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In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.
“Some masks hide who we are. Others show who we want to be”
I could bowl Mercy over with a feather. Rio and I are doing the same social mechanics and come to the same conclusion. There are three reasons to marry a gay guy;
1. money,
2. social pressure and
3. camouflage.
Felicity doesn't need the money, so we simply assumed it to be number two. We totally missed the other reason; Felicity is a lesbian. Rio takes it in her slow and easy style. She walks up and puts Felicity in a gentle Mercy, Felicity, Rio sandwich.
"I am going to have so much fun breaking you in," Rio whispers affectionately to Felicity. "When you get good at it, I'll let you play with Mercy, she likes to be played with but you have to be firm. Do you like it firm and hard, my most favorite and annoying little Ass-Tramp?" Subtle like a freaking tsunami. Mercy recovers from her shock to nod her head vigorously.
"What about Barbie Lynn?" Felicity inquires with velvet hunger.
"She's Zane's," Rio informs her. Felicity looks a bit disappointed. "Zane shares her though, so don't expect her to fall in love with you," then leans in and up, "but you'll find out her lips, titties and ass are to die for. Now let's go back to my room and let me show you some things," Rio grins, looks over her shoulder and gives me a wink. Who's room?
Barbie Lynn pats my ass then skips after the trio.
"We are going to lube up Mercy and try out some of the basics," Rio instructs Felicity. "We'll see what intrigues you then I'll send you home with some toys to practice with and, well, loosen you up a bit. Mercy didn't become fantastic overnight. I had to work on her a lot. See,” and the conversation is drowned out by the rest of the students on the floor.
No one has batted an eye about Mercy, Rio, and/or Felicity either. Maybe I really am the downfall of the Judeo-Christian tradition after all. Rio is taking responsibility for Mercy. Mercy just stepped out to the World as her true self, a tiny, tiny step anyway. Barbie Lynn is playing Dorm Mother in spades and in a manner way beyond the Handbook's job description.
Valarie, Vivian and Iona have gathered together then when Vivian finger-beckons me over. I saunter over to see what's going to go wrong with my life next, and if they have any Tribbles hiding there I'm going to burn the little bastards in the sink. That's not what brings me over.
"All the Advocate-candidates have been approached and agreed to serve," Vivian seems amused to inform me. "They want what little ceremony exists to be performed and the Advocates sworn in at 9pm."
"Has someone worked on an Oath of Office," I groan. 'To one's self be true', what else can I say?
"It seems some of the prelaw students actually had a little contest and they've put something together," Vivian smiles warmly. "It has been downloaded to your phone, it is under Advocate Oath of Office."
"Why are you being such a smart ass?" I look her over. "Hasn't my day been bad enough?"
"Zane, have you seen your phone log for the past twelve hours?" Vivian asks me. I have been ignoring my phone, in fact. I check it now and I bless those hard working Taiwanese and the huge memory capacity they've put in my global lifeline; otherwise my phone would have melted down hours ago.
Fuck, I have phone calls from people I don't even know, who live in, France, Germany, Brazil and Belarus? I rack my mind to remember where Belarus is, blonde-haired, blue eyed Slavic ladies, now I know! The viewing of Star Trek humiliations seem to be universal but at least they don't know my name or face. There is some serious Time Lord Mafia paddling over this one. They've used my damn private phone number.
"When do you think you'll talk to Rio," Iona asks cautiously.
"I'll take care of that right now, while she's feeling happy and playful," I comfort Iona. "Besides, it could be worse; everyone is looking for a pudgy Sasquatch, not me." The three ladies all stare at me. "Oh fuck," I groan.
"Well," Vivian looks away (oh hell), "the footage sort of shows you taking a shower plus your name and phone number."
"But your transformation into is a fur-ball is truly precious," Valarie comforts/mocks me. "All my gal-pals out West think you are so cute; Phoenix, one of my Mom's jailbird friends, even used the 'too cute' emoticon and I didn't even think she knew what emoticons were. She sent it to all her buds still in lock-up too."
"Great, I'm popular in a women's correctional facility, at least it is in another state," I sigh upward. I pray to God that never becomes relevant. "Hell, I have a housewife in Belarus she wants me as a house pet."
"What does she look like?" Valarie seems curious.
"How would I know?" I am somewhat offended. Valarie takes my phone but I don't resist too much. She scrolls a bit then hits the number. "Don't call her," I bark. Valarie laughs then hands me my phone back.
She shows me the 'entirety' of the girl's message. Nice bikini, or what there is of it and I can't imagine it being too practical that far north. She is divorced, with a one year old son, 22 years old and fresh out of college with a job as a PR specialist for a real estate development firm. She also speaks seven freaking languages, I feel like such an underachiever right now, or male underwear model.
Maybe I'll make her a pen pal ~ she's a half a world away. I should be safe. Right now I can't play it safe though; I have to go play with Rio and I know that violates my health insurance under the 'feeding dangerous animals' clause.
"Zane," Iona offers to take my phone so I give it to her (why should I distrust her right?). Her delicate little fingers fly across it then she hands it back. "You now have a fifteen minute warning," she is trying to be helpful.
"Paige seems to have vanished," I request, "so when you see her, tell her to give us some peace please." The three of the saner women I know give me a nod.
I round the final screen and there is my sleeping platform. Barbie Lynn and Felicity are examining a stunning large collection of sexual aids (that my credit card must have paid for), which Rio is sedately explaining to them, sort of what you would expect from a Mary Kay or Avon saleswomen. Mercy is bent over the bed, pushing up her ass by standing on her toes, skirt and panties gone and surreptitiously undoing her blouse buttons when she thinks Rio isn't looking.
Mercy even flashes a precious grin my way when she sees me. It is the 'Weeee! I'm about to get fucked' look. While amiably chatting away, Rio puts her hand over one of Felicity's hands and leads it over to Mercy's flank. Felicity puts up a token resistance.
"Do that again and it will cost you," Rio purrs. Felicity stares at Rio's feral nature, seeing her truly for the first time then obeys. "Good girl," Rio coos in Felicity's ear.
That reminds me what I've forgotten to do today, the air filters. I look around the various wardrobes for some sort of precision tool like a baseball bat, crowbar, sledgehammer, fire axe or chainsaw, I have a cricket bat? What the hell am I doing with a cricket bat? Isn't that the National sport of India; is it even played on this continent? It may be one of a kind; I'll spare it.
"Zane!" Rio snaps. Apparently she's been calling my name for a second or two.
"Yeah Bro, what do you need?" I answer. I'm not being attacked by someone so she must need something from me.
"Felicity is self-conscious about being naked in front of us girls," Rio grins. "Could you pick out a swimsuit for her that is conservative and demur?" In Rio-speak that means three small circle Band-Aids and some dental floss.
"What color would you like Felicity?" I ask. She says white; I groan because when you sweat/drip on white it becomes translucent. Maybe she's teasing me.
