*Birds are made beautiful by their plumage but divine by their flight*

(Once more, thank you frontma for editing)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

Sharing Umbrellas

Tuesday: My schedule which the Chancellor had been set in stone, had me in sole custody of the fifth-floor bathroom from five forty-five until six, so I was grateful that only six girls were waiting for me when I arrived. At some level I was sure they expected me to say something and I was pretty sure they hadn't really articulated what they wanted. I said nothing and edged past them.

The bravest one, Opal, followed quickly after me, though I had that special moment of taking off my robe in front of her as I readied for my shower. Somehow the blood of Homer's Amazons had entered this school's student body because Opal met my bluff with her buff (body) and crawled under her own water stream once the water was steamy.

As I started washing my hair, I caught sight of another girl moving in on my far side. I did my best to remain nonchalant and managed to get my hair clean before they made their move.

"Zane," Opal asked innocently, "would you wash my back?" I smiled, nodded, and took the bottle of liquid soap from her hands.

I poured some into my palms before placing the bottle on the closest shelf. I started rubbing it onto her shoulders and down her back. The placement of our bodies was complicated by my emergent erection. I worked my way down her back until I touched, then parted and cupped, her ass. I pressed my body against her back with my penis taking a few moments decide on whether it would go up, in, or in between. Finally it slipped up until my cock rested warmly on her back.

Opal was totally overtaken by events and simply stood there as I slowly rubbed my body up and down against her back. She looked over her shoulder speculatively as I reached past her for more liquid soap and poured some into my hand. Bottle put aside, I shared the soap with the off-hand before starting to rub down the front of her shoulders.

"Put your hands behind your back," I whispered into Opal's ear. She was initially hesitant, then started putting them behind her back where she brushed against my cock, and again before she wrapped her hands around it and began slowly stroking it with a soapy grip. While she was working on my morning wood I made slow circles down to her breasts.

Her nipples came alive under my fingertips. I first coaxed them, then plucked them, and finally pinched them tightly as I handled the rest of her breasts roughly. Opal began panting, moaning, and undulating her whole body against mine. I couldn't stop myself from kissing her on the crux of her jaw and neck.

"Ooohhh...Ooohhh...Ooohhh..." Opal began to gasp. I felt her body start to tremble under my touch so I hunted for that most sensitive place with my tongue and bit into that spot on her neck sharply. Opal slammed hard into me, bouncing up and down on her toes like some sudsy, hot vibrator against my penis...if only I had the time.

"Aaahhh..." she sobbed in joy. Even after the orgasm settled, Opal kept gyrating against me.

"This wasn't what I had in mind," Opal moaned. Whoops!

"My apology," I told her, and started separating from her, but she held firm.

"Oh, no, you don't. Maybe you misunderstood me. This was more...much more than I expected. I'm glad you are superior to your hype. Can we do this tomorrow morning?"

"Hmmm...how about we see what comes up then?" I evaded. As I backed away, the girl on the other side held out her soap bottle expectantly. "Sorry, but I need to get out of here before girls...other girls show up," I explained to her.

"Brigit; my name is Brigit," she filled me in. "Can we do...that...tomorrow?" By 'that,' I assume she meant my version of the soapy body rub.

"Okay," I said, "how about calling Iona and figuring out how you ladies want to handle my shower visits...though I would like to point out the Administration believes I'm in here alone."

"Do you want us to stay away?" Opal asked cautiously.

"Opal, Brigit, I would rather go through life minus one testicle than miss spending time with any of you ladies but I don't want anyone unwittingly getting into trouble because of me," I answered.

"Since you need to be going," Opal teased, "let me help."

"I'll help too," Brigit insisted.

I'm going to be a while deciding exactly how I rate being shaved by one girl while getting a blowjob from another at the same time.

My facial expression caused Rio to laugh at me as I came back down to answer the door. It was around six thirty and I had only recently gotten back and put my school uniform on.

"Either you've been hit by the world's softest two by four or you've already had sex at least once this morning," she chuckled.

"Hey, Rio, Iona – come on in. It isn't like I could stop you," I joked.

"So, did you take her temperature, kick up her heels, or give her an attitude adjustment?" Rio teased as we headed up. Iona looked confused and expected me to be either equally confused or give her an explanation. I was confused, which made Rio laugh louder.

"Taking her temperature equals blowjob; kicking up the heels is straight-up fucking, and attitude adjustment is anal sex...jeesh, people," Rio berated us. Once we came to my island of civilization in the wilderness of the Solarium, Iona looked around curiously; this may have been the first men's bedroom she'd ever seen. Rio walked over to my bed, was about to plop down in it, then studied it for a second and gawked at me.

"Damn, Zane, what happened last night? How many girls did you have up here?" she grinned maniacally. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"One," I admitted. "How did you know?"

"Peach lip gloss and teeth marks on the pillow...several sets, so, You Go Boy!" she explained.

