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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
Part: Chapter 06
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 
the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio 
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Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER SIX

When I returned to my room after my first class on Thursday, I 
found a note on my door.

It read, _Paul, please find me when you get in._ Signed, _Cary._

I dropped my backpack on my bed--the other side of the room was 
still bare--and headed down the hall to Cary's room.

"Hi, Paul," he said as soon as he opened the door. "Your new 
roommate's ready to move in. But Wade said he wanted to talk to 
you first. Do you have a few minutes?"

"Sure," I said.

With that, he locked his door and we pressed the button for the 
elevator. Downstairs, we went behind the front desk and into a 
back hallway. At the end of the hall, Cary knocked on the hall 
director's half-open door.

"Come in."

Wade looked up as the door swung open. When he saw us, he stood.

"Thanks for coming, Paul," he said. "We're sorry for all the 
confusion with your roommates."

"It's cool," I said.

"No, it's not," he said. "But thank you for being understanding. 
Please, have a seat." When I did, he sat as well. "Cary told me 
that he explained about Terry," he said. "And after Mr. Younkin 
was arrested yesterday, we felt it best to move his things before 
his parents came to claim them. Once again, I'm sorry for the 
confusion, and I'm sorry no one told you beforehand."

"I'll survive," I said. "But thanks."

He nodded and then picked up a folder. "Your new roommate is 
named William Vaughan," he said. "But I understand he goes by 
'Billy.' He's been living on the seventh floor in Hess," he 
continued. "That's the Vault over there, so he'll be very happy 
to be living with you."

"Cool," I said.

"He's a theater major, and he's from Knoxville. I met him earlier 
this morning, and he seems like a nice guy. I think you'll like 
him."

"To be honest, if I get to _meet_ him, I'll be doing better than 
the last two guys," I said.

"We're _very_ sorry for that," Wade said again. "Cary raised his 
concerns with me when your first roommate, Terry, missed the 
floor meeting. But by the time we had any information, he was 
already moving out."

"It's cool," I said with a shrug.

"When's your last class today?" Wade asked.

"I'm done at one thirty. I should be back here by one forty-five. 
Why?"

"When would you like me to tell Billy he can move in?" he asked.

"Any time after that, I guess," I said.

"How about three o'clock?"

"Sounds great."

"Does that work for you, Cary?" Wade asked.

Cary nodded.

"Okay," Wade said. "I'll call Billy and let him know. I've told 
him a little about you, and he's eager to meet you." Then he 
stood and reached across the desk.

I rose and clasped his hand.

"Thanks for being so understanding, Paul," he said. "We try not 
to screw up like this, but events moved faster than we did this 
time. Once again, I apologize."

"It's cool," I said.

"I've told the other RAs what's going on with you and your 
roommate, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask either 
Cary or one of the guys at the front desk. And if you ever need 
to speak to me, for any reason, my door's always open."

"Thanks, Wade," I said.

"No, thank _you_."

With that, Cary and I left.

"He seems pretty cool," I said to him as we walked down the hall.

"He _is_," Cary said. "And he's a lot better than the last hall 
director."

"Oh?"

He nodded emphatically. "We had all _kinds_ of problems last year. 
We haven't had many so far this year."

"Except my roommates," I said.

"Well, except them, yes," Cary admitted. At the front desk, he 
bid me farewell.

"See you at three," I said as I walked toward the elevators.

-----

"Well, I've got a roommate," I said to Kendall later that night, 
as we talked on the phone. "He's actually pretty cool. Meeting 
him was kinda anticlimactic, though. I mean, after two roommates 
that I never saw, I guess I expected something more when I met 
this guy. But it was more like five minutes of conversation and 
that's it."

"Is he there now?" she asked.

"Uh-uh. He and his friend went back to his house to get some more 
stuff," I said. "Since he was living in Hess--and he wasn't 
supposed to be--he didn't bring a lot of stuff from home."

"Ah, that makes sense. What's he like?"

"Pretty cool, I guess. He's a little shorter than me, but skinny. 
He's got dark hair and... um... hazel eyes, I think. I don't really 
remember."

"You probably weren't gazing adoringly into his eyes," she said 
with a soft chuckle.

"Um... _no_. Anyway, he seems like a nice enough guy. At least I've 
_met_ him, which is more than I can say about the last two guys. 
And he seemed happy to be living in Carrick. He was in the Virgin 
Vault at Hess."

"Oh, bless his heart," she said.

"No kidding. I don't know if he's got a girlfriend or anything, 
though. He's good-looking, I guess, so I'm sure he does. Anyway," 
I said, changing the subject, "what're you up to tonight?"

"O. Chem. homework for tomorrow morning," she said. "Yuck."

"Yeah," I said. "I've got Calc. homework, some reading for Am. 
Lit., and a boatload of stuff to go over for Joska's class."

"It sounds like you're busy."

"Yeah."

"Me too," she said. "So we'd better get to work."

"Yeah."

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too."

"Breakfast tomorrow?"

"Same time, same place," I said.

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

When I walked back into the foyer, I hung up the phone but then 
decided to call Gina.

"Hey, what's up?" I said when she answered.

"Not much. What're you doing?" she asked.

"I was about to start my homework, but I wanted to talk to you 
before I got busy."

"Oh," she said. "Okay."

"I met my roommate."

"Cool. What's he like?"

I repeated the description I'd given Kendall. As I talked about 
my roommate, however, I remembered that I hadn't ever apologized 
for being a jerk about my room key.

"Listen," I said, "I'm sorry for Tuesday, about the room key."

"Whatever."

"I was just mad 'cause I'd been waiting for two hours, and I had 
to get to class, and... well... anyway, I'm sorry."

"That's cool. I didn't realize it had taken so long. I had to go 
to the bookstore after class, and I met this girl who lives down 
the hall. When I left your room yesterday morning, I forgot my 
watch, so I didn't know it had been so long."

"Oh."

"Anyway, it's cool. Did you find my watch?"

"No," I said. "Where'd you leave it?"

"On the counter, next to your hair dryer."

The long phone cord stretched as I walked into my room. I rooted 
around on the counter, but didn't find her watch. "Sorry," I said. 
"It's not here."

"Great," she said sarcastically.

"If I don't find it, I'll buy you a new one."

"Whatever. Anyway, I've got to read for my Western Civ. class, so 
I'd better go."

"Okay. Sorry about your watch."

"Don't worry about it."

"I love you," I said.

"Yeah, I love you too."

_Super_, I thought when I hung up the phone. _I apologize and 
then I end up feeling even _more_ guilty._

But it wasn't my fault she left her watch in my room. My 
unlamented former roommate probably took it as a souvenir, or to 
finance his coke habit. I wondered what else he might have taken. 
I was standing there brooding about it when T.J. came out of his 
room.

"Hey, Loverboy," he said.

_Don't_ start_ with me, you little racist prick,_ I thought 
viciously. Then I bit back an equally heated reply.

"Can I use the phone, or do you have other girlfriends to call?" 
he asked. "Just kiddin'," he added almost as an afterthought.

"Be my guest," I said icily.

It took every ounce of willpower I possessed not to slam the door 
when I went into my room.

-----

"Hey," Trip asked as we walked back to the dorm after class on 
Friday, "what're you up to this weekend?"

"Kendall, Gina, and I were gonna listen to the football game 
tomorrow." UT was playing Southern Cal, in Los Angeles. Kendall 
and her roommates were having a couple of people over to listen 
to the game on the radio. "You wanna come?" I asked him.

"Do you think they'd mind?"

"I don't think so," I said. "But I'll call and ask just to be 
sure."

"Cool. And while I'm inviting myself," he said, "would it be okay 
if Luke came too?"

"Probably. What about Jeff?"

"He's doing something with his family this weekend," he said. "I 
think it's his sister's birthday or something."

"Oh, okay."

"What about your new roommate? Billy, right?"

"Right," I said with a nod. "I dunno what he's doing. I haven't 
really seen him much. I mean, he spent the night last night, 
which is the first time I've actually slept in the same room as 
my roommate, but I left before he got up. So I don't know what 
he's up to."

"Oh."

"What about Hector?" I asked, referring to Jeff's roommate.

"He doesn't spend much time in the suite," Trip said. "He's cool 
and all, but he's got a girlfriend who lives in Hess. So he's 
over there a lot. What about your suitemates, the good ol' boys?"

"T.J. and Glen?" I asked, my tone dark. "Let's just say that I 
probably won't be spending much time with them."

"That bad?"

"Kinda," I replied. "T.J. just gets on my nerves. And I don't 
think I've heard Glen say more than four words."

"I know what you mean," he said. Then we reached the dorm and he 
changed the subject. "Rush starts next Tuesday," he said. "Luke 
really wants to go. I think Jeff does too. You up for it?"

"I dunno," I hedged. "Fraternities are cool and all, but I just 
don't know if I'll have time for it. I mean, architecture's a 
_lot_ of work. You know that. And I want _some_ free time with 
Kendall."

"Who wouldn't?"

"Exactly."

"She seems pretty cool," he said. "And smart, too."

I nodded.

"Anyway," he continued, returning to the original subject, "I 
think Rush would be fun. I'm like you, though, I don't really 
think I'll have time for a fraternity. But I wanted to check 'em 
out and see what the guys're like. I don't wanna rule anything 
out without at least _trying_ it first. And Luke's really 
enthusiastic about it. C'mon," he said, "you'll have fun."

"I dunno. I just don't see the need. I mean, I can party without 
a bunch of _Animal House_ rejects. You know?"

"They're not all like that, I'm sure. But still," he said, "you 
should give it a try. At least you can keep me company while I 
keep Luke out of trouble."

"That could be a full-time job."

