Beyond Bed Breakfast
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.
“Defiance is not common because to rebel is to become friendless”
"What is it with you and butt-sex? Not that I mind, but you seem obsessed with it," Tawny asked.
"I don't care one way or another, actually. I'm in a Christian school so vaginal virginity is a normal expectation, so it is oral and anal sex for me," I explained. "With Paige, my desire is based on her blanket rejection of the idea before we'd had sex at all. If I let her hold herself back because of an irrational fear, I would be doing her a disservice. I owe it to every lover to give it my all."
"I hate Christina," Tawny muttered.
"Why?" I inquired as we walked down the street.
"We agreed that if either one of us were to sleep with you, we would warn the other one first," she regaled me with this bit of unexpected news.
"I suppose that I could complain about you ladies making deals concerning my time and body without consulting me, or maybe how, having told me this, I won't sleep with either one of you, or perhaps I'll simply announce how I'm going to another school in another state next semester but I'm done with the bluster and pissy-ness for a while," I sighed.
"Instead, I'm going to exact a promise from you two," I stated. Tawny and I stopped walking and stared into each other's eyes. "The loser has to get the winner's name tattooed on their ass. That's my condition."
"That's nuts," Tawny chuckled. "I'm not going to have another girl's name tattooed on my ass."
"Then drop out of your little agreement if you think I'm not worth it or that you will lose," I suggested. Tawny didn't reply, instead walking down the street once more.
"We could have sex right now if you want," I said once we were side-by-side again.
"You would break your pledge for me?" Tawny asked.
"If you want to see Christina's ass with your name tattooed on it," I answered.
"She'd never forgive either of us," Tawny noted.
"Absolutely. She'd get the tat but she'd be very disappointed in us both," I agreed.
"Is this how you repay me for saving you inside the warehouse?" Tawny questioned.
"I'm not treating you like a sorority president or a graduating senior; I'm treating you like a desirable woman, a potential lover, and someone forced to think on an entirely personal, selfish level for once," I said. "I respect you enough to give you a moral challenge." Tawny stopped and pulled out her phone and dialed up a number but hesitated before sending it.
"Hello, Christina; Tawny here," she started. "I have Zane with me outside the party and am seriously thinking about requesting him to have sex with me." I missed what Christina said. "Yes, I made him aware of the bet and he agreed anyway, but added that you would tattoo my name on your ass if we did it tonight. Is that acceptable?"
Again, I missed Christina's comment.
"Oh, he is very aware that you would be disappointed in him, and he did a good job of leading me on but he has no intention of following through on his little dare; he loves you too much. I almost fell for his ruse but then he revealed how much he cared about me and I figured it out," Tawny grinned at me, leaving me embarrassed. Christina spoke again.
"Yes, I guess that means I might get 'Christina' tattooed to my ass. It is worth it," Tawny related to Christina. "I knew you would want to hear about this, he's still pining away for you." Christina got off a statement and Tawny laughed. "We should get together for dinner sometime, Christina, just the two of us. Take care now."
"She wants you to know they won the game 3-1," Tawny told me as she put away her phone.
"I'm not sure I want to marry you," Tawny mused. "You are very complicated and you could be a bit more truthful in your dealings."
"My Uncle Tim sort of beat that honesty out of me but I'll make an effort on your behalf," I allowed.
"Zane, that woman on the motorcycle is looking at us intently. Do you know her?" Tawny cautioned me. It was Willa and I didn't expect to see her tonight.
"Willa?" I called out to the biker chick. She responded by waving a thin plastic card in my direction. It looked a lot like my fake ID I'd requested as a joke. "Tawny, hang back," I said in a serious tone.
"Hey, Zane, I was curious to see your car parked down the street," Willa said as she dismounted her ride. "I thought you might be going to the Fallout Shelter and I wanted to talk with you first."
"I wasn't planning on it," I replied. "Willa, this is Tawny. She's a senior at UV. Tawny, this is Willa; she's a Warlord motorcycle club member and she helped save Rio Thursday night."
"Have you come to regret that decision yet?" Tawny asked Willa. Willa was uncertain for a second, then she smiled.
"Not yet, but I haven't see her again either," Willa answered.
"Please remember that Zane loves her dearly," Tawny said. "He'd become really upset if she ended up hospitalized or worse."
"I figured that out when he took on thirty Warlords in order to rescue her after she made a colossal screw up," Willa informed Tawny.
She handed me the fake ID, which I examined.
"Hey," I complained, "this says I'm Ruckus Tanner, a sixty-eight-year-old black man."
"No, it does not," she squawked as she ripped the card back and examined it.
Since the ID said I was G. Zane Braxton, had my picture, and told the world I was 21, Willa looked up and glared at me.
"Not funny," she snapped. I imagine she'd leapt through a few hoops with the Feds to get me this thing this quickly.
"That's Zane being an ass once more," Tawny mocked me. "He does that to diffuse uncomfortable situations he finds himself in. The thing is, what is he uncomfortable about? Hi, we haven't been formally introduced. I'm Tawny Flores, President of the UV Kappa Sigma sorority."
"Hmm, what was sex with him like?" Willa asked.
"We've never had sex, she's just a friend, nothing to discuss," I interrupted.
"No, I have not had sex with Zane, but I have been in bed with him totally naked. It is kind of a delicious memory I use from time to time," Tawny moaned sensually. "The thing is, what is your favorite Zane memory, and why didn't he tell you who I was?"
"Zane, do you have a favorite memory of me?" Willa questioned me.
"Your heels digging into my ass as you wrapped your legs around me and the tips of our tongues touched," I declared instantly. Willa blinked, somewhat startled at my accurate recall.
"Do you have one of me?" Tawny inquired as she came up and put a hand on my shoulder as she positioned herself to my right side and slightly back.
"Yes. It involves something about getting over 'that heartache'," I responded. Tawny squeezed my shoulder with some empathy for the memory. Willa looked to us for the context.
"Him, me and his girlfriend, his real girlfriend, on another sister's bed; we were clothed and he was completely naked and totally aroused," Tawny smiled happily with the memory.
"Zane, why didn't you jump her bones?" Willa looked me over.
"I knew I was outmatched after that first kiss," I embellished the truth.
"To be fair to Zane, he didn't have any clothes to put on and we weren't the two girls he'd been having sex with," Tawny snickered. "His confidence may have been shaken."
"I find that hard to believe," Willa joked. I huffed and started down the street once more. Willa and Tawny fell in behind me in hushed conversation that I did my best to ignore. I walked down one more block, then turned to the left and entered a more occupied area. I also noted the sign for the Fallout Shelter.
The Fallout Shelter
I looked over my shoulder and caught Willa studying me.
"Willa, do you know this place?" I asked. I figured she was actually hanging around to see if I was going to meet with Belle tonight and I was giving her some choices to make.
"It's a nice place," Willa shrugged. "More of a college crowd hangout, though."
"Tawny?" I inquired.
"I've been inside a few times but they are more of an alternative rock crowd. But since we are here, we might as well take a look," Tawny reasoned. I was sure Willa wasn't happy with that answer but she followed us in anyway.
As per custom, I was carded at the door by this solid-looking blonde guy named Bill running off toward premature baldness who could have used a few less beers and a few more days at the gym. By the look of his knuckles and face, he was familiar with fighting if not avoiding blows. He gave my new ID a cursory glance, almost handed it back, then froze. His eyes went from bored to furious in a second.
