Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 17

"Are you drunk?" Edith inquired.

"Not yet, but I'd like to be," Dana sighed. "How about you get on with the security sweep you are here for so I can get back to it." Edith Marlowe shook her head in disgust, then dispatched her guards to look around. There was blatant hostility being generated their way by the present student body.

On any other day, that anger would have been the end of it, but one girl started handing out pool cues and girls lined up to get them.

"Put those down right now," Ms. Marlowe commanded.

"Get stuffed," Vanessa Hutchins, a freshman, shot back. She'd been particularly impacted by Rhaine's actions, having been propelled twice down different stairwells.

"Zane," Dana cautioned me. I stood up and walked over to Vanessa. I took the pool cue from her hands gently and placed it on the pool table.

"Come on, ladies, the sooner we let them get done, the sooner we can get back to ignoring them," I said to the students. Slowly the sticks were put aside and the guards returned to their search.

"Ms. Hutchins, you are coming with me," Ms. Marlowe stepped forward. I turned and looked down at her.

"Don't press your luck," I told Marlowe evenly. "We aren't resisting this search but tempers are high and only going to get worse if you push things."

"Edith, try to remember that you not only have to get out of this room, you have to get out of the building," Dana pointed out. "I underestimated these students so I'm now sitting here drinking beer and considering my job options." Ms. Marlowe looked down her nose at Dana, who didn't appear to give a crap about her opinion, then motioned the guards to resume looking around.

Campus Security hadn't been gone five minutes before Rio came running up to me.

"Hey! I heard that there was almost a fight here," she asked me.

"Nothing much to it," I shrugged. "Vanessa over there decided that Ms. Marlowe should become familiar with the grain of a certain pool cue and I had to put a stop to it."

Valerie and Iona came up in time to hear the explanation.

"I guess it was too much to hope that the Chancellor would leave you alone," Iona moped.

"People with her personality type don't let go easily," Valerie commented. "I've met more than my share in law enforcement. Their power over other people is how they define themselves."

"Therefore, we need Zane to keep her preoccupied," Paige gloated. Mother Fucking God!

"I'm going to have to get you a collar with a bell, damn it, Paige," I growled to my albino ghost.

"Of course," she hugged me, "I'll wear a black velvet one with an electronic chime on it and you get to wear a shock collar so you can keep your limited intellect on the important things."

"Important things?" Valerie grinned.

"Yes; important things like obeying me," Paige grinned triumphantly.

"Paige, could you please walk this way with me," Iona said sweetly. "We need to talk."

"Not right now, Iona; I'm busy with Zane," Paige dismissed Iona.

"Paige, come with me right now or I will inflict such painful force upon your person that even Rio will blanch at the damage delivered," Iona stated with a terrible resolve. Paige regarded Iona with disdain. I was about to break things up but Valerie held me back with a small shake of her head.

"I'm not afraid of you, Iona Becket," Paige remarked.

"Then you haven't studied the implications of our fight. You will win, and Zane won't have anything to do with you anymore. Rio and I are his first friends here and you understand how he weighs such things," Iona told her calmly. "Hurt me, and kiss him goodbye." Paige's face grew grim. "Now let's take a walk and talk this over, Science Clubber to Science Clubber."

"I accept the validity of your socio-dynamic theory. Let's talk then." Paige nodded her acceptance of Iona's statement and with a tiny bit more respect for my diminutive friend, the two geeks walked off. Valerie found the exchange to be both confusing and amusing.

"Zane, the girls and I were looking over my ride and talking about taking a few weeks off after the spring semester ends and riding out in my territory," Valerie informed me. "I figure I could teach everyone to ride; I could teach Iona basic mechanics; and Rio could learn to fight."

"What do you need me to do?" I asked.

"Honestly, you are learning to shoot guns and bows, plus you have martial arts training, so you should do fine. I also heard a rumor that you know something about outdoor survival, which is also handy," Valerie continued. "As long as we can keep you away from the other ladies, we should be okay."

"That sounds great. Maybe we could put in some rock-climbing once we get there," I suggested.

"Didn't...didn't your parents die in a rock-climbing accident?" Valerie asked.

"Yes...so? It was something they loved to do and something they taught me to love," I responded. "I won't give up that part of them over one bad memory."

"I can't tell if that's cold or touching," Valerie smirked.

