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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
Part: Chapter 03
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, teen, oral
Revision: 1.0
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/
FTP Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/scipio/SummerCamp3
Discussion Forum: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Scipio_Forum/

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                       STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It 
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you 
are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO 
NOT read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely 
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse 
any of the activities described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without 
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Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER THREE

The next morning, my alarm went off at six. I lay there and 
stared at the ceiling as pre-dawn light filtered in through the 
blinds. For a while, I thought about Gina. I could understand why 
she was a little depressed, but I didn't know what to do about it. 
And I could see why Kendall thought Gina might be upset about 
having to share me again.

Kendall, Gina, and I had only really spent time together--as a 
threesome--when we were at camp. And the world of Susan's camp 
was different from the real world, the world of college and 
complicated relationships. I didn't want Kendall to come between 
Gina and me, but by the same token, I definitely didn't want 
_Gina_ to come between _Kendall_ and me.

So I had a dilemma.

Years before, when Gina had first suggested that we include 
Kendall, I'd told her that I wouldn't toy with Kendall's emotions. 
I loved both girls, very much, and I didn't want to hurt either 
of them. I didn't want to choose between them, either, and I 
fervently hoped I wouldn't have to. If I ever _did_ have to 
choose, it would tear the three of us apart.

I didn't know what to do.

Finally, I shook off my maudlin thoughts and rolled out of bed. I 
looked across the room at my roommate's empty bed and shook my 
head in bewilderment.

"How can two guys live in the same room and still miss each other 
all the time?" I asked myself out loud. Then, "Oh, great, now I'm 
talking to myself."

_I should at least have the good sense not to have these little 
conversations out loud,_ I admonished myself with a mental 
chuckle.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I struck a few bodybuilder 
poses. Then I realized something. When I _did_ have to start 
actually sharing my room, I'd have to stop sleeping in the nude. 
I didn't have any problems if my roommate wanted to sleep in the 
nude--then I would too--but that wasn't a conversation either of 
us were likely to start. Guys just don't do that. And if neither 
of us brought it up, there was no _way_ I was going to sleep in 
the nude. I didn't want my roommate to think I was gay or 
something.

"Sorry, boys," I said as I looked down my torso, "no more 
freeballing at night."

With a chuckle, I wrapped my towel around my waist, grabbed my 
shower basket, and headed into the foyer. While I showered, I 
thought about my classes, and what I'd have to take with me. I 
also wanted to leave a note for my roommate. For _Terry_, I 
reminded myself. After all, the least I could do was return his 
notes.

I also thought about calling Gina to see if she was in a better 
mood. I thought breakfast with Kendall and me might cheer her up. 
But it was only six thirty, and I didn't want to wake up her 
whole suite. In the end, I decided not to call.

Once I dried off, I slipped into my new flip-flops and flapped 
back to my room. Then I went through my morning routine. Finally, 
I got dressed.

I stuffed my books into my backpack, grabbed my class schedule 
card, and headed out.

_Wait! There's something I'm forgetting..._

I set my backpack down, turned around, and searched for some 
paper.

_Terry,_ I wrote, _sorry I missed you again. I'll be in class 
till 2:00. Hope to see you then._ Signed "Paul."

Then I taped it to the mirror.

With that, I grabbed my backpack and headed out to meet Kendall. 
By the time I got to Morrell Hall, she was waiting for me.

"Sorry I'm late," I said. "I had to leave a note for my 
roommate."

"You _still_ haven't seen him?"

I shook my head. "He didn't come home last night. I'm beginning 
to believe he's a figment of my imagination."

She laughed, kissed me, and then deftly slipped under my arm as 
we walked into the dining hall. Since it was so early, the place 
wasn't crowded. There were still a fair number of people, but we 
easily found a table near a window.

"Is that all you're going to eat?" she asked when we sat down.

I nodded. I'd decided on a bowl of corn flakes and two pieces of 
toast.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah," I said. "I just don't wanna start gaining weight."

"Oh. Okay. Make sure you get enough vitamins, though."

"Yes, ma'am," I said.

"I'm serious."

"I know. I just don't want to be fat again. Ever."

"You weren't fat," she said.

"Okay, pudgy. But I still don't ever wanna be like that again."

"Then watch what you eat; don't starve yourself. I'm serious, 
breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

"And I'm eating it," I argued.

"Not _much_ of it," she said. "_I'd_ be hungry if I only had a 
bowl of cereal and two pieces of toast."

"I'm cool. Really."

She looked at me skeptically. "Paul, I don't care what you look 
like. I never have. I loved you even when you were... pudgy."

"But you like me better now, don't you?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"See," I said. "I look better."

"You do, but it's not all about that. You've got to be healthy 
too."

"Okay," I said at last. "What else should I eat?"

"At least have a piece of fruit or something," she said.

"Okay, jeez," I said. Then I headed back to the serving area and 
grabbed a banana.

"That's better," she said when I sliced it into my corn flakes. 
"Not _much_ better, but better." As I took a bite, she changed 
the subject. "What classes do you have this morning?"

"Calculus from eight to eight fifty," I said when I swallowed. 
"Introduction to Architecture from nine to nine fifty, then 
American Literature from ten to ten fifty. After that, I'm off 
till one. What about you?"

"Well," she said, "I've got classes at exactly the same times, 
but mine are O. Chem., ugh, Literature of the English Bible, and 
then Social Psychology. At one, I've got Philosophy of Feminism 
and then French. After three, I'm done for the day."

"'O. Chem.'?"

"Organic chemistry," she said. "I don't need it for my psychology 
degree, but I'm going to need it for medical school."

"And 'Literature of the English Bible'?" I asked. "What's up with 
that?"

"I thought it'd be interesting," she explained. "And it counts 
toward my English minor. Have you ever read the Bible?" she asked.

I shook my head and took another bite of cereal.

"It's actually pretty interesting."

"I guess," I said. My family hadn't gone to church when I was 
growing up. I wasn't an atheist or anything like that, but I 
hadn't found much use for God in my life. Or He hadn't found much 
use for me, if you want to look at it that way.

"Reading the whole thing isn't for everyone," she said, "but I 
think you'd like some of it."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like the Song of Solomon," she said.

"Why?"

"Because it's pretty erotic."

"In the _Bible?_" I asked, trying not to choke on my corn flakes.

"Mmm hmm." Then she leaned closer. "God created us with all these 
nerve endings and the ability to feel pleasure," she said. "Don't 
you think He had a purpose when He did?"

"I dunno. I guess I never really thought about it."

"And He gave us the ability to reason, and to fantasize. I can't 
imagine that He'd want us all to be nuns. Or monks," she added.

"Sounds good to me," I replied. "Like I said, I guess I never 
thought about it." Then I paused as she took a bite of her toast. 
"So that's your schedule for the day?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Since we're both out of class from eleven till one, do you wanna 
have lunch together?"

"Sure."

"Where's your ten o'clock class?" I asked.

"HSS 122," she said after glancing at her schedule.

The Humanities and Social Sciences building.

"Humanities?" I mused as I looked at my own schedule. "I'm in 
American Lit., in HSS 210. I'm just upstairs from you."

"Why don't we meet by the bull fountain," she suggested.

"Is that really what it's called?"

"It's actually _Europa and the Bull_," she said, "but most 
everyone just calls it the bull fountain."

The plaza in front of the HSS building and McClung Tower had a 
fountain with a _large_ sculpture of a goddess riding a bull. The 
first time I saw it, I did a double-take, since the bull was 
anatomically correct. That's right, big bull balls.

"I'll meet you there after my Social Psych. class," Kendall 
continued.

"Cool." Then I looked at my watch. "We'd better get going."

She nodded.

"Where's your first class?" I asked. "O. Chem., right?"

"Buehler. On the back side of the Hill."

"Oh, cool," I said. "My Calc. class is in Ayres."

Ayres was on the very top of the Hill, which rose above the rest 
of campus. Because Kendall and I were heading in the same 
direction, we could walk to class together.

"Every year, I forget how much I _hate_ this hill," Kendall said 
when we reached the top of the last set of stairs going up the 
Hill.

We were both breathing a little heavy.

"At least it makes your legs look good," I said.

She smiled and then impulsively kissed me.

"Thanks," I said.

Then we headed toward Ayres. I kissed her goodbye and told her 
I'd meet her at the fountain after my American Literature class.

For a moment, I simply admired the architecture of the red brick 
building. The bell tower rose above the quad, standing at least 
sixty feet high. With a deep breath, I headed inside. Upstairs, I 
found my classroom and quickly took a seat. Then I looked around 
at the handful of other students who'd arrived early. Most of 
them were guys, but there were two girls there as well. I studied 
the other people for a moment and then decided to leaf through my 
textbook. As I flipped through the pages, other people came in 
and found seats.

Finally, the professor came in. He was a compact man, with 
glasses, blonde-turning-to-grey hair, and clothes that were 
several years out of style (complete with a white leather belt).

"Hello, everyone," he said as soon as he arrived. Then he set his 
things on the desk, turned, and began writing on the chalkboard. 
"I am Professor Tow. That's _Tow_," he said, pronouncing his name 
again, "like the Greek letter _tau_, not like my big _toe_."

We all chuckled at his lame joke.

"Welcome to Calculus 125, Basic Calculus," he said as he wrote 
the name and section number on the board. Then he turned to us 
and picked up his roll book. "First, let's see who's here and 
who's not," he said.