Willa pushed me forward into the club before Bill could react We had to immediately race down a set of stairs because the Fallout Shelter had cut out the first floor so that the main floor was the old basement. Around the place was a series of catwalks that let you traverse the place above the chaos.
Once on the main floor we migrated toward the bar. A band with a lot of volume and some sort of political message rendered largely unintelligible by the lead singer/bassist slurring or screaming his words was in the midst of their set so we got there quickly. Belle finished serving up beers to two girls who had this wiccan/goth thing going on, including dreadlocks.
Belle's eyes took in the three of us, then settled back on me with a wicked gleam.
"So, how did you get past Bill, who's the serious bitch, and I'm afraid I have to card you," Belle grinned. I handed her my new card. She looked it over, her grin becoming a smile. "This is a good one," she nodded, and handed it back.
"Bill recognized me but Willa shoved us past him before he could punch me," I informed Belle.
"He'll be down here soon enough. Lee, the head bouncer, knows about his temper and won't let him come down for a few minutes. Let me get you some drinks. Grab a table and I'll be right over," Belle told us.
A small group of UV kids broke away from a table. One guy got sick, his buddy took him toward the bathrooms, and the boy/girl couple took their absence as an excuse to slip off. We grabbed their seats and took in an awkward moment. It was broken by the arrival of Belle and some beers. She put one down in front of Tawny and then Belle, then put two down in front of me.
As I was figuring that out, Belle straddled me and sat so we faced one another. She had a seductive twist to her lips, part impish, part desire. She leaned in and started kissing me deeply without preamble and pushing her hips into mine. I had dire duo distraction of Belle having shed her bra behind the bar and her being in a crop-top red Harley-Davidson t-shirt.
Belle kept pushing into me so I rested my hands on her hips and tried to push her back gently. Belle was having none of that. My seat began tilting back and I opted for a more aggressive strategy. I let my hands migrate up her waist and around to her back until I hooked both her shoulders. This had the added benefit of pulling the front of the shirt tight against her breasts.
"Does this happen to him much?" Willa asked Tawny.
"You've obviously never seen the footage of my sorority tying him to a cross out in the woods," Tawny responded. "So, yes, this happens to him more than any person I've ever known."
"Does it bother you that we are both here on a Saturday night watching him make out with somebody else?" Belle inquired next.
"I don't know about you but Zane needs me," Tawny mused. "He has a severe lack of guy friends so some of us ladies have to step up and be his wingman, woman."
"Do you think he has a problem with male-bonding?" Willa questioned.
Had I not had a mouthful of Belle's tongue pinning my own tongue down, I would have told them I had plenty of guy friends in Thailand and in my old private school.
As this was going on my chair kept edging farther and farther over until it started to topple. Belle lashed out with her feet, catching the bottom of the table with her heels while her body pressed down on me. I slid my hand down her back to her jeans. I tried to wiggle a hand inside but her jeans were far too tight, a fact she gloated over.
"Sorry," Belle teased me, "but you're not getting in." Me, I've always loved a challenge. I moved my hands around, popped her top button, and unzipped her pants slowly. I imagine three of us were waiting for Belle to drop the hammer on me but she didn't. When she didn't I slipped my left hand inside the front of her panties and snaked my right around to her ass-cheek.
Belle was still doing her level best to overwhelm my breath control and take away my last breath. She might have forced me to break contact first if she had been able to stifle her own moan as my hands stroked her pubic hair and cupped her ass. Even as we went back to the face-dancing, I noticed more than a few covetous gazes being shot our way. Belle really was some kind of college-boy tease.
I could now push my hands closer together by reaching underneath her. I rubbed against her clit with my middle and ring fingers, doubling back for the sensation before dipping into her thick, creamy, and steaming-hot cunt. My right trekked down and stretched the sanctity of her anus. Belle bucked up against me several times in rapid succession.
"Should we get some ice to throw on them?" Tawny muttered.
"Maybe we should get them a private room." Willa countered. For a counterpoint to the shit my other two women were giving me, I wedged a third finger into her cunt and began stroking her sweet spot.
"Oh, hell no," Belle gasped. She stopped kissing me and dove into my ear which she worried with savagely applied teeth. I growled through the pain and increased my rhythm and depth of my attentions. Her anus gave way and I was fucking her from both sides simultaneously, causing her gyrations to become much more intense and erratic.
Belle let go of my ear and rested her chin on my shoulder in one last ditch effort to stave off her climax. I turned on the pressure and the dam broke. I lashed up with my feet to connect with the table to stop us from falling over as Belle's body thrashed against mine and she screamed into my shoulder, the biting down with the teeth I could have done without.
I was relentless and merciless to Belle now. I pinched and twisted her clit hard between my thumb and forefinger; at the same time I slipped the first digit of a second finger into her rectum. Belle hiccupped, gave a jolt, and began screaming and thrashing again. At the same time she started sobbing between screams, muffled somewhat by her fist, which she was chewing on.
With the second orgasm over, I relented and let her nestle against my chest, breathing heavily.
"I so need to get laid," Willa muttered.
"Amen to that. And to think he's next door to me every weekend with easy access to his second story window," Tawny agreed. I began righting Belle when she pressed her hands against me and sat up.
"Keep your hands were they are," she murmured playfully. "Best damn orgasm I've had in years," she directed to our table companions, "and then he stacked another righteous one on top of that. I hate to say it but Tara (her twin sister, the Sheriff's Deputy) was right about this guy; I want one of my own."
"Don't you already have a boyfriend?" I mentioned.
"Bill. Eh, he's got the equipment but he's a quick shooter. If I'm lucky, I get thirty seconds (ouch!) and then its 'get me another beer' or he rolls over and goes to sleep," Belle enlightened us.
"How is his foreplay?" Tawny inquired.
"He laps like a dog," Belle shrugged, "and his fingers are strictly in and out like a piston. Who are you again?" She addressed Tawny. Tawny finished her little spiel right when a shadow fell upon my life. Bill had arrived.
"What the fuck?" Bill growled as he took in me, Belle, and what I was doing to her, mainly pumping her fore and aft at a slow, gentle pace. "I'm going to pound you," he directed at me.
"Oh, shut up, Bill," Belle sneered. "If I'm going to steal one of Tara's men, I'm going to make it the new one. Besides, he's done more for me in ten minutes than you've done for me all year, and since he's not trying to bore me to death with all that sports talk, I guess this is time to say we are done. Bye-bye."
"You sow," Bill redirected his anger and balled up his fists. Of course, insulting a woman makes me do stupid things. I started to withdraw my hands and stand when Belle put a finger to my lips.
"Hush now, Zane," she smiled. "I got this." She looked over her shoulder at Willa.
"Is that fucking chivalry or what?" she laughed at my attempted action. Turning back to Bill, "If I have to dismount this man, I'm going to stomp your ass, and you know I can. You hit me once and I put you in the hospital, or do I need to remind you?" she said evenly.
"I got you this fucking job. I got you the fucking place you live in, Bitch," Bill snarled.
"You can keep the god-damn job and I'll be out by the end of the month," Belle shot back. Bill clenched and unclenched his fists tightly before turning and storming off.
"Okay, what was that all about?" I wondered.