"I'll let you figure that one out," I grinned back. "Some things you tell the world, some things you tell your friends, and a few things you keep to yourself."

"Is that why you don't pry?" Valerie noted. "Rio says you've never asked her about her history, which makes you pretty unique. 'What were you in for?' was my first question to her."

"It is my business to know who you are, not who you were," I told her. "I have to live with you in the present, so that's my business."

"My Mom is going to love you," Valerie grinned.

"How about your Grandfather?" I inquired.

"Touch me in a sexual manner and he'll break out of Maximum Security to kill you," Val winked.

"I'm not afraid," I boasted.

"Oh?" Valerie arched an eyebrow.

"Yes. I have a passport and am not afraid to use it," I joked.

"Wow," Dana observed, "so this is what Zane is like when he has blood flowing to his brain; he actually makes sense."

"Why am I being nice to you, again?" I questioned Dana.

"I haven't a fucking clue," Dana shrugged, "after all, I kicked your ass and beat you to unconsciousness."

"You knocked Zane out?" Valerie asked.

"If you ever have to teach Zane, you'll end up feeling the same way I did," Dana sneered.

"It was an accident," Rio informed Val. "Zane threw his face at her fist and she was forced to defend herself."

"What really happened, Zane?" Valerie inquired.

"I haven't a clue. I heard 'Ready, set,' and I woke up staring at the ceiling thirty seconds later," I answered.

"I punched him, but to be fair, he'd knocked me down with a kick in our previous encounter," Gorman admitted. "I was actually surprised he went down because Zane can take a beating."

"That's the second nicest thing you've ever said about me," I commented.

"What was the first?" Dana said.

"You told Ms. Lane I wasn't a total waste of effort," I related.

"Speaking of which...you did her, didn't you?" Dana asked.

"I like keeping my relationships discreet..." I started, then several girls around me groaned, "...if that is what they want, so no comment."

"Let's just say that I've seen teeth marks on Zane's shoulder that have a slight gap on the left like a certain someone we both know," Rio snickered. Dana snorted.

Before I could respond, I saw Iona coming my way and Paige angling for the door. I nodded to Iona and mouthed a 'thank you' to her, then angled to cut Paige off.

"Where are you going?" I questioned her.

"I get it; I'm not wanted, you have better things to do, and I am not going to get what I want so I'm leaving," Paige sounded hurt.

"Did I say I didn't want you around?" I asked.

"Iona said that you spending time with me was something the other girls wouldn't allow. Even Cordelia feels that way, apparently," Paige informed me.

"I think you misunderstood," I clarified. "I want to spend time with you but I can't simply kick other girls aside because I do."

"So now you want to spend time with me, but why should I spend time with you?" she countered.

"I don't know," I replied. "Why did you come over and hassle Raven and I?" That brought her up short, not because she didn't know the answer but because she didn't want to admit it.

"I was jealous," she said softly.

"You don't need to be," I told her. "We are study buddies, nothing more."

"You are a moron; I apologize for forgetting that," Paige sighed. She took my hand and started leading me toward the bedroom.

"How about we watch some TV and spend time with the girls," I suggested. "I love having sex with you, but I like doing other things as well."

"You...I have decided that I should put up with your idiocy for now," she leered, and we headed back to the sofa and the other ladies that had migrated into my life. Around 9:00 we slipped off (ya, right) to my room and had sex again. This time, we didn't fight; Paige actually listened to my suggestions and we ended up making love for nearly an hour.

"Oh...my...God," Paige panted. "That was...fantastic." She was lying half on her side, half over my body. Her right leg slowly went up and down my thigh and her hand and head rested on my chest. "I feel...nice. We definitely are going to do this again."

"Thanks for asking my input," I teased her. "I had a good time, by the way."

She wiggled her way up my body until she could kiss me.

"What do you want more than anything else in the world?" she wondered. I had to think about that for a second. I mulled over several things but went with my first thought.

"I want my parents back," I confided in her.

"Oh...interesting," she mused. "It would have been best if you said me. I was afraid you would say Christina but I should have known a guy with almost everything would want one of the few things he could never have; you are irrational that way."

"I have almost everything?" I questioned. "I hadn't realized that."