And that was the beginning of my college career.

-----

Near the bull fountain, I snuck up behind Kendall and then 
covered her eyes with my hands.

"Guess who," I said.

"The love of my life?"

"Yep!" With that, I took my hands off her eyes and turned her 
around. "Hi," I said.

Her face lit up with a smile and then she kissed me. "Hi 
yourself," she said. "Where do you want to eat?"

I shrugged. "Morrell or Presidential."

"The food's usually better at Morrell," she said.

"Okay, Morrell it is."

"How were your classes?" she asked as we walked.

"Pretty good. My Calculus professor's kinda goofy; he kept 
telling corny jokes. He's okay, I guess, but he's definitely a 
math nerd."

She nodded.

"My Intro to Architecture professor is this guy named Spielman. 
He talks like a New Yorker, but he's easy enough to understand. 
I'm really gonna like the class. When he passed out the syllabus, 
I scanned through it and kept thinking, 'cool!'"

She chuckled at my enthusiasm.

"My American Literature class is gonna be a _lot_ of writing, 
though," I said. "I think I'll enjoy it, but my professor is some 
kind of leftover hippie."

"Feller?" Kendall asked in surprise.

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"I had her class last year," she said.

"English 231?"

"Mmm hmm, American Literature. She's seriously flaky, but she 
doesn't grade real hard. She's one of those people who doesn't 
want to make anyone feel bad. The guy who sat beside me spent the 
entire time flirting with me, and I don't think he read a 
_single_ one of the stories. He _still_ made a C."

"People like that bug me," I said.

"The guy? Or Professor Feller?"

"Both. But mostly Professor Feller. I mean, if you don't do the 
work, you shouldn't get the grade."

"I agree, but I was taking French, Western Civ., a Psychology 
class, and two Women's Studies classes, so I was happy to have 
the easy A."

"Yeah," I said. "I'll be happy to have an easy grade too, but 
still."

"I know what you mean," she said.

By then, we'd reached Morrell. Since it was still a little early 
for lunch, we sat on one of the benches outside.

"Did you talk to Gina last night?" Kendall asked.

I shook my head. "I guess I didn't feel like tempting fate."

She nodded.

"I met my suitemates, though."

"Oh? What are they like?"

"I dunno... they're hard to describe, I guess." Then I told her 
about meeting T.J. and Glen. "I don't think Glen, the big guy, 
said a word the entire time I was there. T.J. did all the talking. 
And I couldn't really tell if he was just sarcastic or just an 
asshole."

"Hopefully, he's just sarcastic."

I nodded.

Then she looked at me sidelong. "I've really missed you," she 
said.

"I've missed you too," I said as I took her hand.

"I've missed _that_ too," she said with a guilty smile, "but I've 
really missed just talking to you."

I nodded.

"There's something serious we've got to talk about, though."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," she said. She sounded resigned.

"What?" I asked.

"What do I call you?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Are you my boyfriend? Are you just my friend? Are you just a guy 
I know?"

"I'm your boyfriend," I said immediately.

"I know, but what do I tell people when I introduce you?"

"Tell them I'm your boyfriend," I said.

"What if Gina's with you?"

"Tell them I'm your-- Oh. Yeah, I guess I see what you mean. 
People will ask a lot of questions if they figure out I've got 
two girlfriends."

She nodded. "For some people, though, it's a moot point. Abby... 
Viv and Phoebe... Bridget and Toni... they all know you as my 
boyfriend. But what do I tell other people?"

"I hadn't thought of that," I said.

"When we're at camp," she said, "everyone pretty much knows who 
we are, so we don't have to introduce ourselves. But here..."

"Yeah."

"So," she asked quietly, "do I go back to being your _second_ 
girlfriend?"

"_No,_" I said. "You're my girlfriend."

"But that still doesn't change the fact that you've got another 
girlfriend."

"No, I guess it doesn't."

"She was your girlfriend first," Kendall said, "but..."

"I know, and I don't want you to play second fiddle," I said, 
finishing her thought.

For a moment, I pondered the problem. I wanted to treat the two 
girls the same, but that would actually cause problems. I was 
pretty sure Gina would get upset if _Kendall_ became my 
girlfriend-in-name, but Kendall seemed a little upset too. At 
least Kendall had the level-headedness to actually talk to me and 
look at things from both sides. Gina, on the other hand... well... 
Gina was Gina.

"We can say you're my best friend," I finally suggested. "I mean, 
you _are_..."

"But that's not the same as your girlfriend."

I shook my head. Then I look up hopefully. "Well, how many people 
are you and Gina likely to both meet?"

"How about your roommate?" she asked.

"_I_ haven't even met my roommate."

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah," I said. "Sorry."

"And I'm sure he won't be the only one. So, what should we do?"

"I really don't know," I said. "I mean, I _want_ to tell people 
you're my girlfriend. But by the same token, I want to tell 
people Gina's my girlfriend."

She nodded.

"But I'm not going to play favorites," I said earnestly. "That's 
something I promised you I'd never do, and I'm not going to start 
now." Then I shook my head in frustration. "I mean, why _can't_ I 
tell people I have two girlfriends?"

"Because you can't," she said.

"But why?"

"Because it breaks society's norms."

"So? _I_ don't care."

"Yes, you do," she said evenly. "And so do I. We do other things 
outside of the norms of society--nudism for one--but we don't 
tell 'outsiders' about it. This is the same."

"I know," I said sullenly. "I guess I just don't have a solution 
and I want the problem to go away."

"It won't."

I shook my head. Then I put my arm around her. "In my heart, 
you're my girlfriend," I said. "That's all that really matters 
between the two of us."

She nodded.

"And when we meet new people, I guess we'll just have to wing 
it." When I looked at her, she didn't look surprised, but she 
didn't look pleased either. "What's the matter?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. I don't have a better answer either." Then she 
looked at her hands. "You're trying to keep two women happy, and 
I guess it's not easy."

I shook my head. "It's _worth_ it, but you're right, it's not 
easy."

"And before," she said, "I would've been happy to be in the 
background. But now..."

I nodded.

"I guess maybe I'm not the same person you fell in love with."

In spite of myself, I chuckled.

"What?" she asked, her eyes welling with tears.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It's just that you _are_ the same person I 
fell in love with, only better."

She wiped her cheeks but didn't say anything.

"You're more confident now," I said. "I can't explain it, but you 
are. You're not the scared, insecure girl I first admired from 
afar."

"I'm definitely not her anymore," she said with a sniffle.

"You're still just as smart, just as beautiful, and just as sexy, 
but now you're also... self-assured."

"Thank you," she said softly.

"And if I have to deal with Gina, I'll deal with her," I said. 
"She's really a considerate person. She can be kind of childish 
at times, but I guess I can too. And she's not a bad person."

Kendall nodded in agreement.

"So some people will know you as my girlfriend and Gina as my 
best friend. She'll just have to live with that."

"She didn't seem upset when I slipped and introduced you that way 
to Vivian."

"She didn't say anything about it to me," I said. Then I looked 
at Kendall and smiled. "But if some people know _you_ as my 
girlfriend, others will know Gina as my girlfriend and you as my 
best friend. Can you live with that?"

"I guess I'll have to," she said.

"I wish I had a better solution," I said, "but I don't."

"I know. I don't either."

"It'll be fine. Trust me."

"I hope," she said with a feeble smile.

"It will." Then I hugged her tight. When I looked at my watch, it 
was almost twelve. "Did you still want to get something to eat?" 
I asked.

She shook her head. "I guess I'm just not hungry anymore."

"Me either," I said. Then, "Where's your next class?"

"Humanities."

"Mine's in the A&A building."

She nodded.

"We've got time to go back to your apartment for a little while," 
I said.

She looked up and raised her eyebrows.

"I don't think we have time for _that_," I said. "I want to take 
my time when we do."

She nodded.

"But we can hang out for a little while."

Another nod.

"I don't think I've even felt you up since Sunday," I said in an 
effort to lighten the mood.

"No," she said with a soft laugh.

"Let's hope Abby's in class, so we can shack up in your room. 
Would you like that?"

"Yes."

"And I can convince you that you're the most important girl in 
the world."

"More important than Gina?" Then she immediately shook her head. 
"Sorry, that wasn't a fair question."

"You and Gina are important to me for lots of reasons," I said. 
"Sometimes, the reasons are the same--I love you both--but 
sometimes, they're very different. Gina's... well... she's Gina. But 
she also knows me better than most anyone else in the world, 
including you. You can read me like a book, but sometimes I think 
she knows what I'm going to do before I do it." At that, I paused 
to gauge Kendall's reaction.

Unfortunately, her face was an inscrutable mask.

"My life is a lot better because of Gina," I continued after a 
moment. "My grades, for instance. To be honest, I wasn't the 
greatest student before she moved to Atlanta. I wasn't a _bad_ 
student, but I wasn't anything above average. She saw something 
in me that even I didn't see, I guess."

"I saw it," Kendall said softly.

"I know you did, but Gina was in class with me, and doing 
homework with me. She was never pushy about it, though. She just 
_expected_ me to do better, because she knew that I could. And I 
did," I said. "She gave me a lot of help, too. I mean, Spanish is 
a good example."

Kendall cocked her head to the side, so I explained.