"Meh, this shit was getting old," Belle told me. "I'll crash with Willa until I figure out what I want to do next."
Willa's look was not one of ecstatic expectation, I was positive that none of this had been planned out before we walked through the door.
"Belle, I hope I haven't sent you the wrong message," I started. "I am in school and it is a girl's school at that. I only stopped in to say hi." Belle returned to her rocking motion on my lap.
"Don't sweat it, college-boy," Belle grinned, "Scratch that, girl's college-boy; I do what I want, go where I want, and take what I want. So, now that you've got me off, what can I do for you?"
"You, me, and Tara in a three-way," was my gut response. Belle stopped moving and Willa looked grim. Tawny, like me, was ignorant of what I'd done wrong.
"Why?" Belle asked, with an undercurrent of menace that I didn't miss.
"You two are like a volcano and the sea, opposites that I bet are explosive and sizzling when you meet," I related.
"We are twins, Zane," Belle informed me.
"On the outside, maybe, but inside, sexually, you two are very different. You are not polar opposites but more like two separate paintings that use the same canvas and set of paints but go in totally different directions expressively," I explained.
"So who's better, Tara or me?" was her next question. Tawny snorted.
"Two totally different women. I mean, with you, I'd like to fuck you in the coat room of a black tie affair with High Society one thin wall away," I said. I could see from Belle's expression she wasn't getting what I was saying, implying that I'd hide her away, be my dirty little secret. "You in sheer black stockings and matching garter belt and half-bra, yummy."
"Whoa, I have to admit that sounds lick-able," Willa noted. Belle was also reassessing my intentions and smiled.
"With Tara, I'd like to break into a bed warehouse and test out a few of the mattresses about the place, illegal and exposed to the public view," I grinned.
"I'd pay to see that," Belle chuckled. "You are a keeper, Zane."
"You only say that because you want to stick it to your sister," I countered.
"Yeah, when I came over here, that was the main reason, but now I'm angry that she found you first," Belle bitched. "She always had better luck with the boys than I did."
"Bill was 'better'?" I wondered.
"He was a big football jock in high school and he didn't cheat on her too much. You can guess that I dated some real losers, mostly college guys like you," Belle smirked.
If you know of another college guy like Zane, spill," Tawny teased. "I want to get me one to call my very own."
"Funny, funny, funny, ladies," I coughed. "Now if I don't get Belle off my lap I'm going to hammer her here in front of the general public. Since my goal this weekend is to avoid fighting, public displays of amusement, and intercourse in general, I'm taking a walk."
"Hey," Belle wiggled in on my crotch, "I'm all partial to being fucked on the table and show all these cocksuckers what they've been missing. We might even get busted by my sister and spend the night in a cell together."
"With Deacon all busted up let's not do the jail thing," Willa chimed in.
"Let's not make it three run-ins with the law for his first 30 days at school," Tawny added.
"Three, Zane, who else has corralled your ass since you've been with us?" Belle asked.
"Officer Campbell got me when I was driving back to campus," I confessed, since I was suspicious that Christina had given Tawny some of the details of that night.
"Yeah, we know her too," Willa said. "Rumor has it she can get a bit frisky."
"Oh, come on, I was on a date," I evaded. "She had mercy on me and I left with a warning."
"You fucked her," Belle leered after studying me for several seconds. "So, did she use cuffs?"
"Front, back, top, and bottom, I left her a wreck on the back seat and she was finger-lickin' good," I unloaded. "She was fantastic. She gave my date and I all we could handle."
"You got Heaven involved?" Tawny gasped.
"Man, my life would be so much easier," I groaned, "if the people talking behind my back kept me in the loop. Yes, I got Heaven involved. It was a hell of a way to wrap up her first date night. By the way, this doesn't go beyond us; okay?" Belle looked at me intensely once more.
"Are you going to lie to me?" she whispered as she placed her forehead against mine.
"Yes, to protect you if I must," I replied beneath the thumping of the bass.
"That's my choice to make, not yours, Zane," Belle breathed a sugary-sweet beer aroma.
"Friends sacrifice a part of themselves for the ones they care about," I told her.
"Why do you care?" she asked with more than the usual curiosity.
"You are worth it," I answered. Again, there was another intense stare.
"Are you doing this for my sister?" she continued her interrogation of me.
"Nope," I kept it simple. Yet another attempt by Belle to read my soul followed.
"Let's get you cleaned up," she grinned. I pulled my right hand out slow and wiped it on my jeans. I was bringing my left set of fingers to my mouth when she intercepted me by the wrist and led me up to her lips. She sucked the juices off two fingers and then fed me the other two to take care of. I zipped her up and fixed her button before she dismounted and took me by the hand to the men's room.
Being occupied by men didn't dissuade Belle one bit. She leaned against the sink while I washed up without speaking. In fact, she remained silent until we stepped back into the narrow hallway that led back to the club floor or out back by a locked stairwell. Belle led me to the door and appeared to be thinking something over.
"I heard a sick rumor that your lawyers caught my sister and her buddy when they ganged up on you. The rumor is, you covered for them," Belle glared. "Why would you do something so stupid for someone you didn't know?"
"Do you know that I'm jealous of you?" I responded.
"Happens all the time; I'm a free-spirit that makes my own way in the world," she smiled, but it was overshadowed by her bitterness.
"No. You have a sister, you have family, someone you grew up with. I have my aunt who is from another world, essentially, and that's it," I related. "That may be why I never commit to any one person," I added. "Something in Rio reminds me of my Mom and Iona reminds me of someone I wish was family but isn't. I guess I keep looking until I find what I lost."
"Gone is gone, Zane; there is no getting it back," Belle told me, but this time she was showing some real empathy.
"Yeah," I joked, "and that is why you always drive the speed limit and park within the lines, because that is what everyone tells you to do."
"Has anyone ever told you that you're insane?" Belle's teeth shone through with her smile.
"Never, you would be the first," I lied, and by the gleam in my eyes she knew it.
It was well past one when I finally had the gang rounded up and headed back out to our rides. It took all of twenty seconds for a buzz-happy Rio to realize that Willa and a now unemployed Belle tagged along. When she did, her look was one of ferocity.
"Oh, hell no!" she snapped, and turned toward the two Warlord ladies. "I'm going to kick your ass."
"Last time I saw you, Bitch, you were half way to the city's sewage system," Belle laughed back. "Want to go the rest of the way?"
Rio surged against Mercy and Barbie Lynn's restraining hands while Willa pulled Belle back, and I ended up in the middle holding them both at bay.
"Calm down Rio, it is cool now," I told my buddy. "Belle, this isn't what you think." Speaking of thinking; I had to think fast to figure a way to turn this situation around. I'd hoped that Rio would be so happy, she'd have let it lie for the night, silly me.
"Rio, I'd like Belle to give us motorcycle lessons for the trip this summer, and to personally give you self-defense training," I spewed forth my hare-brained idea.
"What the fuck?" questioned Belle.
"Fuck that noise," Rio spat. "I don't need this dink to teach me how to fight." I wasn't sure what a 'dink' was but I doubt it had positive connotations.
"Rio, you haven't picked a martial arts instructor yet and I think Belle's self-taught style would be somewhat attractive to you," I guessed. I had no clue as to Belle's fighting background.