"Plus, your bed smells of Vaseline, baby oil, sweat, Secret deodorant, and a good deal of fuck juice – the female variety. Then there is the matter of..." she drew forth a long blonde hair..."you not being blonde."

"This was not on the list!" squawked Iona. "Lip gloss...teeth marks?"

"That means he fucked her ass long and hard, Iona," Rio explained to her far less experienced classmate, "and she came back for more...and more."

Iona stole a look my way, hoping I'd deny everything, but I made eye contact with her and nodded. She looked disappointed in me, which oddly made me feel bad inside.

"Snap out of it, Iona," Rio snorted. Iona still looked hurt. "What is more likely, Zane went trolling the lower levels for a girl to sex up, or a girl snuck up here and jumped him in his bed?"

"Oh," Iona gasped, now more pleased. Apparently, me being nearly raped in my own bed was okay with her. From my point of view, I can try to understand women or I can appreciate them for what they willingly offer me. If a woman wants me to treat her like a Sphinx, I'll leap at the challenge. One day I'm sure I'll find a woman not worth this kind of effort but I'm not there yet.

I had finished getting dressed and was making toward the stairs when the door at the bottom opened and Barbie Lynn came bounding up. She took in my two companions without missing her stride before bouncing up to me.

"Hey, Zane," she purred. "I wanted to make sure you hadn't overslept."

"Thanks, I appreciate the concern, but I slept great last night. Waking up feeling that good is always a pleasure. How did you sleep?" I responded.

"I tossed and turned," she pouted. "I was missing something I couldn't put my hands on. If I can't figure out what that is I'll be up pacing the halls well past midnight tonight."

Rio stepped behind Barbie and made a gagging motion.

"So, Barbie Lynn," Rio requested, "do you have any lip gloss I could use?" Barbie turned around and pulled a micro-jar that she handed to Rio.

"Mmmm...peach flavored," Rio revealed vindictively. At some point I am sure Rio will show restraint; my challenge now is living long enough to see it.

Rio spanked Barbie Lynn hard on the ass and the Dorm Mother yelped in surprise and pain.

"Ow," gasped Barbie Lynn, glaring at Rio. I moved an arm around Barbie and pulled her close, a gesture she comfortably molded into.

"I'm sorry," Rio snickered, "but you have such a wonderful posterior BLT, I know it is a sin if no one appreciates it."

"BLT?" I cautioned Rio, and by that I intoned that the next spanking was likely going to be administered to her by me.

"Barbie Lynn Tease," Rio grinned, daring me to step up. As I handed my book bag to Iona, Rio squealed in delight and raced down the stairs. I was right behind her and I would have undoubtedly caught and punished her on the fifth floor if not for one thing.

"Zane, I'm here for your breakfast duty," a sophomore I was to learn was named Emanuela commanded – Handmaiden's Duty. Technically she should wait until I was outside, but...eh. They nailed Rio seconds before she could turn and gloat at me.

"Front or back?" I politely requested of Emanuela, who was thankfully on my schedule.

"Front or back?" she wondered.

"Do you want me to carry you like this?" I asked, as I swept her up in my arms. She was light enough, including book bag, for me to make it to the Dining Hall without too much effort.

"What is back?" she gasped.

"Piggyback," I explained.

"Oh. I like this way much better," she informed me. I started making my way through the crowd when I caught sight of Barbie Lynn and Iona coming down the stairs. Seeing my situation, Barbie put an arm around Iona and whispered something to her. Iona was already carrying my books and I had the feeling that Barbie knew I liked Iona so she was going to look after the small freshman for me.

Breakfast came and went and I found myself cornered and 'forced' to escort another girl to Assembly. She asked me if I'd prefer being covered with whipped cream or honey. I reminded her that whipped cream was cold but honey left a sticky residue – I suggested trying icing. At Assembly, the heavens broke and a hard rain set in as we got ready to disperse.

The problem came when it was realized that many girls hadn't packed an umbrella. The answer for most was to take an umbrella from a freshman, which I found unsatisfactory. I had a sudden burst of insight as the first freshmen girls paled at the thought of being soaked through to the bone. I grabbed Iona and then made a beeline for Christina.

None of what followed would have been possible without the understanding of a girl I didn't know, Pandora Jaspers. Her plan was for me to take my umbrella and cover us both as we went to class, but when I told her 'I have a plan,' she nodded and went along for the ride. Certainly we were a strange group that approached Christina Buchanan.

"Yes?" questioned Christina with her bemused expression as I came to a halt before her and her court. Chastity smiled, Heaven seethed, Faith looked uncertain, and the fifth girl was a cipher.

"I think I can do something about this rain," I said urgently. Christina didn't laugh but I had a feeling Pandora wanted to strangle me.

"Go on," Christina commanded.