"Zane, you have friends, you are popular, a good-looking, dark blonde, blueeyed Adonis, rich, and able to cleverly conceal your mediocre intellect from almost everyone but me," she pointed out.

"Adonis; seriously?" I groaned. "One, there is no such thing as a perfect man, and two, I know plenty of guys better looking than me."

"As for being wealthy, that all depends on me staying here. I'd like to think I've come by my friends honestly," I explained, "and I have no clue as to why any girl is risking their physical and academic health on my behalf. I also recently learned I scored the second highest score on my language skills portion of my college exam. Ha!"

"You scored twenty-seventh on your science/math portion, you dummy," Paige chortled.

"Well, I scored one of the top ten hottest girls on campus," I rebounded. "Of course, technically she is currently scoring on me." I emphasized the situation by grabbing her ass cheeks, squeezing them, and pulling her tightly to my groin. She kissed me again.

"I like cowgirl," she murmured, "and you like my tits bouncing while I ride you." With the last words, she began positioning herself for yet another round of sexual intercourse.

"I love your tits bouncing, especially when I reposition my body to catch them with my lips, but I would like you to not get in trouble for being in my room after curfew, Paige," I sighed. Paige nodded sadly with a hint of frustration to boot.

As she was pulling up her hose, I moved my naked form behind her and began working on her shoulders and kissing her neck with a definite suction.

"Help me with my bra," she breathed heartily. I gently positioned the bra around her arms, settled it on her shoulders and clasped it in front while dragging the material over her now-tender nipples.

"See, Zane, it is this kind of sensual services that multiply your net worth as a romantic entanglement," Paige teased me.

"My 'net worth' romantically..." I grinned. We stood up and finished getting her dressed, then I put on a bathrobe. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tight to me, and kissed the top of her head.

"Zane, I...Paige, what are you doing here?" Alice murmured.

"We've been exploring our frontiers of spiritual purity," Paige taunted her.

"It is time for you to leave, Paige Zeller. This is not even your dorm," Alice told her.

"Very well, Zane," Paige turned around in my arms and tickled my lips with her tongue.

"Would you prefer me in sheer lacy panties or nothing at all down there?" she told me, but teased Alice as well.

"Sheer, because it gives me something to pull down your milky smooth thighs with my teeth," I grinned. Together, we exited my bedroom where Barbie Lynn, Rio, Valerie, and Iona had gathered by the stairs.

"Alice, give us a moment, please," I asked my substitute Dorm Mother. I saw Alice hesitate but we both knew the results of her intransience from last time. She still had the swollen lip to prove it. She nodded and stepped back to the inner portion of my room.

"Well, I think we should expect a raid tonight and again in the morning," I groaned. "Spread the word to the shower crowd."

I got a kiss goodnight from Barbie Lynn, Paige, and Iona, a hug from Valerie, and a punch in the arm from Rio. As Alice was heading out, the last to go, I touched her arm.

"Thank you," I told her.

"I...you are welcome," she grinned, then skipped down the stairs. At least she didn't hold a grudge.

THE LAST HURRAH

I'd forgotten to reset my alarm on 'chirp' mode so the door didn't alert me when the latest wave of security arrived a little past midnight. The leader was also a surprise.

"Chancellor Bass, or can I call you Melrose?" I sighed, as she and several campus security guards came into my room. A guard more familiar with my lack of sleeping attire tossed me my robe. Dr. Bass merely sneered.

I slipped out from under the covers and in a contest of wills, I failed to embarrass Melrose; she kept eye contact as I stood and dressed. The guards proceeded to toss my room.

"Maybe if you tell me what you're looking for, I could tell you where you won't find it," I told her.

"Illegal internet hook-up, satellite TV, and alcohol on the premises," Dr. Bass grinned wickedly. The look on my face must have spoken volumes because the grin slowly faded into a frown. Once again, Cordelia was way ahead of the curve. My illicit tech was already secreted away in the building's HVAC system and Gorman had taken her empty beer bottles away too.

After making a mess of my bedroom, the majority of the intruders made their way to the rest of the 'room' while Bass remained with me. I walked around her and fished out my old camcorder from one of my drawers...which was now on the floor. I cut it on and began using it to scan the room.

"Give that to me," Melrose snapped.

"Oh, fuck, no," I laughed at her. "Some people are going to want to see this."

