Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 14

"What? Oh, hell no!" I snapped. "I had to sit there and take her threats about Heaven with a smile on my face, and then I had to crack a joke about it when I knew she was capable of breaking Heaven's heart. Don't you dare tell me I am not invested in this fight. She comes after me, that's fine, but when she comes after my friend, she must pay."

"I may not have been with you for the past three years but don't you dare tell me I'm not invested in this fight; that's insulting," I growled.

"Zane is right," Christina declared decisively. "We will act normal the rest of the day and tonight, we five will decide what to do next. Yes, Faith, I'm including you. We were once friends, after all." That last bit stung Faith a bitter blow.

Christina took Heaven by the hand and led her out of my room with Faith trailing along. Hope regarded me with narrowed eyes and an icy anger.

"Hope," Chastity intervened, "he trusted you with the right answer. He trusted you with his plans."

"He had us set up Christina ... and Faith," Hope seethed back.

"And if he didn't? Would one of us have hunted Faith down, revealed the traitor? Hope," Chastity explained, "we couldn't do this – turn on one of our own – so we kind of left that burden on Zane, so I don't feel right hating him for trying to keep us safe, again."

Hope stormed out of the room. Chastity gave me a helpless shrug then followed.

"I'm stunned," muttered Iona once they were gone. "We had a traitor in our midst?"

"Zane's not a total idiot," Rio joked.

"I'm stunned too," I stated.

"By what?" Iona asked. "Didn't this go according to your plan, whatever that was?"

"No, I am stunned Rio kept her mouth shut the entire time," I grinned. Rio punched me in the arm. For me, that helped break the unbearable tension I was feeling right then.

"I see your point," Iona smiled shyly. "Ow," Iona peeped, as Rio punched her too.

There was still work to be done and Rio and I only had an hour to spare before heading back to Jill's. It was still wonderful to see freshmen take a look around and seeing 'their' space coming together. I even caught Kinu and company taking pictures of the place.

"This will look nice on your web page," Kinu told me.

"Web page?" I questioned, then pinned Iona in place with a glance. "Please, tell me about my web page."

"It has all your background information, plus tons of photographs and videos of you here on campus as well as you back at your house, or the Kappa Sigma House,"

"Yay me," I cheered sarcastically.

"There's this really nice one of you out in the woods," Kinu gave me a sly grin. "It was really...intriguing how you picked out each sister despite their masks. I can appreciate a man with an eye for detail."

"Thanks, but a little more privacy in my life wouldn't suck," I groaned.

"Cheer up, Zane," Kinu tipped my chin down close to her lips, "you have a fan club."

"I don't pursue women to create a fan base; I do it because women are the best thing in the world, bar none," I told her.

"That is why it is going to be such a pleasure owning you this spring," Kinu smiled. "Now, don't forget that ID." With that, she turned and walked away. Both of the women with her ran their hands across my stomach before following Kinu away.

"Zane, I don't like the sound of that," Iona mumbled. "They treat you like a piece of meat."

"It is his piece of meat they are interested in, those Sorority sluts," Rio snickered.

"Well, I wish I could go to Spring Break so I could look after you," Iona sighed.

"Of course, you and Rio are going with me," I looked amused. "Who else is going to protect me from doing something stupid?"

"Certainly not me," chirped Rio. "Doing-Stupid-Shit is my middle name."

"That explains so much about you," Iona quipped to Rio. "I don't think my parents will let me go anyway."

"Lie to them," Rio responded.

"No, tell them it is a learning experience and that about a dozen girls...and me...will be watching over you," I told her, "Your parents trust you and for good reason."

"Will I be able to spend some time with you while I'm there?" Iona asked me.

"Sure. Let me know what you want to do," I hugged her.

"I hope it is Florida," Iona smiled. "I want to go to Disney World again. It was so much fun the other three times my family went."

"For the love of God!" gasped Rio, "Tranquilize me first." I chuckled, Rio scowled, and we set off to do a little more work before the day was done.

BREAKING DOWN WALLS; MENDING FENCES

It was five minutes until 8:00 in the evening when the doorbell rang. Jill virtually catapulted herself from the chair she'd been fidgeting in and raced to answer it.

"Hunting time," Rio grinned with predatory glee, and I found myself praying that Felicity left wearing something more than a confused, yet dreamy, smile on her face.