"I had a hard time in Spanish class," I said. "But since Gina had 
taken so much Latin, she could figure out Spanish and help me. 
She didn't criticize me or even complain about helping me with my 
homework on top of her own. She just _did_ it. She just taught 
herself Spanish. And as she learned it, so did I."

"Wow. I had no idea."

"You wouldn't, unless I told you. That's the thing about Gina. 
She doesn't brag. I mean, I'm pretty sure she speaks Spanish 
better than I do. And I took _two years_ of that _chingada_ 
language, while she never had a single class."

"Then how do you know she speaks Spanish?" Kendall asked.

"It took me a while to realize it," I said. "I finally figured it 
out when we were in Europe. She and Tomas--that Spanish guy we 
met on Ibiza--they spoke Spanish most of the time they were alone 
together. Annika and I were out on the balcony one night, and all 
the doors were open, so we could hear Gina and Tomas talking. 
They were having some serious discussion in Spanish, and I could 
barely understand what they were saying. But Gina was careful 
never to speak Spanish in front of me. At first, I was a little 
jealous, because I thought she was hiding something from me. But 
then I realized that she did it because she didn't want to make 
me feel stupid."

"That's because she loves you."

"She does. I know she does. I see it in the way she looks at me. 
I see it in the way she treats me. Sure, she sometimes takes me 
for granted, but she's not jealous. And she's not really 
possessive. I mean, how many girls do you know who would share 
their boyfriend with another girl?"

"Not many," she said.

"_Exactly_. And in that regard, I'm pretty lucky too. Heck, she's 
seduced more girls than _I_ ever have. That's every guy's wet 
dream."

"So why do you need me?" Kendall asked softly.

"Why do I need you? I can think of a million reasons, but the 
most important one is that I love you."

"But I'm not adventurous or always horny."

"Actually, you _are_. You're just more reserved about it. Some of 
your fantasies are pretty wild. They're exciting, too. I'm sure 
Gina has fantasies, but she doesn't really share them with me. 
Not like you do."

"She doesn't?"

I shook my head. "But here's the thing," I explained. "With Gina, 
I guess I get worn out sometimes. So while you might not be as 
horny as she is--I don't know if _anyone_ is--sex with you is 
really, _really_ good. It's definitely a quality versus quantity 
thing." Then I gazed at her earnestly. "With you, I can relax and 
be myself. With Gina, I always have to be on my toes. Sometimes, 
my relationship with her is like a wrestling match: a whirlwind 
of motion and emotion, but if I let my guard down for _one 
second_, I'll end up flat on my back with the wind knocked out of 
me."

She nodded.

"And like I said, sex with you is... well... it's _fantastic_. Why? 
Because I don't have to worry about what you're gonna do next. I 
mean, I know we can take our time and enjoy ourselves, because 
you won't get upset if I don't do _this_ or _that_. Gina and I 
make love, but most of the time, it's straight fucking. With you, 
it's almost always making love, and I enjoy that."

She quickly looked around to see if anyone had overheard me. 
Fortunately, no one was nearby.

"So I love you both," I continued, "for a lot of the same reasons. 
But you're very different. Do you see what I mean?"

"I guess I hadn't thought of it that way."

"In many ways, you're so different that I can't really compare 
you."

"Even though that's what you just did?" she asked. Then she 
flashed me a teary grin.

"I guess," I said with a bark of laughter.

"Do you mind if we don't go back to my apartment?" she asked.

"Sure. Why?"

"I just want to sit here with you," she said. Then she lowered 
her eyes. "Will you just hold me?"

"I'd be happy to," I said as I hugged her. When I buried my face 
in her hair, I kissed her. "See what I mean?" I asked, my voice 
muffled. "With you, I can relax and be myself."

"Good," she said. "Because I want you to be happy. And I love 
you."

"I love you too. Very, _very_ much."

-----

My one o'clock class was Architectural Design, and I'd been 
looking forward to it all day. The class was mostly guys, but 
there were a few girls scattered here and there. I found a seat 
toward the middle of the class: not up front with the brownnosers 
and not in the back with the slackers. Then I studied the people 
around me. Their expressions ran the gamut from nervous to bored 
to excited to clueless. While we waited for the professor, I 
daydreamed about accepting the award for Architect of the Year.

My pleasant--and completely unrealistic--reverie was interrupted 
when the professor practically burst into the room. With an 
almost palpable sense of energy, he strode to the front of the 
class. Then he turned, clasped his hands behind his back, and 
simply stood there. He was tall, with iron-grey hair and a stern 
face, and as he surveyed the class, we grew quiet. When the 
susurrations finally died down and he had our complete attention, 
he scanned the classroom, his eyes briefly coming to rest on many 
of us.

"My name is Laszlo Joska," he said with simple finality.

He had an odd accent, and pronounced his name "_yosh_-ka."

"This class is Architecture 171, Design," he continued. "If 
you're not supposed to be here, please be kind enough to leave 
quietly." When no one did, he continued. "Good, most of you think 
you should be here. I doubt you're all correct in that assumption, 
but that remains to be seen." Then his lip quirked up in a half-
smile. "For the next twelve weeks, most of you will hate me. Let 
me tell you right now that I... don't... care. That's right, I don't 
care."

Several people looked around nervously.

"I am not here to make you like me," he continued. "Architecture 
is a serious business for serious people. And I will tell you 
right now that many of you will never become architects. That's 
right, you will change your major or you will quit school 
altogether. I don't care about that, either." In the shocked 
silence, he surveyed the class again. "But those few of you who 
_do_ have the talent and determination to survive the next five 
years will become the builders of civilization."

When he paused, several people nodded. I was one of them.

Then Professor Joska spent the next twenty minutes telling us how 
difficult the class was going to be. He spent the last half-hour 
talking about our projects and what he expected. He sounded like 
a ruthless perfectionist. And judging by the jam-packed syllabus 
and the number of projects we'd have to complete, the class was 
going to be a _lot_ of work. Oddly enough, I couldn't wait to get 
started.

After class, I headed back to the dorm. Kendall was in class for 
another hour, and Gina wouldn't get out of class until almost 
four. So I had a couple of hours to kill.

As soon as I stepped off the elevator on the fourth floor, Cary, 
my Resident Assistant, looked up. He was holding a clipboard, and 
it seemed like he was actually waiting for me.

"Ah," he said, "you're 415D, right?" Then he scanned his list. 
"Oh yes, Paul."

"Um... yeah?"

"I thought I'd missed you."

"Missed me?" I asked.

He nodded. "I just did your roommate's room inspection."

"You mean you've actually _met_ my roommate?" I asked in surprise.

"Of course," Cary said. "He just got on the elevator. That's why 
I was standing here." Then he cocked his head to the side. "You 
mean you _haven't_ met him yet?"

"Nope. We've left each other several notes, but..." I indicated the 
other elevator with a toss of my chin and a shrug. "I guess we've 
always managed to miss each other."

"Oh dear. Well, you'll meet him soon enough." Then he gestured 
with his clipboard. "Are you ready to do your room inspection?"

"Sure, I guess," I said.

On the way down the hall, I wondered what a room inspection 
consisted of. Would he go through my things? Would I have to 
prove I didn't have pot or booze? Would I have to turn my head 
and cough? At that, I chuckled softly.

In the end, the room inspection was surprisingly easy. Cary 
looked at the walls, desk, cabinets, and other room fixtures. 
Then he made a note of each major scrape or scuff (the minor ones 
weren't worth noting). The room was in pretty good shape, so he 
only had to make a few notes. Then he gave me the clipboard and I 
signed the form.

"Is that it?" I asked.

"That's it. Easy, huh? Any questions?"

"Not really."

"Okay," he said. "Remember, there's a mandatory floor meeting on 
Friday at five. In the floor's lounge."

I nodded.

"Okay. Have a nice day."

With that, he was gone.

When I looked around the room, I saw signs that Terry had been 
there. His bed was unmade and he'd hung a bath towel on the bar 
over his side of the vanity. He'd even left me a note on the 
mirror.

_Hey roomie, sorry I missed you again. I've got class until five. 
You want to have dinner together?_ Signed, "T."

I stuck the note back on the mirror and shook my head in wonder. 
Then I sat down at my desk, moved my dormant computer out of the 
way, and started looking at my class materials.

A while later, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Paul? It's Kendall."

"Hi, gorgeous," I said.

"How was your architecture class?"

"Cool," I said. "I'm gonna work my _butt_ off, but I think it'll 
be fun. The professor seems real tough, though, and he's got a 
funny accent. His name is spelled J-O-S-K-A, but he pronounces it 
'_yosh_-ka.' I don't know where he's from, but it's definitely 
not the U.S."

"I don't know either," she said. "But the name doesn't sound 
French."

"Nope," I agreed. Then, "How were your classes?"

"The philosophy class should be fun, since I've already read a 
lot of the books on our reading list. French was... _comme si, 
comme ca_... so-so. I don't really like it, but I need the language 
credits." Then she paused.

I could almost hear her gathering her courage.

"I'm sorry about earlier," she said.

"About what?"

"About putting all that pressure on you. I guess I was just being 
insecure."

"About the girlfriend thing?" I asked, a little surprised.

"Uh-huh."

"Don't worry about it, it was a legitimate question. And I guess 
we were going to have to talk about it sooner or later."

"Well," she said, "I didn't want you to think I was trying to get 
you to choose between us."

"I know. You're not like that."

"Thanks for being understanding."

"That's okay," I said. Then I changed the subject. "So, what're 
you up to later?"

