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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
Part: Chapter 05
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MFF, MF, teen, oral, anal
Revision: 1.01
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 
the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio 
(nick_scipio@yahoo.com). This story may be freely distributed 
with this disclaimer attached.

Copyright (c) 2004 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER FIVE

Sometime during the night, I awoke.

As I blinked to clear my eyes, I realized what had woken me up. I 
don't know what I'd been dreaming about, but judging by my 
erection, it must've been good. Then I felt a pair of warm, soft, 
wet lips around my dick.

Since we had pulled the mattresses from both beds and shoved them 
together on the floor, all three of us were in the same "bed." I 
figured Gina had probably felt my hardness and decided to suck me 
off. So I relaxed and reached down to run my fingers through her 
hair.

Then, to my surprise, she took me into her throat. When her lips 
clamped around my shaft, I could feel her breath on the base of 
my cock.

When the wave of sheer pleasure passed, I lifted my head and 
looked down my torso. The room was dim, but I could barely make 
out the shape of the girl between my legs. Kendall--her lips 
still wrapped around my hard-on--glanced up when she felt me move. 
Then she slid my dick from her mouth and put her finger to her 
lips in a shushing gesture. Her hair cascaded over her face as 
she returned her attention to my manhood.

As I spread my legs, she moved between them. I made sure not to 
disturb Gina, who was sleeping soundly to my left. Kendall's warm 
skin felt good against my own, and her lips felt heavenly.

She took her time, sucking me slowly, making love to my cock. Her 
lips and tongue caressed the soft skin of my shaft with each 
stroke. As her head slowly bobbed up and down, I had to stifle a 
groan. Even though I had come several times, earlier in the night, 
I soon felt my balls tighten with the first signs of impending 
climax.

Kendall felt it too, and slowed her pace. As her lips brushed 
over the crown of my cock, she flicked her tongue against the 
underside of my glans. I shivered at the sensation and then felt 
her lips tighten in a smile.

She let my cock slip from her mouth. Then she held it out of the 
way, turned her head to the side, and tongued my balls. Her soft 
hair fanned out on my thigh as she sucked a testicle into her 
steamy mouth. I felt her breath on the underside of my cock as 
she continued licking and sucking my balls. I wanted to come, but 
she was enjoying herself, so I tried to relax and hold back.

Unfortunately, it didn't work. Her mouth felt too good. When she 
sensed my breathing grow shallow and erratic, she returned her 
lips to my manhood and tried to swallow me whole. I felt the tip 
of my cock enter the back of her throat and had to stifle another 
groan. She still couldn't swallow all of me, but it wasn't for 
lack of trying.

Finally, she wrapped her fist around my shaft and began to stroke. 
At the same time, she clamped her lips around my dick, just below 
the head. My legs and back tensed up as my toes pointed, and I 
clawed at the sheets as the pressure built. Finally, I had to 
clench my teeth to keep from crying out.

Pure, fantastic, white-hot ecstasy erupted from my groin and 
spread outward. I barely felt the first rush of semen as it 
surged up my shaft and jetted into Kendall's mouth. I didn't feel 
the second spurt at all.

For several timeless moments, I tried to keep from groaning as 
come erupted from deep within my balls. When my cock finally 
stopped spurting, I relaxed and sagged to the mattress.

Then I shivered; my nerves had suddenly become super-sensitive. I 
could feel Kendall's soft breath on my dick. I could feel the 
shape of her nipple as her breast pressed against my leg. I could 
feel the texture of the sheets beneath me. I could even feel the 
gentle air currents in the room.

As I marveled at it all, Kendall gently sucked my slowly 
deflating member. A few minutes later, she released my flaccid 
penis and crawled from between my legs. As she settled next to me, 
her breasts pressed against my chest and side. Instead of 
speaking, she put her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arm 
around her. Then she sighed in contentment and kissed my chest. 
Without speaking, we drifted off to sleep.

-----

When I awoke the second time, it was well after eight thirty. 
Morning sunlight filtered through the blinds. Kendall stirred 
beside me when I touched her. Then I reached out and put my hand 
on Gina's flank. When she felt my touch, she unconsciously 
scooted toward me. Still asleep, she rolled over and snuggled 
against me, draping her leg over mine as she did. I grinned to 
myself and pulled Kendall close as well.

My morning hard-on tented the sheet as I reveled in the feeling 
of two warm, nude, sexy girls. I must have dozed off for a while, 
because when I woke up again, I had to go to the bathroom. I 
tried to hold out, but my bladder was insistent. So I carefully 
disengaged myself from the girls and stood up. I was about to 
walk into the foyer--erection and all--when it occurred to me 
that I wasn't at home. I smacked myself in the forehead and then 
wrapped a towel around my waist.

A few minutes later, I quietly walked back into the room and 
looked down at the girls' sleeping forms. Gina was curled up on 
her side, which was her usual way of sleeping. Kendall, on the 
other hand, had sprawled across most of her side of the two-
mattress bed.

I chuckled to myself as I gazed at them. Gina and I had gotten 
used to sleeping with each other, and I actually _slept_ when we 
were together. I didn't get much sleep when Kendall and I were 
together. For all her intelligence and pure sex appeal, Kendall 
was _not_ used to sleeping with anyone else. Sharing a bed with 
her was an adventure, in more ways than one.

I shook my head wryly and decided to take a shower. I _really_ 
wanted to fool around--my erection hadn't fully subsided--but 
both girls were sleeping so peacefully that I simply didn't have 
the heart to wake them. So I grabbed my shower basket, slipped 
into my flip-flops, and headed back into the foyer.

In the shower, I let the hot water run down my shoulders and back. 
As I did, I thought back to the night before. Even though all 
three of us had been tired, we were also excited to be together 
as a threesome again.

After the girls had stripped me and taken turns giving me head, I 
complained that they had too many clothes on. They obliged me by 
doing a simultaneous striptease. When they were both nude, they 
tackled me, giggling the whole time. I easily turned the tables 
and pinned Gina beneath me. Then, to my surprise, Kendall went 
down on the darker girl. At that point, I was perfectly happy to 
kneel over Gina's chest and let her suck my cock while Kendall 
pleasured her.

As I replayed scenes in my mind, my dick predictably stiffened, 
so I reached down and stroked myself. Before I had a chance to 
work up a good rhythm, however, T.J. and Glen's door opened.

I froze.

Could they hear me jerking off? Was I being too loud? I didn't 
_think_ I had made any noise, but I couldn't be sure. My heart 
thudded in my chest as agonizing seconds ticked by.

When their door closed, I heaved a sigh of relief.

Then, a moment later, the outer shower curtain rattled open. 
Panic speared my gut.

What if one of my suitemates had stumbled out of their room half 
asleep and decided to take a shower? Or worse, what if big Glen 
liked _guys_, and I was going to be his new plaything? Would I be 
able to stop him? Could I fight him off and then lock myself in 
my room?

_Calm down!_ I mentally shouted.