I pick out a Rio-approved set (she has a whole drawer labeled 'Slut Wear' after all), hides it from her until I walk around and hand the 'suit' to Rio.
Top lesson:
1. Rio is in charge.
Rio approved approves the look suit then hands it to Felicity.
"You expect me to wear this?" Felicity gasps.
"That's going to cost you Sweet-cheeks," Rio grins wickedly.
"I can't wear this," Felicity stammers. Rio puts a finger to her lips to stop Felicity from saying anything else.
"I apologize, Ms. Tolliver," Rio nods, "I think you are in the wrong place. Thank you for the books; good-bye now." Felicity is looking back and forth between Rio, Barbie Lynn, Mercy and me. Barbie Lynn gives Felicity a friendly shrug; I mirror that gesture while Rio takes up a medium lavender dildo, a bottle of lube and pours an expertly delivered thin stream on the tool and Mercy's asshole as if they are one. She's pointedly ignoring Felicity.
Felicity is a 'Prom Queen' type and now some jumped-up freshman has dismissed her like she is nothing; I doubt that has ever happened before. On the other hand, Rio is brazenly open with her sexuality and sexual desires; a freedom Felicity has always felt denied her. Felicity almost makes a crucial mistake but I catch her starting to form the words 'I'm sorry' to me but I redirect her with a tilt of my head.
"I apologize," Felicity whispers.
"Zane, could you take over for me please," Rio says. I step around to her far side and start working my dildo slowly into Mercy's rectum. She wiggles her ass playfully to the intrusion. Rio steps up to Felicity, rises up on her tiptoes and grips Felicity's head firmly but gently. Rio tries to kiss Felicity but I can tell the taller blonde's jaws clench and her body stiffens.
"One last chance," Rio insists. She lets the implications sink in then kisses her again. It is a close thing but Felicity finally breaks down and let's Rio's tongue master her tongue, mouth and lips. Felicity moan eradicates a decade of repression and denial and it is with some reluctance that the taller blonde lets the short, darker Rio settle down. Rio presses a finger to Felicity's lips again.
"This is going to be the last time I'm nice to you for some time," Rio begins. She stops Felicity from speaking once more. "Zane and I are closer than family, he's number 1 in my book; there is no other. I will call you whatever I want to call you and you will not talk back. My safe words are 'That fucking hurts' or clapping your ankles together if you can't speak."
"Mercy is mine; hurt her and I will bury you, my hand to God. Outside of that, I will use you like I want to. I will show you things you've only read about, make you dress in clothes that terrify you, and press you as hard as I can because I care about you Felicity. Are you a virgin?" Rio inquires.
"Yes," Felicity moans somewhat frightened.
"Your vaginal virginity is yours, your oral and anal virginity are mine," she explains. "When I say come over, don't make excuses, bring your ass to wherever I am. I am going to be hard on you and give you to my friends to play with because it amuses me, clear? Are you okay with this; if you aren't, this is your last chance to back out because I will hunt your ass down after tonight."
"I can, I'm okay with this," Felicity says with less trepidation.
"Okay Bitch," Rio growls, "Take off your shoes, panties and skirt; pick out the paddle you think you deserve to be spanked with and bed over the bed. That shirt better not be in the way. Oh, you are leaving your bra with me tonight, go home without it. You only wear panties if you have my permission as well."
"Yes,” Felicity falters.
"Call me Rio," she clarifies. "I'm not afraid of who the fuck I am. You've looked down at people like me all your life and now you are going to be as degraded as what you wanted me to go through. Payback is a bitch."
"Yes Rio," Felicity confirms softly.
"Well, get to it," Rio snaps and swats Felicity's ass. "I want to waste some time on my beautiful, wonderful, annoying slut here," she moved to Mercy, "and her tricky little self has been taking off her clothes without my permission." The slap Rio plants leaves a red handprint on Mercy who exhales contentedly at Rio's attention. "Oh, you've been a naughty little fuck-slut, and you are wetter than the damn river," Rio whispers in Mercy's ear as one hand pumps the vibrator in her ass and the other strokes her wet cunt.
Yeah Rio, that's putting the fear of God in Mercy, right. Felicity takes the most-wicked looking paddle available and I've never even seen Rio consider using.
"Bro, we have a meeting at 9pm so we need to break it up in about an hour," I give the bad news.
"Zane, damn, take over Mercy once more; I trust you with her but I want tears and if you could get her to bite up a ball gag, I'd appreciate it," Rio asks. Mercy has been placated and her position with Rio affirmed. She's a happy little Bottom once more because Rio finds her annoying, which means 'love' when translated into sane people-speak.
"Barbie Lynn, warm her up for me," Rio requests of the blonde bombshell as she falls on Felicity's behind's like a Bedouin dying of thirst. I can see Felicity about to turn and plead for Barbie Lynn's attention because she mistakenly believes BLT will be hesitant. Boy, she's in for a surprise. Barbie Lynn's thumbs push the base of Felicity's softly resistant ass up and apart.
Barbie Lynn is lapping like a dog at Felicity's cunny alternating flicks of the tongue along the labia and short, rapid intrusions.
"What kind of sick masochist are you?" Rio snarls, waving Felicity's chosen paddle before her eyes. "I use this to crush the skulls of rogue water buffaloes; where was I supposed to hit you; on the asses of your ancestors cause that was where you were headed? What the hell was this even doing in my collection anyway?"
"Also, what are you doing with your bra still on? I'm going to want those bad boys milked before you escape tonight," Rio grumbled.
"You didn't,” Felicity starts to protest even as Barbie Lynn twirls her toward orgasm.
"Shut up!" Rio hisses. "Barbie Lynn, teach her a lesson." Barbie Lynn frees up one hand long enough to give her one 'moderate' spank. "Where is Paige; I need her nimble, spider-like finger of Evil."
I can't seem to spot her so Paige is forced to clear her throat, she has carefully hidden herself behind my, pillow; she's hiding by the simple expedients of being in semi-darkness and being very still. It is so eerie I almost love her, love her.
"Jesus H. Christ," Rio jumps. "I'd put bells on you but I'd probably end up with them in my cunt, now that actually, focus Rio!" she chastises herself.
"Paige, help me strip my latest toy down and give her nipples a stress test," Rio requests.
"Deal, but you need to do me one favor," Paige starts crawling over toward Felicity.
"Sure, now get snappy," Rio urges her on as starts to pull Felicity's shirt over the girl's head.
"Forgive me for forcing Iona to help me and the Time Lord Mafia," Paige cashes in her favor immediately. It is all the more self-sacrificial in that I suspect Cordelia kept Paige out of the whole plot.
"Bitch," Rio seethes at Paige, "if you messed up Iona I'll still find a way to make you pay, I promise you."
"You granted me a favor," Paige reminds Rio cautiously.
"Zane, do something," Rio pleads.
"I've already sworn not to make the responsible parties pay, beyond what Cordelia has already granted me," I grin. "I get Paige's ass whenever I want, how often I want, until the end of October," I add.