"Do you want to have dinner together?" she asked. "You can call 
Gina and the three of us can eat over here. We've got all that 
food our parents bought."

"Yes, I want to. But no, I can't."

"Huh?"

I explained about the note from my roommate and his dinner offer. 
"So I guess I'd like to finally meet him," I said.

"Okay. That's cool. Oh, wait, hold on a second. Abby's yelling at 
me. I'll be right back." Then she covered the mouthpiece with her 
hand and talked to Abby for about a minute. "Um... when's your last 
class tomorrow?" she asked.

"I should be done by one thirty," I said. "Why?"

"Because Abby's got class all afternoon tomorrow. She wanted to 
see what my schedule was so maybe we could have lunch."

"Oh, cool. So why'd you want to know when _my_ last class was?"

"Because," she said, her voice pitched low, "Vivian and Phoebe 
will _also_ be gone tomorrow afternoon. Viv's got band practice 
and Phoebe's in class all afternoon."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked, a grin in my voice.

"Mmm hmm."

"Gina's in class until four thirty," I said.

"We could have dinner together here," Kendall suggested. "I could 
make us spaghetti."

"But before then?"

"I was thinking...," she said. "Maybe you could come over and...?"

My dick stiffened just _thinking_ about it. I quickly agreed.

"Okay," she said. "It's a date. Just come to my apartment after 
your last class. I'll be waiting for you."

_Cool!_

After that, we made plans to talk later in the evening and then 
to have breakfast in the morning. She had an eight o'clock class, 
and while my first was at nine o'clock, I didn't mind having 
breakfast early.

"Okay," I said. "I'll call you after dinner. I love you."

"I love you too, Paul." Then she let out a happy sigh. "I'm 
really looking forward to tomorrow," she said.

"Good. I'm looking forward to it too."

"I can't _wait_. I love you _so_ much," she said.

"I love you too."

"I'll talk to you later."

"Bye," I said.

She blew me a kiss and then said goodbye.

I hung up and then called Gina's room.

"May I please speak to Gina?" I asked.

"She's not in right now," the girl said. She had a soft, pleasant 
drawl.

"Is this Faith?" I asked.

"Yes. Who's speaking?"

"This is Paul," I said. "Gina's boyfriend." We made small talk 
for a few minutes and then I left a message for Gina. "Thanks, 
Faith," I said at last. "It was nice talking to you."

"It was nice talking to you, too," she said.

After a few more pleasantries, we hung up.

About an hour later, Gina returned my call.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi. How was your day?"

"Okay, I guess." She didn't sound all that happy.

"What's the matter?"

"I didn't sleep well and I've been in class all day," she said. 
"I'm tired."

"I thought you had a break from one to two?"

"I did, but I wasn't sure where my Biology lab was, so I skipped 
lunch."

"Well, I'm supposed to have dinner with my roommate; I still 
haven't met him."

"Whatever."

"Kendall wanted to know if we wanted to have dinner at her 
apartment tomorrow night. She's fixing spaghetti."

"I guess."

"Okay, I'll tell her. Just come over to her apartment after your 
last class. You're in Biology until four thirty, right?"

"Four thirty-_five_," she corrected.

"Oh, okay. Anyway, just come over to her apartment when you're 
done." For some reason, I didn't want to tell Gina that Kendall 
and I were getting together before then. I don't know why. I felt 
bad about not telling her, though. I guess I didn't want Gina to 
invite herself, or worse, get angry. To assuage my guilty 
conscience, I invited her to breakfast with Kendall and me.

"I don't think so," she said without hesitation. "My first class 
isn't until noon, and it's a three-hour Chemistry lab. So I want 
to sleep in."

"Okay," I said. "I'll call you after dinner, then."

"Whatever."

"I love you."

"I love you too," she said half-heartedly.

Then we said goodbye and hung up.

_Beautiful,_ I thought with dripping sarcasm. _Fucking 
beautiful._

-----

I waited until almost seven o'clock before I decided that Terry 
wasn't coming back to the room. Since I had skipped lunch, I was 
starving. Finally, I called Kendall and told her that my roommate 
had stood me up for dinner. She said she'd already eaten, but 
she'd be happy to fix me something at her apartment.

I still felt guilty about not telling Gina about my plans with 
Kendall. But when I called Gina's room, no one answered. I 
thought I must have dialed the wrong number, so I called again. 
When I still didn't get an answer, I hung up the phone.

Then I left Terry a note--in case he came back to the room after 
I left--and headed downstairs. Kendall fixed me a sandwich and a 
bowl of soup. While I ate, she talked about her classes.

After dinner, I called Gina again, but she didn't want to come 
join us. When I asked her where she'd been earlier, she snapped 
at me. At that point, I decided that I was done talking. I told 
her I loved her and then hung up.

"What was that about?" Kendall asked quietly.

"What do you mean?" I asked as innocently as I could.

"Your face," she said, indicating my expression. "What did Gina 
say when you asked where she was?"

"She about took my head off. She said she didn't need me keeping 
tabs on her."

"Wow."

"No kidding," I said.

"I don't understand why she's angry with you," she said. "Well, I 
_understand_ it, but it's not rational."

I shook my head. "Let's change the subject."

"Okay. Sorry."

"It's not your fault," I said with a shrug.

"I still don't like to see you upset, though."

"I'll survive. She'll get over it. She always does."

Kendall nodded and then glided into my arms. As I hugged her, she 
laid her head on my shoulder.

"Thanks for being you," I whispered.

"Thanks for loving me."

"I can't help it," I said with a soft chuckle.

"Good."

-----

When I returned to my room, shortly after eleven, my note to 
Terry was still on the mirror and he was nowhere to be found.

"This is just bizarre," I said to myself.

Then I stared at my weights for a few minutes. I'd eaten too much 
at dinner and I wanted to work some of it off. In the end, I 
decided not to; I just wasn't in the mood to lift. I needed to 
start a regular workout schedule, but I also needed to figure out 
when it fit into my class schedule. Finally, I decided to just go 
to bed.

I lay awake for a long time, thinking about Kendall, Gina, and my 
life in general. Intellectually, I understood why Gina was 
sullen--she was in a new situation that she couldn't control--but 
it still bugged me. And while Kendall hadn't _meant_ to put 
pressure on me, I felt it nonetheless. I really _didn't_ have a 
good answer for which of them to introduce as my girlfriend.

I was in a no-win situation, and I didn't like it.

When I still couldn't get to sleep, I decided to get up and work 
out after all. For forty-five minutes, I worked hard, doing 
presses, curls, and lifts. Then I did push-ups and sit-ups until 
I felt like puking. Finally, I rinsed off in the shower. By the 
time I staggered back to my room, I could barely keep my eyes 
open. I think I fell asleep in record time.

-----

Thursday, when my alarm went off, I nearly knocked it off the 
desk. After lying there for several minutes, I peeled my eyes 
open and grabbed the clock.

When I looked at the time--6:14AM--I sighed. I'd gotten less than 
four hours of sleep.

I met Kendall for breakfast and she commented on my haggard 
appearance. I told her about not getting any sleep and she nodded 
in understanding.

After we finished eating, I walked with her to her class. Then I 
kissed her goodbye and headed to the A&A building for my own 
class.

It was Architecture 121, Drawing, and I basically planned to wait 
around until class began at nine. I'd brought _Dune_ with me, but 
I couldn't concentrate on it. I think I read the same page six or 
seven times. Finally, students started trickling into the 
classroom. When the professor arrived, I stuffed my book back 
into my backpack and took out my notebook.

The professor was a soft-spoken older man named Donald Ledbetter. 
He seemed nice enough, especially compared to Professor Joska 
from the day before. For the next fifty minutes, I patiently 
listened as he went over things I already knew (from high school 
art class). Finally, the bell rang and I headed back to my dorm.

Terry's side of the room was unchanged from the night before. In 
the other side of the suite, T.J. and Glen were listening to 
Country music. I like most all kinds of music, but Country 
usually drives me crazy. All in all, it was shaping up to be a 
spectacular day.

Without even taking my clothes off, I climbed into bed, set my 
alarm for eleven, and went back to sleep.

-----

When my alarm went off, I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. 
I was still a little depressed about Gina and her attitude, but I 
couldn't really do anything about it. Besides, after my Art 
History class, I had an afternoon with Kendall to look forward to. 
That alone made getting out of bed worthwhile.

I decided to take a quick shower and get cleaned up for her. 
While I let the water sluice over me, I thought about her 
luscious body. In my mind, I pictured her breasts. Then I 
imagined them bouncing as I thrust into her.

When my dick reached full erection in the real world, I reached 
down to stroke it. But then I decided against jerking off. I 
wanted to save my energy for Kendall.

Since I wasn't going to masturbate, I picked up my razor. I 
shaved the base of my dick and then trimmed the sides of my pubic 
hair. Then I took my time and gently shaved my balls. I wanted to 
be as smooth as possible for Kendall (and I hoped she'd do the 
same for me). Fortunately, my erection made things easier.

After I shut off the water and dried myself, I rushed across the 
foyer and into my room. T.J. and Glen's door was shut, but I 
didn't want either of them to see me with a large lump under my 
towel.

As I shaved my face--with a different razor--I looked at myself 
in the mirror. Then I turned to the side, sucked in my stomach, 
and stared at my profile for a moment. I didn't _think_ I was 
gaining weight, but I wanted to be sure. Finally, I brushed my 
teeth and combed my hair. 