"You're probably right," he said with a laugh. "But c'mon. You'll 
have fun."

"What're the dues?" I asked, still trying to come up with excuses 
not to go. "I mean, joining a fraternity isn't free, is it?"

"There's a Rush fee," he said, "but it's ten dollars. I don't 
know what the dues are if you actually join a fraternity, but 
they can't be all that bad. I mean, I don't brag about it, but I 
can afford it. If not, my dad'll help me out." Then he looked at 
me and sized me up. "I don't mean to be rude, but you don't look 
like you're hurting for money."

I shook my head in agreement, although I didn't want to ask my 
parents for more money, especially to pay for something I wasn't 
even sure I wanted to do. But I knew that they would help pay for 
a fraternity if it was more than I could afford.

"But we're getting ahead of ourselves here," Trip continued. "No 
one's even _asked_ us to join a fraternity, much less told us 
about the dues. So let's just go and have fun."

"I guess," I said after a moment's consideration. Trip honestly 
seemed to have the same attitude about fraternities that I did. 
But he also wanted to go, if only for Luke's sake. And that's 
what friends are for, right?

"Great!" he said. Then, "Have you got a coat and tie?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"It's kinda formal," he said. "You need to wear a coat and tie. I 
dunno why, but that's the way it is."

"No problem," I said.

"Hey, Luke still wants to go shoot some hoops. You up for it?" he 
asked.

"Sure."

"Cool."

Back in my room, I changed into a pair of workout shorts and a 
loose-fitting t-shirt. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. Was 
I gaining weight? I'd been trying to watch what I ate, so I hoped 
not. I still needed to start a regular workout schedule, but I 
didn't know when I'd have time. _I need to _make_ time,_ I told 
myself sternly.

Unfortunately, I had a lot of other priorities vying for my 
attention: Kendall, Gina, classes, friends like Trip and Luke, 
and more. That meant I had less time for myself, and less time to 
work out.

With a sigh, I looked at myself in the mirror again. Then I 
smoothed my shirt down and sucked in my stomach. For a long 
moment, I simply stared at my profile. Finally, I decided that I 
probably _was_ gaining weight, even if I couldn't see it. As I 
put on my socks and sneakers, I resolved to eat less and start 
working out again.

"You ready to go?" Trip called as he banged on my door.

"Yep," I said as I swung it open.

Luke and Jeff were waiting in the hallway.

"Guys, I can't play basketball for shit," Jeff said as we left 
the dorm.

"Me either," I echoed. "I mean, I know how to play and all, but 
I'm probably not very good."

"Luke, why don't you team up with Jeff?" Trip suggested. "And 
I'll take Paul. Cool?"

"All right," Luke said.

"Luke and I both played basketball in high school," Trip 
explained.

"I thought you played baseball," I said.

"I played both--basketball in the winter and baseball in the 
summer," he said.

"What about you?" I asked Luke. "Did you play baseball too?"

"_Mais, non_. In the summer, I went to the movie theater. 
Baseball fields aren't air conditioned."

"You got _that_ right," Trip said. Then he looked at me. "Luke 
played football."

"Cornerback," Luke said. "But after football season, I played 
basketball to keep in shape."

"Jeez," I said. "I just wrestled."

"You mean you rolled around with other guys?" Jeff asked. 
"Fuckin' A. What are you, a fag?"

"I'll show you 'fag,'" I said as I lunged for him with a laugh.

Unfortunately, he darted out of my reach. Laughing and shouting, 
Trip and Luke ran after us. A minute or two later, we screamed 
into HPER like a band of marauding barbarians.

Several older guys--professors, probably--frowned at us, so we 
calmed down. Then we headed toward the back of the large building, 
to where the basketball courts were located. At the desk, we 
signed in and checked out a basketball using Trip's ID. Then we 
waited for a court to free up. Since it was Friday afternoon, the 
place was busy, but a half-court eventually cleared and we ambled 
onto it.

"Okay," Trip said, "two on two, friendly rules. No charging and 
no elbows. Check the ball to the other team at the top of the key. 
One point per basket. First team to twenty-one wins, but you 
gotta win by two points. Okay?"

We all nodded.

"You okay with being skins?" Trip then asked me.

"Not a problem."

"Good," Jeff said. Then he nodded at Luke. "'Cause that hairy 
fuck should keep his shirt on."

"What about you, you skinny dork?" Luke asked without heat.

Trip and I merely grinned at each other and stripped off our 
shirts. He was actually a lot more muscular than I'd originally 
thought. He didn't have my bulk, but he wasn't nearly as skinny 
as Jeff.

"Look at Mr. Olympia," Jeff said as I tossed my shirt to the side.

"Don't make me run after you again," I warned jokingly.

"Yeah," Luke said, "you don't wanna hear him wheeze and whine 
like before."

"I did _not_ wheeze and whine."

"C'mon y'all," Trip said, interrupting Luke's retort. "Shoot free 
throws to see who gets the ball first?"

"_Mais_, yes," Luke said seriously, his comeback forgotten.

Trip dribbled the ball a few times, went to the free throw line, 
and promptly sank a basket. Luke sank his as well. They each took 
two more shots, until Luke missed one. Grinning, Trip dribbled 
the ball to the top of the key and passed it to Luke, who bounced 
the ball once and then passed it back.

With that, we began to play.

Trip and Luke guarded each other, while Jeff and I tried not to 
make fools of ourselves. Jeff was gangly and awkward, but he was 
having fun. I wasn't much better, but at least I could dribble 
the ball without it ricocheting off my feet. Trip and Luke were 
both pretty good, and guarded each other like the skilled players 
they were. Jeff and I were mostly there for passing and the 
occasional outside shot (which we invariably missed).

Trip and I won the first game 21-14. Chagrinned, Luke came back 
and walked all over Trip in the second game--scoring 20 of their 
21 points--to win 21-8. The third game was a little more even, 
with Luke and Jeff narrowly beating us, 23-21. Trip and I won the 
fourth game, 21-17. (I even managed to score six points!) Trip's 
height won out in the fifth game, and we beat them 22-20.

Laughing and joking, we picked up our stuff and returned the ball. 
Then we headed back to the dorm. As we walked, we talked about 
the games and how bad Jeff and I were.

"You didn't do _too_ bad," Trip said to me.

"Thanks, man."

"_You_ did," Luke said to Jeff.

"Shut the fuck up," Jeff said. "I'm not good with my hands."

"No wonder your sex life is suffering," Luke said.

"Does your mother know your girlfriend, Rosy Palm?" Jeff shot 
back.

"You leave Rosy out of this," Luke said. Then he raised his right 
hand. "Don't listen to him, _mon cher_. Mother likes you."

"You're disgusting, Luke," Jeff said with a laugh.

Suddenly, Luke reached for Jeff, but Jeff was too quick. He 
dashed ahead of us, with Luke in hot pursuit. Trip and I merely 
grinned at each other and ran to catch up.

-----

The football game was still on in the living room, but Kendall 
and I had slipped into the kitchen to get more snacks (which I 
studiously avoided).

"Trip and Luke want me to go to Rush with them," I told her.

She stiffened. "Are you going to?"

"I was thinking about it."

"Why?" she asked plaintively, turning toward me. "You're not 
going to become like one of _them_, are you?"

"One of who?"

"A frat rat, that's who."

"Of course not," I said.

"Then why are you going to Rush?"

"I thought it'd be fun," I said with a shrug.

"It's just one big party. All the guys want to do is get drunk 
and get laid," she said caustically.

"I just wanna see what it's like," I said. "I don't wanna join a 
frat."

"Then why are you going?" she asked again.

"Luke wants to go. And so does Trip. Besides, I thought it'd be 
fun," I said. Then I pulled her close. "Just because I go to a 
fraternity party--or even a bunch of them--doesn't make me like 
those guys. I'm the same guy you fell in love with. Okay?"

She looked down and then reluctantly nodded. "I know," she said. 
Then she wiped her eyes. "But those guys are all alike. They 
treat women like pieces of _meat_, Paul."

"I'm sure they're not _all_ like that," I said.

"You don't know them, then."

I started to argue with her, but then I Got It: this was one of 
her blind spots. When she got emotional about something, she 
tended to lose her objectivity. For a moment, I wondered why she 
got so upset about fraternity guys, but then I remembered Big 
Mistake Guy--the one she'd had sex with when she'd been drunk. 
 From her meager description, I suspected that she'd been at a 
fraternity party with Bridget and Toni. I seethed as I thought 
about what he must have done.

"It's okay," she said, looking up, her eyes full of unshed tears. 
"You go and have fun." Then she wiped her cheeks and smiled wanly. 
"I know you're not like them. You'll _never_ be like them."

Stunned by her vehemence, I simply hugged her tight and shushed 
softly in her ear.

"And if you do decide to join a fraternity," she said when we 
separated, "I'll just have to learn to live with it."

"I won't," I said. Then I shook my head. "I really don't have the 
_slightest_ interest in joining a fraternity. I'm just going 
because Trip asked me to. And he's a lot like me; he doesn't want 
to join one either. We won't do anything stupid."

"Promise me you won't," she said.

"I promise."

Then she hugged me tight. "I love you _so_ much," she whispered.

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

After a few moments, we separated and she smiled. She was trying 
to look cheerful, but I could see the uncertainty behind her eyes.

"It'll be fine," I assured her. "I'm just going to have a little 
fun. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Now, we'd better get back to the living room, before they send a 
search and rescue party after us."

With a tentative smile, she nodded and began picking up bowls of 
snacks.

-----

Rush.