"We make a covered walkway of umbrellas, held by freshmen, to protect everyone going to the various halls," I explained. Iona didn't need to be prodded, working on phone to figure out the diameter of each umbrella and the length of each walkway. She'd be the final arbiter of 'it could be done' in the same way Christina was the mistress of 'it will be done.'

Christina hardly missed a beat.

"Faith, you and..." she looked to Pandora.

"Pandora," the sophomore provided eagerly.

"...Pandora go to the East door and get the plan rolling. Heaven and Hope, take the West door. Zane, you, Chastity, and Iona are going with me to the South."

In the back of my mind was the fact that I had to humble Christina. Had she been overly arrogant, stupid, or indecisive, I might have worried less, but I took comfort in the saying that a man is known by the quality of his enemies. You couldn't get much higher quality than Christina.

I almost missed the "Hey Zane" the fifth and highly captivatingly and exotic girl of Korean ancestry said to me as she headed off with Heaven.

"That is Hope," Chastity explained, as we headed the other way.

"She seems friendly enough. Does she like me?" I said, fishing for information.

"If you mean does she want to punish you for challenging Christina then the answer is yes. If you mean is she angling for a way to relive everything you did with Barbie Lynn last night, then the answer to that is yes as well," Chastity grinned. "If you are asking if she is even more turned on by this latest little stunt of yours, then I think she shares that reaction with the rest of Christina's merry little band."

"Amen," Iona mumbled.

"What was that?" I asked Iona.

"Nothing, Zane. I've run the figures and we are only going to be able to cover one path out of each door," Iona responded by redirecting the conversation.

"Chastity, call Hope and tell her she'll open a path to Mesmer first, then Clegger. I'll call Faith," Christina directed. At this point, as freshmen, Iona and I pretty much had zero pull so we served best by staying out of the way. Once the orders began disseminating, I realized my part in events was over so I stashed Iona's mildly protesting form behind Christina and took my place in the freshman umbrella line; Iona was working her ass off for me, the least I could do was keep her high and dry.

We were somewhat wet and late for class but the freshmen class had done something as a group, giving us the vaguest sense of an identity. While getting lunch, Iona stormed up to me and nearly wept over the fact that I was getting almost no credit for the morning's event; it was all going to Christina. I told her to not worry about it, I did it for my fellow first years so what did I care.

I managed to get a quick lunch before applying a shoulder/back massage to a sophomore who'd traded three hours using her car for this, so I tried to make it worth her while. While slipping her out of her bra at the table was tricky, holding a conversation with Ms. Goodswell while kneading both my client's breasts until the girl was biting her fist, stifling her moans, and squirming all over the chair in anticipation of what couldn't happen next was the real accomplishment.

I was pretty sure I was golden until I stepped out of Calculus for Dummies and received Ms. Goodswell's text telling me to come to her office. I gave my Mistress of the Moment the option of coming with me or figure out with Iona when we could meet again. It was a testament to my obscure magnetism that she followed me so we passed the time with me reciting Thai love poetry to her, some of which was actually safe to translate into English.

"Ms. Goodswell?" I said as I lightly tapped on her door and stepped in. Sabrina, my Mistress, patiently waited outside. She had told me that no guy had ever read poetry to her before, which I found utterly tragic.

"Shut the door, Zane," Virginia ordered me in her sugary Southern drawl.

"What am I going to do with you?" she sighed heavily when the door shut. "All we wanted you to do is behave and keep your head down. Stapling a permanent smile to your Dorm Mother's face and organizing the freshmen into an independent action was not what we meant."

"To the first point...I have no excuse but she's still a virgin, I swear. I won't apologize for the second thing. Besides, anyone you ask will tell you it was Christina's idea," I countered.

"Zane, do I need to worry about you further deflowering my girls?" Ms. Goodswell sounded exasperated.

"Yes," I truthfully responded. "I am definitely temptation, but I promise you I won't try to seduce anyone, if that helps?"

"It pleases the Lord for our young ladies to remain pure," Virginia stated. "It is one of the cornerstone principles of this school."

"If you say so," I sighed.

"You don't believe in the purity of the body and the sanctity of the marriage bed?" she pressed.

"Ms. Goodswell, I'll vocalize the party line if that is what makes you happy. If you honestly want me to believe, give me a reason that goes beyond something some old, bitter, single, virgin guys said two thousand years ago. Otherwise, bring back animal sacrifice and slavery because the hypocrisy can be smothering," I informed her. I figured she was about to blow up at me.

"Okay," Virginia breathed easily.

"Okay?" I wondered.

"You are easy on the eyes, Zane, and the girls like you. Tell me, how many girls could you have made violate their Pledges?" she drew me out.

"Four in the past twenty-four hours," I admitted.

"Yet you didn't. Why is that?" she kept coming.

"It is a big deal here and I wouldn't want to screw up the way they think unless they are the ones wanting to change," I finally articulated, which made Ms. Goodswell smile.

"You can go, Zane. I'll keep tabs on you so be careful," she dismissed me and turned back to the work on her desk.