Paige lowers her head and trembles with fear and anticipation; the 'threat' of anal sex is something Paige and I are working through plus, since Paige fears it, Rio will love the fantasy vision of Paige squirming on my 'meaty pole', see Barbie Lynn's thesaurus. Rio can't get away from Paige fast enough, falling into the narcotic pleasures of Mercy's treasures.
Rio is often misunderstood; pain is a daily part of her life brought about by her blatantly aggressive lifestyle and the wraiths of her past. Mercy isn't in any danger; she could hardly be safer at the moment, figuratively speaking. Mercy's ass and cunt are getting a workout to the point I'm afraid that Rio is going to shove that dildo all the way into Mercy's colon and Rio's tongue might end Mercy's 'pesky' virginity by tongue-muscle action alone.
Paige shoots me a sad smile before she gets on her back and starts sliding under Felicity. When they are face to face, but running in different directions, Paige and Felicity exchange some wistful kisses.
"You are beautiful," Felicity moans down at the pale pink lips and snowy skin of someone who is working both overtime at being my lover and more importantly, a friend to my group of friends.
"I know," Paige responds confidently before wiggling her way further under Felicity.
Soon she has the first taste most likely anyone has had over of her breasts and nipples. I can tell when Paige draws in the first full gulp of tit because Felicity goes off like a bronco mare with a cougar cub on her back. She is making deep, guttural moans but at least she's not screaming her head off.
"Rio, do you want Felicity to taste my tits?" Paige asks. Rio is being petulant.
"Rio, if you want I'll never talk to Paige or Iona again because they are both Time Lord Mafia and they all had a part to play in this," I declare. "I know of only one who didn't, and if she's my sole friend with them after this, so be it, but you have to let me fight my own fights alone from time to time and let me decide what counts as a victory."
"Fuck the bitches," Rio pops up, much to Mercy's astonishment, "One is more than enough."
"Fine, Iona is out Rio. The only one who didn't have a part in this morning was Paige," I tell Rio. "I'll go tell her that you two are done, but I'll have you know she was operating under my orders, sort of. I told her not to go against Cordelia and she did as I asked."
Rio seems truly conflicted for the longest time then she drapes herself over Mercy's body.
"Honey-hole reach back, take over and keep yourself going or I'll make you feel up each Karate Club member during practice Monday," Rio purrs to her lover. Mercy hastily obeys because I think something about the way the situation playing out intrigues her.
Rio shuffles down to Barbie Lynn, Felicity's posterior and Paige's head.
"You fucking lied to me you freaky douche," Rio declares venomously at the albino Paige. Paige wisely keeps silent, there is nothing positive she can say. SheRio plants four resounding smacks on Felicity's exposed bottom.
Felicity squeals, distracting Rio momentarily.
"You'll pay for that, you skank," Rio hisses at Felicity. "Paige, how fucking dare you disappoint me," she growls. "How dare you act above my expectations; you are almost a human being," Rio finishes - as if the term 'human being' is as horrid a term as ATF agent or fashionista.
Rio stands up and views her domain. Mercy is going all out though she clearly misses her Top and Felicity is panting herself toward another, more prolonged climax.
"Barbie-licious, would you take care of my prize for me; you know what she likes," Rio requests with a hint of her normal madness.
"Paige, give her some nipple-age and I'm going to break in Felici-hump's whore-hole." For the English-speaking public that means (I think) that Paige is to open her own shirt, unfasten her front-access bra and lead Felicity's lips to those translucent, succulent breasts I find so tasty. Felicity is clearly in a sexual buzz; otherwise she might spend precious minutes trying to figure out that Rio just declared her intention to introduce Felicity to anal sex of the strap-on variety.
"Hey, pansy-boy," Rio mocks me and my reclining majesty, "get over here and give me some of that magic tongue and finger work that will turn her back into a straight." That's just mean.
"Please don't make me like men," Felicity stammers. Her eyes are glassy and feverish. Rio smacks both buttocks this time and Felicity squeals louder.
"You don't get to talk, you listen," Rio commands. "You are a perfect lover, a lesbian," Rio explains from some teasing twisted core. "We simply sleep with men to control them, but I don't want you sleep with Lance without my permission, is that understood?" Felicity keeps her words within her lips as well as going back to use another one of Paige's nipples for further succor.
This is just bizarre, the bi-sexual is demanding/empowering the lesbian to not sleep with her gay fiancé, I couldn't write stuff this weird and then avoid rehab.
"In fact, Zane has an in with your future Mother-in-law and she'll tell him if she even suspects her baby boy is having sex with a woman," Rio double-pumps her eyebrows at me.
Rio doesn't 'know' that I'm having sex with Rochelle Wellington; Felicity's soon to be MIL. We do both know Lance, the fiancé, likes playing with other men's cocks. We have the video file to prove it too.
"You step out on me and I'll sell you to that sorority next door to Zane's house for a weekend," Rio threatens.
Felicity isn't Mercy, she's repressed while Mercy is perverse (by outside standards). Full exposure to the town at large frightens Felicity because she doesn't want deal with the social consequences of being labeled homosexual. Mercy is actually afraid of her sexual proclivities themselves as well as the real physical danger of exposure.
Once Felicity finds her own identity her relationship will change, in essence she'll never replace Mercy in Rio's heart. There is never going to be that vulnerability and utter acceptance that those two have. Felicity is going to be fun and in time I think Hudson Lane may be a better match as a companion. Hudson and Felicity are adults where Rio fights adulthood with every breath.
Rio's choice in strap-ons is odd to say the least; the only time Rio had shown it to Mercy, Mercy had been afraid, afraid that Rio would waste their time on something so, unimpressive. Until I noticed Mercy's distress that morning I didn't think Rio had something so, (training wheels?) in her arsenal; this was what Rio picked to break Felicity in. No one knows my buddy like I do.
Rio is still working Felicity's bunghole over with a sole finger when she leans over the tall slender blonde's back. Rio uses one hand to cord that long hair until it is one thick mass, and then she pulls it back like a corded rein. It isn't until the tip of the dildo nestles into the cusp of Felicity's sphincter that Felicity figures out what's about to happen.
"No Rio, please, I don't want this," Felicity panics.
"Sssh," Rio coos, "it is going in and I'm going to teach you how."
"Rio, I don't," Felicity trembles.
"Why?" Rio whispers her question. 'Why is Felicity afraid of this violation' is what Rio is aiming for. They stay there locked and silent. After a minute, Rio picks up her actions.
"When I begin to thrust forward, I want you to use your inner muscles to push back," Rio says tenderly. Rio goes forward and Felicity tenses so she stops. "Relax, it won't hurt, only feel funny," Rio assures her. Not always true but,
This time things culminate with Felicity gives a sharp gasp followed by a whispered sigh.
