Christian College Sex Comedy Ch. 27

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"All I know is that the Navy decided it was safer to put him up at our house as opposed to a motel. Mom got upset because apparently the North Korean government put a huge bounty on his head since he killed so many of their Special Forces guys – no lie."

I said nothing for the longest time.

"Maybe he'll think I'm good son-in-law material," I tried to sound upbeat.

"Yes," Chrissy tried to sound positive as well. I, of course, was desperately trying to remember how many times I had made Hope suck my dick...and our discussion of anal sex wasn't worth mentioning. Curling up into a fetal ball wouldn't do anyone any good either.

"Very well, Chrissy. Can I talk to Briana one more time?" I asked.

"Of course, Zane, and don't worry; the whole Kappa Sigma Sorority will start working on this problem. We will figure out something," she assured me.

"Hey, guy," Briana sounded apprehensive, "are you going to be okay?"

"Babe, it is just another day ending in 'y'. I've got this," I said confidently. "Good night, now."

Briana said her good-byes and I took a moment to get my thoughts together before heading upstairs. It turned out I had over seventy ladies in my place, none more surprising than Coach Dana Gorman. She was paired with Valarie against Millicent and Raven in what looked like a close match up on the pool table.

Another totally bizarre image was Vivian and Rio laying stomach first on the floor near one of the TV's, calves kicking in the air with Vivian helping Rio with something oddly akin to schoolwork. Mercy, Opal, Brandi, and Brigit were gathered around the closest table having formed some sort of study group as well. Magically enough, in the twilight of my life (no, I am not over-reacting!) it is good to see one of my plans actually work in almost the way I had intended.

No one had noticed me arrive so I turned to go to the drink bar...and walked right into Paige.

"Hi!" she squealed in excited delight. Her tight little albino body vibrated with orgasmic energy.

"Hey, Babe," I kissed her on the lips lightly. She kept her hands tightly clasped behind her back.

"You don't smell like sex," she grinned.

"I went out to eat with the preacher's wife, Paige," I groaned. "Not every date is an inevitable sexual hook-up. We had a nice meal and talked about our church, morality, and religion – honest to God."

"I believe you," Paige wouldn't stop grinning. "Cordelia is in your room, waiting for you...and thank you, thank you, thank you." Paige was undoubtedly ecstatic over the red marker on Cordelia's face that read 'Paige is smarter'. To see that was one of Paige's deepest desires.

Cordelia was working away on her tablet as I slipped into my room. She was fully on my sleeping stage, lying on her back and tablet held up over her head as she worked on it.

"Hello, Zane," Cordelia said. "I like your place; it is very you."

"Cordelia," I managed to say back in a civil tongue. "Did you know who Yeong Song is?"

"Of course I do," Cordelia answered without looking away from her work. I didn't say too much because I had little polite to say to the girl at the moment. After a minute she finished up working on her computer, put it down, propped herself up on her elbows, and smiled my way. Her pigtails swayed as she looked me over. "You are upset," she noted.

"Why are you here?" I inquired curtly.

"Oh, now we are in the 'you are angry with me but doing an admirable job controlling your violent impulses and going to reduce your interactions with me yet not going to let me alter your lifestyle in any way' phase," Cordelia sighed.

"I am not fighting the fact that you are the smartest person on campus, maybe the smartest person I've ever met, but I think we are done playing around. When I drive out of these gates for the last time four years from now, I'm going to forget you and go on with my life," I told her. Cordelia smirked, then laughed.

"Zane, I made you – you are my creation," she giggled. I was about to get pissed, then I got another boot to the head. "I was drawn to your family's tragic death years ago, saw your return to the United States as an excellent opportunity for us both, created several identities, talked to your aunt on-line about FFU, altered the admissions software so your application would be accepted, and made sure your medical records weren't examined until you were on campus."

"You put me and Rio together," I pieced together; Cordelia nodded.

"Iona?"

"Ah, she's loyal to you, but it was easy enough to put her in your class. She is the type of girl who runs across traffic to save a turtle crossing the road," Cordelia smiled. "I knew she'd rally to your side, just like I knew that would be enough to keep you here until other events unfolded," she seemed terribly pleased.

"Now the sorority and Christina are all you as well as the run-ins with the law, but you are my weapon to use on this campus, Zane. I could never beat Chancellor Bass without creating a scandal that would break the school apart," she informed me. "Your rebellion was a possibility I explored but your ability to enlist Christina and the freshmen wasn't something I could facilitate; again, that was all your doing."