Jill welcomed Mrs. Rochelle Wellington, the Mayor's wife, and Felicity Tolliver, fiancé to Rochelle's youngest son, into our house. Rio and I stood as they entered the room. Felicity had an open and friendly expression on her face while Rochelle was much more guarded and unsure.

"Hey ladies, thank you for coming by tonight," I greeted them.

"Mrs. Wellington, I've been making extra notes on last meetings discussions I'd like to go over with you," I said with my most disarming smile.

"Felicity, we've done this incredible renovation project at school – we students – and I'd like to show you all we've accomplished so you can...ya know...give us some pointers as to what to do next," Rio beamed with a frivolity that I found personally terrifying.

"Okay," Felicity grinned back at Rio. "Let's see what you have." I kind of felt sorry for Felicity; she wasn't taking Rio too seriously and had no idea of the carnivore that lurked just beneath the younger woman's exterior. Rochelle Wellington was far more cautious.

"Greetings, Zane. I am happy to help the newest member of my committee adjust," Rochelle told me.

I quickly cracked open my laptop and moved aside so that Rochelle could join me as I went over this and that from the last meeting.

"Felicity and Jill, why don't we go check out some of the rooms Jill's already done and see what we can come up with," Rio suggested. Jill seemed a little nervous so Felicity stepped in.

"I'd love to see what Ms. Braxton has done with her home. I always admired this old house, but Lance wanted something on the north side of town," Felicity sighed.

"I tried to make things very homey," Jill informed them. "I didn't have much to work with. My late husband and I didn't have many possessions."

"I think you did a fine job, Jill," Rio poured it on. "Zane considers this his home and looks forward to coming here on the weekends." That seemed to perk things up.

"But why are you here, Rio? Are you Zane's...girlfriend?" Felicity wondered.

"Oh, no," Rio laughed. "My family is in Arizona and Zane knows I'm alone here, so he and Jill have taken me under their wing and made me feel like a daughter...and a sister."

How Jill stopped herself from choking at the...exaggeration was putting it kindly...was beyond me. It did show me that Rio could be personable and manipulative if she so desired. The three women headed off to the dining room, leaving me with Rochelle.

"Why don't we move to the kitchen?" I suggested to her. "Working over the coffee table isn't good for our backs."

"Oh," she clearly studied me, "okay, if you think that's best." We moved to the bar in the kitchen and I behaved myself for all of five minutes. I started bringing up her ideas that had been somewhat ill-received and showed her what work I had done on them.

"I'm not sure how much of this matters," she sighed. "I don't think I have the votes."

"Don't give up. After all, I have the tie-breaking vote now," I reminded her.

"Oh...I hadn't considered you a voting member but I suppose you are right. I admit, I didn't see you hanging around all that long, being a young man and all," she explained.

"Why would I not want to stay? I had fun," I countered.

"I would imagine a young man would have better things to do than hang out with a bunch of old ladies," she said.

"If I find a bunch of old ladies, I'll let you know," I grinned. "Besides, I had some friends go over some of the suggestions you put forth and they created some 3-D images for you to present next Wednesday," I related, as I began opening the first program.

"Oh, my," Rochelle murmured. As she got the hang of things, she maneuvered through the presentations and rotated the pictures.

"Are you hot?" I inquired. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"That would be nice," she agreed. "Do you have tomato or orange juice?"

"We have that, and we have beer and Scotch too," I grinned.

"Oh, please," she moaned, "I could use a good Scotch. It has been a long week." While I prepared a double Scotch for her and a beer for myself, Rochelle took off her jacket and laid it on the bar. I handed her the glass when I returned.

"That's smooth," she commented after a sip. "I don't like this," she pointed to a feature on the screen. "How do I alter it?" I reached around her, pressing my body onto her side and back gently.

"Here you go, do this and this." I highlighted the keys she needed to use to get the desired effects. I could tell she was distracted, both physically and intellectually.

Rochelle hesitantly moved some features around for a few seconds so I chose to back off for a minute.

"I want to do this," she requested, "without changing..."

"Oh, okay. Let's try this," I answered, while wrapping her in my arms once more. This time I held the embrace longer, and when I withdrew, my hand rested on her far shoulder.

"This is really good work, Zane," Rochelle turned her head to complement me only to find my face a few inches away. She gulped and looked at me with a certain level of confliction.

"Really, it was this small group of girls at school who did the real work. Isn't that always the case, women doing all the real work so some guy can get the credit?" I teased her.