When the outer shower curtain closed, I relaxed a little. T.J., 
or Glen--whichever it was--had realized that the shower was 
occupied, although how either of them had missed the sound of the 
water was beyond me. Fortunately, the thought of Glen turning me 
into his butt buddy had completely deflated my erection. So if 
either of them _had_ decided to open the shower curtain, at least 
I wouldn't be standing there holding my hard-on.

Then the inner shower curtain rustled. I nearly jumped out of my 
skin. As the curtain moved aside, I made a fist and drew it back, 
ready to swing first and ask questions later.

When _Kendall_ peered around the curtain, my eyes flew wide.

She laughed.

"What?!" I demanded in near apoplexy.

"You should see your face," she said. Then, without a comment 
about my angry tone, she unwrapped her towel, hung it on the hook, 
and stepped into the shower with me.

"I thought you were Glen," I hissed. "Or T.J. But mostly Glen." 
Then I shuddered at the thought.

"I'm sorry," she said, realizing how tense I was. "One of them 
came out right as I opened the door from your room. I guess he 
wanted to take a shower, but when he heard the water running, he 
went back inside. As soon as his door shut, I darted across the 
foyer."

"Then why didn't I hear _my_ door?" I asked.

"Because I didn't want to wake Gina up, so I closed it softly."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry," she said again. "I didn't mean to scare you--"

"You didn't scare me," I said. Then I scowled. "Much."

By way of apology, she pressed her body against mine and backed 
us both under the shower. Then she kissed me. "I'm sorry," she 
whispered. "But you should've seen your face," she added with a 
soft giggle.

"That bad, huh?"

"That funny," she said.

"Well, what'd you expect? I thought big Glen was coming to make 
me his... well... you know... his _special_ friend."

"He's gay?"

"How should _I_ know?"

"But I thought you said..."

"He's not gay," I said. Then, "I hope." After a long pause, I had 
to chuckle. It _was_ an absurd situation.

Treacherous imagination.

"I guess I just panicked," I admitted at last.

"I really_ am _sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

"That's okay. I'm cool."

She simply nodded and reached for the soap and washcloth. Then 
she glanced up and smiled bashfully. "I enjoyed this morning," 
she said softly.

"Me too," I said.

"You were so _hard_, and I couldn't sleep."

I nodded as she began to lather my shoulders and chest.

"I just had the sudden urge to suck you," she said with a shrug. 
"I don't know why."

"Well, I'm glad you did. You'll have to let me return the favor."

"I'd like that," she said. Then she started washing my cock and 
balls. "I like it when you do. You're always more aggressive when 
you go down on me. With Gina, it's..."

"It's what?"

"It's... different," she said. "Softer."

"You usually come quicker, too."

"I hoped you hadn't noticed that," she said with an apologetic 
look.

"It's okay. She's got the same body parts you do, and she knows 
what feels good. I've got to pay attention to your reactions. 
She's got your reactions _and_ firsthand experience. I can't beat 
that."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"No," I said. Then, "Okay, maybe a little. But not really. I mean, 
I can do things _she_ can't do."

"No _kidding_."

"I think every guy wants to think he's the best a girl's ever had, 
but I know it's not always gonna be true." Then I paused for a 
moment of introspection. "Well, I guess I know it _here_," I said, 
tapping my forehead. "But it sometimes stings here--" I touched 
my finger to my chest, "--when I find out I'm _not_ the best, 
biggest, longest, or whatever."

"You're the best _I've_ ever had," Kendall said softly.

"Even better than my dad?" I asked. I normally didn't feel all 
that competitive where my father was concerned, but I had to 
admit that he was a pretty good lover (despite how _weird_ it 
felt to make the admission).

"Your dad's too big for me," she said after a moment's hesitation.

"Huh? My dick's as thick as his."

"Not thick," she explained. "Big. As in 'long.'"

"Too _long?_"

"Mmm hmm," she said as she stopped washing me. "When he's inside 
me, he bumps into my cervix, and it kind of hurts."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Do you remember when I said I thought my body was 
made for you?"

"Several times," I said.

"That's because you're long, but not too long, and you're thick, 
but not too thick. Dennis Raeford is a little big for me too, but 
he's too thick. So as far as I'm concerned, my body was made for 
_you_ and _your_ dick."

"I know we haven't really talked about it," I ventured, "but what 
about the other guys?"

"What other guys?" she asked hoarsely.

"I mean, I know you've slept with other guys. It doesn't _bother_ 
me or anything, but I guess I'm still curious."

For a moment, she looked at me, studying my face for any hidden 
meaning.

I really _wasn't_ upset that she'd had sex with other guys. At 
the time, she was at UT and I was home in Atlanta with Gina. Now 
that we were all together, things were different. But before...

"I didn't think you knew about them," she said softly.

"I do."

"There were only three, and not even really _three_."

_Three?!_ I thought there were only _two_. I tried to conceal my 
shock, so I simply nodded.

Kendall, however, wasn't fooled. "You didn't know there were 
three?" she asked.

I shook my head ruefully. "I thought there were only two."

"Are you sure you want to talk about this?" she asked.

"I'm fine. But I don't want to talk about it unless you do, I 
guess."

"I don't want to hide anything from you."

"I know. But this wouldn't be hiding them. I mean, I _know_ about 
the guys. I don't need to know the details, do I?" Despite what I 
said, curiosity burned in my veins. I really _did_ want to know 
about them. I don't know why, though. I guess I wanted--like any 
other guy on the planet--to know that I was better than those 
other guys, that I wouldn't lose Kendall to someone she liked 
more than me. Unfortunately, she saw right through me.

"Do you want me to tell you?" she asked. "I will, if you ask me 
to."

"I want you to, but I _don't_ want you to. Does that make sense?"

She nodded.

"I mean, I'm dying to know, but I don't want you to feel like I 
forced you to tell me or anything."

"I understand."

"So you probably _shouldn't_ tell me."

"That's not what you really want," she said.

I sighed. "No. You can read me too well," I said. Then I cupped 
her face and made her look at me. "If I hadn't asked, would you 
have told me about them?"

She shook her head. "They're not part of my life anymore. One of 
them never really _was_ a part of my life; he was a big mistake 
when I was at a party and I'd had too much to drink. And the last 
guy... well... he _really_ shouldn't have happened. But we didn't 
actually have sex. Not really."

"Then that's good enough for me," I lied. Once again, she saw 
right through me.

"Are you sure?"

"No," I said. "I'm _not_ sure. But that's what love is about: 
doing something for someone _else's_ happiness, instead of my own. 
Yeah, I want to know about the other guys. But I think it's more 
important that I _not_ know. It's more important to you, at least. 
And _that's_ what really matters to me."

"Thank you," she whispered. Then she looked up anxiously. "They 
really _aren't_ part of my life anymore."

"I know," I said, pulling her close.

"Thank you," she said as she hugged me tight. Then she sniffled. 
"I love you."

"I love you too. Very much."

While I was still holding her, T.J. and Glen's door opened again. 
A moment later, it slammed shut.

"I think they want to use the shower," I said.

Kendall nodded and wiped her eyes. Then, to my surprise, she 
kissed me, deep and long.

When we broke the kiss, I merely blinked at her.