"That's it?" I inquired. My spiritual advisor nodded without looking up, leaving me even more confused. I retreated in haste and thanked the Almighty that I was about to be shooting guns at something.

Marksmanship Team tryouts reintroduced me to Team Captain Hope Song. She totally ignored me through most of the process. I forgot the safety, missed everything I shot at, and repeatedly let the recoil beat the crap out of my shoulder, at which point I figured I'd put forward an honest effort and blown it. I could live with that.

On the last round of the event I patiently waited my turn. The girl closest to me (who was doing rather well) informed me that I was getting better. I told her this was my first time shooting a gun and she chuckled; she'd been hunting since she was nine. I knelt down for that final shot when I felt a warm body envelop me from behind.

"Breathe easy," Hope whispered into my ear. "Imagine you running your hands over Barbie Lynn's breasts...light touch...that's good...take the time and be gentle the way she brags you can be...good...now touch the nipple like you love it...feel the nipple get harder and longer...yes, feel your heart beating louder..." she kissed my earlobe "...feel that nipple at the sweet spot...when you are ready for the orgasm, twist that nipple..." BAM!

Bull's eye! Hope remained intimately close.

"How was that for foreplay?" she whispered seductively.

"Makes me want to get a bigger gun with a lot more bullets," I replied. Hope scoffed lightly in my ear.

"From what I hear, you don't need a bigger gun. Stand up; I have work to do," she informed me.

I stood up and surreptitiously looked around, only to find that no one – no one at all – was looking at us. For some reason the dirt, trees, and birds up in the sky had developed keen religious significance. I thought they were being polite until I recalled one student telling another that Hope regularly drilled kill shots at five hundred meters.

Hope went around to some of the other applicants, helping them with their final shots, but not in the same way she helped me. At the end of tryouts we had ten shooters and ten spotters – I was a spotter. Spotters do a lot of things, mainly going over terrain and atmospheric conditions for their paired shooter. We also carry most of the gear (everyone carries their own rifle).

"Do you understand what is required of you, Zane?" Hope made a point of asking me.

"One hundred years ago you were the Great White Hunter (being Korean and all) and I was the bare-chested native guide giving advice while carrying a townhouse worth of gear on my back," I joked.

"You forgot the loincloth...the native guide always has a loincloth," Hope purred like a panther toying with her next meal. "We already know you have a finely muscled body capable of great...effort; now can I expect some of that effort here on the team this year?"

"Absolutely," I affirmed. "I'll do what you tell me to do."

"That's good, because you are my partner this year. Watch my ass, don't fuck up, and show initiative," she instructed me. In my mind I had three contradictory orders; was I supposed to watch her ass, or not fuck her, or was I supposed to come on to her? It was cold comfort that if I did screw up somehow, she could put a bullet through my left eye from anywhere on campus, killing me painlessly.

"You were on one of the opposite roofs last night," I blurted out. Hope looked demurely to the ground but flashed me a wink. "That is how you know what I look like naked."

"I have no idea what you are talking about," she said putting away one of those telescopic sighting devices a spotter would use. Nothing more was said on the subject.

The Riddle of Heaven

A feeling of accomplishment – nay, a feeling that I might actually be fitting in – ran right into Heaven, Team Captain of the Orienteering Squad. I wasn't afraid she would toss me off the team for merely existing. Hell, I was afraid I'd automatically get on the team despite my lack of skill; after all, how else could Heaven lure me out and murder me in the State Forest bordering the campus if I wasn't on the team?

The first half of the entrance process found us in a classroom doing math; figuring out angles and areas. We also had to study some Solar and lunar charts so we could figure out the position of the Sun given the day and time, as well as what phase the Moon was in and what it would be like in, say, one hundred days. I rocked at that which gave me a leg up going into round two.

I knew precisely what a map and compass were. I'd used a few maps, and I'd never actually held a compass before but I'd seen all the Pirates of the Caribbean movies so I knew how compasses worked – NOT! I wasn't alone in this way of thinking. Several girls giggled over the fact. One laughingly pulled up the app on her phone.

"That's great. Can I see it?" Heaven said, deceptively cool. The idiot girl handed it over with a smile. Heaven grinned, then hurled it against a large boulder close by, smashing it into a thousand pieces. She went over to it and stomped on the remains for a few seconds while the younger student gasped, then wept.

"Okay," Heaven said soothingly, "your phone is now destroyed. How do you survive long enough to get back to civilization?" We all developed a case of the 'smarts' and kept our mouths shut.

"Really...no one?" Heaven taunted us.

"You go downhill," I spoke up. Heaven glared, not at my answer but at the fact that I spoke at all.

"Why is that, Mr. Braxton?" she asked in a hostile manner.

"Water...you go downhill to find a source of water. Nothing else matters if you die of thirst," I explained.

"Would any one of you follow this idiot downhill?" Heaven sneered.