Believe it or not, I was actually kind of excited about it. I 
really _didn't_ think I wanted to join a fraternity, but it 
wasn't as simple as I'd made it sound to Kendall. I was sure that 
not all fraternity guys were like Big Mistake Guy. A number of 
them probably _were_ like him, but certainly not all of them.

Nonetheless, I had promised to call Kendall when I got home, no 
matter how late it was. I think she just wanted to hear my voice 
and assure herself that I wasn't turning into a dreaded frat rat.

Gina, on the other hand, was excited that I was going to Rush. 
She had talked to Bridget several times, and was enthusiastic 
about Sorority Rush. After talking to Gina, however, I realized 
that Fraternity Rush and Sorority Rush were two _vastly_ 
different experiences.

For Sorority Rush, the girls--I mean women--all dressed up and 
gathered at the Panhellenic building. UT sororities didn't have 
houses, so they used the large building for all of their 
functions. Once there, each sorority had a chapter room of their 
own, where they put on skits, played games, and basically 
promoted the sorority's virtues.

The sorority members talked to prospective pledges, but from 
things Gina said, it seemed like the results were predetermined. 
Some girls literally applied months in advance. They even had to 
send pictures with their applications. (Gina and Bridget had 
taken a couple of Polaroids for Gina's hastily prepared 
application.) Before Rush Week even began, the sorority members 
more or less decided who they wanted to extend bids to.

In reality, it sounded like a popularity contest--or a racket--
but Bridget had assured Gina that she would definitely fit in 
with the Tri-Delts. And since Bridget was actually fairly 
important within the sorority's hierarchy, Gina was excited about 
the prospect.

Fraternity Rush, on the other hand, resembled nothing so much as 
one giant party. Each night, from seven until ten o'clock, 
prospective members simply went from one frat house to the next. 
Each house had a sign-in book, which was usually staffed by a 
covey of attractive coeds. The coeds were actually the 
fraternity's "little sisters," girls from a loosely associated 
sorority. (Sororities had their Rush earlier in the evening, so 
the girls could go to the parties.)

After each night's party, the fraternity brothers would get 
together and talk about all the guys who had signed the book 
(whether or not he was cool, whose younger brother he was, etc.). 
They would do the same on Wednesday night, getting a better feel 
for the guys who came back a second night. Thursday night's 
parties were by invitation only, so prospective pledges had to 
check with a list posted by the Intra-Fraternity Council, to see 
which fraternities had invited them back.

In all cases, Formal Rush only lasted until ten o'clock. The 
parties afterward were the real attraction. Since UT was 
technically a dry campus, each frat house would hire an off-duty 
police officer to "guard" the house. The officer was actually 
insurance against the frat house getting busted for having 
alcohol on the premises. It was a useful pretense, for everyone 
involved.

At the end of Rush Week, on Friday, fraternities and sororities 
extended bids to prospective members. Since it would be 
embarrassing to extend a bid and have it declined, they were very, 
_very_ selective with their offers.

On Tuesday, as I showered and shaved in preparation for the first 
night of Rush, I wondered what it would be like.

Would the fraternity guys be like me? Would they be party 
animals? Would they have wild, drunken orgies? Would they be 
jerks? What if two fraternities offered me a bid? Would I choose 
either (and disappoint Kendall)? Would I turn them down (and 
disappoint Gina)?

"Treacherous imagination," I muttered as I cinched my necktie and 
straightened my collar. Then I put on my dark blue blazer, dusted 
some imaginary lint from the lapel, and studied myself in the 
mirror. "Time to go," I said to myself.

"Yee-haw!" T.J. whooped as I opened the door. "Lookee here, Glen, 
Froggy went a'courtin'."

To my surprise, T.J. and Glen were both dressed in coat and tie 
as well. Not surprisingly, they were just leaving their room.

"Are you going to Rush too?" I asked rhetorically.

"What's it look like?" T.J. asked.

_So much for being nice,_ I thought.

"Just kiddin'," he said. "Yeah, we're going. You too, huh?"

I nodded.

"You wanna walk down there together?" he asked. "We can hang 
out."

"No thanks. I'm meeting some friends first."

"Okay. Take it easy."

With that, they headed out. T.J. could be a sarcastic son of a 
bitch, but his invitation had seemed genuinely friendly. I shook 
my head in puzzlement and then walked across the hall.

"Cool tie," Trip said by way of greeting as I entered his room.

"Thanks," I said. "My girlfriend bought it for me."

"Kendall's got good taste," he said.

"I think so, thanks," I said. In reality, I had meant Gina, but I 
reminded myself--again--to watch what I said when I mentioned "my 
girlfriend."

"You ready to go, Luke?" Trip asked.

"_Mais_, yes."

"Hey, Jeff!" Trip shouted across the foyer. "You ready?"

"I can't get this fucking tie tied," Jeff grumbled as he walked 
across the hall.

When I turned and looked at Jeff, I had to stifle a chuckle. His 
tie looked like it was knotted with a double-_double_ Windsor 
knot. It was as fat as a fist and the tie itself didn't even 
extend to his waist (since he'd used so much of its length in the 
knot).

"Give it here," Trip said.

Jeff gratefully loosened the tie and lifted it over his head. 
Unfortunately, when Trip managed to get the knot untied, the 
fabric was hopelessly wrinkled.

"Here," he said without hesitation, "you can borrow one of mine." 
Then he opened his closet, glanced at Jeff's pale yellow shirt, 
and selected a tie to match. "This should bring out the blue in 
your eyes too," Trip said as he held it up to Jeff's collar.

"'Bring out the blue in my eyes'?" Jeff repeated. "Shit, dude, 
you sound like a fag."

"You want the tie or not?" Trip asked.

"Okay, okay, I want it," Jeff said.

"Then don't give me a hard time about fashion advice."

"Sorry," Jeff said, chastened.

"It's cool," Trip said. "You want me to tie it for you?" When 
Jeff nodded, Trip put the tie around his own neck. Then he tied 
it with a few quick, practiced flips. Finally, he loosened and 
removed it, then handed it to Jeff.

When Jeff put it on, Trip helped him straighten his collar and 
adjust the knot.

"There," Trip said. "That's better."

"Thank you, dear," Jeff said.

Trip gave Jeff two playful slaps on the cheek. "You're welcome, 
_honey_."

"Get a room, you two," Luke said. Then, "Come on, we're gonna be 
late."

"Okay," Trip said. "Is everyone ready?" When we all nodded, he 
grinned. "Then let's go."

We joined a steady throng of guys who were walking from the dorms 
toward the fraternity houses. For the most part, they were 
dressed like us: blue blazers, khaki pants, light shirts, and 
patterned ties. We were like sheep.

"Just like sheep," Trip commented, echoing my thoughts.

"But we're _party_ sheep," Luke said. "I've been talking to this 
guy in my English class, and he says the Pikes, ATOs, SAEs, and 
Fijis have the best parties."

"Cool," Trip said.

"Yeah," Jeff added. "Fuckin' A."

That night, we went to every house in Fraternity Park, from the 
Phi Sig house to the Lambda Chi house, thirteen in all. I signed 
guestbook after guestbook and tried not to stare at the 
_exceedingly_ cute girls with the books.

The first night of Rush was mostly for prospective members to get 
acquainted with each fraternity. Some of the fraternity guys were 
really cool, while some treated us like dirt. For the most part, 
however, they were ordinary guys.

After Formal Rush ended, we made our way to the Fiji house. (The 
fraternity was actually Phi Gamma Delta, but no one ever called 
them that. I have no idea why.) Luke had really hit it off with 
some of the Fiji guys, and the rest of us didn't care enough to 
go anywhere else, so we headed to "Fiji Island."

The party was loud and fun, with lots of cute girls. And lots of 
beer, of course. The Fiji guys seemed cool too, and I was glad 
Luke had insisted on coming to the party. I kept hoping to see 
Gina, but I never did.

Finally, however, Trip, Jeff, and I wanted to head back to the 
dorm. I had an eight o'clock class in the morning, and I still 
had to call Kendall (not to mention breakfast with her at seven). 
Luke was still having a good time, so he told us to leave without 
him.

On the way back to the dorm, the three of us talked about the 
different fraternities.

Jeff, who was kind of shy (and a little dorky), had been the 
invisible man at a couple of houses. The brothers had talked to 
him, but they clearly didn't want him as a member. He bore it 
with equanimity, which was more than I would have done. At other 
houses, however, he seemed to fit right in, while Trip and I felt 
a little out of place.

The frat guys' treatment of Jeff notwithstanding, we made plans 
to go to a couple of parties the next night.

When I got back to my room, I called Kendall. It was after 
midnight, but she answered the phone on the first ring.

"Hey," I said, my voice a little slurred from all the beer I'd 
had at the Fiji party.

"Well?" she asked tentatively.

"I had fun," I said.

"Did you join one?"

"It doesn't really work like that," I said with a soft chuckle. 
"But no, I didn't join a fraternity."

"Oh, thank goodness."

"I told you, we were just having fun."

"I know," she said at last. "I kept telling myself that you just 
had to get it out of your system. Now that you have, I'm happy 
you're done with them."

"Oh, we're going to a couple of parties tomorrow night, too," I 
said.

Silence greeted me from the other end of the line.

"Hello?"

"I'm here," she said coolly.

"What's the matter?"

"I thought you were done with Rush," she said.

"I just wanna see what some of the other parties are like," I 
said. "I mean, we spent maybe fifteen minutes at each house 
tonight. And we only went to the Fiji party. I wanted to see what 
some of the other parties are like." I _tried_ not to sound 
defensive, but I knew Kendall would probably read me perfectly.

"Paul, why? You're not like them."

"Going to their parties isn't going to _make_ me like them, is 
it?"

"No," she answered after a moment.

