming 
with tears of anger. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

"But you and Rod...," I stammered weakly.

"I didn't do _anything_ with Rod," she said. "Ask Regan. Ask 
Jess. Ask _anyone_. But you! You screwed Felicia, didn't you? 
Never mind, I can see it in your eyes."

I started to deny it, but I was sick of lying. "Fine," I said at 
last. "So I fucked her. So what?"

"'So what?' Paul, doesn't our relationship mean _anything_ to 
you? I trusted you. I even let Kendall--"

"Don't bring Kendall into this," I snapped. "She's got nothing to 
do with this."

"She doesn't?" Gina asked, her anger turning to disbelief and 
regret. "She's got everything to do with this."

"I know what that Pike did to her," I suddenly blurted, anger 
driving me to change the subject again.

"I know what they did too," Gina said softly, sadly. "And I'm 
sorry you had to find out about it. Regan promised she wouldn't 
say anything to you. What they did to Kendall was _wrong_, and 
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for Kendall's sake."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"If Kendall didn't tell you, then it wasn't _my_ place to do it. 
Besides, I didn't want you to treat her any differently because 
of it. What happened to her was horrible, but telling you 
wouldn't've done anything but make you angry."

"That wasn't really your choice to make, now was it," I bit off.

"No, it wasn't. It was _Kendall's_. And if nothing else, I 
respect her enough to leave it up to her. That's why I made Regan 
promise never to tell you. She wanted to, you know. To get you to 
break up with Kendall so you'd spend more time with me. But I 
wouldn't let her."

I worked my jaw soundlessly. Then I clenched it. I didn't want to 
feel sympathy for Gina; I was supposed to be _angry_ with her. 
"But what's that have to do with you and cocaine?" I asked, 
deflecting the conversation yet again.

"Nothing," she said simply. "But you wouldn't understand about 
_that_ either. You're not a part of my life anymore... not really." 
She sighed. "You don't know what it's like for me. You never 
did."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She stood silently for several agonizing moments, her head bowed, 
her shoulders stooped. "I... I'm sorry, Paul, but...." She paused. "I 
think you should go."

I blinked in shock.

"I'm sorry."

"But...?"

She shook her head. "Don't make this any harder than it already 
is. You should go." She looked up at me and wiped her eyes in 
fierce determination not to shed any more tears.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said, my voice flinty. "We're going 
to stay right here. And we're going to sleep together."

"Haven't you had enough sex with unwilling women tonight?" she 
asked, tired and full of disappointment.

I felt my face harden with a flare of rage.

"I guess I hoped we could...," she began, shaking her head in 
regret. "Oh, never mind. It's too late to save our relationship. 
Regan said I shouldn't try." She looked up at me, her eyes full 
of anguish. "But after all the years we've been together, I had 
to give it one more chance."

"What're you talking about?"

"I'm sorry, Paul, but I can't keep living like this. You should 
go."

I clenched my fists in fury. "Fine! I'll go. But if I walk out 
that door, we're through! So think hard--is this _really_ the way 
you want it to end?"

"No, I don't," she said, looking up and losing her battle to hold 
back tears, "but it's the way it is. I can't be with you anymore, 
Paul. And if you won't leave, then I'll go stay with Regan."

She began to gather her things.

"No," I spat in a fit of pique, "I'll go. I won't stay where I'm 
not wanted."

In a silent fury, I got dressed in my street clothes and angrily 
stuffed my tuxedo--my _rented_ tuxedo, fuck you very much, Rod--
into its bag. Gina slipped into her robe, but stood mute. I 
looked at her, ready to give her one last chance to ask me to 
stay. She returned my look with teary but resolute eyes.

"I'm leaving," I said.

She bit her lip.

"I mean it... if I walk out that door, we're through."

"I'm sorry," she half-whispered, her voice hoarse.

"Okay, fine! Goodbye, Gina. Goodbye forever."

She swallowed hard, but didn't say a word to stop me.

I stormed toward the door and paused to look at her before I 
opened it.

She wiped her cheeks, her lower lip still tucked between her 
teeth. She looked small and helpless and afraid. "I'll always 
love you, Paul," she said, so softly that I almost didn't hear 
her. "But I can't live like this. Now please... for me... go."

"Fine!" I practically shouted. Then I jerked the door open and 
stormed out. As I marched down the hall, I kept waiting for her 
voice behind me, _"Paul, wait!"_

It never came.

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