Then I tucked my dwindling erection into my underwear and decided 
to skip lunch (I wasn't really hungry and I didn't have time). 
When I finished getting dressed, I grabbed my backpack and headed 
out.

I was a little late getting to class, so I had to sit in the back 
of the small auditorium. Fortunately, I wasn't the only one: two 
girls came in after me. The professor was just starting to speak, 
so the girls quickly took seats next to me.

While the professor--a woman named Dubois--droned on about the 
importance of art to society and culture, I covertly studied the 
two girls next to me.

The brunette had taken the seat beside me. She was petite and 
very attractive, with high cheekbones, pouty lips, and hazel eyes. 
She wore a light blue halter top and white shorts over tanned 
legs. Her breasts were perky, and I could see enough cleavage to 
make it worthwhile to actually sneak a peek. I didn't want to 
stare, so I tore my eyes away with an effort of will. When I 
glanced at her again--at her face, thank God--she was looking at 
me. She smiled, so I smiled in return and then we turned back to 
the lecturing professor.

When the brunette leaned forward, I caught a glimpse of her 
friend. The other girl was also petite, but blonde, with wavy 
hair, bright blue eyes, and a nice tan. Her breasts were slightly 
smaller than the brunette's, but she wore a tight red t-shirt 
that showed them off. She was also chewing on the end of her 
pencil. For a moment, I let my mind wander as I imagined her 
lips...

I was busted!

We made eye contact and I smiled to cover my embarrassment. She 
smiled in reply, her eyes sparkling mischievously. To my relief, 
the brunette sat back and blocked me from the blonde's sight. 
Then the two girls started whispering to each other.

I surreptitiously tried to straighten my shorts and relieve some 
of the pressure on my erection. Then I looked at my watch. One 
thirty couldn't arrive soon enough. Needless to say, I was 
suddenly very eager to see Kendall.

When class was over, my erection had mostly subsided, so I stood 
up to leave. The brunette stopped me with a look.

"Did we miss anything before we got here?" she asked. Then she 
took a deep breath and held it.

It took an incredible act of self-control not to let my eyes 
wander to her breasts. Fortunately, I mustered my willpower and 
simply shook my head.

As she held my eyes with her own, she arched an eyebrow.

"I got here right before you," I said. "But the professor wasn't 
lecturing when I sat down."

"Okay," the brunette said. "Thanks."

As the two girls walked off, I followed them with my eyes. They 
were both short--a couple of inches over five feet--but they both 
had tanned, well-toned legs and cute asses. At the door to the 
auditorium, the blonde turned and busted me again!

I felt my face heating.

She grinned at my embarrassment and then the brunette gave me an 
appraising look. The blonde saw what her friend was doing, rolled 
her eyes, and practically dragged the brunette from the room.

_Maybe this day isn't so bad after all_, I thought.

With a spring in my step, I bounded up the few stairs to the top 
of the auditorium. In the hallway, I caught a glimpse of the two 
girls as they walked toward the building's atrium. They were 
sharing a bag of carrot sticks and talking animatedly. As I 
watched them, the brunette said something to the blonde, who then 
looked over her shoulder.

_Busted! Again! Jeez!_

The blonde's eyes met mine and she smiled. Then she turned back 
to her friend, nodded, and they resumed talking. I shook my head 
in wonder. I didn't know who was flirting more: the brunette, the 
blonde, or _me_. And _I_ had a girlfriend. _Two_ of them!

_Speaking of which,_ I thought.

With that, I headed to Andy Holt Apartments.

Normally, men were supposed to be escorted on the women's floors 
and vice versa. But it was almost impossible for the staff to 
monitor who got off the elevator on which floor, so I simply 
walked past the front desk as if I were a resident. At Kendall's 
door, I knocked and then waited impatiently.

When the door opened, she peered around it.

"Sorry," she said, "I'm running late. Come on in."

As I stepped inside, I had to stifle a chuckle. Her hair was 
still in rollers, she had half her make-up on, and she was still 
wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe. Fortunately, the robe was 
short, and showed off her legs.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi yourself," she said as she stepped forward and gave me a 
quick kiss.

Instead of letting her step away, I pulled her against me. Then I 
let my backpack slip to the floor as I crushed my lips against 
hers. My dick threatened to burst the seams of my shorts, so I 
cupped her ass and ground my hips against her. Then I lifted the 
hem of her robe. To my delight, I felt her bare skin underneath. 
When we finally broke the kiss, we were both smiling.

"Mmmmm," she breathed. "I've missed you."

Instead of answering, I kissed her again. Then I cupped her bare 
ass with both hands. Her breathing quickened as I pulled her hips 
against me. We kissed for several long moments, until she finally 
pushed me away.

"Not yet," she said. "I'm not ready."

"I am," I insisted.

"No. _I'm_ not. My hair's not done, I--"

"I don't care about your hair," I said. Then I kissed her again.

Her resistance crumbled as I pressed my lips against hers. Then, 
surprisingly, she pushed me away again.

"I've got to finish getting ready," she said, panting slightly. 
Before I could protest, she stepped back. Then she put a finger 
against my lips to silence me. "Give me five minutes," she said, 
"and I'll make it worth your while."

I didn't know what she was up to, but I nodded anyway.

"Thanks," she said with another kiss. "I think you'll enjoy it... 
my lord."

Before I could ask what she meant, she turned and practically 
danced down the hallway to the bathroom. I walked over to the 
couch, adjusted my erection, and sat down.

After waiting almost ten minutes, I was just about horny enough 
to start without her.

"Are you ready?" she called down the hallway.

"Oh _yeah_," I said as I stood.

Then she walked around the corner, stopped, and struck a model 
pose.

My jaw dropped.

She'd taken out her curlers and then brushed her hair, so it fell 
in soft, dark waves over her shoulders. Her make-up was subtle, 
and her lips shone with lip-gloss. But that wasn't what _really_ 
caught my attention.

Instead of her robe, she'd changed into a sheer toga. The 
diaphanous material was gathered at her right shoulder with a 
gold cord. It covered her right breast, but the left one remained 
exposed. That didn't really matter, since the material was so 
thin that I could easily make out her sun-darkened right nipple.

She had belted the material around her waist with another length 
of gold cord, but the garment didn't cover her completely--the 
sides were open. Her silver waist chain was a darker line beneath 
the fabric, but glinted where it snaked over her bare hips.

The toga ended at the tops of her thighs, just below her sex. If 
I looked hard enough, I could barely make out the line of her 
shaved slit. Like Gina, Kendall knew that I preferred a smooth 
pussy. Unlike Gina, Kendall actually enjoyed shaving for me.

Reluctantly, I drew my eyes upward. I wanted to say something, 
but she looked so much like a goddess that I simply stood there, 
completely spellbound.

"Is my appearance pleasing to you, my lord?" she asked.

I worked my mouth, but couldn't speak. Ultimately, I gave up and 
simply nodded.

Then she walked toward me--the model walk--her breasts swaying 
gently as she did.

"Wow," I said when I finally found my voice. "You look 
fantastic."

"Thank you, master."

"Master?" I asked.

"Of course," she said. "You took me as your prize when you 
conquered my homeland."

"Conquered your homeland?"

"My father's armies were defeated by you and the legions under 
your command." Then she lowered her eyes. "It was only fitting 
that you--a Roman lord--should take the vanquished king's 
daughter as your concubine."

"Concubine?" I must've sounded like a broken record.

"Yes, master. I am your concubine, to do with as you wish," she 
said. Then she looked up anxiously. "Do you not remember, 
master?"

For a moment, I was completely baffled. Then it hit me. This 
must've been a fantasy of hers: the Roman nobleman and the Greek 
slave princess. _Far be it from me to deny a girl her fantasies,_ 
I thought with a mental grin.

"What should I call you?" I asked aloud. I didn't think the name 
"Kendall" exactly fit her idea of a Greek princess.

"I am Ariadne, my lord." Then, from under dark, long lashes, she 
looked up tentatively. "Would you like me to give you a massage, 
master? I have heated oil ready, of course."

"Yeah," I said. "I mean... um... that would be fine."

With that, she lowered her eyes, bowed slightly, then turned. I 
followed her down the hallway, my eyes never leaving her tanned 
legs and gorgeous ass. At her door, she stood aside and gestured 
for me to enter first.

Inside, I got my second shock of the afternoon. Not only were her 
blinds shut, but she had a blanket over the window, completely 
blocking the sunlight. Instead of being dim, however, the room 
was lit by more than a dozen candles. Clusters of them surrounded 
a blanket spread on the floor. Their flames flickered in the 
breeze from the air conditioner.

As she shut the door, I turned. Without lifting her eyes, she 
began unbuttoning my shirt. Silently, she slid it off my 
shoulders. Then she sank to her knees. I was acutely aware of the 
bulge in my shorts, and I caught myself holding my breath as I 
looked down at her.

"You must be tired from drilling with your soldiers," she said as 
she began to untie my shoes. I lifted my feet to let her remove 
them one by one. She pulled off my socks and then set them aside. 
"I'll knead the kinks from your muscles and help you relax," she 
added. Then she looked up, her beautiful face full of promise.