"I have respected you and Heaven," Cordelia pointed out.

"Because Christina and I would kill you," I countered.

"No; I kept her secret because I am not needlessly cruel," she said. I almost believed it.

"Wrong, Cordelia; you didn't betray Heaven because Christina and I would leave FFU," I stated. "Your game would fall apart; not because either one of us is special but because you don't like playing with dumb people – there is no challenge to it."

Cordelia's smile only got wider.

"You don't disappoint," she remarked, without a hint of shame or guilt. "Am I forgiven?" It occurred to me that no matter how absurd on the surface, Cordelia wanted someone to know and, in a way, understand her genius.

"I think we may be past that," I murmured.

"How about this; the Time Lord Mafia needs...I need your help," she confessed, but I was wary.

"When Ms. Black came here I was suspicious that her record was too clean," Cordelia related, "so when you gave me that warning, I began digging very carefully. Well, this morning something happened."

"Oh, crap," I muttered. "How bad and how likely is it that you will be tracked back to here?"

"I set up a blind station in Lima, Peru," she said matter-of-factly, "all paid for in cash by people who don't know the real me. I had surveillance on the place as standard practice. Late last night – Lima time – three armed men broke into the small room and tore the place up."

"Who were they?" I was now more intrigued.

"They spoke perfect Spanish so I had no clue until one of them screwed up and a cheap shelf fell on him. He cursed in Hebrew." Cordelia exhibited real shock. "They were Mossad. I check up on some other stuff and I really think they are Israeli intelligence."

What in the hell was Mossad doing hunting Gabrielle? What the hell was the only guy in an all-girls university doing getting involved with all this? Fuck it all, I'm a horny eighteen-year-old boy with more girlfriends than any two sane men would want. Wasn't talking to yourself one of the signs of mental instability?

I was saved by the phone, sort of.

"Zane, this is Dr. Scarlett," the Vice Chancellor said, "I am at your door and I need to come up and talk to you for a bit."

"Of course, Dr. Scarlett," I responded as I caught Cordelia's eye. I hung up and the two of us headed into the main area.

As soon as we exited the screens, Cordelia went toward the closest group of students to warn them and I travelled down the stairs.

"Hey, Doctor," I greeted my latest guest. I screened the keypad from her view, asked the system for a new password, and read it off to her as it popped up. Dr. Scarlett reentered the code and had it scan her thumbprint without comment.

"Thank you, Zane," Victoria greeted me politely. "I would like to see your domicile as well, if that is convenient."

"Sure thing," I told her. "We have about forty-five minutes before curfew so it's pretty occupied."

"It is your room," she nodded. "I have every reason to believe you are responsible with its use." I wouldn't say that, but then in the past five minutes my life had gone to hell anyway, and I had to put up a good face until bedtime.

"Ah, the pictures I've seen do not do the view justice, Mr. Braxton," Dr. Scarlett exhaled.

"Relax, take a walk around, and/or help yourself to some food, Doc," I offered.

"After nine o'clock you may call me Victoria, Zane," she allowed in return. I was a little stunned. No one seemed overjoyed that Victoria was here but they weren't stampeding toward the door either.

"You provide a great deal of stability," she told me softly. "Your presence provides your guests with a sense of peace and safety."

"Perhaps you missed Coach Gorman giving two of your students pool lessons right over there?" I suggested.

"Dana is your guest too, though I doubt her mood is swayed one way or another by your sense of calm," she grinned, then was brought up short. "Zane, there are two women in...bikinis in your..."

"It is a hot tub," I provided the identification, "and I also provide the swim suits for those who need them."

Victoria stared at me for a few seconds and I could sense her ready to finally explode on me with some righteous rage toward my overtly sexual ways.

"Why would you have women's swimsuits?" she asked patiently.

"I have one-pieces as well," I responded. "What would be the point of installing a hot tub, showers, and a sauna if I don't also supply the girls with swimsuits and towels?"

Those words put her back on an even keel. Still --

"Doc, I have women coming in my second-story bedroom window back home in the middle of the night for the purposes of sexual intercourse," I sighed. "I hardly need to give students here revealing clothing to feed any vicarious thrill. Do you want a suit to take a dip?"

"Let me think about that," she replied quickly. "How long does it take you to obtain a girl a suit?"