"Okay," Rio murmurs to her prey, "I am tired of doing all the work. You need to push back now," she continues. "Come back against me you cunt-loving whore." Felicity bucks slightly and shakes her head.
"No, no," she pleads at barely above a whisper herself.
"It's okay," Rio runs a hand along Felicity's spine. "You can come back later if you like. Your ass is mine but I'll wait for you to give it to me but, no cunt for you to taste or lips upon your cunt until then Felicity. I'll be taking care of Barbie Lynn for you". Rio winks at me, "Or more likely you are leaving her for Zane, man that he is; you know she'll get addicted to that cock eventually." Bang! Felicity looks heart-shot.
Felicity starts working Rio's artificial cock down her asshole. Rio looks at me and gives the best 'Home Alone!' face I've ever seen. She's floored that Felicity has been sucked into our mad circus. She then puts both hands on Felicity's hips.
"Slow down Felicity, and welcome to the club," Rio grins down at her. Felicity rests for about thirty seconds then Rio spanks each flank. "Giddy-up now; you still have four inches to go."
"I thought I could stop," Felicity whined. "You said,”
"You stopped; I let you stop," Rio sneered, "Now I'm telling you to back your sweet ass up." I'm going to give Rio a Janus mask for Christmas. I'd get her medication for her insanity but I know she'd eventually slip it into my food no matter what.
"Come on now Felicity-Sugah," Barbie Lynn joins it. "You always had such a gentle hand training me in Karate. It'd be a crying shame if no other girls got to feel the way you made me feel. You have always been so strong, be strong now."
Felicity rotates her head somewhat foal-like and stretches the hair Rio is using as a rein before she pushes back again.
This time when Felicity stops Rio slaps her ass lightly. My buddy also grins madly at me and mouths 'I am so going to Hell over this' then giggles. I mouth back 'Right beside you'. Felicity is finally all the way back and resting when Mercy begins to shudder violently.
"Holygoddamnfuckingpieceofshit!!!!" Mercy howls into the sheets. Barbie Lynn hammers her bunghole and mangles her clit so much that she repeats the phrase three times in rapid succession and all the time she looks as compassionate as a mother changing a newborn. Felicity takes that inspiration and runs with it. Rio is pulling back with the strap-on when Felicity pushes back hard.
Rio pushes her forward and rotates her hips for more of a sensation before snatching up a slender blue paddle that seems more flexible than rigid. She quickly makes good use of it, stinging Felicity's rump and making the ride home for her interesting. Paige starts flicking Felicity's clit but that is more than Felicity can take.
Thankfully she releases Paige's right tit before she clamps her teeth and bows her back up and down multiple times as orgasm hits her. Rio has to grip Felicity's hips tightly to not be bucked off and she's loving it. Felicity collapses on Paige but I quickly roll Felicity on her back, Rio's strap-on slides out painlessly, so I can pull Paige to me.
Paige and I exchange a heated kiss while Rio unfastens the dildo, lets it fall to the floor. Rio crawls on the bed, hooks a finger into Mercy's collar and forces the exhausted beauty to follow her farther up the bed. Rio reclines against the headboard with Mercy resting her head on her Mistresses stomach, hair cascading over Rio's stomach, crotch, and thigh as well as her own face. Rio is running her hands through her lover's hair with an affection few at the school would believe.
Barbie Lynn decides to take her own approach with Felicity. She mentioned experimenting with girls before meeting me on the day I first moved into this dorm, downstairs and a long, long time ago it seems. With the fear that permeated this place, it was probably furtive touches at night in bed with your roommate or a quick grope in the showers.
Felicity barely has the time to register Barbie's presence before Barbie Lynn has Felicity's legs up, bent at the knees and cunt full exposed. Barbie doesn't dive in, instead crawling onto Felicity's body until they are face to face. Felicity gets this surprised, I can't believe this is finally coming true' face, the Barbie Lynn's lips are pressing hers.
"Hey Honey-Trap," Rio snaps playfully, "what do you think you are doing with my Thing Two?" (Note: Never combine Rio and Doctor Seuss on You Tube; legions of little minds will be forever corrupted)
"Give it a rest Rio," Barbie Lynn looks up and grins at my Bud, "Felicity gets a time-out and she gets to have it with me, are we clear?"
This is not a fight I'm stepping into and Rio, Mercy and Barbie Lynn know it. Barbie Lynn doesn't ask for much from Rio and is pretty tolerant of her so now that Barbie Lynn is making a stand and,
"This is really hard on her," Rio says affectionately. "Take your time."
I leave Barbie Lynn and Felicity to play and carry Paige around to the far side of Rio. Paige is coiled around my body so I doubt she could be happier outside of 'bouncy, bouncy'.
"What's going on Babe," I whisper to Rio. "What's your game?"
"Don't tell anyone because they won't believe you but I've been reading," she tilts her forehead against mine. "I've been reading the diary of an actual dominatrix by the firelight of me burning 'Fifty Shades of Someone Stupid'."
"You are right," I snicker, "no one would ever believe you actually read a book." She punches me then Mercy shoots me a weak blow to the ribs.
"Hey you," Rio tapped Mercy's nose, "who said you could get in a fight? I think someone is getting hog-tied and ice cubes rubbed up and down their spine." Mercy shivers happily.
"Do you want to do anything like that with me," Paige purrs.
"I want to sneak into your parent's room and fuck you hard on their bed in every position we can think of," I state calmly, as if I've given it great thought. Paige's dampness streams down onto my left hip and thigh as she shivers in delight. It is all about knowing your partner. This forbidden act knocks her right out of the ballpark.
"Are we, you and I, any closer?" Paige murmurs.
"You know who has my heart, Paige, but we are closer, if that matters," I tell her.
"When did that happen?" Paige smiles up at me.
"About fifteen minutes ago," I kiss the tip of her nose.
"So I had to lie to a total nut-job to save another friend of yours and risk a beating to take us a step forward, and it wasn't the black leather micro-mini," Paige moans as finds the perfect spots on my chest and lap to settle into. It is a precious few minutes we share, with Rio alternating tender caresses with pinches to the nipples and slaps to the breasts, buttocks and thighs. Mercy makes mewling little sighs in response to both sets of gestures.
Felicity has finally rolled Barbie Lynn over and engaging in every less-than-vanilla sexual act she thinks she's missed over the three years she's known, showered with, and competed with my Georgia Honey-box. By the play of Barbie's right hand, the thick, sloppy sound that's emanating from between Felicity's thighs and Felicity's shortness of breath, Barbie Lynn is driving her former classmate made with lust.
"Bro, can I turn Mercy into an ice cream dispenser? Sort of 'squeeze these wonderful titties' then scoop out some Neapolitan from her cunt," Rio snickers my way. She loves yanking my chain, and Mercy's, from time to time.
"No! That has to be cold as hell and you may not make Mercy poop or pee dairy products," I command, "Rio-saurus Rex!"
"Oh, that's gross," Rio dares to look offended. "I would never put ice cream up my favorite Lust-receptacle's butthole. That is for the ice cream cones."