One girl immediately raised her hand while the rest looked around nervously. Right before Heaven spoke again, a second girl raised her hand.

"Well," scoffed Heaven, "most of you will probably die because, while being an utter failure at the rest of his life, Zane guessed this one correctly."

"Your priorities are water, food, and shelter. Where you find moving water, you will most likely find something to eat too. You will also find small trees that are the easiest things to use for shelter. Unless rescue or egress is expected quickly, you must find a means of survival." Then as an afterthought she addressed me,

"Zane, you get a cookie," and she tossed me a ginger cookie which I hesitantly bit in to. The class went on like this for ten minutes before she teamed us up for a little treasure hunt in the woods. I was teamed up with Heaven, making me wonder if they'd find my body after the deed was done. A few false starts later I began to get a feel for this orienteering stuff; if I headed one way and Heaven secretly smiled, I was going the wrong direction, and if she scowled, I was going the right way.

We were the second team to complete the task on top of a large rock outcropping some distance into the state park. Heaven dismissed the others but put a hand on my chest when I made to leave. Once the sound of the rest moving through the underbrush died down she turned to me, clearly pissed. Her fist balled up and she shook slightly as if she was barely able to contain the rage she directed my way.

I had three options: flee, confront, or submit. I sat down on the floor of the forest and waited. I could tell my reduction in stature confused her Why do you think most Buddhist monks prefer to conduct their business while in the lotus position?

"Can you tell me why you hate me?" I inquired softly.

Heaven stormed up to me and I was afraid she was going to boot me down the cliff. I don't think either of us knew why she stopped just short of me.

"You don't belong here," she choked out. "You are perverse and filthy. You are going to ruin everything."

"I'm not your enemy, Heaven. I'm not going to take any of your friends away from you. If I get in your way, let me know and I'll back off. The one thing I can't do is leave," I explained. Heaven kicked me in the thigh, then kicked me again, so I scrambled up and faced her. She wanted to do this the hard way.

Heaven came up right as soon as my feet were planted on the ground. I got in a block, another block, then I grabbed her wrist and put a leg behind hers. She toppled backwards while I rolled us into a side impact which allowed me to grab her other wrist as well. Heaven proved to be surprisingly strong as she thrashed about but she couldn't stop me from getting on top of her.

For a moment we lay still but I was getting aroused and Heaven could sense it. I saw a look of near-terror come across her face before she went berserk beneath me. I struggled to keep on top until she finally wore herself down.

"Would you just fucking talk to me!" I yelled at her. Heaven slowly ceased her efforts.

"Get off of me," she whispered intently. I rolled us over so that she was on top and released her wrists. Heaven quickly brought her knees up, straddling me with her palms on my chest. She was more than halfway off of me when she stopped and seemed to see me for the first time. I started pulling myself from under her when Heaven settled back down onto my stomach.

"Hey, I'm sorry we fought, Hea..." I got out before she French kissed me. Heaven's whole body pressed into me. I settled down and began working my hands over her waist and hips. When I went for her ass, Heaven arched her back pressing her tits against my chest so that she could grab my hands in hers and pull them back to her waist.

"Hands above the hips," she panted lustfully to me between kisses.

"Fine, but show me your tits," I said. Not wasting a moment, Heaven scooted up so that she was sitting on my stomach once more and together we pulled her shirt free and unbuttoned it. I slipped my hand up around the bra and pushed it above her breasts before pressing her delicious orbs down to me to suckle on.

It took me a few minutes to find out she had an arousal zone on her lower back that tingled with electricity whenever I caressed it. I had to coax Heaven into getting on all fours but when I pressed my lips there, her stiffness evaporated and she was putty in my hands. I was kneeling beside her with one hand stroking her far side while my closer hand alternated between each breast.

When Heaven's breathing became more erratic and desperate she bolted upright on her knees, slipping one leg backward between mine and pressing her ass into my pelvis. I now cupped both tits, gently rubbing each nipple as I began nibbling her shoulder. I was still getting into it when Heaven suddenly spasms against me, then she repeats the process four more times before she trembled uncontrollably in my embrace.

"Ssshhh..." I reassured her. "I've got you. You are safe here with me."

"I...we...I...we need to be getting back," she stammered. I got the feeling that she wanted to pretend this whole thing hadn't happened. I rolled up, then Heaven fixed her bra while I handed Heaven's shirt to her.

We exchanged no further words until we were almost back to the campus wall when I turned to make sure she was okay. She was a little out of it but that wasn't my problem; this other thing was.

"Heaven, hold on," I told her. She looked contemplative and suspicious but did so.

"You are...mmm...jeesh, stay still; I'll take care of this," I worked out.

"What?" she asked cautiously.

"You have cum dripping down your legs, Heaven," I informed her. Heaven's eyes grew large and she took a half-step back but at the same moment she realized with utterly hopelessness that she had virtually no other choice.