"Thank you for not asking me about... the other guys," she said.

"You're welcome."

"You know you're the only man in my life."

I nodded.

"You're the love of my life."

Once again, I nodded.

"Now," she whispered, "let's finish up and see if Gina's awake." 
With that, she kissed me again. "Feeling loved makes me horny," 
she whispered with a grin.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

In response, she gave me a smoldering look.

I think we finished our shower in record time.

-----

We spent most of the morning fooling around. Gina was a little 
upset at being woken up, but when she realized that Kendall and I 
were both horny, her mood improved quite a bit.

Later, we snuck downstairs to get something to eat and then snuck 
back up the stairs (even though it was a holiday, it was still a 
Monday, which meant no visitation).

"What time does Bridget's party start?" Gina asked as we relaxed 
in my room.

"She said we should be there around four," Kendall answered. "I 
told Abby we'd meet her at the apartment at three thirty."

"Abby's going too?" Gina asked.

Kendall nodded. "We've been pretty good friends with Bridget and 
Toni since we were freshmen. They still live with each other too. 
They've got an apartment together, a couple of miles from 
campus."

"Oh," Gina said. "Okay. Do we need to bring anything?" she asked.

"I asked," Kendall said. "Bridget said the party's being catered, 
so we don't need to bring a thing."

"Okay," Gina said. Then she grew sly. "So what do we wanna do in 
the meantime?"

I gave her a suggestive look.

"That's what _I_ was thinking," she said.

"You two are _horrible_," Kendall said.

"And you're not?" Gina asked. "If I recall," she said, assuming a 
playfully haughty expression, "you woke _me_ up earlier, wanting 
to fool around."

"You did," I said to Kendall with a wry grin. Then I pulled her 
close. "You know you want to."

Her blushing smile was answer enough.

When I looked at Gina, she winked at me. Then she stood up. The 
mattresses were still together on the floor, so she walked around 
them.

"Do you know what I want to do?" she asked.

Kendall merely shook her head. She was trying to appear 
disaffected, but I knew her well enough to realize how excited 
she was.

"I want to suck your pussy while Paul fucks you from behind," 
Gina said to the taller girl. Then she started tweaking Kendall's 
nipples through her t-shirt.

Kendall merely sighed and closed her eyes.

At that point, Gina moved in for the kill. "Then I want to watch 
as he slides his big, hard, thick dick in your ass," she said.

With a whimper, Kendall sagged against me.

"I know how much you like it back there," Gina whispered as she 
lifted Kendall's shirt. "Just think about Paul fucking you in the 
ass while I lick your pussy." As she cupped Kendall's breasts, 
she looked at me and winked. "Why don't you unzip Paul's pants 
and take out his dick," she suggested to the taller girl.

Kendall licked her lips and nodded without opening her eyes. Then 
she fumbled at my zipper. When she got it open, she reached 
inside and delicately extracted my burgeoning erection.

"It's nice and hard, isn't it?" Gina whispered. Then she 
unfastened Kendall's bra. With a grin, she began sucking the 
taller girl's nipples.

At that point, I reached to Kendall's waist and unsnapped her 
shorts. She moaned softly when my hand slipped under the 
waistband of her panties. When my fingertips found her smooth 
labia, she was already moist with arousal. I slid one finger 
along her slit and then spread her lips. She gasped as I gently 
slid my finger inside her.

"You like Paul playing with you, don't you?" Gina asked.

Kendall took a deep, shuddering breath and then nodded.

"You like feeling his dick."

Another nod.

"And you like it when I lick your pussy, don't you?" Gina asked.

"Yes," Kendall hissed.

With my other hand, I reached out and lifted Gina's shirt.

She paused for a moment and then pulled away from Kendall's 
breast. With an economy of motion, she pulled off her shirt, 
unfastened her bra, and tossed them both aside.

I used the opportunity to pull my cock from Kendall's grasp and 
remove her shirt and bra as well. Then I hooked my thumbs under 
the waistband of her shorts and panties. A moment later, she 
stepped out of them and I tossed them with her other clothes.

While Gina resumed sucking Kendall's nipples, I tugged off my 
shirt and then shed my shorts and underwear. My dick bobbed 
gently as I moved behind Kendall. Then I lowered my hips and 
probed between her thighs with my erection.

She spread her legs to accommodate me and Gina took advantage of 
the opportunity to begin rubbing the taller girl's clit.

 From behind, I reached around and cupped Kendall's generous 
breasts. Then I held them for Gina.

Kendall whimpered softly and leaned against my bare chest, her 
skin warm against my own. As she lolled her head back and rested 
it on my shoulder, Gina slowly sank to her knees, planting kisses 
along Kendall's stomach as she went.

For a moment, Gina sucked the head of my cock instead of 
Kendall's pussy. Then she turned her attentions to the taller 
girl's damp, smooth sex.

Kendall simply whimpered as Gina and I tag-teamed her. For a few 
minutes, Gina tongued her, alternating between long licks and 
short, quick ones. I continued playing with the taller girl's 
breasts, testing their heft as I twisted her nipples between 
thumb and forefinger.

"Turn her around, Paul," Gina said at last. "Bend her over the 
counter and fuck her from behind."

As Gina moved out of the way, I obliged her. Kendall braced her 
hands on the counter as I pulled her ass toward me. Then I looked 
up and watched her in the mirror. Her eyes were closed and her 
hair hung down, obscuring most of her face, but my gaze soon 
drifted to her dangling breasts.

On the floor, Gina moved between Kendall's legs and resumed her 
ministrations. At the same time, I cupped Kendall's heavy, tanned 
breasts. She moaned as I teased her nipples. At that point, Gina 
reached between my legs and started fondling my balls. Then she 
wrapped her fingers around my shaft and stroked me.

"Fuck her, Paul," she said after several strokes.

I pulled back and gripped my cock. Then I aimed it between 
Kendall's spread cheeks and eased forward. Gina held Kendall's 
pussy open, and guided my cock as I slipped inside. Kendall 
gasped as my girth spread her open. Since we'd already had sex 
once that day, she was more than ready for me. With one 
continuous thrust, I buried myself inside her. Then I gripped her 
hips and gazed at her reflection in the mirror.

Her face was a mask of pleasure as she savored the feeling of my 
cock spreading her open. Then she swung her hair out of her face, 
opened her eyes, and returned my gaze.

"I love you," I mouthed.

Before she could reply, Gina began sucking her clit. I could feel 
the darker girl's chin on my balls as she tongued Kendall. With a 
grin, I pulled back and then slowly eased forward again, burying 
my cock in Kendall's tight, steamy pussy.

As I started thrusting, she moaned. Her breasts swayed each time 
my hips bumped into hers. To brace herself, Gina put her hands on 
the backs of Kendall's thighs and continued licking. At the same 
time, I moved my hand up and started teasing Kendall's asshole 
with my thumb. She bucked in pleasure as her pussy gushed around 
my invading member.

For the next several minutes, I drove Kendall crazy with my cock 
and my thumb. When her hips started trembling, I increased my 
pace. My hips slammed into hers, making slapping sounds each time 
our bodies collided.

"Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?" I whispered as I bent 
over her back. "Do you want to feel my cock deep inside you?"

She took a ragged breath and nodded.

"You like having Gina lick your pussy at the same time, don't 
you?"

Again, she nodded.

"Say it."

"I like having Gina lick my pussy," she echoed without hesitation.

"Now ask me to put my cock in your ass," I said.

To my surprise, she didn't even pause before saying, "Shove your 
cock in my ass. _Please_. I want to feel you inside me."

Never one to disappoint her, I pulled my shiny erection from her 
pussy and set the tip at her puckered asshole. Then I gently 
pushed. Her sphincter eased open after a moment and the bulbous 
head of my cock slid inside her. It had always been easier to 
enter her ass than her pussy, and this time was no exception.

"Oh, God," Gina gasped from beneath us. "That is _so_ sexy."

Kendall merely moaned.

As I started fucking her, slowly at first, but with mounting 
speed, Gina resumed sucking her clit.

Quicker than I would've thought possible, Kendall shuddered, and 
I felt her ass contract around my cock. Then her back heaved and 
Gina gripped her hips to hold on. With a low moan, Kendall 
climaxed, her body trembling as she did.

Gina slid her fingers into the taller girl's pussy, and Kendall 
went wild. Her ass contracted around my cock again. The 
contractions weren't as strong as they would've been if I were in 
her pussy, but they were still fairly powerful. I merely gripped 
her hips and held on.

Almost a minute later, when Kendall's orgasm finally subsided, 
she almost collapsed forward. As I held her up, her back heaved 
and she gasped. Then she folded her arms and rested her head on 
them. Gina scooted forward and began sucking her nipples. Kendall 
groaned in pleasure and an aftershock rippled through her body.

For a few minutes, I remained buried in her tight ass while Gina 
slowly sucked her nipples. As the taller girl's breathing slowly 
returned to normal, two aftershocks rocked her gently.

"Wow," Kendall said when she recovered the ability to speak.

Gina stuck her head out and smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling.

To my surprise, I realized that she still had her shorts on.

"Did you come?" she mouthed.

I shook my head.

Her eyes lit up in anticipation.

"Wow," Kendall breathed again. "That was... wow."

"I told you that you'd like it," Gina said as she stood up.

"Oh my goodness, yes."

"Go ahead and pull out," Gina said to me softly. "I'll wash you 
in a minute. Okay?"

I nodded.

Kendall gasped as I slowly eased out of her ass.

Gina comforted the taller girl, running her hand over Kendall's 
back and shoulders.

When my dick slid free, Gina helped Kendall up. Then the two 
girls embraced.

"You're so beautiful when you come," Gina said softly. When 
Kendall didn't respond, Gina looked up in concern. "Are you 
okay?"

Kendall took a deep breath and then nodded. "I'm still a little 
shaky, that's all," she said.

"You had a pretty powerful orgasm," Gina replied gently. "I could 
feel it."

Kendall smiled shyly.

"Do you want to lie down?" Gina asked.

Unsteadily, the taller girl nodded.

As Gina tended to Kendall, I reached for a washcloth. When the 
water was warm enough, I lathered the washcloth and cleaned my 
erection. Then I hung the damp cloth on the towel rack and turned 
to the girls.

"Come over here," Gina said to me.

"Is it okay if I just watch?" Kendall asked. "I'm still a little 
shaky."

Gina nodded and then kissed her tenderly. "Sure," she said.

With that, Gina unbuttoned her shorts and quickly removed them. 
Then she looked at me.

"I want to suck you first," she said with a smoldering look.

I moved in front of her, my dick bobbing as I did.

She wrapped her lips around my erection and sucked gently. She 
couldn't swallow as much of me as Kendall could, but the feeling 
was just as exquisite. For several long, delirious minutes, I 
simply enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on my cock.

When Kendall sat up and moved behind Gina, the darker girl took 
her lips off my cock and turned.

"I decided that I wasn't that shaky after all," Kendall said.

My cock swelled even further as the two girls kissed.

"I can taste him on you," Kendall said when they broke the kiss.

"He tastes good, doesn't he?" Gina asked.

The taller girl nodded. "Keep sucking," she said. "I like 
watching you."

With a nod, Gina turned back to me. "God, I love your dick," she 
said softly. "I could suck you all day."

Kendall winked up at me.

"But I won't," Gina said. "Because _you_," she said to my dick, 
"have a date with my ass. I want you to give me _exactly_ what 
Kendall got. Okay?"

"He says 'okay,'" I said with a grin.

With that, Gina wrapped her lips around my cock and gripped my 
hips to steady herself.

Needless to say, she got what she wanted... in the end.

-----

Later that afternoon, we showered together. The shower stall 
wasn't tiny, but it _was_ cramped with three of us. We still had 
fun washing each other and generally goofing off.

Afterward, the girls dried their hair and went through my closet 
and drawers, looking for something to wear. At first, I thought 
they were looking for something for me, but I quickly realized 
that they'd decided to wear my clothes. Both of them had panties 
and bras (which had spent most of the day on my rug), but they 
wanted clean shirts and shorts.

"I thought we needed to bring swimsuits," I said.

"We do," Kendall said.

"Then why are you two so worried about which clothes you pick 
out? I mean, we'll be wearing our bathing suits most of the 
afternoon, right?"

"Paul," Gina explained with only a hint of exasperation, "we need 
to look good when we _get_ there too."

"Once they see you in your bikinis, though," I said, "I bet 
they'll _forget_ what you wore when you arrived."

"He's got a point," Kendall said.

"So?" Gina asked. "I want to wear his shirt."

"Me too," Kendall agreed guiltily.

With that, it was settled.

Around three o'clock, we headed downstairs (via the stairs, of 
course). Kendall and I waited in the South Carrick lobby while 
Gina went upstairs to fetch her bikini.

I used the time to check my mailbox. To my surprise, I had three 
pieces of mail. Judging by the size of the envelopes, they were 
greeting cards.

"Go ahead and open them," Kendall suggested.

"But where will I put them? I don't have time to run up to my 
room." Then, "Never mind. I'll just put them back in my mailbox."

She nodded as I tore into the first envelope: a card from Mom, 
mailed the day after she returned to Atlanta. It was a Snoopy 
card, with the little beagle in his flying goggles and silk scarf.

Her note on the inside of the card read, _Congratulations on 
"flying solo." I'm so proud of you. I love you._

Kendall smiled when I handed it to her. Then I opened the second 
envelope. The card had a picture of a forlorn-looking puppy on 
the front.

The caption read, _I miss you already_. On the inside, I 
recognized Erin's girlish handwriting, _Not really. OK. Maybe I 
do miss you, but don't tell anyone. Love, Erin._

"That's so cute," Kendall said when I passed the card to her. 
Then she read the inscription. "Awwww."

I'm sure I blushed suitably.

The third envelope was postmarked Austin, Texas.

"Who's it from?" Kendall asked as I stared at it.

"I dunno. I don't know anyone in Texas."

"Open it."