I had to stifle a groan as I watched her reach for my shorts. 
When she unzipped them, my hard-on tented my underwear. She 
lowered my shorts first, and I stepped out of them. Then I licked 
my lips as she reached for the waistband of my briefs. Gently, 
she pulled them out until they cleared my jutting erection. 
Finally, she tugged them down my thighs. My cock bobbed gently as 
I stepped out of them.

"Would you like to lie down, my lord?" she asked, gesturing to 
the blanket.

"Of course," I said.

"Would you like me to start with your shoulders and back?"

_No, _I thought. _I want you to start with my dick._ Instead of 
saying anything aloud, though, I nodded. After all, this was 
_her_ fantasy, not mine.

Then she glanced at my unflagging erection. "Will lying on your 
stomach cause you discomfort? I could..." With a shrug, she left 
the offer unspoken, but managed to look appropriately nervous and 
eager at the same time.

"I'll manage," I said with a grin. As I lowered myself to the 
blanket, I made sure my hard-on wasn't bent awkwardly. Finally, I 
settled on my stomach and rested my head on my arms.

Then Kendall--I mean Ariadne--knelt next to me. From a steaming 
bowl near my head, she withdrew a stoppered bottle. She dried it 
with a small towel as she turned toward me.

When she poured a line of warm oil down my back, I groaned softly. 
The warmth spread through my skin as the spicy, floral scent 
reached my nose. Then she straddled my hips, her smooth skin 
gliding along my own. I groaned again as she began kneading the 
thick cords of my shoulders.

For a moment, I forgot my erection. I forgot my horniness. I 
think I even forgot my name. As she moved her hands over my traps 
and delts, I groaned again. She put her weight on her arms and 
her palms dug into my muscles. The combination of the warm oil 
and gentle pressure made me relax even further.

Then she moved down my back--massaging the flare of my lats--and 
then inward toward my spine. As she kneaded my muscles, I closed 
my eyes and let out a deep sigh.

"Do you like this, master?" she asked quietly.

"God, yes," I murmured.

"I like doing it for you."

I nodded.

"When I was in my father's house," she said, "I never dreamed I 
would enjoy being a man's concubine. Especially a Roman man."

For a moment, I was confused. Then I realized that she was 
telling me--in a story--about her fantasy.

"Forgive me for being so bold," she continued, "but my father and 
uncles always said the Romans were crass and uncouth, skilled at 
war but uncivilized."

I don't know if she was making her story up on the spot, or if 
she had rehearsed it, but I was fascinated.

"When you first brought me to your bedchamber," she said, "I was 
so scared. Do you remember how I trembled, my lord?"

I played my part and nodded.

"Huddling in the corner, I waited for you to violate me. Imagine 
my surprise when you only wanted to talk. And in _Greek_. I'd 
never heard of a Roman who spoke my language," she said. "We 
talked late into the night, but I was confused when you sent me 
back to my chamber without taking what was rightfully yours. I 
thought I might not be appealing to you."

I shook my head as she moved lower and poured more oil on my 
buttocks and upper thighs.

"When I received your summons the next night," she continued, "I 
tried to make myself prettier for you. Did you notice?"

"Of course," I said languidly. Between the story and her hands, I 
was having trouble concentrating.

"I knew you did," she said. "But you only wanted to talk. Never 
in my wildest dreams did I think I would find myself in a Roman 
lord's bedchamber, much less discussing Odysseus and Penelope."

She moved her hands lower, massaging my calves.

"And then for the next week, each night was the same: I would be 
summoned to your bedchamber. Each night, I would weave a garland 
of flowers for my hair, and select the prettiest, finest garments 
from the clothes you had given me." She moved back up my body, 
massaging as she did.

I slowly rocked my head from side to side as she straddled my 
hips and kneaded the muscles of my neck.

"Each night, I went to your chambers expecting you to ravish me. 
And each morning, when I returned to my own chambers still a 
maiden, I felt more excited than ever."

I almost groaned when she took her hands from my neck and swung 
her leg to the side.

"I could see the desire in your eyes," she continued. "And your 
virility was manifest in every move you made."

At her touch, I rolled onto my back. My erection flopped against 
my stomach as I did.

"I even noticed the swelling in your loins," she said, her voice 
dropping to a whisper. "Yet still you did not touch me; you did 
not give me what I was starting to long for."

With hooded eyes, I watched as she removed the bottle of oil from 
the hot water bath and then poured a line down my chest. As she 
began massaging the oil into my skin, I let my eyes drift over 
her body. The sheer toga revealed the side of her right breast. 
Beyond it, her unencumbered left breast swayed gently as she 
moved. With her legs tucked under her, I couldn't see anything 
more than her hips and lovely legs, but I was still enraptured by 
her figure.

"Sometimes I would imagine what it would be like when you took 
me," she said as she concentrated on massaging my pectoral 
muscles. "I imagined what it would be like to be under you, to be 
possessed by you." Then she moved her hands to my shoulders.

For a moment, I watched her face as she continued her tale. She 
was concentrating on me, but she seemed to be enjoying her story 
as much as I was.

"Would you take my maidenhead in a rush of strength, like a 
soldier?" she mused. "Or would you be gentle and considerate, 
like a philosopher? I knew not which, for you are both soldier 
and philosopher at the same time."

My dick twitched in anticipation when she moved lower. She poured 
oil on my stomach and then began spreading it over my skin.

"I thought about it each day while you were away," she said. "And 
each night, I would bathe myself for you. I would make my garland 
and choose the sheerest of outfits, hoping to entice you into 
using my body for your pleasure."

Then, to my silent agony, she skipped over my erection and began 
massaging my legs.

"When you first took me from my father's house," she said with a 
soft laugh, "I was afraid of you. Within a week of coming to your 
house, I found myself longing for your touch." Then her eyes 
flicked to my erection. "And yearning for the sight of your 
engorged manhood," she whispered.

As she moved down my legs to my shins, I flexed my buttocks and 
made my dick twitch. To my consternation, she ignored the 
implicit offer and continued massaging my legs.

"What would it be like?" she wondered. "I'd seen my brothers and 
uncles when they were _gymnos_, of course--"

I had no _idea_ what the word meant, but it sure sounded 
provocative.

"--but none of them had your... enthusiasm," she continued.

Then, to my imminent relief, she straddled my legs and poured 
warm oil on my cock and balls. I almost groaned aloud when she 
wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gently squeezed.

"When you first bathed with me," she said, "I thought _that_ 
would be the moment. You were so hard, so ready. I wanted to 
touch you, to give you pleasure. As you tenderly dried me, my 
heart sang with joy. But when I returned to my chambers still a 
maiden, I felt an ache deep within my loins."

I made a monumental effort to refrain from mentioning what ached 
for _me_ at the moment. But even as her hands worked their magic 
on my cock, I was fascinated by her story.

"The next night, I could barely contain myself as I waited for 
your summons. When it came, I felt a heat grow within my belly. 
At first, I thought I was sick. But at the thought of not seeing 
you, I grew faint."

I lifted my head to watch as she intently stroked my cock.

Her breasts swung gently as she pumped her fists. Then her eyes 
lit up, and she unconsciously moistened her lips.

When I looked down, I realized why; a bead of pre-come had just 
appeared at the tip of my cock.

"Do you remember how I rushed headlong into your chambers, my 
lord? I was frantic," she said. "Frantic for you to take me, to 
make me yours." She looked at me, her eyes smoldering. "I was no 
longer a virtuous _Hellene_ princess. My desires burned within me. 
I wanted to see your manhood, to rub it on my skin, to feel it 
sink into me and fill me with your heat and essence."

_Speaking of heat and essence,_ I thought with wry urgency.

When she sensed I was close, she sped her pace, her hands gliding 
over my slippery member.

I closed my eyes and groaned.

"When you undressed me, my lord," she said softly, "it was with 
the care of a philosopher. But then you took me like a soldier, 
with passion and power. I felt every ridge of your manhood as you 
moved within me. And when you plunged into me the final time, I 
knew you would soon loose a torrent."

The pressure in my balls built, and she stopped talking as she 
concentrated on getting me off. With one hand, she cupped my 
balls and pressed that spot behind them. With the other, she 
continued stroking me, squeezing gently as she did.

"You're so hard, my lord," she breathed.

With that, my buttocks and legs tensed up. When I arched my back, 
I almost bucked Kendall (or Ariadne--I was too far gone to care) 
off me. The pressure built until I almost couldn't stand it. My 
dick swelled and then seemed to swell again.

Finally, the dam burst. I felt the first splatter of semen across 
my chest. Then I clamped my eyes shut and saw stars. As she 
continued to pump my spurting cock, I drifted through a fog of 
pleasure.

"Oh, master," she said when I regained some semblance of 
consciousness, "I love you."

"I love you too," I said, panting.

She continued to massage my dick, squeezing the last drops of 
semen onto my abdomen.

"God, that was good," I gasped.

For a few moments, neither of us spoke. She continued stroking my 
dick, taking care to avoid the sensitive head.

Then I lifted my head and looked down at her. "Wow."

"Did you enjoy your massage, my lord?" she asked.

"God, yes."

"Let me get the towel to clean you." A moment later, she dipped 
the small white towel into the bowl of water and began wiping up 
my semen. Droplets were _everywhere_. When she finished, she 
smiled down at me. "Are you happy with me, master?"

"_Very_ happy," I said. Then I waggled my eyebrows at her and 
propped myself on my elbows.

She sat quietly as I eyed her body.