"I'd rather teach a goat how to use a unicycle than teach this moron how to ride a bike," Belle growled.
"I'll pay you fifty dollars an hour per four students," I offered Belle.
"She's a skank," Rio seethed. Belle, on the other hand, seemed to be coming around.
"Fifty bucks-, per four people? What would I have to do?" Belle inquired. She was job hunting after all.
"Teach them how to ride, for starters," Valarie came to my rescue, "plus basic maintenance, road lore, and stuff like that. You'd also have to teach Rio how to not get her ass kicked."
"I keep telling you people, I don't need this bitch," Rio repeated.
"Fine, Rio, but tell me, who is going to be your instructor?" I countered. "It can't be Mercy."
"Want your knife back?" Belle grinned as she reached into her boot and pulled out the butterfly knife Val had given Rio on Thursday.
"I don't know," Rio grumbled, "have you been using it as a sexual aid?"
Belle snorted. "Fuck, with Zane around, who needs one?" Belle smiled wickedly. "Two orgasms in ten minutes at a table on the club floor and that was only with his tongue and fingers."
"He'd have nailed her in the bathroom if it hadn't been for that whole 'no sex' thing," Tawny added.
"I should have stuck with you, Zane," Paige tugged on my arm. "See where you ended up?"
"Who is the ghost?" Belle asked snidely.
"I'm Paige and Zane is with me this weekend," Paige challenged Belle, bad move. Sometimes reactions pull you one way and instincts send you in another. I went with instincts and let events play out. Belle scooped Paige up under each arm and hoisted her up.
"You are what, 100 pounds? A whole weekend with him and he'd break you in two," Belle observed. "He needs a real woman, not a bit of fluff."
It was time for me to become involved. I reached an arm around Paige's waist and took her weight onto me. Belle was kind enough to let go so I swung Paige up until I was carrying her in my arms. Paige switched her gaze between me and Belle twice, then latched onto me.
"Okay, I win," Paige announced. "I'm the bit of fluff he comes to again and again, after all."
"You are the freakiest group of people I've ever seen," Hank spoke up. "A sorority president and sisters" (Leigh and Jersey had joined us), "two Warlord bikers, Christian school girls, and a porn star, no offense, Zane."
"Just another day ending in 'y'," Iona whispered. I caught that zing and snickered.
"No offense taken, Hank," I joked back. "I'd rather have the memories and suffer through the condemnations of those who don't know me than miss out."
"Dude, if you ever need a stand in," Finn added to the joy. He and Ginger had indeed hooked up again, so we were good on that front. Ginger did playfully thump him in the chest though.
"Finn, you are already sleeping on the sofa tonight," Ginger teased. "Would you rather be out on the welcome mat?"
"Thanks for letting us spend the night at your place," Barbie Lynn added to the play.
"What?" Finn squawked. "Oh, come on, Babe." Ginger detached from Finn and wrapped an arm around Barbie Lynn's waist, who reciprocated the gesture.
"Oh, come on, Babe," Ginger mimicked, "We want a little girl time, ya know, one on one." Barbie Lynn turned her head and exchanged a heated kiss with Ginger that decidedly aroused me. I hated to think what Finn was going through.
"Dudes, I'm going down to the river," Finn groaned.
"Wouldn't a cold shower be better and safer?" Leigh asked.
"I'm not going to cool down; I'm going to drown my stupid ass for stepping out on Ginger at the start of the night," Finn sighed. "I deserve this."
"That's what I wanted to hear," Ginger gloated. She gave another quick kiss to Barbie then glided back to Finn. "It's okay, Honey, I forgive you."
"Thanks Babe," Finn kissed her once more.
"You are still sleeping on the sofa when we get home," she announced triumphantly. The lesson here is, if you are ever given a choice between fighting a man or a woman; fight a man. Men beat you up, gloat, then walk away. Women hold grudges, forever.
"Any advice for our lovelorn?" Willa asked.
"Everything fades, be it fame, passion or possessions, it all goes to dust and is lost," I said.
"That's rather depressing," Willa noted.
"The exact opposite," I countered. "All you are and will ever be is defined by what you do in the next few seconds of life. That is when you can mark yourself as a hero or a villain."
"I can buy that," Belle mused. "Live for the moment." I could tell Iona was more uncertain about my words so I expanded.
"I am not saying don't plan for the future, but don't live so much for what might be that you ignore what is going on around you right now, because no moment matters less than any other," I added.
"That's my boy: Renaissance warrior-poet with the libido of Ron Jeremy," Rio jibed.
"I like it," Tawny spoke up. "What would it be like to spend the whole weekend, or a whole week, alone with Zane? I wouldn't be bored."
"I wouldn't be able to walk," Barbie Lynn giggled.
"I'd enjoy the education," Paige noted.
"I'd enjoy the peace and quiet," Vivian joked.
"Zane, you have a little bit of a fan club here," Belle smiled.
"Totally unwarranted and undeserved," I sighed.
We arrived at the water tower and we went our separate ways. I'm sure Paige and Iona wanted to talk to me but they both fell asleep within three minutes of getting in the car. I took them up individually to my room and tucked them in before letting a sleeping Jill know we'd made it back and assuring her that we'd make it to church in the morning.
Service and Supper
We weren't feeling terribly chipper when Iona, Paige and I crawled out of bed, but we were conscious, ambulatory, and capable of speech so we passed Aunt Jill's inspection before heading out to church. For Paige, it would be a new experience as she normally spent Sunday morning at FFU's Assembly hall. Fortunately, she would be exploring the experience with Iona.
My class was amusing as always. Somehow, no one had missed the little revolution we'd staged at university and there was varying levels of confusion, disgust, and anger with what 'I'd' done. Yeah, it was my entire fault because I was in the middle of 'God Made Man First' country. Oddly enough, Chris Gilbert stuck it out with me, jumping in on my side when more than two guys ganged up on me verbally.
The second time Chris parried Mr. Coleman's insinuations of my corruption away, the gang gave up and actually got down to the lesson for the week, the Book of Samuel; namely, King Saul versus the Philistines. The lesson was that God abandons sinners. I hung on to the point that even when he knew he was going to die, Saul led his army out to fight the invaders of his homeland. I doubted any of those guys would know what kind of courage it took to fight a lost cause if the time came.
"Do you make a habit of running off cliffs and into walls," Chris joked with me, then "Whoops, sorry about that, your parents and all."
"It was mountain climbing," I shrugged, "so don't worry about it. Have a good week?"
"Oh, peachy; I burned down a state park and robbed the Louvre," Chris stated, deadpan.
"Dude," I laughed, "if you are trying to compete with me let me just say 'you win' and end the contest right now. You can have it and the grief that goes with it."
"Does that include the girls?" Chris chuckled. It was odd having a real conversation with a guy nearly my age who had a clue where I was coming from.
My response was overwhelmed by the crush of young ladies around us. What followed was a chorus of 'hey, Zane', 'hey, guy', and Iona and Barbie Lynn adding a 'hi, Chris'.
"Hi there, ladies," and "Hello Barbie Lynn and Iona," followed up Chris. By the way he was looking at Barbie Lynn, I could tell that his perception of her had changed. He wasn't leering but there was a certain sexual curiosity that was new to his gaze.
Barbie Lynn caught Chris' look, smiled, but then cuddled up to me to make the situation clear enough. Chris chuckled and shook his head mirthfully.