The card was a cartoon of a studious-looking guy with glasses. He 
was holding textbooks and had a slide rule in his pocket. The 
caption read, _What your parents think you're doing at college._

Inside the card, there was a cartoon of the same guy, with a 
drink in one hand and a cute girl in the other. His glasses were 
gone, his hair was disheveled, and he sported a drunken smile. 
The caption read, _What you're _really_ doing at college._

"It's from Susan," I said in surprise.

"Wow. Cool. What's it say?"

"'Congratulations,'" I read. "'But I hope you're actually 
studying _a little_.' Then she signed it 'Love, Susan.'"

"She does, you know," Kendall said. "Love you, I mean."

I nodded.

"You're like her son, in some ways," she added. "In others, 
you're obviously not."

"No kidding," I said.

At that point, Gina came out of the elevators. I stuffed the 
cards and envelopes back in my mailbox and closed the small door.

Then we headed down to Kendall's apartment. Abby was ready to go 
when we got there, so Kendall simply grabbed her bikini and threw 
it in the tote bag with Gina's.

With that, we headed to the garage and my Jeep.

-----

"That was fun," Gina said as we walked out to the Jeep after the 
party.

It was late, and all of us were tired. Many of the other party 
guests had left shortly after the fireworks. Since most were 
college students--like us--they had classes in the morning. In 
addition, Bridget's friends didn't seem to be the hard-partying 
type.

The girls and I had started to leave with the others, but Bridget 
had asked us to stay for a while. So we sat by the pool and 
enjoyed ourselves with her and her fiance, Bryan, Toni Starnes 
and her boyfriend, Kyle, another couple, and two girls from 
Bridget and Toni's sorority, Delta Delta Delta.

"Bridget's a good hostess," Abby said as she and Kendall climbed 
into the back seat of the Jeep.

"And her house is _huge_," Gina added.

I nodded. Bridget's family lived in one of the oldest, most 
exclusive neighborhoods in Knoxville. The houses were _all_ large, 
and looked extremely expensive. The smallest were at least the 
size of Gina's house in Atlanta, while many of them were quite a 
bit larger.

"Bridget's fiance is cool, too," Gina said. "Is he a student at 
UT?"

"He's in law school," Kendall said as I started the Jeep.

"And what does Kyle do?" Gina asked.

"He's a senior at UT," Kendall said. "I think he's a business 
major."

In the mirror, I saw Abby nod. "His father owns a bunch of 
restaurants. They did the catering for the party."

"That barbeque was _good_," I said.

"Uh-huh," Abby agreed. "It's the only restaurant that my dad says 
makes barbeque as good as his."

"He's right," Kendall said. "Your dad's barbeque is really good."

As I turned out of the subdivision and headed back to campus, the 
conversation slowed. Even though there had been wine and beer at 
the party, none of us had drunk too much. I guess we were all 
content to ride along quietly, the silence broken only by the hum 
of the Jeep's tires.

"What'd you think of Bridget and Toni?" Kendall asked Gina a few 
minutes later.

Unlike me, Gina hadn't spent much time with Kendall's former 
suitemates.

"They're really cool," Gina said. "Bridget especially. She's so 
nice. I mean, I knew some girls in school whose families were 
rich, and most of them had their noses in the air. But Bridget's 
just like a real person. I don't mean that like it sounds, but... 
you know. Sometimes, rich people think they're above everyone 
else."

"But you and Paul are rich too," Kendall said to her.

"We are _not_," Gina said. "Not like Bridget."

"Well, maybe not," Kendall demurred, "but your families have more 
money than mine. Or Abby's."

Abby nodded.

"No we don't," Gina said.

Tactfully, Kendall didn't argue, even though she was right.

"But what difference does that make?" Gina asked, not content to 
let the subject drop.

"It doesn't," Kendall said. "My point was that money doesn't make 
you a good or bad person."

Abby silently agreed.

"I know," Gina said. "But don't you know what I mean? There are 
just some rich people who look down on everyone else."

"So what did you and Bridget talk about?" I asked, abruptly 
changing the subject. "You two were having a serious discussion 
while us guys were devastating the leftovers."

"It wasn't really a serious discussion," Gina said. "She was 
telling me about her sorority. It sounds really cool."

In the back seat, Kendall and Abby looked at each other.

"Toni and the other girls were telling me about Rush Week, and 
all the skits they do," Gina continued. "Bridget said it's kinda 
late for me to register for Rush, but she knows a couple of the 
coordinators, so she could get me on the list. It sounds really 
cool," she repeated.

"Bridget and Toni were always trying to get me to join the Tri-
Delts," Kendall said.

"Why didn't you?" Gina asked. "They seem really nice."

"Oh, they _are_ nice," Kendall replied. "But I guess I just 
wanted to concentrate on school."

"There's no reason you can't do both," Gina said. "Bridget was 
telling me that collectively, the Panhellenic women--those're the 
girls in sororities--have the highest GPAs on campus. They really 
want you to focus on school."

In the rearview mirror, I saw Kendall bite back a reply. I knew 
she respected--and genuinely liked--Bridget and Toni, but I also 
knew her opinion of most fraternities and sororities; it wasn't 
good.

Fortunately, we reached her apartment a few moments later. With 
the engine still running, I put the Jeep in Neutral, let the 
clutch out, set the parking brake, and opened my door. Abby got 
out as I tipped the seat forward. On the other side, Gina did the 
same for Kendall.

Then Kendall walked around the Jeep and I pulled her into my arms.

"Thanks for not getting into it with Gina about the sororities," 
I said quietly.

"It's okay. She just doesn't know what they're _really_ like. 
Sure, they _say_ they're about academics and all, but that's just 
so the school and parents don't shut them down. What they're 
_really_ about is partying, guys, drinking, partying, and guys. 
Oh, and academics. In _that_ order. And don't get me _started_ 
about fraternities," she practically spat.

"I know," I said. "But Gina seems happy. So I'm not gonna rock 
the boat."

"She _does_ seem happier," Kendall admitted after a moment. Then 
her eyes flew wide. "Oh my goodness."

"What?"

"We _completely_ forgot to talk about the girlfriend/best-friend 
thing."

"_Someone_ I know--no names mentioned, but her initials are 
Kendall Lynn Payton--was too horny to bring it up."

"It's your fault too," she said with feigned petulance.

"Yeah, you're right," I said seriously. "I'll talk to her tonight. 
She's in a good mood, and she doesn't seem all that tired. So 
I'll see if she wants to spend the night with me. Then I can 
bring it up."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," I said heavily.

"Okay. I'd better let you go, then."

I nodded.

"Do you want to have breakfast tomorrow morning?"

"You mean later _this_ morning?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Sure. Seven o'clock?"

"Mmm hmm. I'll see you then."

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too."

With that, she kissed me and then pulled away. I watched as she 
and Abby walked into the apartment building, making sure they 
were safely inside before I got into the Jeep.

"Did you want me to drop you off at Carrick?" I asked Gina as I 
released the parking brake.

"I'll walk back with you from the garage, if you want."