"What are you going to do?" she whispered. I had to think that one over for a second. I handed her my orienteering gear and took off my shirt, which didn't make Heaven any more comfortable.

I knelt before her and used my shirt to wipe up the strands of semen going down the inside of each thigh. It was soon evident to me that she'd cum extensively and I had to work my way up under her skirt or more cum would simply drip down. For reasons I still don't understand, Heaven ceased resisting. Maybe she was tired of the whole charade.

The first pair of underwear came down, then the second, and I cleaned them both with my now ruined shirt. I even went so far as to wipe her ass-crack where some had been forced up. Once I was satisfied that Heaven's underwear was as passable as I could manage, I 'fixed' her in place and dressed her again without comment. The really sucky part was that I had to put my sticky, cum-splattered shirt back on. There was no way I could explain going bare-chested.

Neither one of us spoke as we walked back, put our stuff up, and parted ways. It wasn't that I thought the matter would go away but I realized that my most pressing concern was doing what my school required. I was happy that I could sneak away before dinner and get a fresh shirt.

A Taste of Brandi

"What is my duty today, Brandi Sanders?" I started to say with a warm smile on my face. Brandi turned out to be a girl with thin, deep brown hair hanging loose, freckles, and a slender face. Her body was lithe, nothing out of proportion, though it turned out her ass was a prize; compact but with an enticing ability to project beyond the back and thighs.

"I need you to help change the lights in my room," she grinned. I had to reciprocate that look because I liked her creativity. I made a move for her chair then stopped myself.

"That chair doesn't look safe," I mused. "I imagine I'll have to lift you up to each bulb." I leaned right, then left, taking in her gentle womanly curves which earned a salacious smile.

"I think it would be more efficient for me to lift you by the front. Is that okay?" I asked softly, even somewhat hesitantly. Brandi nodded eagerly so I placed me in front of her, bent way down until my head was facing her covered belly button, and then I had snaked my arms around the top of her thighs.

I made a half-attempt to lift her, then set her down.

"Huh?" she gasped, "What's wrong?"

"Brandi, some of your buttons are pressing into my face. Can I move them aside?"

"Oh...okay," then, "if you have to," Brandi protested falsely.

I used some slow seduction in pulling her shirt out of her skirt, doing my best to ignore our growing audience of young ladies. I opened the lowest button to see the top of the skirt behind it, but the next one was much more rewarding. Her soft stomach flesh felt warm beneath my lips and her intake of breath was its own reward.

I didn't stop there, though. Buttons opened and kisses were given until I reached the bra, then I licked my way down to her belly button, which I sucked and licked for fifteen seconds. By this time, Brandi was breathing deeply and pressing her stomach against my lips. I reached up to massage her pert, firm ass with my hands while working on her belly button with my tongue.

When I lifted her up by grabbing her thighs, she gasped slightly. She hovered next to the ceiling light for several seconds before realizing she didn't have a bulb.

"Zane..." she started to say, but I was already starting to sweep her down into a horizontal position, stomach down, with her hands in easy reach of the box of light bulbs.

"Wow, thanks, Zane," she giggled. She took one bulb, despite there being four fixtures we need to change the bulbs in. I didn't mind; after all, every time I swung her down, I flipped her skirt artfully out of the way, and her panty-covered ass was laid out before me at chest level. I missed the first opportunity but I kissed a cheek on the second drop and took a nibble on the third and fourth drop, each time earning a low moan.

During the periods when I was holding her upright, I took sadistic pleasure in sucking on her stomach, giving her two hickies as proof of our amorous encounter.

"Thank you, Glenda," she murmured into my chest as I let her down that last time, using my 'enrolled' name.

"I hope I have pleased you but I sadly have to be going," I sighed, "I have a foot massage upstairs with Easter Valentine." Brandi looked at me petulantly, then pushed past me to the door and Iona, who stood just outside in the hall.

"Iona, when is he free again?" she demanded to know.

"Sorry, Brandi, I can only book him one week in advance. I don't know what his study workload will be like or what things his team captains will require," Iona grinned, somewhat emboldened with her newfound power and popularity.

"Brandi," I said, because I must be the Devil, "I couldn't help but notice how silky smooth and toned your legs are. Maybe in a few days they might be a tiny bit less so. You could demand that I shave your legs for you."

"Have you ever done this before?" she mused over the implications.

"No, I haven't," I confessed, "but you could teach me no matter how long that took." Brandi spun on Iona and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"You have to let me know when a slot opens up!" was Brandi's impassioned plea. Iona agreed nervously. When we finally got out of Brandi's room and headed off to my next stop, Iona bumped into me.

"You are evil," she whispered like some secret conspirator, "and I've never wanted to be a year older in all my life." One year older, she could demand Handmaiden duties from me as well, but then it would be far less likely that we would be united as we are now.

"Iona, you are proving to be a true friend," I stated. "With you, it wouldn't be a duty." Iona stumbled because clearly that idea hadn't occurred to her.