Then I reached for the gathered fabric at her right shoulder. She 
didn't move as I pulled it down her arm. My hand caressed her 
breast, gently testing its heft. Then I tweaked her already hard 
nipple with my thumb.

"Oh, master," she breathed, her eyes closed, "your touch sends 
shivers through me."

I gently pulled her so she straddled my chest. Then I lifted my 
head and suckled her right nipple, causing her to whimper. When I 
switched to her left breast, she gasped. With my lips clamped 
around the hard little bud of her nipple, I lay back, gently 
pulling her with me. She supported herself with outstretched arms, 
her breasts dangling in my face.

I luxuriated in the feel of her soft, pendulous flesh. Then I 
pushed her breasts together and inhaled the scent of her skin. 
Finally, I began licking and sucking her nipples, gently at first, 
but with increasing enthusiasm. She gasped in pleasure as I did. 
I knew how much she liked having them sucked, and I certainly 
didn't want to disappoint her.

As I continued sucking her nipples, I reached behind her and 
spread her cheeks. She groaned when my fingers found her drenched 
slit. I parted her labia with my middle finger and then gently 
slid it into her. As the pad of my finger glided over her, I felt 
the inner ridges of her pussy. She quivered when I gently 
massaged them.

"Turn around," I said at last.

Without comment, she obeyed.

Then I guided her so she straddled my face.

"Would you like me to pleasure you with my mouth, my lord?" she 
asked.

Instead of answering, I lifted my resurgent erection and aimed it 
in her general direction. She bent forward and captured it with 
her supple lips. I closed my eyes for a moment and enjoyed the 
heat of her mouth.

Then, to my surprise, she slowly engulfed most of my length. When 
she finally closed her lips, I felt the muscles at the back of 
her throat as she swallowed.

"Oh, God," I groaned. "That feels incredible."

She tightened her lips and slowly drew back, caressing me with 
her tongue as she did. At the tip of my dick, she gently sucked 
on the glans. Then she opened her mouth and moved back down. Once 
again, I felt my cock enter the back of her throat. When she 
clamped her lips around my girth, I felt her breath on my balls.

For the next few minutes, I lost myself in the blissful 
sensations she created with her mouth. As she slowly fellated me, 
she played with my balls, adding to my pleasure.

Finally, I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I had a beautiful, 
shaved, and _very_ wet pussy mere inches from my face. Her aroma 
surrounded me, infusing my senses with her arousal and fueling my 
own.

She groaned around my cock when I began licking her slit. Then I 
reached around her hips so I could hold her pussy open and tongue 
the sensitive tissues inside. After several long licks, I locked 
my lips around her swollen clit and sucked gently. When I did, 
she let my cock slip from her mouth.

Once the distraction of her lips was gone, I began licking her in 
earnest. Instead of sucking me, she wrapped her hand around my 
saliva-slick length and simply stroked.

With her soft thighs bracing my face, I returned my attention to 
her pussy. For a moment, I simply marveled at her beauty. Her 
outer labia were swollen and pink. Her inner lips were plump with 
arousal, and I could almost watch the dewdrops of moisture 
forming on them. Then I inhaled her scent again. At last, I 
flattened my tongue and ran it along her slit. She moaned in 
ecstasy and laid her head on my left hip.

With my fingers, I held her pussy open so I could lick the 
sensitive folds between her inner and outer lips. Then I thrust 
the tip of my tongue inside her, eliciting another moan.

After a moment, I returned my lips to her hooded but swollen clit. 
I locked them around the hard little pearl and pressed it with my 
tongue, teasing it from side to side. As I did, I savored the 
fresh, tangy, metallic flavor of her juices.

Then I pursed my lips and sucked. While I did, I gently speared 
her with my middle finger, once again caressing her inner ridges. 
As I moved it in and out, I started licking her again. Then I 
wagged my tongue side-to-side over her clit, causing her to 
shudder.

With her breasts pressing into my stomach, I could feel her 
breathing growing heavy and erratic. She had stopped moving her 
hand on my erection, choosing to simply hold it. I smiled to 
myself and buried my face in her warm, slippery pussy. After 
several minutes of my lips and tongue, she finally pushed herself 
upright.

"Please take me, my lord," she begged. "I need to feel your 
manhood inside me."

For a moment, I furrowed my brow in confusion. Then I realized--
with a bit of amazement--that she was still playing the part of a 
slave princess. Instead of replying, I tapped her inner thigh.

She immediately swung her leg over my head and sat back.

I rolled upright. When she began untying the knot holding the 
cord around her waist, I stopped her with a gesture. She gave me 
a curious look as I lifted her to her knees and then shuffled 
closer.

My erection brushed the bottom of the toga as I worked the knot 
loose. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and stroked gently. 
In a moment, I pulled the gold cord from around her waist and let 
the gauzy toga fall to the floor.

When I looked up, I gazed into her bright blue eyes. Then I 
pulled her close and kissed her, her breasts crushing against my 
chest as we embraced. My tongue explored her mouth as I held her 
close, delighting in the feel of her body against mine.

Without breaking our kiss, I turned us both and lowered her to 
the blanket. Her knees parted as I moved between them, and I felt 
the heat of her pussy bathe my skin.

I lowered my lips to hers and she eagerly responded. As we kissed, 
I ground my shaft against her smooth, slick pussy, causing her to 
moan into my mouth. After several minutes of mounting passion and 
desire, I pulled back and smiled roguishly.

Then I began kissing her neck and earlobes. She gasped and held 
me close. When I trailed kisses down her neck and chest, she ran 
her fingers through my hair. I paused to circle her left nipple 
with my tongue. Then I moved to the right. I switched between 
them several times, sucking them to erection.

Finally, I straightened and then gazed down at her. I put my 
hands on her up-thrust knees and simply admired her. Her breasts 
were flattened to the sides, and in the candlelight, they shone 
where my saliva coated her nipples. Her soft, smooth stomach 
fluttered with her irregular breathing.

Then I sat back on my haunches and admired her clean-shaven pussy. 
Her skin was smooth and flawless, her labia darkened with arousal. 
With her legs spread to accommodate my hips, her pussy lips 
parted to reveal her inner folds. They glistened with her 
moisture.

With a grin, I scooted forward, gripped my jutting shaft, and 
rubbed it along her length. In the candlelight, her waist chain 
sparkled against her tanned skin. I tore my eyes away from it--
and the beautiful flare of her hips--to concentrate on teasing 
her pussy with my dick.

"My lord," she pleaded in a whisper.

"What do you want?" I asked. It was a little game we sometimes 
played, and I knew her well. I would tease her and make her 
explicitly tell me what she wanted. I could almost feel the 
temperature in her pussy climb a few degrees at the prospect.

"Please."

"Tell me what you want... um..." _What was her make-believe name 
again?_ I wondered. _Jeez, one look at her beautiful pussy and 
I'd forget my own name sometimes! Arlene?_ _Ariel? Ariadne!_ 
"Tell me what you want, Ariadne," I repeated.

"You know what I want, my lord."

"Tell me anyway," I said as I dragged my glans through the 
slippery folds of her spread pussy.

"Please, don't make me."

"Do you want my manhood?" I asked. "Do you want me to fill you 
with my seed?"

"Please, my lord," she begged. When I arched an eyebrow, she 
nodded, her eyes beseeching me.

"Then tell me," I said. "Tell me what you want. Say it."

For a moment, she hesitated. I could tell that she was excited 
(her pussy was practically gushing), but it excited her to "give 
in" to my demands.

"Tell me what you want, Ariadne," I said. Then I teased her with 
my cock, rubbing it over her swollen clit.

She shuddered and then gazed into my eyes. "Take me, my lord," 
she said.

I set the tip of my dick at her opening.

"Fill my temple of Aphrodite with your rampant manhood."

Instead of plunging into her, I laughed. (I couldn't help myself!)

For a moment, she looked betrayed. But then she thought about 
what she'd said. Reluctantly, she started giggling too.

"Fill your temple of Aphrodite with my rampant manhood?" I asked 
between fits of laughter.

"Was it a bit much?" she asked when we both calmed down.

I wiped tears from the corners of my eyes and nodded. "Sorry."

"I guess it _was_ kind of silly," she said.

"Kind of?"

"Okay, maybe it was a _lot_ silly."

Still chuckling, I nodded.

"Well, you don't have to keep laughing," she said.

"I'm sorry. I really am," I said. "Did you just make that up?"

She shook her head. "I probably read it somewhere."

"You've been reading the wrong books."

"I can't help it if I have a secret addiction to cheap romance 
novels."

"Yeah, but you don't have to quote them," I said.

Before she could answer, I held up my hand to forestall her. Then, 
I looked down at where our bodies were almost joined. With a sly 
grin, I eased my hips forward. When my cock encountered her tight 
pussy, it momentarily bent. She gasped in ecstasy as I exerted a 
little more pressure and her folds parted to admit my glans. Then 
I held her hips as I concentrated on sliding my cock into her 
vise-like pussy.

"There," I said at last. "Now we can finish our conversation."

"I'm sorry," she asked distractedly, "what were we talking 
about?"

"Your reading list," I said. Then I adjusted my hips and seated 
myself more firmly in her pussy.

"Oh my goodness," she gasped.

"You know," I said with a grimace of pleasure, "when I'm away 
from you for a while, I forget how tight you are."

"And I forget how _big_ you are."

"I'm not _that_ big," I said.

"You're pretty big," she said breathlessly.

"But we fit perfectly."