"So is McHunky (Chris) part of the group now?" Rio broke through the politeness.
"Chris is not treating me like I'm Caine so I'd hope he'd say yes if you ask him nicely," I answered.
"I would say 'yes,' with the understanding that I'm older than all of you and like to live a slightly more private, video-free, lifestyle," Chris informed us.
"Chris," Rio inquired, "what is the maximum number of girls you would take to bed at one time, and how many would you feel comfortable dating?" I wanted to kill Rio once more, considering we were clearly being overheard as we moved down the hallway leading to the Tabernacle.
"Hmm," Chris thought it over. "Four in one bed, but I'd only feel comfortable dating one woman at a time. I'm old-fashioned that way."
"That's not a problem," Rio grinned, "old-fashioned we can cure."
"How about we respect different people for their differences, ya nut-job," I cautioned Rio.
Rio's retort was cut off by our entry into the main area of worship. Chris waved good-bye and angled toward the front and his family. With Barbie Lynn in the lead, the rest of us moved to the far side where the FFU crowd sat together. I couldn't find Jill in her regular spot but Iona pointed out she'd joined Mrs. Wellington, the Mayor, Lance, and Felicity on the second pew, a few steps up in the world.
We'd settled in after the first hymn and Pastor Bill had started the morning greeting when the two main doors to the church slammed open and a black clad woman strode in, it was Belle. It was also clear that Belle had never been in here before, had no idea where I would be seated, and was overwhelmed by the sheer number of parishioners. I don't think she cared that most of them were staring at her. She had dressed up, right? She had on a black jacket, black t-shirt, black jeans and black boots. She'd taken off her black sunglasses.
I stood up, put two fingers in my mouth the way Heaven had taught me (Orienteering class, honest) and whistled loudly as I waved her over. Belle's head snapped my way and over she came. By long-standing tradition, Iona sat on one side of me and Rio took the other. This time, Paige had supplanted Iona.
Belle decided that insinuating herself between Paige and I would require a crowbar and some leverage so she sat down on Rio instead. Rio grumbled, squeezed out from under Belle, and sat in Mercy's lap. Bill, with a final glare my way, picked up the service as best he could and droned on. Rio leaned into Belle and licked her cheek as a means of retaliation.
Belle didn't punch Rio, for which I was grateful. I made sure to put a little extra on the collection plate, for God's sake, not the church's, when the time came around. The sermon was on the Israelites and their forty years of wandering before coming to the Promised Land. I think there was some confusion between myself and most of the flock here on who was the one farthest from the expected destination.
At the end of the service my plan went into motion, with multiple women having a role to play. Oddly, despite this being a criminal endeavor, Belle was the only one close to me not involved. It was good fortune that put her at my side because with so many of the church elders gawking/fearing/lusting after her, they completely missed the real mischief makers.
"Good morning, Rochelle," I greeted the mayor's wife. She turned, smiled at me, then looked over at Belle. "This is Belle, "
"Belle Kennan," Belle finished up for me. I hadn't known her last name.
"I know you," Rochelle was clearly thinking hard. "Did you used to collect golf balls off the greens at the country club years ago? You had a sister. Your father was a groundskeeper."
"That was a while ago," Belle allowed. "Dad fucked it up with his drinking, like he did everything else. My sister, Tara, is now a Sheriff's Deputy around here."
"What do you do?" Rochelle made conversation.
"I'm Zane's, chauffer," Belle answered with a twisted grin. "Actually, I'm giving him and some of his friends motorcycle lessons."
"That sounds promising," Rochelle continued. "Belle, can I have a few moments of Zane's time?" Belle gave me a suspiciously sexy raised eyebrow then went looking for another one of my female set. "Zane, you were right about that matter we discussed. I still don't know what I want to do with the news. Maybe we can discuss it Wednesday night?"
"Absolutely," I nodded.
"By the way, there seems to be a growing suspicion that you are not a very moral person," Rochelle leaned in and whispered to me. "Apparently there is some evidence of you and some other girls, "
"I've never denied it," I told her. "I also believe that no one seems to care that I've foresworn sex for the weekend. I know it is not much by most people's standards but at least I'm trying to see how the other half lives."
"How is that working for you?" Rochelle grinned.
"Abysmally; I've been tackled, jumped on, stacked up in a shower, grappled at a party, and got a lap dance in a club," I groaned.
"You should stay home more often," Rochelle advised.
"I received the tackle, jumping, and the stacking at home, Rochelle," I related. "Maybe I should hide out at your house." Rochelle stared at me and I wasn't sure what to make of that.
"I will see you on Wednesday; take care now," I broke the silence between us. I turned and went over to the gulf of isolation that was Sahara Penny. "Hello, Mrs. Penny. You look incredibly inspirational this morning."
"Hello, Zane," she smiled, her white teeth brightening up her Lebanese features.
"I was thinking that I could do the whole dinner thing with you and William tomorrow night, if that is okay with you," I looked her over.
"Well, you could hardly become more of a pariah," she mused. "I would be glad to cook you a meal."
"Wolves may get hunted but sheep always get eaten," I replied.
"Are you a wolf, Mr. Braxton?" she teased.
"I have to be worthy of your company," I retorted, which she found amusing. "I'll see you," I tacked on before heading toward the main gathering.
I patiently waited for the main group of men to recognize my presence but today they seemed less than willing to. I must have really been a bad boy. I did catch Rio handing off a phone to Iona who was quietly but quickly working away on it. I had to wonder how long it would take for Lance to realize Rio had swiped it from him. Hell, I promised Raven I'd get her those books from George Mason's library and I was going to return his phone to him soon enough.
"Hey, my little Butt-Monkey," Belle taunted me loudly, "are you waiting on this bunch of old fuckers for something?" The conversation stopped and heads turned our way: yay me.
"Mr. Braxton," Pastor Bill snapped in a clipped manner, "when you invite some, person to our church you should consult with me or one of the deacons to see if they are appropriate."
He was pointedly ignoring Belle, which I found to be both rude and unwise as Belle was the most likely person he'd ever meet who would gladly take his underwear waistband and pull it over his head and laugh while she did it.
"I wasn't actually wise enough to invite Ms. Kennan but I should have because I was under the impression this was a House of God. I'll make her tithe if that's what you are worried about," I informed them.
"The appropriateness of you being in this church is also in question," Mayor Wellington brought up.
"How's Phillip?" Belle spoke up with a wicked sneer toward the Mayor; Phillip was one of his sons. "We had a lot of fun in high school. He was good enough to bring me by your house but he never brought me to your church."
"He would have never dated someone like you," the mayor glared at Belle.
"Technically we weren't looking for a relationship," Belle grinned, "but does that big four-poster bed of yours still have that dainty white dust curtain with the roses on it?"
"You are nothing more than a low-down dirty whore like your mother," Mr. Gibson, the county's largest furniture seller, snarled at Belle.
I wasn't sure what her response was because Gibson staggered into Mr. Lieber when I drew my hand back for a slap; everyone got quiet. Yes, I had almost committed assault in front of thirty or so witnesses who hated my guts. Oh, and one of them was a judge.
"Braxton!" Pastor William thundered.
"Hold that thought, Bill," I pointed to the reverend before turning back to Gibson, "Sir, you insulted a lady in my presence, so you can apologize to her or step out with me to the parking lot where we can settle this like men, because I'm morally opposed to causing needless bloodshed in a house of worship."