"We're just having fun. Isn't that what college is about?"

"It's also about an education," she said. "Remember?"

"I know. But going to a few frat parties isn't going to get in 
the way of my education. I went to parties in high school."

"This isn't high school."

"It's just one week," I said. "It's not like I'm going to _join_ 
one of them or anything."

"Okay," she said at last.

"It's just this week," I repeated.

"I know. I just get worried. I'm sorry."

"It's cool," I said. "You don't have anything to worry about it, 
though. I'm still the same guy. I haven't been infected by frat 
cooties or anything."

At that, she chuckled.

"Did you have a nice night?" I asked, changing the subject.

"More or less," she said. "Abby and I made sandwiches and then we 
watched TV. But I was also a little worried about you," she 
admitted after a moment.

"You don't need to worry about me," I said softly. "But thank you. 
Seriously, I'm just having fun. I'm not going to turn into a frat 
rat, I'm not going to start treating women like meat, and I'm not 
going to start talking to your tits instead of your face."

"I know. I'm sorry I got so upset," she said.

"That's okay. It's because you love me."

"I do."

"Good," I said. "'Cause I love you too."

"And you don't know how _happy_ that makes me."

"Oh, I think I do."

"I'd better get to bed," she said at last.

"Me too. I was gonna call Gina, but it's getting late. So I think 
I'll just hit the rack."

"Okay," she said. "I love you."

"I love you too. G'night."

"Night."

As I closed the door to my room, I decided not to turn on the 
overhead light. I hung up my jacket and pants and then stripped 
off the rest of my clothes. I was just about to climb into bed 
when I remembered my roommate.

Sure enough, I looked across the room and saw Billy's outline in 
bed. I shook my head and quickly found my discarded underwear. I 
was used to sleeping in the nude, so wearing the tight shorts 
would definitely take some getting used to.

For a while, I lay in bed, staring at the dark ceiling and 
thinking about Kendall and her misgivings about all things Greek. 
At the thought of Greeks, however, I remembered our afternoon 
together, and her concubine fantasy. My dick stiffened and I 
reached for it. When I remembered Billy, I quickly withdrew my 
hand.

With a sigh, I rolled over and tried to will my erection to 
subside. Eventually, it did. Unfortunately, it took me a while to 
fall asleep. I spent most of the time thinking: about Rush, 
Kendall, Gina, and a dozen other things, all of them vaguely 
unsettling.

-----

As soon as Professor Joska walked into the classroom, we grew 
quiet. He'd made it clear that he had little patience when it 
came to getting our attention.

"Mr. Hughes," he said, fixing his baleful eyes upon me. "What is 
a building?"

I blinked.

"It's not a difficult question, Mr. Hughes, is it?"

I shook my head.

"So," he prompted, "_what_ is a building?"

"Um..."

"No," he said when I paused too long. "A building is not an 'um.' 
Do you have a more lucid answer?"

I felt my face heating and ground my teeth to keep from telling 
him where to _stick_ his "lucid answer."

"If you had done your reading, Mr. Hughes, you'd know that a 
building is simply a means of modifying the climate of a 
particular place, so certain activities can be carried out in 
comfort and convenience."

In truth, I _hadn't_ read the assigned chapter from our textbook. 
Instead of reading, I'd gone to Rush parties. It was my own fault 
that I didn't know the answer to the question, but that didn't 
make Joska's ridicule any easier to stomach.

"Should I waste my time, _and the class's_," he asked, looking at 
me again, "by asking you what the four design paradigms used 
throughout history are?" Before I could even open my mouth, he 
continued. "_No_, I shouldn't waste my time," he said. "Because 
you wouldn't be able to tell me. Since you didn't deign to do 
your reading, I'll tell you what they are: pragmatic, iconic, 
analogical, and canonic." Once again, he speared me with his 
uncompromising gaze. "Mr. Hughes, if you're going to waste your 
time--not to mention _mine_--by not reading the assignments, you 
should drop this class now." Then he reached into his briefcase 
and pulled out a pink slip. "I'll sign a Late Drop, if you wish."

It took every ounce of willpower I possessed not to say something 
I knew I'd regret. Instead, I shook my head and smiled, my lips 
bloodless and my jaw clenched so tight that my face hurt.

"And that goes for the rest of you, too," Joska continued. "Half 
of you had blank looks when I asked my question. So let Mr. 
Hughes serve as an object lesson. Because next time, it could be 
_you_."

His words hung in the air as he scowled at us. Without further 
comment, he turned to the blackboard and picked up a piece of 
chalk.

"Now," he said, "let's consider the first design paradigm, 
pragmatic..."

I unclenched my fists and jerked my notebook out of my backpack. 
My eyes met Trip's as I sat upright. He gave me a sympathetic 
shrug and then flipped open his own notebook. I _hated_ being 
humiliated by Joska, and I vowed not to make the same mistake 
again. Ever.

-----

"What the _fuck_ does that guy have against me?" I growled as 
Trip and I walked out of class. I didn't care if Professor Joska 
heard me or not.

"Better you than me, pal," Trip said.

For a moment, I stared at him, incredulous.

Then he cracked a grin.

"You're taking your life into your own hands," I said, unable to 
maintain my scowl in the face of his sanguine self-assurance.

"That's what friends are for, right?"

"Some friend you are," I muttered.

"Well," he said as we walked toward the building's atrium, 
"you're not going to skip your reading again, are you?"

I shook my head tersely.

"Lesson learned, so let's move on," he continued.

"You're just lucky he hasn't got it in for _you_," I said.

"No kidding."

For a while, we walked along in silence. I didn't feel like 
talking; I was still fuming.

"I was talking to a guy in my Calculus class," Trip said, 
breaking my dark train of thought. "He went to a couple of 
different Rush parties last night. He said the Sigma Chi and SAE 
parties were pretty good. You wanna try those tonight?"

"Whatever."

He blithely ignored my indifferent reply. "Luke wants to go to 
the Fiji party again," he said. "I think he really likes those 
guys. They're pretty cool, but they're serious party animals."

I nodded.

"Just like Luke."

At Trip's tone, I looked at him sidelong.

"Luke's cool and all," he said, "but I don't know if he really 
takes life that seriously." Then, to my surprise, he chuckled. 
"He's definitely not as serious as _you_," he said, "but then 
again, I don't know many people who are."

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

"You are too, Mr. Dark and Brooding."

"I'm not dark and brooding."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too," he said, his lips quirked up in a grin.

"Am not!"

"Are too, are too, are too!" he said. To my utter disbelief, he 
playfully shoved me and then took off running.

I hesitated for a moment, too shocked to do anything but stare at 
his retreating back. Finally, my brain got my legs working, and I 
raced after him.

He easily stayed ahead of me, his long legs pumping effortlessly. 
A minute later, we pounded up the stairs to the dorm courtyard. 
Then he pulled up short and turned to me, panting and grinning. I 
stopped a few steps from the top and bent over, my hand on my 
side.

"You could learn a lesson from Luke," he said seriously, still 
panting. Then he held my gaze, his eyes full of a depth I hadn't 
seen before. "Life's too short to worry about the little things," 
he said. "And I'll tell you a secret," he added soberly. "They're 
_all_ little things."

With that, he extended his hand.

I gripped it and he pulled me up the last two stairs.

"C'mon," he said. "Let's head upstairs. Luke wanted to play some 
two on two before we head to the parties."

"Sure," I said absently, still thinking about what he'd just said. 
In the moment he'd said it, he seemed different. I couldn't put 
my finger on it, but he seemed older, wiser. I looked at him out 
of the corner of my eye and wondered what had made him that way.

-----

I tried to call Gina after basketball, but her line was busy. She 
had class most of the day on Wednesdays, so I hadn't talked to 
her all day. I wanted to see if she had fun with the Tri-Delts. I 
also wanted to know if she planned to come to any of the 
fraternity parties.

After my shower, I tried her room again, but the number was still 
busy. As I started to dial Kendall's number, T.J. came out of his 
room with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Hey, Loverboy," he said. "Calling your girlfriends? Just kiddin'. 
Which parties did you go to last night?" he asked.

"The Fiji one, mostly," I said.

He nodded. "Yeah, that one was cool. Glen and me went to the 
Sigma Chi party, and then the one at the Kappa Alpha house. Them 
boys sure know how to party," he said. Then he looked at me 
earnestly. "Where're y'all going tonight? You and them guys from 
across the hall, right?"

I nodded. "I think we were gonna go back to the Fiji house," I 
said. "But I'm really not sure where else."

"Glen and me'll be at the KA party tonight," he said. "Come on 
over, we'll have a good ol' time."

"Thanks for the invite," I said.

"No problem. I'll seeya there. Have a good one."

"You too," I said, more confused than ever. Had I just had a 
pleasant conversation with T.J.? Had he just offered me a 
friendly invitation? Had he _meant it?_ As he got into the shower, 
I shook my head in puzzlement. Then I picked up the phone and 
dialed Kendall's number.

"Hello?" Vivian answered.

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

"Hey, Paul. Sure. Hold on a sec."

"Hi," Kendall said a moment later.

"Hi yourself," I said, imitating her usual reply. "How's it 
going?"

"Okay."

"What're you up to?"

"Just a little studying. O. Chem. Yuck," she said. "Do you wanna 
come over? I could make us some popcorn or something."

I mentally sighed. "Thanks, but..."

"I know," she said. "You're still going... out... aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure you don't wanna come over?"

"I _want_ to, but... Can I have a rain check?" I asked.

"Sure. Call me when you get home, no matter how late it is."

"Okay." Then I paused for a moment, to gather my thoughts. 
"Kendall?"

"Yes?"

"I'll be fine."

"I know," she said. "I'm not worried."