"Perfectly," she echoed.

"Now, I believe we were talking about your reading list."

"_Fuck_ my reading list," she said. Then she realized what she'd 
said (which was completely out of character). Her eyes popped 
open and she started giggling again.

It was funny, but I was too consumed by pleasure to laugh with 
her. As her stomach heaved with laughter, her inner muscles 
rippled and gripped me. The feeling was almost indescribable.

"You're a bad influence on me," she said when her laughter died 
down.

"Would my bad influence have anything to do with _this?_" I asked 
as I rocked my hips.

Her eyes snapped shut and she whimpered in pleasure.

I lowered my chest to hers and supported myself on my elbows. She 
gasped as my cock moved within her. Then she wrapped her arms 
around me and held me close.

"I love you," she whispered. "I love you _so_ much."

"I love you too." Then I pressed my lips to hers.

As we kissed, I began rocking my hips. My dick didn't move much, 
but she was so tight that every inch felt like a foot. After a 
minute or two, we broke our kiss, both panting.

"I love this part," she whispered.

I raised my head and looked a question at her.

"When you first enter me," she said, "before I'm really used to 
your thickness. It feels like you're splitting me in half," she 
continued. "I can feel every vein and every ridge of your dick. 
And when you move, it's... wow."

"'Wow,' huh?"

She nodded. "Sometimes, I think my body was made for you."

"Oh, God, me too," I groaned as I began thrusting slowly.

Instead of replying, she ran her hands over my flanks. Then she 
tilted her hips, closed her eyes in pleasure, and locked her 
ankles behind my back. Her nostrils flared as she took a deep 
breath, her eyelids flushed with desire.

I smiled when she opened her eyes and gazed up at me.

"Fuck me, my lord," she said, back in the character of Ariadne. 
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

In answer, I drew my hips back. At the end of my stroke, I kissed 
her. She moaned into my mouth as I hesitated for a moment. My 
cock bent when I tried to slide it back into her. But then it 
quickly overcame her resistance and sank into the steamy, tight 
confines of her pussy. When my hips ground against her pelvis, 
she moaned again.

With that, I began fucking her in earnest. At first, I took long, 
deliberate strokes, watching as my cock spread her open. In the 
dancing light from the candles, her clean-shaven outer labia 
glistened with moisture. Each time I pulled back, her inner lips 
grabbed at the sides of my dick and tried to hold me inside her. 
And each time I slid back into her, they disappeared with the 
friction of my passing.

As I slowly increased my pace, she closed her eyes and savored 
the feeling of my cock moving within her. Her tan breasts bounced 
each time I thrust into her, her nipples crinkled and erect with 
desire.

"Play with your nipples," I said.

Without opening her eyes, she began twisting and tugging them. 
They were usually super-sensitive, and this time was no exception. 
Almost as soon as she began playing with them, she started 
whimpering.

"You like playing with your tits, don't you?" I asked.

Her lips compressed into a thin white line as she nodded.

"You like it when I _make_ you play with them."

Again, she nodded.

"You're a good girl, aren't you?"

"Yes," she hissed.

"A good little Greek princess."

Another nod.

"You'd never be so... wanton, would you?"

"No, never," she breathed. "Never."

"You like it when I make you spread your legs for me."

Instead of answering, her eyes popped open and she searched my 
face.

"You like feeling my cock inside you, don't you."

She didn't answer.

"Say it," I demanded as I continued thrusting into her. "Tell me 
you like my cock."

"No," she whispered.

"Tell me."

She shook her head.

In spite of her denial, I could feel her getting more excited. 
Her pussy had steadily grown hotter and wetter. Her face and 
chest were flushed as well.

"My lord," she gasped.

"Tell me how much you like my cock," I said. "Say it."

Her pussy started fluttering around my invading manhood.

I increased my pace and began slamming into her. My own orgasm 
welled up, but I wanted to come when she did.

"Oh, master," she pleaded, "don't make me say it."

"Say it."

She shook her head.

"Say it... concubine."

"Yes, master. I--"

Before she could utter another word, her pussy clenched me 
tightly. As I jackhammered into her, she climaxed, her body going 
rigid. Her internal muscles gripped me so hard that I didn't 
think I'd be able to thrust into her again. When they parted and 
I slammed into her, she groaned in ecstasy.

As her pussy convulsed around my cock, I kept pounding into her, 
forcing my way inside her. She cried out and gripped my upper 
arms, holding on as the sensations of her orgasm assaulted her.

Finally, I buried myself deep within her and felt my cock swell. 
She moaned when the first jet coated her insides. I arched my 
back and tried to bury myself deeper inside her, but the next 
spurt erupted and I clamped my eyes shut in bliss. As I emptied 
my balls into her, she moaned softly.

When I opened my eyes, after several long moments, she smiled up 
at me and caressed my face. I swallowed to moisten my mouth and 
then smiled in reply.

"Yes, my lord," she said softly. "I want your dick."

"Well, you've got it," I panted. "And _then_ some."

"I know," she said, her smile full of warmth.

For a long, drawn-out moment, we gazed into each other's eyes. As 
we did, I felt a connection deeper than I ever thought possible.

"I love you, Paul," she said softly.

"I love you too."

With that, I lowered my lips to hers and we kissed for a long 
time, my dwindling erection still buried in her depths.

-----

Later, Kendall and I showered together and then cleaned up the 
evidence of our afternoon tryst. I felt like I was hiding things 
from Gina, but I also didn't want to deal with her sullen 
attitude or I-wanted-to-watch pouting.

I spent time alone with Gina, and I wanted the same with Kendall. 
I enjoyed when all three of us got together, but for Kendall's 
and my reunion, I wanted some privacy. Still, it felt like a 
betrayal to not mention it to Gina.

"Are you okay?" Kendall asked as we relaxed on the couch in the 
living room.

I nodded.

"You look... pensive."

"I guess I am," I said. Then I tried to explain what I'd been 
thinking.

"So you're worried about not telling her?"

I nodded.

Instead of replying, she grew quiet.

"I guess I feel guilty," I said. When Kendall stiffened, I 
hastily explained. "I don't feel guilty about being with you, but 
I feel bad about not wanting to tell her."

"I understand."

"I mean, I guess I just don't want the hassle. She'll either be 
sullen or upset."

"_I_ have to share," Kendall said quietly. "Why can't she?"

"Maybe this whole two-girlfriend thing isn't as easy as I first 
thought it'd be."

She shook her head and wiped the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Kendall," I said as I put my arm around her. "I 
didn't mean it like that. Having you in my life has been one of 
the best things to ever happen to me. There are thousands of guys 
who'd kill to be in my shoes."

"With two girls who want too much of your time?"

"With two girls who are smart, beautiful, and sexy. Heck, most 
guys'd be lucky to have _one_ girl like that. I've got two."

"And it's already causing you problems," she said with a sniffle.

"No, _I'm_ causing me problems. I just need to get over feeling 
guilty. If Gina doesn't like me spending private time with you, 
she'll just have to deal with it. I don't want to lie to her, so 
I just won't tell her. Besides, if I don't tell her, she won't 
get angry."

"But isn't that lying by omission?"

"No, it's not lying. It's... I mean... well..."

"It's not as simple as that, is it?" she asked. "The world isn't 
black and white, lying or not lying."

Reluctantly, I shook my head in agreement.

"I'm sorry I brought it up," she said.

I turned toward her and gazed at her earnestly. "Kendall, it's 
not your fault. I guess it's mine. Having two girlfriends was 
fine when I only spent time with one of you at a time, or when we 
were at camp and no one got jealous--"

"I'm not jealous," she said. Then, "Much."

"I know, but like you said, Gina's out of her comfort spot--"

"Zone."

"Zone," I amended. "I don't think she's really jealous... Maybe 
'lonely' is the right word."

"I guess."

"But that doesn't make it any easier. For her or for us," I said. 
Then I lifted her chin with my finger. "You know I love you, 
right?"

She nodded.

"And you're more important to me than almost anything else in the 
world."

"I know, but what if someone else important doesn't want me 
around?"

"Then _I'll_ deal with it. I'm not going to dump you because 
Gina's upset. She's been upset before, and I survived. I'll 
survive again."

"I know, but--"

At that point, we heard the apartment door open and then close. A 
moment later, Abby walked into the living room. She set her books 
on the table, waved to us, then blithely stepped into the kitchen.

"Listen," I said to Kendall, keeping my voice low, "I love you 
more than life itself. I'm not going to let anything--or 
any_one_--come between us. If Gina wants me to break up with you, 
then she's not the girl I fell in love with in the first place. 
She's not like that, though. So the only thing that you and I 
need to worry about is _us_, the two of us. Okay?"

"I guess."

"Trust me. We'll be fine," I said. _I hope,_ I added silently.

Then Kendall wiped her eyes and put on a brave face.

"I love you," I whispered to her.

"I love you too."

A moment later, Abby emerged from the kitchen with a glass of tea. 
Kendall stood and smoothed her shorts.

"How was class?" she asked the blonde girl.

As they talked, I frantically replayed the past half-hour in my 
mind. I didn't want Kendall to feel like my _second_ girlfriend, 
but I didn't know what to do about Gina, either. She wasn't happy, 
and I couldn't fix things. I didn't like not telling her about 
getting together with Kendall, but I knew what would happen if I 
did. I hated lying, even by omission, but it was better than the 
alternative.

Wasn't it?

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