"That's it, Braxton, you,” Pastor Bill growled.
"Zane!" a different, feminine voice interrupted. "Apologize to Mr. Gibson at once."
"I apologize, Mr. Gibson," I grudgingly stated.
"I should have you arrested," Gibson grumbled.
"And I'll make sure that your little outburst with,” the woman threatened.
"Belle Kennan," Belle studied the newcomer and the girls around her.
"Ms. Kennan goes all over the internet and is flagged with every search engine with your name and the name of your store," Christina finished.
"I'll sue," Gibson fought back.
"And I'll win," Christina kept coming. "This is clearly a First Amendment issue, both speech and religion. Now are we going to play nice and respect our fellow Christians or are we going to collectively forget we are all adults?"
"He is not going to get away with this threat of force," Pastor Bill persisted.
"Pastor Penny, are we truly basing our actions and reaction on what an eighteen-year-old playboy does?" Christina pointed out. "Clearly, leadership is called for, and since you men are the patriarchs of the church, you should be leading Zane in the proper course of action."
"Mr. Gibson," Chris joined in, "maybe Zane could clean up your parking lot one afternoon as penance." I had to be sure he was helping me out here. "Gurr, alright," Mr. Gibson admitted. "That would satisfy me."
I caught sight of Aunt Jill looking my way. I half expected her to volunteer my acceptance but she waited patiently on me instead, not a good sign concerning her dependence on me.
"If it is okay with Mr. Gibson, I'll come over when he gives me a call and my school schedule allows," I said.
"I hope that settles that," Mr. Gilbert, Christopher's father, announced. "Was there a reason for Mr. Braxton waiting around us?" He was covering for his son, not me.
"I was agreeing to Pastor William's invitation to eat dinner with him tomorrow," I said.
"I will have to look at my schedule and get back to you," Pastor Bill replied in a snide tone.
"No problem, Mrs. Penny and I'll hit Zeta's tomorrow and we can work out something for later," I smiled. I turned and left before he could finish sputtering because not only was Zeta's one of the finest eating establishments in town, I heard rumors it was also highly romantic.
I took eight steps before I nearly doubled over in pain. Christina had kidney-punched me, and hard. I turned fast enough to see Belle and Christina facing off.
"Do you want to explain that to me, Princess?" Belle inquired with a false grin.
"I'm Christina Buchannan and I'm wondering what you are doing here burning through what little good will Zane has with this congregation," the woman I love sizzled.
"Zane, should I give a crap?" Belle joked. She didn't need me to tell her what to think.
"She's the woman I love more than life itself," I explained to Belle, who regarded me curiously.
"I occasionally like him," Christina remarked, "when he's not making an ass of himself."
"I couldn't let them insult Belle," I countered. "If she slapped the guy, you know they would have screwed her over."
"I don't need you to pick my fights, Dumbass," Belle mocked me. "These people and their opinions don't bother me. Hell, Mom whored around a lot and for all I know, Old Man Gibson might even be my Daddy. Now," she looked at Heaven, "why are you eyeballing me?"
"I'm Heaven and Zane's my boyfriend," Heaven declared.
"Oh, God," chuckled Belle, "when Tawny said your life was beyond description, she wasn't kidding."
"If we can all agree to get along I have one last thing I need to get done and then anyone who wants can make for Jill's," I stated. I leaned in and kissed Heaven on the ear. She finally broke her glare directed at Belle to look up at me so I kissed her on the lips.
"Are we okay, Babe?" I asked Heaven. She looked at me but seemed terribly upset by something that I was unclear about. She nodded and I broke away. Iona slipped me the phone as I approached Felicity. I now got to see if what I'd done had screwed up my relationship with her.
"Hey, Felicity, do you know whose phone this is?" I asked Lance Wellington's fiancé.
"That looks like Lance's," Felicity took the device and examined it. "It is," she confirmed.
"Are you going to George Mason anytime this week?" I inquired.
"I was going up Tuesday to visit Lance for some kind of fraternity affair," Felicity said.
"When you are there could you pick up some books for me? I checked them out but I'd have to find a way to make the trip myself and with my school schedule, that would be tough," I explained.
"Zane, how does someone from FFU get books from George Mason?" Felicity leaned in and whispered.
"I'm not breaking the law but I am doing it in an underhanded manner," I whispered back.
"Okay," she smiled warmly, if in a rather complacent manner.
"Thanks," I told her, before parting ways and making for the door. A tide of women migrated with me outside. As we split up, I caught sight of Belle putting on her helmet and sitting on her hog. "Are you coming over for supper (the midday meal in the Southeastern US)?"
"Does inviting the poor outcast chick to the house make you feel better about yourself?" Belle teased me.
"Does everything have to be about you and your vendetta against the Established Order?" I shot back.
"I bet the girls have a blast tying you down because you can be downright irritating," Belle rolled her eyes.
"We've already gone down that road with me, the cross and the sorority in the woods, so stop gloating. Now, are you coming to supper willingly or are you going to have to beat me up when I try and make you?"
"Fine," Belle raised up her hands, "when I looked up 'dumbass' and 'stupid' online, they both had your portrait under the 'images of' section. If I walk in the door, you will know I've accepted your offer. Now step back before I decide you are more annoying than cute."
I stepped back, joined Paige and Iona at the car, and travelled my dumb ass back home. Barbie Lynn, Valarie, Rio, and Mercy had already joined Aunt Jill in her heroic culinary efforts based on the talents of the microwave and a warm skillet. The parade of food was setting around the table when I noticed Paige had gone missing. As I scanned about, I saw Belle walk into the dining room, I hadn't heard the doorbell ring or a knock at the door.
"Have we locked away the good silver," Valarie joked when she realized Belle was here. Belle didn't look amused by Val's ribbing. "It's for Rio," Valarie snickered.
"Hey," snorted Rio, "Belle, you are stepping on my Bad Girl image. I'll take Grand Theft Auto and vandalism and you get burglary and guns; deal?"
"Zane,” Jill was looking for some explanation from me so I decided to see how far her new tolerance could be stretched.
"I wanted to show Belle one of the guest rooms," I stated carefully, but with authority. "She doesn't have a place to live and since we have the space, I figure she could hang out until she puts some money away for a new place. Plus you would have someone home when you got off of work and the house would be safer. Belle can take care of herself and you, if something goes wrong," I finished.
"Zane, you make my life easier one more time, I swear that I'm going to use you to redefine road rash," Belle promised. This declaration didn't stop Belle from stepping up and taking a seat.
"Jill, is that okay with you? " I addressed the female lead of the Braxton household.
"If you think it will be good for the house and make things safer, I wholeheartedly support your decision," Jill agreed. That done, I called out for the invisible Paige.
"Paige, I don't advise you to sneak up behind Belle," I warned her. "She might not be in an understanding mood."
Paige did heed my advice and appeared by me instead of behind Belle.
"Your intellect may be downgraded to 'sub-par' if you keep this course of action up," she cautioned me.
"Do what you will," I quoted, "for I do what I must."
"The blade itself incites to deeds of violence," Belle countered to Paige. "Are you really such a fucking putz that you think you can separate Zane's passions into the parts that you like from the parts that you don't? To me it seems you are wasting your parents' money by going to college yet staying dumb as dirt."