"Fine, you may not stuff Mercy like an éclair," I clarify. "I'm putting my foot down and if Paige and I have to do full body cavity searches to make sure you behave, so be it."
Felicity erupts through her final orgasm of the night, her body twisting and stretching as sweat drips off her body. Barbie Lynn keeps subtle control of Felicity's body which is both touching and frightening, she's getting sexually wound up and she's going to corral my cock and drive it up her ass, my approval being optional. The dirty, sexy look she shoots me is as good a piece of proof as I need.
"I can't have you two touching my bitch without supervision," Rio states angrily, yeah right. "I'll have to check out all her opening once you two get done, a triple check." Mercy looks over toward Paige and me. Her eyes are open wide with lust and anticipation.
"I suppose we could simply trust Mercy and take her word for it," I tease.
"No," Rio goes off, "I can tell you right now; she's one sneaky little slut."
"I don't trust her," Paige nods. "The pretty ones always need to be kept in line, harshly." Mercy merely shakes her head vigorously in affirmation of her devious and untrustworthy nature.
"Where are you people from?" Felicity pants through her fatigued smile.
"The People's Republic of None of Your Damn Business," Rio slaps Mercy's thigh.
"We keep Rio in a steel box," Barbie Lynn pets Felicity's left nipple. "The rest of us are regular students. Okay, Zane's a tad irregular, but he means well." My phone buzzes from the far side of the bed.
"Time to wrap it up team," I give out the bad news. "Felicity, you can sweep step out with Barbie Lynn to the shower, different showers because giving the freshman student body an alternative lifestyle exhibition is not an option for tonight. The rest of us will give it a few minutes and go out and pretend the world is a normal place."
"Felicity, I want your bra and panties up here on my pillow," Rio demands. "I'm going to use them to bind up Mercy tonight. She's been, umm, mediocre so I'm gagging her with that boring underwear and hooking her hands over her head with that sad, old bra of yours."
"I thought you only wanted my bra," Felicity questions?
"Spank her for me BLT," Rio growls. Barbie Lynn gave gives three sharp, alternating smacks on each ass cheek. Felicity bites her lower lip and whimpers. "No back talking now F; I said no bra tonight, but also no panties ever without my approval." Felicity nods. Barbie Lynn takes Felicity by the hand, over to the towel closet then leads her somewhat reluctantly out into the main floor.
"Rio, did I do you a good turn," Paige asks. Rio thinks that over for a minute, making small circles in Mercy's hair.
"Yes, yes you did, you albino deviant," Rio allows.
"Can I have Mercy for my use for one night sometime soon?" Paige requests.
"That's not how it works," Rio scolds Paige after a few seconds. "She's mine to use, no one else's. I can have someone use her for my pleasure but she's a damn human being, not a bean-bag chair. I will give you this though, because you can be so incredibly stupid about people, I'll let Mercy know that it would make me happy to see her with you; how is that?"
Mercy is resting on her head on Rio's lap, so she clearly hears what's going on. Rio is really the best friend in the world, and one of the best people I've ever known. I can live with the crazy.
Homecoming.
So,
it was Friday, Homecoming Day at FFU, and several dozen of us were not
doing what we were supposed to do but I wanted this headache taken care
of before the rest of the day's festivities. All the Advocates were
gathered as was Ms. Goodswell, as a Student Advisor. Other people were
gathered to observe the spectacle and guessing which way I would jump.
This first major crisis of my role as Mediator since the creation of the Janissaries wouldn't have been complete without Iona, my trusty sidekick, and Rio, my chronic pain in the ass & truest friend. In fact, Rio was the reason for this meeting. She had been given the writing assignment of 'place the writings of a juvenile story into an adult setting'. The train wreck wasn't hard to foretell.
Rio had chosen four works of the late, lamented Doctor Seuss (if he wasn't dead he would be after reading halfway through Rio's creation). Rio had attacked the project with a gusto that made Ms. Tucker, her English instructor, hopeful that Rio was finally fitting in (read: conforming). Rio turned in the pornographic Tales of a Cat with a Really Big Hat on Tuesday.
Ms. Tucker had flunked the effort and dragged Rio down to Doctor Victoria Scarlett's office but that senior educator had volleyed this time bomb into my lap. I promptly told them to pick an Advocate and get back to me after dinner. Rio Talon/Christina Buchanan's argument had been that the vagueness of the instructions allowed for a liberal interpretations of the assignment.
Athena Varna (representing the rest of Ms. Tucker's class)/Joy Jefferson had argued that the standard was what 'any reasonable individual going to a Christian school would find acceptable' as their defense, which meant that it wasn't acceptable in their opinion. Two days of mediation went nowhere and I wasn't going to let this matter fester through the weekend.
I had called all the concerned parties to join me after breakfast and received Doctor Scarlett's blessing for missing Assembly where many of the students and their families were gathered in our daily religious/social function.
"Okay, I've given the matter serious thought and I saw merit to both arguments but I found Ms. Jefferson's argument to be the more compelling," I led off. "We live in a society; each person should be free and act with freedom but that cuts both ways, we have to give our society some support to retain our harmony. This is my judgment."
"I would hope that since Rio did make an exceptional effort in her creative writing work that Ms. Tucker would consider allowing Rio one additional week to make up the assignment since this is one-quarter of her grade and her effort, while misdirected, was acknowledged as a vigorous attempt. That is my suggestion anyway," I said hopefully since I wasn't sure if I could instruct a teacher in any manner, much less order a do-over for Rio.
It took a few seconds for my words to sink in. This was hardly re-writing the Charter of the Commonwealth of Virginia but it did mean I'd ruled against my best friend and the woman I wanted to marry and several girls looked at me in some disbelief that I hadn't gone that way.
"Thank you Mediator," Joy was the first to offer me her hand, and she was still technically the enemy, being in the Traditionalist faction here at school.
"Your argument carried the day, Joy. I'm pretty sure there was no favoritism involved," I smiled.
"I will get you next time," Christina came up and shook Joy's hand. She turned and clasped my hand after that. "You were wiser than I thought you'd be," Christina winked to me.
A few people came by and went through the same routine until Rio approached last of all. She hit me in the shoulder causing multiple heads to swivel our way.
"You threw me under the bus Bitch," she laughed.
"Don't look so surprised," I rubbed my shoulder, "you built the bus I rolled over you with, ya Deviant."
Iona gave me a shy wave right before she slipped out to go meet her parents and most of the girls did likewise. Finally it was Ms. Goodswell, Christina, Faith, Rio and myself.
"Faith and I will polish off the minutes of your final decision Zane," Christina said before turning her imperious head away and leading Faith out to do what seniors do.
"So, are you two going to be hiding out all day?" Virginia Goodswell looked Rio and my way.
"I would but two dozen over-eager and overly-endowed students have asked Zane to be available to meet their ancestors or some other such cheesy crap," Rio ranted. "Besides, I'm sure there is some law or ordinance that causes the rest of you to never leave me alone."