"Why...why did they do this for you?" she stammered.

"They go to our church, of course," I smiled. "What did you think I did, seduce them?"

"I...no, definitely not," Rochelle blushed, and turned back to the screen. "You are such a nice boy."

"I wouldn't go that far, Mrs. Wellington. I am afraid I'm begging forgiveness most Sunday mornings," I joked.

"Oh, come on now," she mused, "what do you have to talk to Jesus about?"

"Impure thoughts," I confessed.

"Well, you go to an all-girls school," she said. "I'm sure that gives you ample opportunity."

"What makes you think I'm not being tempted right now?" I suggested.

"Oh...I guess you could be," she replied quietly.

"I'm glad we got that out of the way," I sighed.

"What? Got what out of the way?" she asked.

"It's hard to tell a lady that she's attractive without it being taken the wrong way," I lied. I had every intention of her taking this the 'wrong' way. "It is that I've always found you very beautiful but was unsure how you would take it."

"I'm a married woman," she declared, but severely lacked conviction.

"Absolutely, and we both understand the limitations of our relationship because of that," I continued.

"Limitations?" she questioned.

"Well, I can do this," I kissed her on the neck below the ear, "and we both know that it is only something between friends."

"Aaahhh...good," she moaned. "I mean, it is good we understand our boundaries." I went back to kissing her neck, then went up to her ear. Rochelle remained patiently still under my passion for a long time. "I want to take another look at this diagram," she suddenly said.

She didn't pull away, though, instead, working away steadily on the keyboard while I let my lips play along her exposed flesh and my hands roamed her shoulders. She kept a steady patter of conversation going as I deviated farther and farther from her shoulders, around her back, to the sides of her breasts.

"Your top button," I whispered to her.

"Button..." she murmured. She looked to my eyes, then followed them down to her cleavage. I saw the mental struggle going on inside her, lust versus a loveless marriage. I imagine she convinced herself this was all harmless fun because her trembling hands undid not only the first button, but the second one as well.

"Beautiful," I complimented her quietly. "You are very beautiful, Rochelle." She didn't say anything but she sat up straighter and stuck out her chest with more confidence. My left hand edged around the side of her breast and took that orb into my hand and began massaging it, exciting her nipple through her satin blouse and silk bra.

My right hand followed a similar path, but at the base of the breast I roamed down along the fleshy roll of her stomach to her belt, rubbing along and kneading the pliant tissue. She was slightly embarrassed about it at first, but as it became clear I was enjoying it, even excited by the feel of her, she let her tension flee and her enjoyment expanded.

By the time Rio and the others returned, Rochelle was moaning against me and I had my left hand inside her right bra cup and was rolling her nipple along my palm. Her breathing was heavy, she'd ceased playing at the keyboard, and her eyes were closed. I kissed her on the cheek one more time.

"Damn it," I whispered angrily, "I don't want to let you go."

I did let her go, though. I removed my hands and stood up, giving Rochelle both room and cover as she straightened her shirt.

"Well, thank you, Zane," Rochelle told me as she rose. "You've given me several things to think over for next Wednesday's meeting. Felicity, are you ready to go? I'm sure we've used up enough of the Braxton's time for tonight."

"It has been our pleasure, Mrs. Mayor," Jill bubbled. "Anything we can do to help you or your family, please don't hesitate to ask."

"I'll see you at church, Felicity," Rio smiled. "I'll bring Barbie Lynn along as well." I knew of no sexual tie between Barbie and Felicity, but Barbie Lynn had grown up a lot since they'd last met.

Rochelle's face flickered with indecision but fastened onto a smile as she reached the door. For my part, I kept a steady, intense gaze on her. Rio managed to sneak a hug in on Felicity while Jill struggled to not be too embarrassed by the whole affair. As the door shut, Jill leaned against it with a sigh of relief.

"See, Aunt Jill," Rio grinned, "nobody died. We behaved ourselves."

"Of course you did," Jill recovered quickly. "I never doubted either of you for an instant."

"Thank you for that, Jill," Rio said with a straight face. I could tell Rio's bullshit factor was working overtime. Hypocrisy was one of her pet peeves.

"Okay, it is Saturday night and nearly 9:00 o'clock," I chimed in. "Time for the SFY movie of the week: Mega-Dinocroc vs Super-Python."

"My brain bleeds from just thinking about that title," Rio groaned. "I can't wait to see how bad this is."