"Belle, language at the dinner table," Aunt Jill scolded Belle. I wasn't sure how Belle would take that but something else was going on at the same time. Everyone was looking at Belle too, but for a reason that had nothing to do with calling Paige names.
"What? I can't quote Homer?" Belle shrugged. "I've read Sun Tzu too. Oh, and sorry about slapping the little bitch, Aunt Jill. I hang out with men of questionable parentage."
"I apologize, Belle," Iona spoke up. "I thought less of you because of the way you talk and dress. That was unfair to you and a disservice to myself and the way my parents raised me." The apologies echoed around the table; Paige's silence being noted. I gave her one quick look, then joined the rest of the gang doling out the food and settling in to the routine of eating and dinner conversation.
Heart Song
After we ate and cleaned up the table and the kitchen, Jill took to her chair, reading a Christian Lifestyle magazine, while Iona, Paige and I sat on the sofa.
"Zane, do you think we will be able to do this again soon?" Paige asked. It was the first thing she'd said to me since Belle had arrived. I had to think about the words I would use.
"Ask me again in a day or two when I've cooled down," I answered.
"What do you have to be angry about?" Paige turned fully to me. Again, I had to search for the words. "You are the one who brought the stranger around." I took a deep breath.
"Paige, you were once that stranger that Zane brought around to the rest of us," Iona reminded Paige. "We were all once new and unknown to him and the rest of us, except Rio. She's been there at his side since the beginning."
"I would prefer to hear what Zane is really thinking," Paige sounded condescending toward Iona.
"Fine," I sighed. "I can take you teasing me, it is kind of nice and our thing, but I can't keep dealing with you not trusting my judgment. I will try to do what you want but when you ignore what I want, we need to go separate ways until something changes."
"But,” Paige went from arrogant to stunned inside a second.
"I asked you to give me a day or two to order my thoughts and emotions but you decided that you knew best," I explained. "This is how I feel right now: my life would be better without you." Paige was rendered speechless and both Jill and Iona were clearly unhappy with me.
"That's not what he means, Paige," Iona popped back into the conversation, "do you Zane?"
"What the heck does he mean, then?" Paige dry-sobbed.
"This weekend was a disaster for him," Iona persisted. "All he wanted to do was unwind and spend a quiet few hours at his home with Jill. I was only invited along because I've learned to keep out of his way when he gets in these moods."
"We had a wonderful morning and now he's acting like a total ass," Paige grumbled. "We all had a rough week and a less than satisfying weekend." Iona lowered her head, then stood up.
"Paige," Iona began as she walked over to face the albino maiden, "I wasn't aware that our school administration has been after you since day one, or that you've been beaten up multiple times, or humiliated, or had your friends threatened, or had your private life made into a public spectacle, or had someone point a gun at you, or make you fight for your life, or get drugged and tied naked to a cross."
Iona stopped for a breath.
"Please," Iona pleaded, "tell me how much more you needed a quiet weekend compared to Zane." Paige began to get all teary-eyed, oh hell. "You invited yourself along, you got the Kappa Sigmas to come over in the middle of the night, and you insult a guest he invites over to his house, his house. What is wrong with you?" Iona showed real anger this time.
Paige got up, choking back sobs, and fled to the back porch; a few moments later I followed. I found Paige curled up on the chair I had cuddled in with her that morning. I knelt down beside her and tilted her chin so that we could make eye contact.
"I," I got out.
"I understand, Zane," she hiccupped. "I've never lost at anything I have aimed for, but it's always been accolades or achievements, not a relationship. I can't give you up and I don't know what my next move has to be. I get so frustrated when I am with you and another woman shows up. I blew it. I'll be good and leave you alone." I fell back onto my ass and shook my head.
"Didn't I spank your ass over this not too long ago?" I reminded Paige. "What I was going to say was that I'm tired, stressed, and prone to saying things I know I'll regret, things like saying I don't want you around. I only wish you and Rio wouldn't love me one minute, then kick me in the teeth the next. Cut me some slack from time to time."
"Oh, God," Paige moaned, and buried her head in her arms, "you are comparing me to Rio. It's worse than I thought."
"What do you mean? Rio is my closest buddy. She'd kill for me. Hell, she'd die for me, and you can't say that about most people," I pointed out.
"Of course, she might kill the wrong person or get killed doing something I could avoid, but no one is perfect," I added with a slight smile. Paige snorted.
"She is a total nut," Paige sniffed. "I hope you don't think I'm that crazy."
"Paige, you are as uniquely crazy as you are unique," I responded.
"Can you please say something that I can understand, Zane?" Paige pleaded.
"You are a fantastic woman and a great lover. You can get inside my head like no one else I've ever known. I like the way you tease me. I am slowly getting used to you scaring the crap out of me whenever you materialize at my side," I complimented her.
"I have one guideline I do try to live by, though, and that is, come at me all you like but stay away from my friends," I stated.
"Does that include that druggy-whore biker slut?" Paige mumbled. I wasn't sure what about Belle pissed Paige off so much but I felt I had to make a point. I sprang on Paige and hefted her onto my shoulder.
At first Paige was uncertain and then she began sniffle-giggling, but when I broke through the tree line that separated my property from the Kappa Sigmas, she saw where I was heading and squealed. She was still caterwauling when I dumped her into the pool. Several of the Kappa Sigmas were sitting out in the afternoon overcast sunlight.
"You bastard," Paige sputtered and splashed about. After a second she parted the hair covering her face and scowled at me. "You don't even know if I can swim."
"If you couldn't I would have jumped in and saved you," I told Paige. She began swimming to the closest ladder. In retrospect, I should have given more care to the thinness of what Paige was wearing and what it would expose when wet.
Paige furiously stomped forward, her waterlogged clothes splashing water everywhere. I took in the view and before she got to me, she realized what she was exhibiting to the whole world.
"I'm going to kill you!" she screamed at me. I showed remarkable (and what some would say was shocking for me) intelligence by running for my life, Paige in close pursuit.
I let her catch me on the stairs going up to the porch from the yard. She shoved me down and began hitting me, really punching me with her fists. She kicked and screamed for several seconds then let out one last bestial scream and sloshed inside. By the time I got inside, Aunt Jill and Iona were looking at me quizzically. Before I could explain, Paige came storming back downstairs.
"You" she screeched, "you, played me. I, well done, Zane," she abruptly changed emotional direction. "I'll let Belle know that I apologize for behaving immaturely." Paige shook her head a few times. "I give you this round and I have to applaud your psychological manipulation of the situation, Zane." Paige leaned up, kissed me on my lips, and headed back upstairs.
"What was that all about?" Jill came up and whispered to me.
"I wish I knew," I shrugged.
"I think Paige may be too smart," Iona observed. "She sees plans in your instinctual reactions. I suddenly think Cordelia is in serious trouble in her feud with you."
After that circus, I had a reasonable expectation of a drama-reduced conclusion of the weekend. I was going out with Heaven after all. Things could still go wrong. When I made my way to my car at five it wasn't Heaven I saw; it was Hope. Mind you, Hope looked amazing dressed in white boots, leggings, below-the-knee length skirt, skin-tight shirt, and bolero jacket. I was suddenly worried about in which cultures white is the color of Death.