"Yes Ms. Talon," Ms. Goodswell said with some gravity, "That is the Self-preservation Act of 1908. You are listed under 'Elements with Corrosive properties."
"Woot!" Rio hollered, "I'm a corrosive influence!"
"Thanks Virginia," I addressed my teacher and Spiritual Advisor, "like she needed more ammo."
Goodswell laughed and headed out toward the main campus while Rio and I headed for our dorm.
"I think I'm going to become a superhero," Rio teased me. "My X-ray vision will vaporize the panties off of unsuspecting stuck-up babes."
"Wasn't there a time when heroes were heroes and villains were villains; none of this gray crap?" I half-grinned.
"Zane," Rio sounded exasperated and but motherly aka Ma Barker, "you keep saving girls and they keep kicking you in the teeth."
"I look at it as opportunity to get back up again," I smiled.
"That's called masochism, look it up," Rio sneered.
"Let's go to my room," I said, rather redundantly, as we'd reached the elevator door and I'd hit the button. Rio became oddly close to me as we got on board and even let me wrap an arm around her. For me, being parentless today required I convince Aunt Jill that parking would be a bitch and I'd see her Saturday night, we had our first Marksmanship outing tomorrow morning in Kentucky, so I'd would be back to have dinner with my sole family member.
Rio's parents hadn't asked Rio if she wanted them to come. They hadn't made any contact at all, denying Rio the ability to scream at her parents and tell them to 'fuck off'. Adding to the misery, Mercy's parents were here and everyone in our close circle had convinced Rio that being close to Mercy would be disastrous, in the belief that Rio had poor impulse control, imagine that.
When the end of Assembly sounded and the parents began exiting the building to join up with their kids, we proceeded to my Solarium level of the dorm. The parents would meet their girl's friends, teachers, & the key members of their various clubs. We opened my 'vault' door and Rio led me upstairs then gave a start.
I slipped around her to see what the problem was, Cordelia Dresden. To her credit, Cordelia and her Time Lord Mafia had either been behaving or doing things in such a sneaky manner as to avoid my notice. Besides the three of us, only three freshmen girls occupied the rest of the floor, leaving us effectively alone.
"Hi Rio!" Cordelia led off, "Zane, I only want you to know you have our full support," was her cryptic statement that I was still digesting when Rio hurled herself at the slender brunette. Cordelia cried out as Rio toppled them both to the floor. Rio rose up on her knees and slapped Cordelia across the face.
"Get her off me," Cordelia screamed as she raised her hands to defend herself.
"What's the fucking secret you're hiding?" Rio growled.
"Yank Rio off me right now. Zane," Cordelia snapped as she took a second slap to the cheek. "You know what I can do."
"Cordy, Rio wants to live free or die trying; so you might want to consider your next words carefully," I shrugged. "She prefers to exist free of fear. Rio, I'm going to the shake dispenser; do you want something?"
"A strawberry shake sounds good," Rio smiled as she began pinning Cordelia's wrists down.
Once she finished that maneuver, Rio glared triumphantly down at Cordelia.
"Great," Cordelia met that glare with one of her own, "what's your next brilliant plan; a little sexual assault to go with your brazen attack?"
"Nope, I'm going to drool spit on your face and ears Cordelia-baby," Rio answered then began swirling her tongue in her mouth to gather up her first glob of spit.
"Zane," Cordelia pleaded.
"Rio, let her up," I requested (Rio knew my vocal tones). "She's agreed to help you with your Mercy problem." Cordelia had done no such thing but Rio would need help dealing with her lover's parents and Cordelia could be a powerful ally.
Cordelia could lie her way out of things, except she would be lying to me and our trust was a fragile thing. If it was just Rio, Cordy would lie in a heartbeat but I believed I was somewhat special to her. Cordy said nothing and Rio got off of her. It wasn't Rio's style to offer Cordelia a hand up even though she knocked her down.
Rio joined me making shakes and grinned evilly.
"Cordelia, do you want a shake," I called over to her.
"Peach," she replied. Somewhat reluctantly she walked over to us. Cordelia, like Rio and me, had no parents coming.
"So, are you going to tell Zane what your secret is or do we go for the best two out of three falls?" Rio sneered.
"Let it be Rio," I nudged her. "It isn't something bad. If it was bad, she would have coughed it up already."
"I don't know what you see in this wacky Whore," Rio asked me, with Cordelia standing beside us.
"She's Ra's al Ghul to my Bruce Wayne," I explained. "How can I step beyond the streets of my own personal Gotham without her?"
"Wait, does that mean I'm Harlequin?" Rio mused.
"No, you are the Joker, Rio," Cordelia huffed, "and yes, that makes Mercy Harlequin."
"Cordy, there are times I wish you weren't so evil and manipulative," Rio observed.
"Titles such as Evil, like genius, are the hobgoblin of small minds," Cordelia countered. "Zane sees that, which is why I tolerate the rest of you."
"You just want to play jockey to his thoroughbred," Rio snorted.
"Never said I didn't," Cordelia bantered. Rio stole a look toward the door so I leaned into Cordelia.
"Thank you," I whispered. Cordy nodded.
"Pist," Rio hissed. "Iona is here with a slightly larger version of herself and two guys who look vaguely related to her as well." I looked over and there was Iona pointing what had to be her mother my way. She didn't look furious but she wasn't beaming sunshine and happiness at me either.
"Scatter," Rio whispered. "Pissed off Momma on the way," before dashing off behind the showers.
"I'm gone," Cordelia gasped playfully, took her peach shake and slunk away.
Iona
"Mr. Braxton?" this conservatively dressed woman with a slight build and shoulder length black hair addressed me. I'd seen a few pictures of her on Iona's Facebook page.
"Mrs. Beckett, I am Glenn Zane Braxton, but please call me Zane. Your daughter is one of my closest friends." She seemed to mull that over, whether to be stiff or to give me a chance.
"Zane, is there a place we can talk in private?" she inquired.
"Absolutely," I nodded; then led her to the far corner and sat down on a sofa with her so that we could both look out over the changing leaves on campus.
"Mr. Brax, Zane, what are your intentions with my daughter?" she came right out with it.
"She was my second friend here and constantly supportive of my often precarious situation and she's never asked for anything in return," I stated. "I'd paint her house if she asked me," I continued, "or drive across country to help her move. She's that great a friend." I didn't brag about killing or even hurting someone for her, though I would, because that wasn't the kind of extreme friendship her Mom was looking for.
"Very well, Zane; but I am worried about you and Iona in another way," she sidestepped. "You are an attractive young man and there are rumors that you have several girlfriends on campus."
"I think I can answer the real question with three statements of my own; the only person I have ever called girlfriend is Heaven Vickers, a senior here.