"I was hoping you'd offer," I said. Then I looked at her sidelong. 
"I was also hoping you'd maybe spend the night. I mean, I don't 
know how long I'm not gonna have a roommate. And I'd hate for 
that empty room to go to waste."

"Oh really?" she asked with a wry grin. Then, "I thought you'd 
never ask."

Once we reached the dorm, I went in through the lobby and headed 
toward the fire stairs. On the lower level, I opened the door for 
Gina. The fourth floor hallway was deserted, so we casually 
walked the fifteen feet from the stairwell to my suite's door.

"I really had fun today," she said as I locked the room door 
behind us.

"Me too."

"I think this was the _first_ good day I've actually had since we 
came here."

With that, I took a deep breath and marshaled my courage. I 
didn't _really_ want to talk to her, but I knew I had to. I need 
to broach the subject before we started fooling around. It was 
one of those things like ripping off a Band-Aid: the longer I 
waited, the worse it would get.

"Hey," I said softly, as I gathered her in my arms. In truth, I 
wanted to hold onto her if she flew into a rage and tried to 
storm out. "There's something we've gotta talk about."

"What is it?" she asked, panicky. "Is everything okay?"

I nodded and then took a deep breath. "It's about you and 
Kendall," I said.

"Oh my God," she breathed. Then her face turned hard. "I _knew_ 
it. You're dumping me, aren't you?"

"No!" I said, holding her tight as she tried to pull away. "It's 
nothing like that."

"Then what _is_ it like?" she asked acerbically.

"It's nothing bad," I said. "We just need to figure something 
out."

"Figure _what_ out?"

_This is _not_ going well,_ I thought pessimistically. "Who do I 
call my girlfriend?"

"Huh?" she asked in shock.

"Who do I call my girlfriend?" I repeated.

"_That's_ what this is about?" she asked, her face darkening. 
"You scare me to death about _who to call your girlfriend?!_"

Completely taken aback, I didn't reply.

"You make me think you're breaking up with me, and all you wanted 
to talk about was a silly girlfriend thing? That's _it?_"

"I--"

"I don't care _who_ you call your girlfriend," Gina said.

"But I--"

"As long as it's me or Kendall, why should it matter? I mean, we 
know who's who."

"You mean you're not angry?" I asked.

"Yes I'm angry," she said.

When I realized that she wasn't going to storm out, I released 
her and she stepped back.

"But not about that" she continued. "God, Paul, don't you know me 
better than that? I'm angry that you scared me over nothing."

"Nothing?"

"I mean, Kendall introduced herself as your girlfriend when we 
were helping her move into her apartment."

"Yes, but--"

"And do you think I didn't notice when you didn't introduce me as 
your girlfriend to those guys last night?" she asked.

"I--"

"I'm not stupid, Paul."

"I didn't say you were."

"And I'm not some silly thirteen-year-old girl. I mean, I'm 
_eighteen_. I'm an adult. I'm not going to get upset over some 
dumb name. Who _cares_ who you introduce as your girlfriend?"

"I thought _you_ would," I sputtered. "You mean you don't?"

"No. I mean, you've got _two_ girlfriends. Do you think I hadn't 
_thought_ about this?"

"I guess I--"

"No, you thought I'd just get angry and start shrieking and 
everything."

"You're kinda shrieking now," I said.

For a moment, she scowled at me, her eyes hard. I was about to 
brace for the worst when all of a sudden, she laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked in surprise.

"You're right," she said at last. "I guess I _was_ shrieking a 
little."

"Sorry."

"Just don't _scare_ me like that," she said, her expression 
softening. "I thought you were gonna break up with me or 
something."

"Not now, not ever," I said.

"Good. Because I don't know what I'd do without you," she said. 
Then she smiled ruefully. "I'm sorry I got upset. I just..."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Don't be," she said. Then she looked at me seriously. 
"I don't care who you introduce as your girlfriend. I guess it's 
time Kendall got the honor, though."

I cocked my head to the side.

"I mean, I've been your girlfriend for a couple of years. And 
while she's _sort of_ had the same... um... position... I guess you've 
always introduced me as your girlfriend. She's been a little 
short-changed."

I nodded.

"I mean, I don't want to be your second girlfriend, but it's okay 
if some people know her as your girlfriend and me as... I dunno... 
your best friend."

I was incredulous, but I hoped my expression didn't reflect that. 
Fortunately, Gina couldn't read me like Kendall could.

"After all," Gina continued, "Abby, Bridget, Toni, and a bunch of 
other people already knew her as your girlfriend." Then she 
shrugged. "It doesn't bother me. I mean, I know you love me."

Without hesitation, I nodded.

"Good," she said. Then she playfully punched my chest. "But don't 
scare me like that again. God!"

"I'm really sorry, sweetie," I said.

"I know. And I'm sorry I overreacted. I just... well... you know."

I nodded.

Then she shook her head and muttered to herself, "He wants to 
know _who_ to call his girlfriend? God."

I lifted her chin and grinned at her. "Do you forgive me?" I 
asked.

"No," she said teasingly. Then, "Yes, I forgive you. You're such 
a goof."

"But I'm _your_ goof," I ventured.

"But you're my goof," she agreed. Then hugged me tight.

Relief and love washed over me as I held her.

A few minutes later, she pulled back, looked at me speculatively, 
and waggled her eyebrows. "Are you a goof who's in the mood for a 
bedtime blowjob?" she asked.

"I could probably be persuaded," I said with a sly grin.

She tilted her head up for a kiss.

When our lips met, I cupped her ass and pulled her toward me.

"Good," she said when we broke the kiss. "Sucking you always 
calms me down."

"Then I should get you worked up more often."

"Don't push your luck," she said, even though we both knew she 
was kidding.

With that, we turned out the lights, got undressed, and sank to 
the makeshift king-size bed.

-----

Tuesday morning, my alarm went off at six thirty and I 
immediately opened my eyes. Since the mattresses were still on 
the floor and the alarm clock was on the desk next to my 
erstwhile bed, I pulled my arm from beneath Gina, rolled to my 
feet, and lunged for the buzzing device.

Gina didn't want to wake up, so I shook her gently.

"C'mon, sweetie," I said. "We've got to meet Kendall for 
breakfast."

"Uh-uh," she mumbled. "Lemme sleep."

"Do you wanna shower?"

"Unnnnh."

"Okay, I'll shower first. I'll be back in a few minutes. Okay?" 
When she didn't answer, I gently shook her again. "Okay?"

"Fine. Whatever," she mumbled.

Ten minutes later, when I came back into the room after my shower, 
she still wasn't awake.

"C'mon, sweetie," I repeated, more forcefully this time. "We've 
got to meet Kendall for breakfast."

"Don' care 'bout breakfast."

I debated whether or not to just let her sleep, since her first 
class wasn't until ten. Unfortunately, I only had one room key, 
and I needed it to lock the door when I left. I could simply 
leave the key for her, but then we'd have to meet after her class, 
and I'd be locked out of my room until we did.

Worse, I didn't want to leave the mattresses on the floor, in 
case the hall director assigned me a new roommate. (Having a new 
guy move into your room with the mattresses pushed together on 
the floor sends the _wrong_ message. Trust me.)