"Hey, Hope," I greeted her as I pulled out my phone and hit Heaven's speed dial.
"Hello, Zane," she grinned as she folded her arms and tilted her hip as she waited for me to attend to business.
"Zane," Heaven mumbled from the other end.
"Babe, what is going on? I like Hope and I owe her a date but I want to be with you right now," I said. There was a long pause.
"We agreed that there would be more of a rotation to help us deal with the stress of this school year," Heaven moped.
"Could you hurry up and come down here? Because there is something I want to talk to you about but not over the phone," I requested.
"I don't want to, fine," Heaven groaned, "I'll be down in a second."
"As a joke I tried to get anyone to bet me you wouldn't call. No one took the bet," Hope smiled.
"You are very beautiful, Hope. This is nothing against you, but I had my heart set on Heaven tonight," I told her. "Besides, at 12:01 tonight, I really, really wanted to nail her."
"You might get the chance to nail someone anyway," Hope smiled seductively. "It isn't like you are unfamiliar with my body and I certainly don't mind being in close proximity to you."
"Doesn't your Dad kill people for a living?" I questioned.
"No, silly, he's in private security. As far as I know, he hasn't killed anyone in the United States in some time, that wasn't self-defense," Hope explained.
"I'm still not going to mention to him that we are going out. He'd break every bone in your body. He's very protective of his daughters," Hope studied me for my reaction.
"Eh, he's an old guy," I mused. "I can probably take him." Hope began giggling hysterically. Heaven came running up and hug-tackled me, ending that discussion. Christina followed along at a more sedate pace.
"I am so fucking horny," Heaven whispered in my ear.
"That's not fair," I growled, "because now all I can think of his your sweaty back pressed against me as I rub my hands all over your stomach and breasts."
"Bastard," she sizzled, but she was clearly less stressed about her now. "What did you want to tell me?"
"When I got home I ran across a mutual friend," I teased.
"Who?" Heaven worried. I pulled out my wallet and retrieved a certain someone's card.
"She asked about me, but she really wanted to know about you," I said as I handed Officer Danica Campbell's card over. "She told me she misses the feel of you brushing your tits along her back and your hard cock filling her up in every way. She wants to know when you, and maybe I, can stop by."
Heaven's eyes grew wider as she looked from the card then over to me several times.
"I, uh, really?" Heaven questioned. I nodded in the affirmative.
"If you feel like it, call her and set something up and I'll tag along if you want me to."
"Remember, I'm busy Wednesday nights," I suggested. Heaven now seemed positively ecstatic.
She gave me one more long kiss, skipped over to Christina, showed her the card and began hurriedly whispering to her. Christina shot me a curious look then smiled, giving her seal of approval to my little gift to Heaven. As those two turned the corner, I walked over to Hope.
"Thank you for waiting, Hope," I said, as I took both her hands in my own.
"I fully understand Zane. Loyalty is not one of your failings and it wasn't like you recoiled at the sight of me," Hope teased. "Now let's go." I opened her car door and held it open so she could get in, then went around and got in my side, started things up, and left campus.
"So, what's the agenda for tonight?" she inquired.
"There is this place on Carver Street that sells the thickest hamburgers we've ever seen, or so I'm told," I related. "After that, we walk around UV campus until 7:30 when we catch the noir film classic A Woman's Face. I've never seen it but I heard it is about the dual nature of women as both nurturer and spirit of vengeance." Hope seemed intrigued so I counted that as a win.
We had barely beat curfew coming through the gates but neither Hope nor I seemed ready to call it a night. I had my own reasons for wandering around FFU's campus and if Hope had any ideas about my intentions, she kept quiet about them. It was nearly eleven when I led my date up to the Solarium. Thankfully, the lights were out and some of the sofa-beds were occupied.
We tip-toed to my room around the Chinese screens, revealing my actual sleeping station to be miraculously unoccupied. Barbie Lynn, Rio, Mercy, and Vivian had all bowed to my wishes to be alone tonight. I turned around and pulled Hope to me.
"Yes?" she whispered. "Are we finally up to something because you've been picking this moment with care? As your Marksmanship instructor, I approve. As a woman keenly expecting masculine attention, I'm getting a bit frustrated."
I let my lips do my talking, starting at her finely crafted lips, then moving to her earlobe and the spot right below that. That turned out to be a magic spark for Hope and she began systematically throbbing against me. When I tried to pass farther along her neck toward her shoulder, Hope grabbed the hair on the back of my head and returned me to that place.
A little tongue action in conjunction with my lips elicited a grunt from the lady.
"Ugh," Hope gulped, "Right there, just like that." Since we were having a serious disagreement about who was in charge here, and I was losing, I moved my hands from her hips. They traipsed along her side, tickling her, and I moved them simultaneously to both breasts.
Hope did an admirable job of body control but her nipples were the great betrayers. They popped up like a 'just right' indicator on a Thanksgiving turkey. Her bra felt simple but thin, so a vigorous stimulation of her nubs produced unbeatable results for her. I alternated between caressing her firm yet pliable breasts and rubbing and twisting her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
"No, no," she panted softly. She wasn't begging me to stop. She was forcing her stimulation under control by will alone. She was raising the threshold of her climax and I was going to have to really work to overcome her resistance. That was the game with Hope; she was a female tiger, uncertain if the male before her was a worthy mate to submit herself to. Hope wasn't looking for a partner; with her, all battles had winners and losers.
I didn't plan to lose and just like she had all the aces where firearms were involved, I had the vastly superior experience in giving and receiving pleasure. Speaking of which, I detached my left hand to Hope's right and pulled it down my torso in a steady, serpentine motion. The destination wasn't my crotch but my belt buckle.
Hope once told the club that she was trained to field strip her rifle in the dark with her right (main) hand tied behind her back. She certainly didn't disappoint me with her removal of my buckle and her rapid whipping out she managed with my belt. I confidently returned my hand to her breast. Hope countered by stepping up with her right leg between mine and her left leg on the outside so she could start some bump and grind action against my upper thigh.
She worked my zipper open and my pants partially down before she began to squeeze and stroke my intensely anxious cock.
"Oh, that's nice," she purred.
"I'm thinking the same thing," I panted my response. Hope used her one free hand to push off from my chest.
"I want to feel it, on my lips and tongue," she breathed through her nose as she spoke. "Barbie Lynn won't stop licking her lips when she talks about your semen on her tongue and all Heaven does is blush, look down, and have this annoying little smile on her face. It is driving Chastity and I nuts."
"That's nice; now hush up and take off my clothes," I ordered calmly. This was sort of the test for what I was aiming for with Hope.
"You want me to take off your clothes?" she questioned. I replied with a nod. Hope studied me for a second, not my face and intent, but in preparation of her approach to stripping me.
Hope slowly tugged my shirt up, looking me over as she coaxed my arms up so she could eventually take my shirt off.
"Zane, are you,” she was surprisingly hesitant, "are you going to make me, clean you up, after we have anal sex, with my mouth?" Oh, that was the problem.
Heaven and Barbie Lynn did ass-to-mouth for me but it didn't seem to gross them out. Hope would have found the very idea disgusting before she met me but now she was unsure, and Hope hated being indecisive over any aspect of her life.
"Let's not worry about that tonight," I assured her. "I have other plans for you."
To be continued in part 22, By FinalStand for Literotica.