In Case it was Unclear

The only thing that surprised me when I came up to my room, naked except for my gym shorts, fresh from my evening bathroom visit, was the look of shame on Barbie Lynn's face when I saw the rest of them.

"Hello, Ladies. Before you lay into me, let me have a moment with Barbie Lynn," I requested.

"Barbie Lynn is leaving now," Christina countered. I shrugged and walked back downstairs.

"Come back here," Christina commanded me.

"Nope," I shot back as I reached for the door.

"Zane, where are you going?" Chastity inquired politely.

"The Chancellor's house," I answered. "Apparently I have some stuck up bitches in my room past curfew, plus Barbie Lynn." I opened the door.

"Please come back and talk to us," Chastity requested. I was a bit angry but Chastity made a habit of being nice to me so...I went back upstairs.

"Barbie Lynn, why don't you have a quick chat with Zane on your way out," Queen Christina allowed. Barbie shot Christina a worried look, then shuffled over to where I was standing.

"Zane..." Barbie started to say but I put a finger to her lips.

"It's all good. I was hoping that after this is resolved you will want to come back tonight. Is that going to happen?" I revealed my desire for her. Barbie hugged me tightly then kissed me on the cheek before skipping down the stairs. I had the strange impression she thought I might have been angry with her.

"We need to talk about what happened this afternoon," Christina began once Barbie had shut the door downstairs.

"No, we don't," I responded, and headed for my bed; since I don't yet have walls, it is tough calling it a room.

"I don't think you appreciate how important this issue is to me," Christina stated heatedly.

"Actually, I don't care how important this is to you, Christina. This is between Heaven and me," I retorted.

"You are going to satisfy my concerns or I will guarantee that you will be gone by the end of the week," she snarled.

That was enough for me; I spun around and got right in her face.

"Do you remember when I said you could apologize to Rio or I'd make you do it and you would regret me having to force you?" I snapped right back. Christina glared defiance at me. "Well, this has nothing to do with that. I'll get you without fucking anyone else over and because you would even think I'd do that to Heaven, I'm going to make sure you cry too."

"What?" Christina, Chastity, and Heaven said all at once.

"I'm going to nail Christina's ass to the wall, Heaven, but I'm not going to abuse the trust you put in me. What kind of fucker do you all think I am?" I asked bitterly.

"How can we trust you?" Christina demanded. I rolled my eyes and walked over to Heaven, taking her by the hand which confused the hell out of her.

"Heaven, come with me," I requested. I dragged her toward my bed but she resisted.

"What are you doing?" she inquired desperately.

"Heaven, I'm a guy dragging a girl to my bedroom. If your first guess is Parcheesi, there is something seriously wrong with you."

"It is...you know...how can you...I can't," Heaven evaded.

"Don't worry about someone spying on us; Hope is here with us tonight," I grinned.

"Zane, this isn't a good idea," Heaven pleaded.

"Zane, let her go," Christina told me as she stepped to Heaven's side, and by the body language I was clearly not getting in the front door.

"Heaven, if I hurt you, what are the odds of my taking an impromptu flying lesson through one of these panes of glass?" I joked dryly. Chastity and Hope exchanged a look.

"I think we can make the fountain from the Southeast corner," Hope assured us both.

"This is not a joking matter," Christina snapped at the two of us. I'd rarely seen someone so ferociously defensive of a non-relative.

"I wasn't joking," I said.

"I wasn't joking," Hope said at the same time.

Christina was about to drag Heaven out of the equation; time for the Hail Mary.

"Heaven, do you want to have sex with me again?" I hammered away.

"Again," gasped Faith, silent until now. "You can't have sex with Heaven; she's..."

Now it was all but out in the open.

"Anyone who thinks that is fucking nuts," I shouted as I grabbed Heaven's hand away from Christina and took her to my bed.

I swung Heaven onto the bed so fast she bounced. Before she could organize herself, I was on top of her. I had one leg between hers but she slammed them together so hard it hurt. I landed over her, our faces inches apart. My eyes kept boring into her until her lips opened and a small moan escaped. I knew I fell on her first but her hands were all over me so fast that I could hardly be seen as molesting her.

Peripherally aware that we had an audience, Heaven and I pressed, pulled, and aroused one another for several minutes. We had her top and bra off and her legs pulled up so far, her knees were just below my armpits.

"You go, girl," I heard Chastity playfully whisper when Heaven rolled me over so that she was on top. She didn't break up her actions but I could see Heaven smiling for the first time.

"I don't get it," Faith whispered to someone. "Does this mean Heaven likes guys, and if she does, does that mean she's...you know..."

"Homosexual?" Hope clarified.

"Technically, that makes Heaven gay," Chastity added.

"There is nothing wrong with Heaven," Christina stated. "She is fine being who she is...unique and special." In the arena, I was busy letting my hands slide down to the forbidden zone without any resistance. I hooked her underwear and started working them up until...