"Gina, come on," I urged.

"What time is it?"

"Almost seven. We need to meet Kendall in ten minutes."

"Jus' let me sleep."

"Fine," I said at last, frustrated. "I'll leave you my key to 
lock the room."

"Whatever."

"Meet me in the South Carrick lobby after your class."

"Okay, okay! Just let me get back to sleep."

I took my room key off my key ring and put it next to her clothes. 
Then, with barely suppressed misgivings, I left.

-----

My class ended at nine fifty. But Gina's class ended at _ten_ 
fifty, so I had an hour to kill. I got to the South Carrick lobby 
a little after ten and flopped onto one of the couches.

I had an assignment from class, so I took out my sketchpad to 
pass the time. The assignment was lettering, and my handwriting 
had always been fairly neat. (I wrote like my father, whose 
engineering background demanded legible handwriting.) So it 
didn't take me long to master the letter shapes required for 
architecture.

After twenty or thirty minutes of practice, I flipped to a new 
page and used my straightedge to draw faint guidelines. Then I 
began writing in earnest, forming the letters carefully. Soon, I 
became accustomed to writing at speed, and the words began to 
flow, block letters filling the page. I was actually proud of 
myself--for the first time in my life, I was writing like an 
architect.

Unfortunately, I finished the assignment quickly. Then I glanced 
at my watch: Gina's class had just finished. So I shouldn't have 
long to wait.

By eleven thirty, she still hadn't shown up, and I was getting 
frustrated. My twelve fifteen class was Art History, and my book 
was still in my room. I could live without it, of course, but I 
was mostly irked that Gina still hadn't returned my room key.

By twelve, I was even angrier, but I was also a little worried. I 
was just about to head back to my room to see if she was still 
asleep, when she and another girl walked into the lobby. I shoved 
my sketchpad into my backpack and stood up.

"Hey," Gina said as she approached.

"Do you have my key?" I asked abruptly.

"Of course."

When she handed it over, I snatched it and pocketed it without 
thanking her.

"God, what's the matter with _you?_" she asked.

"I've been waiting for two _hours_," I said.

"God. Sorry."

"Whatever," I said. "Bye."

With that I walked off.

On the way back to my room, I began to feel guilty about being a 
jerk, but I also felt a little justified. If Gina had simply 
gotten up in the first place, or if she'd been on time after 
class, I wouldn't have been so angry. But she _hadn't_ gotten up, 
and she _hadn't_ been on time. Consequently, I had wasted two 
hours. Worse, I was going to be late to class.

I ran from my dorm to the A&A building, but I was still too late. 
Once again, I had to sit in the back of the auditorium. I tried 
to be quiet as I slid into a chair, still breathing hard from the 
run over. Then I scanned the room for the cute brunette and her 
friend, but didn't see them. When the professor began speaking--
droning would be more like it--I started taking notes.

In my peripheral vision, I caught a flash of movement and turned. 
My eyes met the brunette's and I felt my pulse quicken. Behind 
her, her blonde friend took a seat. The brunette held my eyes for 
a moment. Then she raised an eyebrow and smiled coquettishly. I 
tried not to stare as she sat down, stretched her firm, tanned 
legs, and then crossed them.

For the remainder of the class, I tried not to let my eyes drift 
toward her. I also tried not to be distracted by her perfume, 
which was heady and intoxicating. I don't think I really 
succeeded on either count.

"Did we miss anything?" she asked after the bell rang.

"Not really," I said.

I started to introduce myself, but she stood up before I could. 
Since it would be awkward for me to hold out my hand while I was 
still seated and she was standing, I stood as well. Unfortunately, 
she and the blonde turned to leave. From the aisle, the blonde 
turned and her blue eyes met mine.

"Have a nice day," she said with a warm smile.

"You too," I said lamely.

With that, they headed toward the exit. At the doorway, the 
brunette said something to the blonde, who looked back and caught 
my eye again. Like a complete idiot, I waved. She rewarded me 
with another smile and then they were gone.

In the hall, I caught sight of them again. As before, they were 
heading toward the atrium and sharing a bag of carrot sticks. 
Fortunately, neither of them looked back, so I paused for a 
moment and simply enjoyed watching them walk.

They were both petite, but slim and well-toned, rather than 
willowy. And they both had good tans. For a moment, I imagined 
them nude, lying on the raft at camp. I pictured the blonde's 
breasts, firm and round, small, but shapely. Then my mind's eye 
turned to the brunette, whose breasts were a bit larger, about 
the same size as Gina's.

As soon as my thoughts turned to Gina, however, I felt guilty. 
I'd been a real jerk about the key, but I _was_ angry about 
waiting for two hours. It was inconsiderate of Gina, but I 
shouldn't have been an ass, especially in front of the other girl 
(whom I didn't even know).

As I walked back to the dorm, I resolved to call Gina and 
apologize. Unfortunately, the thought deserted me as soon as I 
opened the door to my room.

My new roommate had moved in.

One mattress was still on the floor, but he had up-ended it, and 
it was flopped over my bed frame. He had replaced his mattress on 
the frame on his side of the room, but he'd pulled off my extra 
sheets and simply thrown them on the floor next to my mattress. 
Then he'd simply piled all of his stuff on his bed. He had also 
taken the few things of mine that I'd left on his side of the 
desk and haphazardly tossed them to my side.

And, of course, there was a note.

I crossed the room and plucked it from the mirror.

It read, _Keep your shit on your side of the room._

"Fuck you too," I said to the empty room.

In a fit of pique, I picked up my backpack and left without a 
backward glance.

-----

My initial anger redoubled when I returned to my room later that 
night. It looked like my stuff had been gone through. It wasn't 
obvious, but little things were different or rearranged. I waited 
for my roommate to return. While I did, I thought about what I 
wanted to say to him. My mother wouldn't have approved.

When he still hadn't returned by midnight, I turned out the 
lights and climbed into bed. By the time I left to meet Kendall 
for breakfast on Wednesday morning, I still hadn't seen my 
roommate. I was still angry about him going through my stuff, 
though (not to mention the nasty note).

Even Professor Tow's wisecracks in my Calculus class didn't cheer 
me up. In my Intro to Architecture class, Professor Spielman was 
interesting, so my mood improved a little. My ten o'clock class, 
American Literature, was the hippy, Professor Feller. I didn't 
like the fact that she really _did_ seem intent on giving a 
passing grade to anyone who simply showed up for class, but at 
least I wouldn't have to do much to earn an A.

Over lunch, I told Kendall about the situation with my room key.

"Have you apologized?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I got distracted by my asshole roommate."

"You don't _know_ he's an asshole, Paul," she said gently. "After 
all, you did leave the mattresses on the floor and all."

"I didn't _want_ to," I said testily. "Gina wanted to sleep in. 
So it's not _my_ fault."

Kendall read my mood and prudently let the subject drop.