I didn't need to have her insight to realize that she was lying.

"Do you want to come over tomorrow afternoon?" she asked. "We'll 
have the apartment to ourselves."

"That sounds good," I said sincerely. "Are we still on for 
breakfast?"

"Of course," she said. Then, "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Have fun."

"Thanks. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye," she said.

"Bye."

-----

That night, Luke wanted to go to the Fiji house and _only_ the 
Fiji house. Since we didn't think he could get into _too_ much 
trouble, Trip and I let him go alone. Surprisingly, Jeff wanted 
to head off alone as well, to the Sigma Nu house. Evidently, he 
had hit it off with them the night before.

"Well," Trip said as we watched Jeff walk down the street. "I 
guess it's just you and me."

"Yep."

"How about we go to the KA house first," he suggested. "Since 
it's right here."

"Sounds good to me," I said.

Not surprisingly, we saw T.J. and Glen at the party. T.J. waved 
and then beckoned us over.

"Paul," he said, "this here's Lou Stubbs. He's the Sergeant at 
Arms for KA. Lou, this is Paul and... um..."

Trip introduced himself. We chatted with the two of them for a 
few minutes, and T.J. was actually nice. I was surprised.

Soon enough, however, Trip and I decided to go to another party. 
T.J. even waved to us as we left.

"That was weird," I said as we walked out of the house and 
breathed in the fresh air.

"What?" Trip asked.

"I don't know what to make of that guy. T.J., I mean. One minute, 
he's a prick, and the next, he's all smiles and good ol' boy 
friendly."

"He seemed pretty nice tonight."

"I know," I said. "_That's_ what was weird."

"I guess," Trip said. "Anyway, let's head to the SAE house."

"Sure," I said as we walked to the house next door.

The SAEs were some of the guys who treated Jeff as if he weren't 
there, but they'd been pretty cool to Trip and me. Most of them 
were jocks of one variety or another, so Trip and I fit in. 
Unfortunately, they also had the arrogance that some athletes 
have. We decided to leave after less than an hour.

Our next stop was the Sigma Chi house. The guys were really cool, 
and we ended up staying more than an hour. We met the president, 
vice president, and Rush coordinator, and got a grand tour of the 
house. I don't know what sorority the little sisters were from, 
but they were definitely cute. Finally, Trip nudged me.

"You ready to go to the next party?" he asked. "The Pikes are 
next door."

"Sure."

The Pi Kappa Alpha house had a band and the party was already 
getting rowdy. The girls with the sign-in book handed us cups as 
soon as we walked in. Then they pointed us toward the back of the 
house, where the kegs were. The guys seemed nice enough, but Trip 
and I decided to leave after we finished our first beer.

"Let's go see what Luke's up to," he said, nodding toward Fiji 
Island.

The Fiji house was one of the larger ones on campus, and their 
party was already in full swing. Formal Rush had just ended as we 
arrived, and when we found Luke, he directed us to the beer keg.

Trip and I had fun at the party, but decided to head back to the 
dorm shortly before midnight. We'd had our fill of cheap beer and 
smoky fraternity houses. So we made sure Luke was okay and then 
left.

"What'd you think?" Trip asked as we walked toward the dorms.

I shrugged. "I liked the Sigma Chis. The Pikes were kinda 
snobbish, though."

"Lots of guys with money in that fraternity," he said. "You could 
almost smell it."

"No kidding."

"I liked the Sigma Chis too," he said. "The KA guys were cool too, 
but some of them were a little too... um... Old South, if you know 
what I mean."

I nodded.

"The SAEs were okay," he said. "But I think they'd get on my 
nerves sooner or later."

"Yeah."

When we got back to the dorm, we said goodbye and headed to our 
separate suites. I called Kendall to let her know I'd gotten in 
safely. Then, I gambled and called Gina's suite. A sleepy Faith 
answered.

"Hello?"

"May I please speak to Gina?"

"She's not here right now. May I take a message?"

"Sorry, Faith," I said. "It's Paul. Do you know where she is?"

"Uh-uh. She and some other sorority girl were here a while ago. 
But they left."

"Okay. Will you tell her I called, please?"

"I will," she said. "Bye."

In my room, Billy was still awake, so we chatted as I took off my 
coat and tie.

"How was Rush?" he asked. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah," I said. Then I told him about some of the houses, and how 
different the groups of guys were. "How come you didn't go?" I 
asked.

He shrugged. "I dunno. I never really thought about it. Besides, 
I've been working on the play. We're doing _Dracula_," he said. 
"It's so cool. Jamie, my friend, got the part of Van Helsing, and 
I've been helping him with his lines. And we've got props and 
costumes and sets to create, so..."

I listened as he excitedly talked about the play. He seemed to 
have several jobs, all backstage with the crew. I didn't know 
much about theater, but it was fun to listen to him.

Billy was still talking about Jamie and learning lines when I 
climbed into bed and turned out my desk light. I tried to keep my 
eyes open, but I just couldn't. I know I dozed off a few times 
while he was talking, but he didn't seem to notice. Finally, the 
conversation wound down and we said goodnight.

-----

Gina didn't have class on Thursday morning, so I called her room 
when I got back from my Drawing class. She answered on the 
seventh or eighth ring.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey. What time is it?"

"Ten after ten," I said. "Did you just get up?"

"Yeah," she rasped. Then she paused for a moment. "Um... I was out 
late."

"With the Tri-Delts?"

"No, not really."

"Oh. I tried to call last night, but you weren't there."

She yawned. "Sorry. No, I wasn't here. I was with Regan."

"Reagan?" I asked. "Like the president?"

"No, R-E-G-A-N. I met her at Rush, in the Chi O chapter room. 
She's really cool," she said. Then she yawned again. "Listen, 
I'll tell you about her later. I'm gonna go back to sleep before 
I have to go to class."

"Oh. Okay," I said.

"Bye."

Before I could say goodbye, she hung up.

-----

I managed to make it to Art History on time, but I still sat in 
the back of the class. I was hoping that the brunette and her 
blonde friend would sit near me. Sure enough, the professor had 
just started lecturing when the two girls came in. The blonde 
smiled when she saw me. The brunette merely raised her eyebrows. 
Then she smiled wryly as I indicated the seats to my left with a 
glance.

All through class, I struggled to pay attention to Professor 
Dubois as she talked about Greek and Roman sculpture. To the left 
of the brunette, the blonde was intensely interested. She wasn't 
taking notes--she was idly chewing on her pencil instead--but I 
could tell that she was soaking up the material. The brunette 
glanced my way a few times, but I pretended not to notice. 
Finally, the bell rang. I rose and turned, intent on introducing 
myself.

"We've got to stop meeting like this," the brunette said, 
completely disarming me. "People will talk."

"Um... yeah. I mean, no. Um... no, I mean, yeah. Yeah," I stammered. 
_Get it together, Hughes! Say something witty! Say something 
charming! Say _anything_!_

The brunette moistened her lips and tilted her head to the side, 
her eyes sparkling with mirth. Then she made a moue when I didn't 
offer anything further. "Well," she said, her moue turning to a 
wry grin, "_some_ people will talk." With that, she smiled again 
and turned to go.

"Bye," said the blonde.

I didn't trust myself to say anything coherent, so I merely waved. 
When they walked into the hall--and out of my sight--I shook my 
head in bewilderment. What was I _thinking?_ Normally, I was much 
cooler than that. I didn't know why I'd suddenly gotten so 
tongue-twisted.

As I walked toward Kendall's apartment, I chastised myself for 
flirting with the brunette. I had a girlfriend already--two!--and 
I certainly didn't need the complications of a _third_ 
relationship (as if _that_ were likely to happen).

So I consciously put thoughts of the brunette out of my mind. 
When my thoughts turned to Kendall, however, I frowned. I knew 
she didn't want me to go to Rush, but Trip and I had both been 
invited back to the Sigma Chi house (as well as the Fiji and KA 
houses).

I wondered what I'd do if the Sigma Chis offered me a bid. They 
were really cool guys, and most of them seemed a lot like me. 
They liked to have fun, but were serious about school. They 
didn't have a reputation as party animals, but they weren't nerds 
either. All in all, they just seemed like people I'd like to hang 
out with.

As much as I told myself--and Kendall--that I didn't want to join 
a fraternity, a little part of me really _did_. I liked the 
camaraderie; it was one of the things I'd always enjoyed about 
the wrestling team. And I liked the idea of belonging to another 
group like that, a group that shared a bond. I don't know why. I 
guess _everyone_ wants to belong, in one way or another, and I 
was no different.

Once again, I wondered what I'd do if they offered me a bid. 
Would Kendall be disappointed if I pledged? Would she break up 
with me? What would Gina think? Would she be happy? And what if 
_I_ got a bid but Trip didn't? Even though I'd known him for only 
a couple of weeks, he was rapidly becoming my best friend. Would 
I pledge Sigma Chi if he didn't?

My mind was still awhirl as I got off the elevator on Kendall's 
floor. I tried to clear my thoughts as I knocked on her door. I 
honestly didn't know _what_ I'd do if the Sigma Chis offered me a 
bid. I guess I'd just have to wait and see.

When the door opened, I smiled. Kendall smiled in return and 
beckoned me inside.

"Hi," I said as I stepped into the entry hall.

"Hi yourself."

"Wow, you look nice," I said. "Do you always answer the door 
dressed like that?"

She was wearing her short white terrycloth robe, and it was 
belted loose enough that I could see a healthy expanse of her 
tanned and generous cleavage. I quickly shut the door, so 
passersby wouldn't see her.

"No," she said. "But I knew it was you. So..."

"I always like the way you look in that robe," I said.