"I love Heaven's best friend, Christina Buchanan, and they are both aware of our relationship. Second, your daughter is the second-smartest, most level-headed, and most forward thinking young woman I have ever met; you have done a wonderful job raising her," I related. "Lastly, I have offered to have sex with your daughter twice and she's said 'no'."
"You did?" she studied me intently.
"And she was naked in bed with me both times. She's seen me have sex, too, but she's decided that when she's ready, she'll ask me and I'll say 'yes' because I'm positive that she will pick the moment when it is right for her and no one else."
"Wha, what?" Mrs. Beckett's eyes grew wide. "Naked in bed with you? And nothing happened?"
"Yes; but I felt safe because I trust her," I said calmly. "You have to admit she is diligent and organized and she's not going to simply jump feet first into anything."
"I have to admit I was afraid you were taking advantage of my daughter's kind nature; but you seem oddly frank about everything you two have done. I admit I expected you to be, more deceptive and evasive," she mused. "Do you have sex with any of the girls on campus?"
"Tons; though thankfully, things eased off with midterms approaching," I smiled.
"Is that so," she said in a clearly questioning tone. "I want you to understand that Iona thinks the world of you. She writes home every day, and you often figure in her experiences, though I knew she was editing some things, like why she appears to be friends with Ms. Talon."
"When we started out, Rio and I were doomed to be expelled but Iona joined with us and together we survived some really rough times."
"I recall getting several letters from the Chancellor from that time. Was Iona in any danger?" she asked.
"Yes, she got a pair of bloody knees but please believe a whole lot of us were looking out for her," I responded. "Trust me, Ion has a fair number of friends who appreciate her numerous qualities."
"Mom," Ion called out as she came over. "I hope Zane hasn't been scaring you."
"Iona, it is only that you didn't have many friends in High School," her mother smiled at her daughter.
"Mom, I had no friends in high school, but Zane gave me the courage and opportunity to come out of my shell," Iona interrupted.
"Zane says you two have been sleeping in his bed, naked," Iona's mother met her daughter with an even gaze.
"Yes," Iona blushed furiously, "but I bet he's also informed you that we haven't had sex," she leaned into her mother, "and there he lied."
Mrs. Beckett stared at me, a bit peeved.
"Mom, that is only because what Zane considers sex and what you would consider sex are two slightly different things. Suffice it to say, I am still a virgin as far as the marriage bed is concerned," Iona assured her parent. "And I have Zane well in hand, because I have control of his phone."
"I keep telling you that smarts count for more to in life than a model's good looks," Iona's mother reminded her daughter.
"I'm glad Iona has both," I chimed in. Both women looked my way then grinned.
"He is such a good friend, Mother; that I forgive his exaggerations," Iona reached over and kindly touched my cheek.
As that gesture ended, Iona's face grew shocked.
"Mom, I think we need to go see Mrs. Worsham's class now, if we are going to get everything taken care of before lunch," Iona hurried her mother.
"It was nice to meet you Zane," we shook hands as we both stood as well.
Hope
I followed Iona's gaze and my heart stopped. It was Hope, looking so do-able in her school-wear. With her were a petite woman, smaller and maybe a bit heavier than Hope, three more little Hope's in descending age and lastly, a male version of Hope, but this one was made out of Lego bricks, really big Lego bricks, it was Yeong Song.
Yeong Song had charisma in spades; he wasn't the Angel of Death, he had grabbed that punk by the short and curlies and taken over his job. That was how he appeared to me at that moment. Oh yeah and he was looking right through me. As if on cue, Hope smiled and whispered something to her father and they both came my way.
Imagine a choreographed interpretive dance troupe; you had Hope's three younger sisters spread out over the middle half of the room, having fun with some of the few freshmen girls that were hanging around. Yeong was like his eldest daughter in the way they moved, you could tell they were walking toward you but I couldn't recall their feet moving or even hearing footfalls.
That was probably just my fear speaking. From personal experience I knew Hope was human with all our frailties and imperfections, she was simply more perfect than most.
"Father, this is my good friend Glenn Zane Braxton, who is known by the name Zane to both his friends and enemies," demurred Hope.
"Zane, this is my Father, Major of the Republic of Korea, retired, Yeong Song," she introduced her father to me. I extended my hand, he took it in a granite grip and gave it two sharp shakes. I stood there like an idiot but at least my heart was beating and I was breathing again.
"Your pulse is racing young man, your palms are sweaty and you are staring at me with dilated pupils," Yeong noted dispassionately.
"Well, since I've lain down with your naked daughter for a variety of bedroom antics on several occasions; I naturally assumed you had come here to kill me," I blathered.
"You have been naked with my eldest daughter," he said in a way that could be contrived as a statement or a question.
"You didn't know?" I groaned. I wondered if this counted as suicide.
"You have honorable intentions toward my daughter," he informed me. Huh?
"No," I gulped. "I was thinking we could fool around, mainly."
"I understand you are the last of your line," he glared at me. Uh oh, wait.
"You know who I am, so you must have already been told by Hope what's really been going on," I breathed a sigh of relief.
"See Father, Zane's not dense," Hope hugged her father's arm, "he's simply terrified of you."
"I noticed," Yeong almost smiled. "Mr. Braxton, I don't mind you seeing my daughter socially, but please learn at least to fight as well as my youngest daughter, she's nine."
"You learn from people who are better than you, not from people you are better than," I tried to interject some wisdom into my pretty abysmal effort to date.
"Daddy," Hope pleaded hopefully.
"Mr. Braxton do you know the difference in combat between you and a highly skilled warrior?" Mr. Song said in an eerie penetrating voice.
"Ten years?" I shrugged because I didn't have a clue what the answer should be.
"No Mr. Braxton," he came on with that nightmarish calm, "you don't know when to stay down." Now I was a little pissed. Being able to take a beating was one of my few martial qualities.
"You are wrong," I let my anger seep through. Hope's face lost all expression.
"You always get up, you never stop fighting until you can't anymore," I grumbled. "If that means I have to break your Precision Hands of Death on my face, so be it."
Yeong Song turned to regard his daughter; he finally let my hand go.
"He'll do," he told Hope, turned and walked toward where his youngest daughter was playing.
"What was that about?" I whispered to Hope who looked equally confused.
"I don't know, except, I believe he decided you would lay down your life for me," Hope studied my face as she finished that conclusion.
"As the old paraphrased saying goes 'I would rather kill for you' but yes, I guess would risk death to keep you safe," I smiled affectionately. "You are my friend."
"You are lucky so many of your friends are better trained than you are," Hope snorted in amusement, "or you might not live long enough to graduate from this place."
"Yes," I snorted back, "that's my grand strategy: hang out with girls who can beat me up."
"Stick with it," Hope nudged me, "it seems to be working for you."
"If you see my wounded ego crawling around today; kill the poor bastard and put it out of its misery," I joked back.
"Oh, do you know that guy Vivian is bringing this way?" Hope nodded toward the kitchenette.