After lunch, my one o'clock class was Architectural Design, with 
Professor Joska, and I wasn't in the mood for his abuse. I wanted 
to skip the class, but decided against it. I reminded myself that 
my parents were paying a lot of money for me to attend college, 
and I knew they expected me to actually _go_ to class. So I 
swallowed my festering anger and promised myself that I wouldn't 
let Joska get to me.

Since I'd been surly during lunch, I tried to lighten my mood as 
Kendall and I left the dining hall. She could tell that I was 
still angry, but she seemed to appreciate the attempt.

"I'm sorry you've had a rotten day," she said as we stood 
together before heading to our separate classes.

"Me too. And I'm sorry I've been a jerk."

"You haven't been a jerk. You've just got a lot on your mind 
right now."

"I know, but that's no excuse," I said.

She shook her head in agreement.

"I've still got to apologize to Gina," I said. "I haven't talked 
to her all day."

Kendall nodded again and then kissed me. "I love you."

"I love you too," I said. Then I took a deep breath and pasted on 
a false smile. "Time for Joska," I said.

"You'll do fine. Just relax and don't take it personally."

"I swear," I said, "if that guy goes off on me today, I think 
I'll slug him."

"I'll come bail you out," she said, trying to cheer me up. "After 
all, I think I know half the cops in Knoxville."

I laughed and then reluctantly smiled. "Thanks for being you," I 
said.

"I don't know who else to be."

"Good. Now, we gotta go. I don't wanna give Joska any excuse, so 
I'd better not be late to class."

"I'll call you when I get back to the apartment," she said. Then 
she kissed me again. "Bye."

"Seeya," I said.

With that, I shouldered my pack and turned toward the A&A 
building.

-----

"Joska wasn't a dick today," Trip said as we walked back to the 
dorm. "I think that's a first."

"No kidding," I said darkly.

"I'm sure that'll change," he said.

"You're probably right."

"Oh, I was talking to Samantha and Antonio before you got to 
class," he said. "They seem pretty cool. Samantha's _real_ 
organized, which'll help with some of the more complex projects. 
She already has a calendar with due dates marked in red."

"Cool."

"And Antonio's a pretty sharp guy, although I gotta wonder what 
an Asian dude's doing with a name like Cardenas. And he says he's 
from Campbell County, which is up by Kentucky. So he's probably 
got an interesting story."

"I was wondering about that myself," I said.

"Yeah," Trip agreed with a nod. "Anyway, you wanna hang out? Luke 
wanted to go shoot some hoops."

"Sure," I said.

When we got to my room, I opened the door and stopped in my 
tracks.

"What's the matter?" Trip asked.

"My roommate's gone."

"Huh?"

"That's _two!_"

"What're you talking about, man?"

I quickly explained about my first roommate and his disappearance. 
"So now," I finished, "my second roommate's gone too."

Trip looked past me into the room. Sure enough, all of the new 
guy's stuff was gone.

"Well," I said at last, "at least I never met this guy either. He 
seemed like an asshole."

"Good riddance," Trip said.

"No kidding. But this is really starting to piss me off," I said 
as we entered the room. I threw my backpack on the bed and shook 
my head in amazement. "I mean, I haven't met _either_ of these 
guys, but the RAs still haven't told me a thing about them moving 
out. No warning, no nothing. One day they're here, the next, 
they're gone."

"That sucks, man," he said.

"Do you mind if I see if I can find Cary? I mean, this is really 
bugging me. I'd like to at least _talk_ to a roommate before he 
moves out."

"Sure, man," Trip said. "I'll go with you."

Surprisingly, Cary answered the door when I knocked.

"Paul," he said.

_At least he remembered my name,_ I thought sarcastically.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

"My roommate's gone," I said flatly. "Again."

"Oh dear," he said. Then he stood aside. "Come in." As we stepped 
into the room, he studied Trip for a moment. "Franklin, right?"

"Right," Trip said. "But everyone calls me Trip."

"Sorry," Cary said. Then he turned to me. "Your roommate, Karl 
Younkin, was arrested today. He's going to be expelled."

"What for?" I asked, shocked.

"I don't know if I can say," he said. But after a moment's 
consideration, he leaned close. "He was busted for selling 
cocaine. Can you believe it? So we moved him out of your room. 
We're storing his possessions until his parents pick them up."

For a moment, I was dumbfounded.

"What're you going to do next?" Trip asked. "Will Paul get a new 
roommate?"

Cary nodded quickly. "Wade said he's already notified your next 
roommate."

"I want to be there when he moves in," I said.

"Well, I don't know...," Cary hedged.

"Paul hasn't met _either_ of his roommates," Trip said evenly. "I 
think the least you could do is make sure he meets this one, 
_before_ he moves in."

"I suppose that would be okay," Cary said.

"What _did_ happen to my first roommate?" I asked, changing the 
subject before Cary could change his mind.

"He dropped out of school and moved back to Florida," Cary said. 
"I think his girlfriend broke up with him. He seemed very upset."

"Oh, shit," I said, smacking my forehead as I suddenly remembered 
the room key incident with Gina. If I didn't want _my_ girlfriend 
to break up with me, I'd better give her a call and apologize.

"What?" Trip asked.

"Nothing," I temporized. "I've just gotta make a phone call." 
Then I turned to Cary. "Do you know anything about my new 
roommate?" I asked.

"He's currently living in Hess," Cary said. "He was supposed to 
have a room in Reese, but there was a problem with his paperwork. 
I don't know anything else, though."

"When is he moving in?"

"I don't know," Cary said. "But I'll talk to Wade and let you 
know."

"Okay, thanks."

"Thanks, Cary," Trip said.

As we turned to go, Cary picked up the phone.

"I'll tell Luke we'll play basketball some other time," Trip said 
as we walked down the hall. "He'll understand."

"Thanks, man," I said.

"No problem."

"And I've gotta call my girlf-- I mean, I've gotta call Gina."

"Cool. Come on across the hall when you're off the phone. We'll 
hang out."

"Okay. Thanks," I said.

When I called Gina's room, Faith answered. Then I remembered that 
Gina was in class until four. I left a message for her to call me 
and then headed across the hall. When I entered the room, Luke 
was telling a joke in his Cajun patois.

"So Boudreaux says, 'Thibodeaux, you _couillon_, you don't need 
no doctor, your finger's broke!'"

Trip and Jeff roared with laughter.

"Hey y'all," I said when they settled down.

"Hey Paul," Luke said.

"How they hangin'?" Jeff asked.

"Sorry about your roommate," Luke said.

"Trip told you?" I asked.

They nodded.

"Bummer," Jeff said.

"Not really. This last guy didn't really seem like the coolest 
dude," I said

"Then fuck him," Jeff said. After we all nodded, he turned to 
Trip. "How 'bout some music?"

"What do y'all wanna listen to?" Trip asked as he began flipping 
through albums.

"Zeppelin," Jeff said. "Or AC/DC." Then, "Hey, do you have any 
Black Sabbath?"

"No, not that crap," Luke said. "Styx. Or Cheap Trick."

"How about _I_ pick something?" Trip suggested.

We spent the rest of the afternoon just shooting the breeze and 
listening to music (mostly The Cars and Hall & Oates).

Unfortunately, I forgot all about Gina.

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