"I know," she replied. "That's why I wore it."

It had been a couple of days since I'd had sex, and my penis 
twitched as my eyes roamed over her. Normally, it wouldn't be a 
problem for me to go a day or two without sex, but my 
masturbation opportunities had been severely limited, since I had 
a full-time roommate. I actually enjoyed jerking off, but the 
shower wasn't my favorite place to do it. And while it relieved 
the pressure, I didn't want to do it _all_ of the time.

"What's so funny?" Kendall asked when I chuckled ironically.

"I was just thinking about my roommate," I said.

"Billy? Is something the matter?"

I quickly shook my head. "No, he's still in school, he hasn't 
broken up with his girlfriend, and he hasn't been busted for 
selling coke."

"Then what's so funny?"

"Well, at first, I was frustrated because I never saw my roommate. 
_Now_, I'm frustrated because I _do_."

She furrowed her brow.

"I don't really have any... um... privacy."

"Privacy?"

"Well, it's been a couple of days since I've been with you or 
Gina," I said somewhat sheepishly. "And... well..."

"Oh," she said. Then, "_Oh_."

"Uh-huh."

"Bless your heart," she said, her eyes softening. Then she cast 
her eyes down and smiled shyly. "Actually, that was kind of why I 
wore this robe."

"Oh?"

She nodded. "I knew you liked it, and ..."

"And...?" I prompted.

"You know."

"No, tell me," I said with a roguish grin.

"I was hoping you'd... you know..."

Instead of answering, I tugged one end of her belt. The knot came 
loose and the terrycloth parted to reveal her lush body. My dick 
immediately sprang to attention.

As I stepped forward and cupped her breasts, she shrugged and the 
robe slid off her shoulders. A moment later, she lowered her arms 
and the white terrycloth dropped to the floor to pool around her 
feet. I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to me. 
She tilted her head to the side and our lips met. The skin of her 
back felt warm and soft as I hugged her to me, and I could feel 
the pressure of her breasts against my chest.

When we broke the kiss, I gently pushed her to her knees. Once 
there, she gazed up at me, her eyes bright with anticipation. I 
wanted to let the tension build, so I took my time unzipping my 
shorts. Her eyes never left my hands as I slowly lowered the 
zipper.

Before reaching into my underwear, I cupped her face and tilted 
it upward. She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into my palm.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

"Mmmmm, I love you too. And I love it when you touch me."

For a moment, neither of us moved. My erection pressed against 
the fabric of my underwear, but I ignored it. The expression of 
love and devotion on Kendall's face was too enthralling to tear 
my eyes away from. With her eyes still closed, she began planting 
tender kisses on my palm and up the inside of my wrist, sighing 
softly as she did. Finally, she pulled back and looked up at me, 
her blue eyes hooded.

"Do you want to go to my bedroom?" she asked quietly.

I brushed an errant strand of dark hair out of her eyes and 
gently tucked it behind her ear. For a moment, we simply gazed at 
each other, our eyes locked in an embrace of their own. With a 
smile, I nodded.

After I helped her to her feet, I impulsively scooped her into my 
arms. Even though she was a big girl, I easily supported her 
weight.

"Why, sir," she said in her exaggerated Southern belle drawl, 
"where _are_ you takin' me?"

I couldn't think of a clever reply, so I simply kissed her 
passionately. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me 
close. When we broke the kiss, I carried her toward her bedroom.

Once there, I gently set her upon the bed and kicked off my shoes. 
While I unbuttoned my shirt, she sat up and unfastened my belt. 
In a few moments, I was nude, my erection pointing at her face.

"Oh, dear," she drawled. "Whatever will I do with this prodigious 
appendage?"

"Frankly, my dear," I said, doing a lousy Rhett Butler imitation, 
"I don't give a damn... as long as you suck it." (I don't think 
Rhett ever said that last part; I made that up on the spot. I can 
be pretty clever when I think with my dick.)

"Why, sir," she protested, "I've never done that before. I 
wouldn't know what to do."

"You'll learn quick enough," I said. Then I put my hand on the 
back of her head and pulled her toward my hard-on.

Her lips parted and she swallowed the first few inches.

When her soft, soft mouth closed around my shaft, I felt light-
headed. "See? You're a natural," I said.

Instead of replying, she pulled back, her lips tight around the 
crown. Then she opened her mouth again and swallowed about half 
my length.

"A natural...," I breathed.

For a few moments, I simply relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of 
her mouth and tongue as they moved over my shaft. Then I looked 
down and watched her fellate me. Instead of just sucking my dick, 
she made love to it, her tongue swirling along the underside 
ridge as she slowly bobbed back and forth.

"Play with yourself while you suck me," I said.

Without opening her eyes, she dropped one hand to the juncture of 
her thighs.

"Spread your moisture around, get yourself ready for me," I 
directed. As she continued sucking, I watched her run her middle 
finger over her parted labia. "Now, slide your finger into your 
pussy," I said.

Her finger disappeared into her slit and she moaned, her lips 
still around my cock.

"That's right," I said softly, "finger yourself while you suck me. 
Get your tight, hot pussy ready for my cock."

She whimpered at the paired sensations in her pussy and mouth. 
Over the years, she'd grown to enjoy giving me head. I don't 
think she liked it as much as Susan (who could work herself 
nearly to orgasm simply by fellating me), and she didn't crave 
the taste of semen like Gina did, but she definitely enjoyed 
sucking me.

"You can't wait for me to fuck you, can you?" I asked.

She shook her head and pulled her lips from my organ.

"Keep sucking me," I ordered, and she immediately returned her 
mouth to my dick. "You like having my cock in your mouth, don't 
you?"

She nodded.

"You want me to fuck you?"

Another nod.

"You want me to fuck you on the dinner table," I said. "At 
Thanksgiving, right?"

She moaned around my cock, but never took her lips from it. 
Between her legs, her finger vibrated over her clit.

"You want me to fuck you on the dinner table at Thanksgiving," I 
said, "in front of your whole family." It was a fantasy of hers, 
and it never failed to get her incredibly worked up.

Instead of answering, she quickened her pace as she bobbed back 
and forth, sucking my cock for all she was worth.

"Everyone will be at the table," I said. "Your aunts and uncles. 
Your mother." I waited a moment to let her excitement build. 
"Your father," I added at last.

She moaned softly.

"He'll watch as his little girl gives me head, her lips wrapped 
around my cock. Your uncles will watch too. They'll watch as you 
suck me, while you swallow as much of my cock as you can. You'd 
like that, wouldn't you? Keep sucking," I said as she started to 
shake her head. "Yeah, you know you'd like it. Your uncles 
watching, their dicks hard as they see their niece--sweet, 
innocent Kendall--with my dick in her mouth."

She pulled her mouth off my cock long enough to swallow, then 
plunged her lips over me again.

"And your aunts," I continued. "They'll be thinking about sucking 
your uncles. Do you think their pussies will get wet as they 
watch us? I think they will. They'll think about what it feels 
like to have a dick in their mouth, to suck cock," I said, 
letting the words draw out.

Kendall's fingers were a blur as she played with her clit, and I 
could tell by her breathing that she was incredibly aroused.

"What about your mother?" I asked. "She's seen me with a hard-on 
before, hasn't she? And she's seen my hot, white, sticky come all 
over your face, hasn't she?"

She nodded.

"You remember what she did afterward? She got your father to fuck 
her and then had him come on her face. Do you think she'll be 
thinking about the same thing as she watches you suck me at the 
dinner table? I do. I think she'll imagine how much she loves 
sucking your father, how much she loves his come on her face. I 
think her mouth will start watering, just thinking about it."

Kendall moaned softly and tried to swallow me whole. With her 
lips mere inches from the base of my cock, she clamped her mouth 
shut and swirled her tongue over the underside ridge.

"And what about your father?" I continued. "What will _he_ be 
thinking? Will he be thinking about his wife's lips?" I asked. 
Then I let a few seconds tick by. "Or _yours?_"

Kendall's reaction always amazed me whenever I mentioned her 
father. If we weren't having sex at the time, she was aghast at 
the thought of having sex with her father. But if we _were_ 
having sex when I mentioned him, her reaction was far more 
powerful, more visceral, more heated. This time was no exception.

"That's right," I said, my mind's eye returning to the imaginary 
scene at the dinner table. "You know your father's dick is hard, 
and he's thinking about your lips wrapped around it. He's 
thinking about you sucking him. But you're mine," I whispered as 
I ran my fingers through her hair.

She moaned softly and wrapped her hand around the base of my 
shaft.

"And to prove that you're mine," I said, continuing the fantasy, 
"I'm going to fuck you in front of him. I'm going to move the 
turkey and stuffing out of the way and we're going to climb onto 
the table. When you spread your legs, your father will have a 
perfect view of your wet, slippery, clean-shaven pussy. Would you 
like that?"

She shook her head, but I knew better. Not only had her sucking 
become more urgent, her fingers were in constant motion over her 
clit.

"I'll climb between your legs, my cock hard, wet, and shiny from 
your sucking. All of your aunts will be watching it," I said. 
"And your uncles' eyes will be glued to your body. They'll be 
watching as I set my cock at your pussy and rub the head along 
your slit. Your father will be watching too. He'll be watching 
his little girl with her legs spread.

"Your mother will be watching as well," I said. "She'll be 
watching, but she'll be thinking about what it feels like to have 
a cock inside her, to spread her open and fill her. Do you think 
her pussy's as tight as yours?" I asked. "Do you think your 
father has to take his time and enter her slowly, spreading her 
open with his dick?"

Kendall moaned incoherently, her lips sliding along the smooth 
skin of my shaft and making it difficult for me to concentrate.