"I'll go get some study-work for my Bible class tomorrow," Jill stated, before fleeing the room.

"I'm going to put on as little clothes as possible in hopes of making this evening actually mean something," Rio snickered, then followed Jill up the stairs.

"I'm going to put on some shorts for basically the same reason," I chased after Rio.

We all managed to get to our various rooms intact and Rio and I began stripping down. I was pulling up my shorts over my naked body when I caught Rio staring at me.

"Hey," I smiled at her warmly.

"Hey. Zane, why are we so comfortable around one another?" she asked quietly.

"I trust you, Rio. Do you trust me?" I asked. She regarded me speculatively.

"Ah, you are full of crap," she sneered. That was 'Rio-speak' for 'Yes'. She finished getting dressed, which was being liberal with the definition of the word. She had on string-tied pink and white striped panties and a medium blue crop top that barely covered her nipples.

"Oh, come on," I sighed, "are you trying to give Jill a coronary?"

"What? Is the top too much?" she giggled. "Should I go without it?"

"Nah, keep it," I nodded. "I want to roll the top up before I feast on those nipples."

"Hey, now," Rio said as she headed for the door, "who says you are getting any tonight?"

"I'm relying on my undeniable sexual magnetism to woo you over," as I followed her out the door and down the stairs. Jill wasn't down yet so I chased a squealing Rio over to the sofa and pinched her tight little ass. When I had her up against the back of the sofa, I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her hard from behind.

Rio fought against me, thrashing and giggling the entire time until I began kissing her shoulders and neck.

"Oh, you bastard," she moaned lustfully, as she rubbed my cock between her ass cheeks. "I swear, I'm going to get this before this weekend is gone, if I have to rape you on the damn church altar."

With that imagery, I was barely able to untangle myself from Rio before Jill caught us as she came downstairs. Jill settled into her chair and gave Rio a deeply suspicious glance. Rio countered by getting up, walking over to Jill, and surprising her with a deep hug.

"Thanks, Jill. I know the reason you are putting up with this is because you love Zane, but thanks anyway," Rio told her, face to face, only an inch apart.

"Rio...it is just...you...could be wearing more clothes," Jill stammered.

"But Jill, my body isn't as nice as yours, so if I'm going to torment Zane, I have to wear less," Rio pouted innocently. I was wondering if I could wedgy her to the ceiling fan.

"Zane...my body...less clothing," Jill continued to struggle. "Why are you tormenting Zane?"

"Well," she stood up from Jill, "he clearly thinks you are hot, so if I want to get his attention, I have to dress like this," Rio presented herself with a shimmy that brought the bottom of her shirt to the tip of her nipples.

"But I'm Zane's Aunt," Jill protested. "He can't think of me..."

"Jill, you are hotter than a lot of the girls fawning all over him on campus. I know he comes here to get away from it all, but I'm sure the way you dress just drives him nuts...of course he loves you too much to tell you," Rio kept piling on the bullshit.

"What do you mean?" Jill wondered.

"Rio, stop it," I ordered, "Jill, don't worry about it. Rio is being Rio."

"Zane, I'm only telling her that if she dressed more like the girls normally around you dress, you wouldn't be so...distracted by her normal bedroom attire," Rio grinned evilly at me.

"But you are in your underwear," Jill pointed out.

"Of course," Rio turned to her. "This is what Zane sees all the time so it is perfectly normal," Rio utterly and completely lied. It was perfectly normal for girls to dress like that in my bedroom, but they totally drove me nuts doing so. "They all wear t-shirts and panties, so I have to wear this teeny tiny top because your breasts are so much nicer."

Jill actually looked down and examined her breasts.

"There is nothing happening between Zane and I," Jill protested.

"Oh, no one thinks otherwise," Rio grinned. "Nothing would ever happen, though there is this obvious attraction between the both of you."

"Rio – sit – now," I snapped.

"Yes, Master," Rio chirped, turning to me and looking very contrite and even pathetic. She took baby steps over to the sofa and knelt beside me. Since Jill couldn't see her face, Rio beamed at me like the Devil herself.

"Jill, I apologize. Rio has an overly developed and perverse sense of humor," I sighed.

"I don't understand. What has she been talking about?" Jill was clearly baffled.

"Rio thinks you are very pretty and is a bit jealous, so she was yanking your chain," I replied.

"Please don't beat me, Master," Rio pleaded desperately. I glared fiery death at her.