"OW!" Heaven gasped. Everyone looked at us. "That wedgy hurts," she sobbed, as she ran a hand over her offended rear end.

"If it really bothers you, take off your panties," I taunted Heaven. She looked angry but instead of acting out, she kissed me and bit my lip until it was my turn to cry out in pain. As I rubbed my lip she rolled to the side and quickly pulled down her underwear. Heaven remounted me and for a moment she looked uncertain, so I grabbed her head in both hands and pulled her into a lip-lock.

All she had on was her white socks and pleated skirt which had ridden up around her waist. Heaven wedged a hand down to my cock and began lightly stroking it with her fingertips. I reached down and cupped one ass cheek before discovering her anus and playfully rubbing against it.

Heaven began loudly moaning and bucking against me.

"I think we can be pretty sure she likes guys," commented Hope.

"She hasn't sucked his cock yet," Faith countered, but she might as well have raised a red flag in front of Heaven because in seconds, Heaven had left my lips and was kissing down my throat to my chest.

Before I let her get out of reach, I took my free hand and put it on Heaven's meat and started to stroke it next to mine. Heaven flinched, then looked up at me with an unreadable expression. We began tandem stroking our cocks, my knuckles brushing my cock and her hands brushing hers. Unable to reach my lips, Heaven began kissing and biting my nipples.

"Ever done this before?" I gasped, indicating our mutual masturbation. Heaven shook her head in the negative. I tried to taunt her one step further. "Why don't we stop this and just cuddle?" Heaven lurched forward and stopped stroking me long enough to slap me across the face so hard I could taste blood; a reminder of Heaven's anger issues.

"You started this," she insisted, "so don't you think you can get out of things now." She then resumed her actions as if nothing happened.

"Shouldn't we do something to make sure she doesn't break him?" Hope asked her female cohorts.

"I know CPR," Faith volunteered, and here I thought she didn't like me. I was digesting that tidbit when Heaven slipped below my reach leaving my hands free to play with her hair.

"Mmmm..." Heaven purred as she took in the bulbous head of my penis. There wasn't too much foreplay there, just a hungry need on Heaven's side to take on my cock.

She was working over past issues and confronting some internal barriers experience had scarred her with. Heaven was hesitant, sloppy, and used too much teeth; for me it was not a mind rocking blowjob; the best I could do was soldier through it and concentrate on encouraging her as much as possible.

I was selling my enthusiasm hard and Heaven was certainly getting into it, making wet slurping noises as she vigorously bobbed farther and farther down my shaft. It took me a moment to register Christina sitting beside us. She was smiling down at Heaven and running her hand through Heaven's hair intertwining with mine.

"Use your tongue to manipulate his shaft," was one of Christina's whispered suggestions and encouragements to Heaven. As I was enjoying the new sensations, I also registered the fact that Christina seemed to know a great deal about portions of the male anatomy the Purity Pledge put on the No Fly list.

Christina began rubbing one hand over my chest which felt real good – incredibly good, but there was something I had to do.

"I need to see Heaven," I told Christina. She regarded me quizzically and Heaven all but stopped her activities as she studied me. "You are all I need right now," I told Heaven.

In some cultures what happened next would be considered cannibalism; Heaven did her damnedest to swallow my entire length in one push. I have had girls with a lot more experience fail on the first try. On the second attempt she didn't get as far but she was sucking with greater force.

"Oh, fuck!" I grunted. Heaven flashed me with a devilish look in her eyes before pumping my shaft rapidly with one hand while sucking in and out the head and first inch. Note to Self: if this whole Christian Chick thing doesn't work out for Christina, bankroll her in creating self-help sexual instruction videos.

"Close," I panted, "real close." If Heaven had raised her head and jacked me off onto my stomach, I would have been perfectly happy. Girls did that all the time; the taste of semen is not for everyone. Heaven made her own decision and kept doing what she was doing. Ten seconds later my hands tensed in her hair and I began shooting ribbons of my seed into her mouth.

It took a few moments for Heaven to decide to swallow but when she did she was grinning like the Cheshire cat up into Christina's eyes. Both of them started crying and I hadn't a clue as to why. Sometimes another person's baggage is not your business and this looked to be one of those times.

"Okay," I choked. "I only wanted one of you bitches up here tonight so Heaven can stay but the rest of you have to go." No one responded instantly.

"You don't tell me what to do, freshman," Heaven said as she smacked me across my thigh. "Christina, let's get out of here; I feel like getting something to eat...something else that is," she told the Queen.

In the time it took Heaven to gather her clothes and get dressed, the group was gone, and I was left wondering what the hell I'd stepped into. I figured one guy and nine hundred girls, and I'd be living the dream. Only an idiot would have assumed there would be no existing power structure, competing sexual desires, or people less than happy with my cleverness. Suddenly, having to survive three more days to the weekend seemed too much to ask.