"Will he watch me spread you open and imagine what it would be 
like? What it'd be like to fuck his little girl?"

She shook her head, but her lips never left my shaft. Between her 
legs, she plunged a finger into pussy, up to the second knuckle.

"As I slide into you, your family will watch. The men will know 
what it feels like to slip into a hot, smooth, tight, wet pussy. 
They'll know how good it feels. And the women will know what it 
feels like to have a big, hard cock fill them and spread them 
open, invading their pussies. Do you think any of them will play 
with themselves as I fuck you in front of them? Will your aunts 
lift their skirts and run their fingers over pussies wet with 
desire? Will your uncles unzip their pants and jerk off as they 
watch me fuck you?

"And what will your parents do? Your father will have a perfect 
view as my dick slides into you. He'll be able to see every 
detail as I spread you open. What will he be thinking? Will he 
want your mother to shave her pussy too? Will he want her to look 
like you? If she does, will he be thinking of her... or _you?_"

With a barely suppressed groan, Kendall clamped her lips around 
my shaft and stopped moving. Her fingers practically buzzed over 
her clit. In a moment, she tensed up as climactic pleasure seized 
her. Her face began to turn red as she held her breath in ecstasy. 
Finally, she shuddered in orgasm and let out an explosive breath. 
My cock slipped from her lips, but I didn't care. I was too 
caught up watching her climax.

When it subsided, she panted, momentarily disoriented by the 
force of her orgasm. Then she wrapped her hand around the base of 
my dick, swallowed once, and plunged her lips over my shaft. Her 
breasts swung gently as she bobbed back and forth, intent on 
making me come.

In only a few minutes, my breathing grew ragged and she knew I 
was going to reward her efforts. Instead of keeping her lips 
wrapped around my shaft, though, she pulled back and began 
stroking me.

"Come on my face," she begged.

_Who was I to refuse?_

I replaced her hand with my own and stroked my slippery erection. 
In a moment, the pressure grew too great, and I felt the first 
surge of come gushing up my shaft.

Kendall shut her eyes and then gasped as a thick rope of semen 
splashed over her face, trailing from her bangs to her chin. The 
next stream splattered over her nose. A third struck her in the 
cheek. The final gush washed over her pursed lips, coating them. 
I stroked myself a couple more times, squeezing the final drops 
onto her chin, neck, and chest

As I slowly relaxed, she gripped my shaft and began rubbing it 
over her face, smearing my come into her skin. Then she opened 
her mouth and greedily sucked me, moaning as she tasted my sperm. 
A moment later, she put her hands on my hips and tried to swallow 
me whole. I was still very hard, and she couldn't take all of me, 
but it wasn't for lack of enthusiasm.

Then, incredibly, she opened her eyes, her eyelids fluttering 
tentatively. Her eyelashes did their job and protected her eyes 
from the stinging semen. She smiled up at me and then grinned in 
amazement.

"Wow," she said.

"No kidding."

"Wow," she said again. Then she closed her eyes, moaned softly, 
and resumed sucking me.

When I didn't stop her, she grew bolder, and began taking long 
strokes. My cock entered her throat and she held it there. But 
then she started to gag, and quickly pulled back. She repeated 
that a few times, taking me as deep as she could and holding me 
there. Her breathing came in ragged gasps as she sucked me. 
Finally, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs, beckoning 
to me.

"I need you inside me," she whispered.

Without hesitation, I climbed between her thighs and eased 
forward, the tip of my still slippery cock brushing against her 
spread labia. She reached up and pulled me forward. I could smell 
my semen on her face as I drew near, but I didn't shy away from 
it. I don't know why, but it seemed natural.

Then I felt the heat of her pussy wash over my cock, and I 
stopped thinking about anything else. I lowered my hips and slid 
into her. She was still tight, but loose enough that I didn't 
have to enter her slowly. When I bottomed out, she groaned and 
lifted her knees, her toes pointed. Then she tilted her pelvis up 
and put her hands on my hips. Her eyes fluttered open again and 
she gazed up at me.

"Make love to me, Paul," she said softly. "I want to feel you 
come inside me."

I nodded and began thrusting.

Plunging into her was like sinking into molten ecstasy: her pussy 
surrounded me with incredible heat and moisture. I felt ripples 
within her as aftershocks surged through her body. She shuddered 
once and then closed her eyes, her nostrils flaring as she 
inhaled.

I kissed her.

Her face was still covered with my semen, but I didn't care. I 
felt the sticky wetness of my own come as it coated my cheeks. I 
tasted it on her lips. I smelled it when I breathed. Still, I 
didn't care. She twined her fingers through my hair and held me 
close. All the while, my hips rose and fell, burying my cock in 
her depths.

Even though I'd come just a short time before, I felt another 
orgasm welling up. Beneath me, Kendall felt it as well.

"I love you _so_ much," she whispered.

"I love you too," I said as I collapsed against her.

Her soft, expansive breasts cushioned my chest as I continued 
thrusting into her. I could feel her sperm-covered face against 
mine, smearing my juices between us, over our skin, into our hair. 
I didn't care. All I cared about was filling her, _ful_filling 
her.

With a grunt, I thrust deep inside her, my hips grinding against 
her pelvis. I supported myself on my elbows, my arms under her 
shoulders, holding us chest to chest. My buttocks clenched as I 
tried to bury myself even deeper. I clamped my eyes shut and felt 
the rush of my oncoming orgasm.

As I emptied my balls into her, our twined bodies became one. 
Then I lost track of time; the seconds becoming minutes, the 
minutes becoming hours, the hours becoming lifetimes.

Finally, when I regained my sense of time, I opened my eyes. We 
were both panting from the exertion, our chests still pressed 
together.

I inhaled deeply, my senses still reeling from the intensity of 
my orgasm. As I held my breath, I picked out the briny tang of 
semen, the slightly acrid odor of our sweat, the flowery smell of 
her shampoo, and a myriad of other scents.

I could feel her moisture around my dick, and the dampness of my 
pubic hair. Her skin was hot against mine, yet smooth and silky. 
I could even feel my own come drying on my face, making my skin 
taut.

Above all, however, I could feel my own heartbeat. And if I paid 
attention, I could pick out hers. I could even feel my slowly 
shrinking cock as it throbbed with my pulse. With my eyes closed, 
I concentrated on the sensations.

Finally, I lifted my head and gazed down at her.

"Wow," she breathed.

I simply nodded.

"That was... wow."

"Mmm hmm."

She wiggled her hips. "I like feeling you inside me."

"Me too."

Then she blushed. "I can't believe what you _said_, though."

"About what?"

"About... you know... about my father."

"You got pretty worked up over it," I said.

She couldn't deny the truth.

"It's okay to do that in fantasies," I assured her.

She nodded silently.

"It _is_ pretty hot, though, isn't it?"

Her eyes flashed and then she rolled them. "You're _so bad_," she 
said.

"That's why you love me."

"I love you for a million reasons," she said. "That's just one of 
them."

"Good," I said softly.

Then, with my semi-hard dick still buried inside her, I kissed 
her. As our breathing slowed to normal and our heartbeats with it, 
we continued kissing, lost in our own little world.

-----

Later that afternoon, Kendall and I showered together and then 
had a quiet dinner. (At least as quiet as we could get in the 
Morrell dining hall.)

"When do you have to be at the Sigma Chi party?" she asked.

"I told Trip I'd meet him at six thirty."

She nodded.

"You don't mind that I'm going?"

She hesitated a moment before shaking her head. "I trust you." 
Then she looked up and smiled bravely. "And if you become a frat 
rat, I'll just have to learn to be a frat rat's girlfriend."

I reached across the table and grasped her hand.

She gazed into my eyes and then smiled.

"Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome," she said. Then she changed the subject. "How's 
Gina like Rush? Does she think she's going to become a Tri-Delt?"

"You know," I said, "I have _no_ clue. I haven't really talked to 
her since Tuesday. And she was in class all day yesterday. I 
talked to her for a few minutes this morning, but she wanted to 
go back to bed, so..."

"I hope she's having fun," Kendall said.

"Me too. I'll call her when I get back to my room."

-----

"May I please speak to Gina?" I asked when Faith answered the 
phone.

"One moment, please," she said.

"Hello?" Gina said a moment later.

"Hey, sweetie," I said. "Long time no talk."

"Oh my God," she said. "I've got _so_ much to tell you. You won't 
believe what's happened."

"Good or bad?" I asked, although she sounded excited.

"Good, silly," she said. "Very good. And very cool." Then she 
paused for a moment. "Oh, darn. I've got to go. I have to be at 
Panhellenic in twenty minutes." Then, "Hey! Can you meet me 
downstairs in a few minutes?"

"Sure," I said. "I'll see you in a few minutes."

Once downstairs, I waited in the South Carrick lobby. I'd only 
been standing there a few minutes when Gina and another girl 
appeared. The other girl was taller than Gina, and slender, with 
wheat-blonde hair and chiseled features. She was very attractive, 
and her red dress showed off her lithe body.

Gina wore a wine-colored dress that I knew was one of her 
favorites. It made her black hair and exotic features stand out. 
It also had a slit up the left side of the skirt, and I could see 
a healthy expanse of thigh as she approached me.

"Hi," I said.

As the other girl stood back discreetly, Gina glided into my arms 
and tilted her head back for a kiss.

Needless to say, I obliged her.

"Hi," she said. Then, softly, "I've missed you. I've been having 
fun, but... well... I've _missed_ you."

"Me too," I said, although my afternoon with Kendall had 
completely sated any urges I might've had.

"Good," she said. "I've got to keep you wanting more." With my 
left arm still around her, she turned to include the other girl 
in our conversation. "Paul," she said, "this is Regan Thomas."