"I have a suit for you already; you are virtually Vivian's size. And I even have one in red if that is your preference," I said.

"Do you really want me to be in a red bikini?" she wondered. It was a trick question.

"It is a one-piece, and all I want is for you to be as happy as you can be without trampling on the aspirations of others," I answered.

"So you feel responsible for all the girls at this school," she stated. It took me a moment to realize this was a statement, not a question.

"Good night, Zane," Victoria smiled. "Good night, ladies," she called out to the room. A chorus of 'good night's' were returned. She disappeared down the stairs and I felt a deep desire to be alone. Peace and quiet sounded good -- yeah, I know.

"Bro?" Rio snuck up on me. She gave me a quick once-over, then tenderly wove her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly.

"I'm okay, Rio," I muttered.

"Don't lie to me," she squeezed me tighter. "Trust me; I know that desperate, hopeless look well and I can see it creeping up behind your eyes. Zane, I don't know what's wrong and I'm not going to ask, but I want you to know that I'm here for you." I tilted my upper body back and met her gaze.

"Who are you and what have you done to my Rio?" I grinned weakly.

"Hey," she remained scarily compassionate, "you've soaked up my pain often enough. It is about time you let me carry some of yours."

"What can I do?" Iona wiggled up to my side. A further miracle was delivered when Paige appeared within my field of vision at over five feet away.

"Guys, do you think I can have the night to myself? I need to work out things in my head," I begged.

"Consider it done," Rio and Iona stated together. Iona departed to spread the word. Rio departed as well, but doubled back to give me another hug.

"Zane, don't leave me," she whispered into my chest.

"Three seconds ago I was going to knock you out, roll you up in a blanket, and take you with me when I scaled the walls and ran home," I sighed. "To the bitter end," I gave Rio's and my own little motto.

"To the bitter end," she mumbled back. After that, going to bed was surprisingly easy.

"Zane," Gabrielle greeted me with a ghostly voice. I had called her and said we needed to talk.

"Someone did some poking around on you," I told her, "and as a result, three Mossad agents broke into a false station they had in Peru. Is there anything we need to know about why Israeli Intelligence sent three armed men looking for you?"

"Three," she mused. "The back-up squad was outside. Since you made no mention of a grenade, I assume they wanted me alive. What are the odds of them tracing the search back to Freedom Fellowship?" As she talked, she sat down on the bed next to me, next to my hip.

"Since I have no clue as to what resources they can bring to bear...I would feel safe enough remaining here if they were after me," I answered. "What's your next move?" For a reason that went way beyond insane, I suddenly didn't want her to leave.

"I wait. I do not have infinite exit plans or resources," she told me.

"You are taking this awful well," I noted.

"As opposed to wasting energy becoming pointlessly annoyed? You will keep me apprised of further developments," she commanded then rose to leave.

"Gabrielle, do you know a guy named Yeong Song?" I blurted out.

"I know of him but I've never met him," she stopped and regarded me.

"Do you know that Hope Song is his daughter?" I asked.

"Yes," she kept her reply short.

"I kinda-sorta had sex with her and it ended up on the internet," I informed her.

"You are a dead man," she informed me with her patented deadpan style.

"How tough is he?" I went fishing.

"He'll kill you – it is a foregone conclusion. His abilities worry me and you couldn't even deal with his daughter, so I suggest you leave campus when he comes," she said.

"Are you saying I should run for it?" I inquired.

"No; I am telling you not to bring a homicide investigation to this campus," she explained. "It would inconvenience me."

"Yeah, I see how me bleeding all over my dorm room would seriously degrade our relationship, and since I'm the closest thing you have to a friend, I would understand your deep sense of disappointment in me," I nodded.

"I don't suppose he'd accept me as her boyfriend/fiancé?" I joked.

"He might; you are very brave and occasionally martially inspired, and since he trains people in a strong warrior ethos, he might find you acceptable," she reasoned. "Besides, that plan beats the odds of you taking him in a fight." I blinked.

"Did...did you just make a joke?" I sounded incredulous.

"I am a human being, Zane," she reminded me, still devoid of emotion. She took a few more steps toward the exit but abruptly turned and took three steps back and regarded me with curiosity.

"Yes?" I worried.

"You are alone...in bed," she stated thoughtfully. "I can't decide if it is unsettling or intriguing."

"Well you are in a serious break-up phase so I'm not going to go anywhere near sex...but if you want to sit down and talk for a bit, we are not likely to be handed a better opportunity," I offered.