"That has to be Vivian's boyfriend," I groaned. "This is likely to be less painful than your dad but more humiliating."
Vivian
"I'll be close by in case he starts beating on you," Hope winked before slipping away.
Vivian and the somewhat reluctant young man entered the cube-ish area where my sofa and several chairs looked over the campus. We both extended hands simultaneously.
"I'm Thomas Wayne Meyers," he said and gave me a strong grip. He was brown-haired, fairly well built, and clearly could have been happier.
"Hi Thomas; may I call you Thomas, I'm Zane Braxton," I jumbled a sentence together.
"Vinnie has told me some things about you," he began.
"Listen," I broke in, "it's all my fault, I took advantage of her so please don't be angry with her because she's one of the nicest, sweetest women I've ever met." The guy blinked.
"Vinnie told me she took advantage of you since she was your official guardian," Thomas went from being uncertain to appearing amused. "More like she tried to take advantage of you but you resisted."
"Oh come on," I threw up my hands, "that's not even remotely believable. Vivian is hot; we both know she's hot and I'm way far removed from a monk of any stripe. If Vivian threw herself at me, I'd be all over that in a heartbeat."
Vivian snickered and Thomas returned to confused for a moment then laughed too.
"I appreciate your honesty Zane and I agree, I'd be all over that too, but I'm willing to wait for our wedding night," Thomas confided in me. How much of their history he knew Vivian had related to me was uncertain. I knew of his mistake but it wasn't my place to bring that up.
"Cool, let me know when, and I'll throw you the bachelor party," I offered.
"Oh Hell no!" Vivian squawked. "The last thing I need on my wedding day is to get a phone call from Thomas in some South American jail telling me he needs bail money."
"Come on Vivian," Thomas chuckled, "it might be nice to have someone along who knows how to throw a real party."
"No," Vivian shook her head, "Zane, parties, prison; they all happen way too often."
"Hey now," I pretended to be offended, "I'll have you know that my record has improved. Now 60% of my dates are law enforcement free and I'm getting better."
"Seriously?" Thomas looked from Vivian to me.
"Zane, how many of the police officers between campus and downtown Lancaster know you by your first name?" Vivian grilled me.
"Umm, those two guys who patrol the Southwest side of campus, I don't know them," I answered honestly. "But I know just about everyone else."
"No Thomas, he is not planning your bachelor party. He is highly irresponsible, insanely rich and hangs around with scurrilous friends," Vivian informed her beau.
"I hang around with you," I point out.
"I am assigned to hang out with you," Vivian reminds me.
"Would you stop hanging out with me if someone was assigned to replace you?" I inquired.
"No way," she winked then motioned about the room, "I'm not giving up all this for a small two bedroom dorm room. I'm not an idiot. If I want a soda, or orange juice or a fruit pastry at four in the morning, they are right out here, plus I never sleep alone so I'm always warm."
"Who do you sleep with?" Thomas stuttered, half expecting more boys to come out of the woodwork.
"Mainly Barbie Lynn Masters and Valarie Palmer," Vivian replied. "Don't' worry Thomas," she stroked his arm, "I'm not turning into a lesbian or even bi-sexual."
"They are like sisters that make me feel safe, except they are sisters who don't resent me being the oldest or who steal my stuff," Vivian added. Thomas eventually looked back to me.
"Do you ever touch the wrong woman at night? In bed," he clarified.
"Define the wrong woman because the thing I like most about being in my bed is the faint hope that I'll get an uninterrupted night's sleep," I responded.
"I mean, are the other women with you so much better looking than Vivian that,” he started to say.
"Stop right there; women aren't something you place on a scorecard going from one to one hundred. How do you compare the shapeliest thighs with perfect hips, or a dazzling smile against the richest lips?" I quizzed him.
"Thomas, if I roll over at night and groggily rest my hand on the small of Vivian's back, trust me, I will know the difference between her and other women, I'll apologize and move away. The overriding aspect of our relationship is my respect for her," I told him. "She's a good Christian woman and she's my guardian and nothing else compares to that."
He studied me and nodded. Vivian smiled at me and I could tell this was going about as well as she expected it to. Sure her boyfriend was going to stay a bit jealous but that was probably a good thing because he was pretty good-looking too.
My phone rang which was unusual because Iona usually caught such things.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Braxton, this is Ms. Marisol Reveal. The Vice Chancellor requests that you pick up three lunches from the Dining Hall and show up at her office at 12:10 pm today," Marisol informed me.
"Sure Ms. Reveal, will you want the flounder or the vegetable soup?" I asked. Iona was good at keeping me up to date on important things, like food and Pay-per-View events.
"I'll get the soup and an extra helping of okra," she answered.
"Done deal," I signed off and found him looking at me.
"Are you a part-time maître de?" Thomas seemed amused.
"Long story/short version, I occupy a position here called 'Mediator' and it requires me to make certain student body suggestions and to check in with the Vice Chancellor," I explained.
"Vivian, do you have a job title? That could look good on a resume," Thomas pointed out.
"Chief Zookeeper," Vivian delivered deadpan.
"I was going to say Animal Wrangler but that might be more of Mercy's job description," I smirked. Vivian rolled her eyes.
Barbie Lynn
"Zane," Barbie Lynn called out. Thomas turned around and stumbled.
"Oh Good God," he rasped as he took in a bevy of beauties and one young man. One was obviously Barbie Lynn looking every bit as scrumptious as when I chased her down the stairs this morning. She was coming our way with enough titty tantalization in her movements to cause all kinds of circulatory problems.
Vivian elbowed Thomas in the ribs to remind him of who he was here with.
"Hey Barbie Lynn," Vivian and I said together.
"This is Thomas Wayne Meyers, my betrothed," Vivian added.
"Hey everybody," Barbie Lynn turned to present her silhouette looking so good I nearly missed what she said.
"This is my younger brother, Jefferson Davis Masters; his twin sister, Laramie Persephone; and my Mother Savannah Belafonte Masters," she introduced her family, "This is Vivian Philips and Glen Zane Braxton but he goes mostly by Zane."
"Hi," Thomas and I said somewhat dreamily.
See, Barbie was a hot-looking woman just past twenty but nature had been bountiful to all mankind in more than two ways.
Laramie just turned eighteen. She’s a firecracker blossoming into a high explosive. Her hair had a bit more body to it than Barbie's, her face a tad thinner but that made her lips all that much more luscious. Her physique was just as sporty and by the shapeliness of her legs I could tell her sports excursion of choice was Soccer.
Savannah Belafonte will be forever seared into my mind as Southern-belle-o-fuck-me, because her cup size was two bigger than her eldest daughter's but childbirth had also widened her hips proportionally. Her body was a work of art so lethal that it would kill a Le Mans victor, off the track, fucked in the bedroom all the way to Heaven by way of Utopia with his trophy used as an ice bucket for the champagne.
She seemed delighted to see me, and I knew I was delighted to see her.
To be continued in part 29, By FinalStand for Literotica.