"Pleased to meet you," I said as I extended my hand.

"Nice to meet you too," Regan said. "I've heard a lot of good 
things about you."

Gina beamed when I glanced down at her. "I told her how wonderful 
you are," she said. "I couldn't _help_ myself."

"Well, thanks, I guess," I said, a little abashed. I started to 
say something else, but Regan unobtrusively glanced at her watch. 
"Do you all need to go?" I asked.

"Oh, I completely forgot," Gina said. Then she held up her empty 
left wrist. "I need to get a new watch."

"I'll get one for you," I said.

"Don't worry about it," she said. "I'll get one. Besides, Regan's 
father knows a jeweler, so I can get a good deal on a nice 
watch."

"We'd better get going, though," Regan said. Then she looked at 
me, her blue eyes full of apology. "Sorry."

"It's okay."

"I've got a great idea," Gina said excitedly. "Why don't you walk 
with us, Paul? Fraternity Rush doesn't start till seven. You can 
make it back before then."

"Okay," I said. "Let's go."

On the way from Carrick to the Panhellenic building, we talked 
about Rush. I told them about going to the different parties and 
they told me about Sorority Rush. Gina had been interested in the 
Tri-Delts at first, but when she went to the Chi Omega chapter 
room, she met Regan. The two of them hit it off immediately.

Regan was from Knoxville, and like Gina, she was a pre-med major 
(her father was a doctor in town). In addition, she was a Chi O 
legacy, so she was virtually guaranteed a bid. Not only that, she 
was good friends with several of the sorority's officers, so she 
was pretty sure that Gina would get a bid too.

This was only their third night together, but the two of them 
seemed like long-lost friends.

I was happy that Gina had found someone she could be friends with. 
Her relationship with Faith, her roommate, seemed a little cool. 
And her suitemates hung around with other musicians. So I knew 
that she'd been lonely.

Worse, my schedule often clashed with hers: when she was in class, 
I wasn't, and vice versa. So we hadn't been able to spend that 
much time together. It hadn't strained our relationship--yet--but 
I knew it would, if we didn't do something about it.

"Here we are," Gina said as we reached the Panhellenic building.

Regan seemed to understand that Gina wanted some time alone with 
me, so she shook my hand in farewell.

"It was nice meeting you, Paul," she said. "Gina said so many 
great things about you that I didn't think you could be real."

I tried not to blush, but I don't think I was successful.

"She even told me how cute you are when you blush," she added 
with a grin. "I didn't believe her, but she was right."

"Thank you very much," I said, my face heating further.

"I'll see you inside," Regan said to Gina. Then she looked at me 
again. "Bye."

"Bye," I said. Then I turned to Gina and raised my eyebrows. 
"What did you tell her?" I asked.

"I told her you were cute, sexy, smart, and _super_ good in bed," 
she said, pulling me close.

"You're _kidding?!_"

She shook her head. "Girls talk about stuff like that. I've told 
you that."

"Yeah, I guess you have. But it still surprises me when I hear it. 
Guys aren't like that _at all_."

"Maybe you should be," she said. Then looked up suggestively. 
"She told me about something I wanna try."

"Oh?"

"We've gotta buy something first. It's a surprise. But I think 
you'll like it."

Suddenly, I was intensely curious. I tried to get her to tell me, 
but she didn't give in.

"You'll see," she said at last.

"Okay," I said, "if you won't tell me, that's cool. I'm patient."

She nodded, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"What parties are you gonna go to tonight?" I asked. "I could 
meet you. Then maybe we could spend the night in my room. How's 
that sound?"

"We can't go to the frat parties," she said.

"Huh? There are sorority girls at every one of those things."

"But not prospective pledges," she explained. "We can't even be 
_seen_ at a frat party."

"What kind of double standard is _that?_"

"That's just the way it is," she said.

"That's dumb," I said.

She shrugged. "I'd still like to spend the night with you, 
though," she said. "What time will you be back from Rush?"

"Midnight. Maybe later."

Her face fell.

"But I'm sure I could get home earlier," I said.

"What time?"

"Ten thirty, eleven."

"Do you want to call me?"

I nodded.

"Good. Because I _need_ to spend some time with you. Telling 
Regan all about you last night made me horny, and it's not the 
same with--"

"With...?"

"With_out_ you, I mean. It's not the same without you. I mean, I 
wanted you, but you weren't there."

It didn't take Kendall's insight to figure out that Gina hadn't 
told me something. And given Regan's good looks and blonde hair, 
I didn't need to be a rocket scientist to figure out _what_ Gina 
had left out.

"Anyway," she said before I could press her. "I've gotta go. I'll 
see you tonight," she said. Then she kissed me and hurried into 
the building.

-----

Later, Trip, Luke, Jeff, and I headed down to fraternity row, 
four guys among the hundreds of others. Everyone was dressed 
alike, and once again, I thought about sheep.

"Do y'all wanna come to the Island?" Luke asked as we reached 
frat row.

Trip and I glanced at each other.

"I think we're gonna go to the Sigma Chi house," he said, 
including me with a nod.

"What about you?" Luke asked Jeff.

"I got invited back to the Sigma Nu house," he said. "They're 
cool guys."

At the Sigma Chi house, Trip and I said farewell and watched as 
Luke and Jeff continued down the street.

The party that night was a lot of fun, and Trip and I enjoyed 
ourselves. I didn't really want to leave, but I had promised to 
meet Gina. So at ten thirty, I nudged Trip.

"I gotta go," I shouted over the music.

"Why, man?" he asked, leaning close. "Aren't you having fun?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'm having a great time. But I gotta meet... 
someone."

"Who?" he asked.

"Um... Gina."

"Gina?"

I nodded.

He could see that I didn't want him to ask any more questions, so 
he didn't.

I sighed in relief and then wondered--for the umpteenth time--how 
my life had become so complicated.

"Okay, man," he said. "You want me to go with you?"

"Nah, man," I said. "I'm cool. Thanks, though."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. You stay and have fun. I'll see you tomorrow in class."

"Okay," he said. "Seeya."

While I walked back to the dorm, I thought about becoming a 
member of Sigma Chi. I guess I really _did_ want to be in a 
fraternity after all. I couldn't explain it, but that was how I 
felt. I still had some misgivings, but I was sure I'd get over 
them.

The end of Rush Week was Bid Day, when all the fraternities and 
sororities officially extended bids to prospective candidates. 
For the sororities, it was largely a foregone conclusion who 
would get a bid. For the fraternities, it was a bit more 
uncertain.

 From what I'd been able to gather, if the Sigma Chis wanted to 
extend me a bid offer, they'd call me and ask me to come have 
lunch with them on Friday (although no one would be clear about 
_when_ I'd get this call). Trip and I had also learned what the 
yearly dues were, and we could both afford it, which was a relief.

So as I walked up the hill to Carrick, I thought about getting 
the call and playing it cool, as if they wanted me, but I wasn't 
sure I wanted to join. In my head, the guy on the phone told me 
how much the brothers of Sigma Chi wanted me as a member. It was 
pure fantasy, but it was still fun to think about.

My reverie was broken as soon as I walked into the South Carrick 
lobby.

"Hi!" Gina said as she practically knocked me over. "Guess what?" 
she asked excitedly.

"What?"

"I'm going to pledge Chi O!"

"Cool. Congratulations. But how do you know already?"

"Regan took me aside tonight and told me. The sorority president 
told her that we both have bids. Isn't that cool?"

I nodded.

"When will you hear back from Sigma Chi?"

"I don't know."

"It's a shame you aren't going to pledge Pike," she said.

"Pike?" I asked. Neither Trip nor I had really liked the Pikes. 
"Why?" I asked.

"Because the Chi Os are Pike little sisters. Regan's boyfriend is 
a Pike. He's a sophomore."

"Oh, the Pikes were kinda cool," I lied. "But I guess I just 
liked Sigma Chi better."

"That's okay. Regan says they're cool too."

"Oh."

"You look nice," she said, changing the subject, "but you smell 
like cigarette smoke. Ugh!"

"Sorry."

"We'll just have to get you out of these clothes," she said 
without missing a beat. Then she looked around to make sure no 
one was near us. "Out of these clothes and into _me_," she said. 
"_We_ need to _celebrate_."

"That sounds like a good idea. But what if Billy's in the room?"

"Then we'll ask him to leave," she said.

"_Gina_. It's _his_ room too."

"So?"

Fortunately, Billy wasn't in the room when we got there. He'd 
left a note, though. He was working on sets for the play, and was 
going to spend the night at his friend Jamie's apartment.

"Cool," Gina said when I read her the note. Then she sort of 
quivered.

At first, I thought it was because she was excited about having 
the room to ourselves. Unfortunately, she quickly dispelled that 
notion.

"I'm going to be a Chi O," she gushed. "Isn't it cool, Paul? 
You'll be a Sigma Chi and I'll be a Chi O. We'll have formals, 
and mixers, and Greek Week, and all sorts of parties. God, I 
can't wait." Then she glided toward me. "When will they call and 
tell you about your bid?" she asked.

"I don't know. And I might not get one," I cautioned her. "I mean, 
it's not the same with fraternities. They don't tell you 
beforehand."

"But you _know_, right?"

"More or less. I mean, I like them, and they seemed to like me. 
They invited me back tonight. I had fun at the party. So yeah, I 
think they'll offer me a bid. I just don't know when they'll call 
and do it," I said. "It'll probably be tonight, though. Late, I 
imagine. So I guess I'll be watching the phone all night."

"I'm sure we can take your mind off the _phone_," she said as she 
sank to her knees.

As she unzipped my pants, my dick began to stiffen and I silently 
agreed.

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