Gabrielle stepped onto the platform, moved to the middle and sat down cross-legged.

"What do you want to talk about?" she asked. Man-oh-man, she had to be hard-up for company.

"When you were a kid, what did you want to be?" I began. "I wanted to be an archeologist."

"I wanted to be a dragon-rider," she said in a dream-like state.

"Western or Eastern dragon?" I wondered.

"Western – hexipede; green scales with a silver sheen," she clarified; four legs and wings; right out of a fantasy novel. That was pretty much where we started, with vacated dreams and the odd quirks of youth.

We didn't discuss the real world or relationships because the important thing was that Gabrielle had never experienced a sleep-over with girls her age, much less boys. I soon learned that she'd never been a girlie-girl, even her idealized images being warrior-princesses or dark sorceresses with power over the undead.

A recurring theme was that she always had a guardian/ally who watched over her and I always came home in triumph. We went over our best and worst come-on experiences. She won: some Swedish millionaire literally kept throwing euros at her until she broke his nose. I related my first solo encounter with Chancellor Bass. She laughed at me, a ghostly hollow sound.

I stifled a yawn, which Gabrielle saw as her signal to get up and leave with a single nod by way of saying good-bye. I was out like a light seconds later.

TOWARD THE LIGHT OF DAY

I felt the body slide into bed next to me under the covers. The very movement of the bed told me who it was before I opened my eyes.

"How are ya, Love?" Barbie Lynn whispered to me once she saw that I was awake. "If ya just wanna cuddle, I'll be fine with that."

"Did someone tell you that I was upset?" I responded.

"Zane, a dozen of us picked up on your being terribly unhappy and made sure you were left alone," she related. That implied no one had marked Gabrielle's passage. In the night I felt like I had passed all the madness of the past few weeks and I was now receiving a second chance; the gift of starting over. And I could start over with Barbie Lynn.

"Come here, Angel," I murmured, as I reached out and drew my blonde salvation into my embrace. I soon worked her on top of me, her breasts pressing down and over my chest, feeling so warm and tickling where her very hard nipples dug in. We kissed and kissed, both deeply and with flutters. I felt myself heading toward a Mandy Moore movie right up to my hand touching the cleft of Barbie Lynn's butt.

"Barbie, what is this?" I inquired, as I tapped her butt. She clearly looked ashamed.

"Trojan: Tingly Warmth," she confessed as she bit her lower lip.

"So the 'wanna cuddle' was simply a lure to draw me into sex?" I persisted. "I thought that was only a trick guys played when they wanted to sneak sex up on a girl."

"Zane, I would never do – " she started with such heartfelt concern, then, "You are playing with me," she smiled. I gave her a lusty grin to match her own.

"I think I've been playing with you, and you with me, since I showed up on campus, Barbie Lynn," I teased her both verbally and physically. I slowly smoothed her advance up my body.

As Barbie Lynn moved, she planted her palms on my shoulders and pushed up so that her gorgeous, half-tanned melons dangled tantalizingly close to my face and she knew it. I kept kneading and massaging her scrumptious ass cheeks. Barbie began taking purposefully deep breaths and rocking from side to side at the point where my cock passed under her pussy.

Her next move was to place one hand behind her back, stroke my penis shaft a few times and then maneuvered it to her sphincter. She drew forth a joyous gasp as she poised her hips to drive my tool into her depths.

"Hey, Zane Braxton," she purred, "let's step back from everything a moment. All we have is right now – you and me."

I didn't respond with words; I began fondling her mammary, flicking her nipples and groping them from areola to base. When she leaned down for a kiss, I had to tilt my head back to meet her lips. That was the moment she chose to force my cock into her rectum. Her earthy moan passed into my mouth with an intoxicating tremor.

A steady process of wiggling and force left Barbie Lynn gyrating her hips against my groin but she hadn't taken enough of me in yet. She pushed her torso into an upright position, taking even more of my rod into her ass. Her last little bit of magic had her arching back and working that final centimeter or so in as well.

"Oh, sweet Lord," Barbie Lynn moaned. "I want to remember this forever." For my part, I directed one hand to her hip to stroke up and down her waist, hip, and thigh while the other rested on her pubic mound. She made a few tentative flexes of the thighs to move my cock in and out of her bottom. I responded by caressing my ring finger on her clit. My lower two fingers and thumb began to make incursions into her parted labia.

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