"I said give that to me!" she growled. She grabbed at it but I jumped back, holding it high. She came at me several more times until I fell back on the bed and she landed on top of me. I tossed it higher up on the bed. When Melrose tried to crawl over me to get it, I grabbed Bass by the hips and held her to me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she hissed.

"I think I'm copping a feel," I teased.

"Let go of me right now," she growled.

"No. And by all means, call the guards in. I'm sure they'll love seeing you lying on top of me on my bed," I grinned. She struggled some more, with the sole result of driving my rod to rock hardness.

"Let me go," she said with some alarm as she rocked her hips down on me.

"Give me five kisses and I'll let you up," I challenged her. She scowled fiercely and made one more terrific effort. It was interesting that she would rather put up with personal degradation rather than public humiliation. Finally, she stopped moving and gazed down on me fiercely.

"Get it over with," she ground out. I had no doubt I was looking absolutely predatory at her at that moment.

"First off, lips with tongue," I directed quietly. She was clearly resistant but I figured all she had to do was say no and call for help. I moved one hand to the back of her head and pulled her down into face-to-face contact.

I kissed her; she didn't open her mouth but I kept steady, gentle pressure until my tongue made contact and tagged playfully with her tongue. She tried to recoil yet failed to pull away successfully. For over a minute I wore her down until there was a tiny flicker of lust burning behind her fury and anger.

"Neck," I instructed her on what I wanted to kiss next.

"You disgust me," she snapped viciously. I cupped her ass and pulled her a little further up until I could pick my spot. I nuzzled her first, rubbing my nose, lips, and chin along the front and side of her throat.

This time it took no urging for her to keep contact as I sucked and nibbled on her flesh until I'd drawn forth a blush of blood on her skin.

"Left nipple," I whispered to Dr. Bass.

"What? No, it isn't happening," she snarled. She wiggled against me and tried to push off my body but I held her tight.

"Should I cry for help?" I taunted her. For a second I thought she'd bite me, she was so pissed. She ground her teeth and arched her back, then started to work loose her blouse buttons with one hand. Her bra turned out to be deep blue with satin on the bottom half and the upper cut made of flimsy lace. Melrose held her shirt open, maybe hoping I'd kiss her through the bra.

I reached up with one hand and worked her breast out of the cup and rolled the hardening nipple between the knuckles of my fore and ring finger until it was screaming for attention. She had her head raised, looking forward, with her breath coming in stronger gulps.

"Lower," I suggested, not ordered, and Melrose slowly lowered her tit to my lips.

Her breast was somewhat soft with a thickness to it that felt good to the lips. I sucked in a good deal of the tit but can't take the whole D-cup inside. I rolled from tongue-tip to the thickest part of the thing so that my taste buds could run roughly over her aroused areola. Melrose began pressing down on me and groaned like a slut when I teased her tit with my teeth.

"Oh, God," she moaned. Her hips began rotating against my cock. "You are a total bastard," she whispered as she tried to feed more of her breast to me. I eventually pulled away but gave her red, engorged nipple one last flick of the tongue, which earned me another gasp. While she was distracted I rolled us over so that I was now on top.

"What?" she hissed once more. "Get off of me."

"You owe me two more kisses," I reminded her.

"Grrr," she snarled. "Get on with it. What is next?"

"Your ass; I want to kiss your ass," I informed her with a smile. Bass's nostrils flared.

"How are we going to do this?" she seethed through clenched teeth in response.

"Roll over onto your stomach," I ordered her. She did it with alacrity. I slid down her body, using my knees to force the Chancellor's legs apart as I did so. I knew I was taking a chance by getting off of her but I risked it to grab the hem of her skirt and pull it up and up until it was bunched around her waist.

Now I had her torso on the bed with her hips and legs dangling off the side so that she was on the tips of her high-heel shoes keeping balance. Her panties were a full design but silky blue as well. Her black garter was also visible with her straps keeping her black sheer hose up around her strong, thick thighs. Her ass, though, was a thing of mature teacher-young student fantasy.

Her butt was big but not too large with an expansiveness that made for one hell of a cushion.

"Fuck, Dr. Mel," I muttered, "you clearly take care of yourself."

"Just get this over with," she bit back. I spanked her right ass cheek in response, then the left, and began alternating back and forth several times. Dr. Bass bit down on my blanket to stop from crying out.