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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
Part: Chapter 16
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, MFf, Ff, teen, oral, inc
Revision: 1.03
Word Count: 17,644
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book3/
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Discussion Forum: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Scipio_Forum/

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This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It 
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you 
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All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely 
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Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

When I got to Design class on Monday, I was the first to arrive. 
Over the next five minutes, the class slowly filled up, but a lot 
of people were missing. All of the members of our team had 
arrived, however, and we looked rested and refreshed. Everyone 
else looked haggard. Even Gracie Fisher and her team were hard-
worn.

Trip's foresight had paid off. With Samantha's schedule, 
Antonio's encyclopedic knowledge, my design skills, and Trip's 
overall leadership (not to mention his attention to detail), we 
had finished our projects before the weekend.

"These folks look like death warmed over," Antonio whispered.

"We've got a good team," Trip said softly. "Which reminds me," he 
added, "Paul found out that Joska teaches most of the first-year 
design classes. And if we have to take Joska for the rest of the 
year, we should probably try to get in the same class. That way, 
maybe he'll keep us together as a team."

Samantha and Antonio both nodded.

Since the fall quarter was drawing to a close, we had advising 
and registration for the upcoming quarter. Trip and I had talked 
about it during the return flight from Nashville; we wanted to 
arrange our schedules so we could take classes together. I also 
had to consider Kendall and Gina's schedules, and I wanted to 
model for Siobhan's class.

Unfortunately, I didn't know where to start--I felt like a 
juggler with too many balls in the air. Regardless, I mentally 
worked on my class schedule until Professor Joska strode into the 
room. Several people straggled in behind him and then the bell 
rang.

"I hope you all enjoyed your weekend," he said.

I couldn't tell if he was being facetious or just sadistic.

"I noticed that the design labs were full of diligent students," 
he continued. "One notable absence this weekend, however," he 
said, fixing his gaze upon Trip, "was Mr. Whitman and team. So, 
Mr. Whitman, have you found a design lab you prefer more than the 
ones we provide for you? Perhaps one in your favorite pizza 
parlor?"

"No, sir," Trip said without hesitation.

I marveled at his aplomb. I would've been boiling if Joska had 
leveled his scorn at me.

"Perhaps you've come to your senses and decided to give up your 
dreams of becoming an architect?" Joska asked.

"No, sir," Trip said.

"Then where were you and your team this weekend, while all your 
classmates were industriously toiling away on their final 
projects?"

"Antonio went home for the weekend," Trip said. "Samantha was 
here on campus. And Paul and I went to visit my family in 
Nashville."

"Nashville?" Joska asked almost pleasantly.

"It was my little brother's birthday."

I got the strange feeling that Trip was actually _enjoying_ 
himself.

"Your little brother's birthday?" Joska mocked. "How quaint. And 
I suppose you didn't feel the need to work on your project this 
weekend?"

"No, sir," Trip answered.

"And why _not?_ What makes you and your team so special, Mr. 
Whitman?"

"We finished on Friday," Trip said.

I thought I detected a hint of a grin on my friend's face, but it 
was gone before I consciously realized it. When I glanced at 
Professor Joska, I expected him to react with shock or outrage. 
Instead, he simply studied Trip, as if waiting for him to crack.

"Miss Fisher," Joska asked suddenly, "what time did you and your 
team leave the design lab last night?"

"About midnight," she said.

"Mr. Giles?" Joska prompted.

"The same."

"Mr. Spaulding?"

"About three o'clock this morning."

"Mr. Ivey," Joska asked, "how long were you and your team in the 
lab?"

"Um... 'til about ten this morning, I guess."

"You guess? Or you know?"

"Yeah, we left about ten," Ivey said. He and his team looked like 
hell.

"And Mr. Vang and his team straggled in after I did," Joska said. 
Then he turned his merciless gaze back to Trip. "So, Mr. Whitman, 
do you think your team is better than the others?"

"Absolutely, sir," Trip answered.

"Don't you think that's fairly arrogant?" Joska asked.

"No, sir," Trip said without a pause. "We finished on Friday, and 
no one else did. So it doesn't matter what I think--the results 
speak for themselves."

I fully expected Joska to blow his top. Instead, he merely 
laughed. It was short and incredulous, but it was definitely 
laughter.

"We're ready to turn in our projects now, if you'd like," Trip 
said evenly.

"By all means, be my guest, Mr. Whitman," Joska said.

I don't know how he did it, but Trip looked supremely confident 
as he stood up and reached for his carrying tube. At his nod, the 
rest of our team stood as well. As a group, we walked to the 
front of the class and deposited our drawings and critiques on 
Joska's desk. The rest of the class looked at us like we were 
insane. I tried not to smile smugly. Antonio didn't even _try_.

"Well," Joska snapped at the class, "what are you waiting for? 
Turn in your projects."

When everyone returned to their seats, he reminded us that the 
grading would be the same as our midterm projects: fifty percent, 
technical quality of our drawings; ten percent, critiques; and 
forty percent, a competition based on artistic execution and 
attention to detail.

Even though more than half of the class was clearly exhausted, 
Joska launched into his lesson, firing questions left and right. 
He _did_ seem to take pity on everyone else, however, since most 
of his questions were directed at Trip, Samantha, and me (he had 
long since learned that Antonio could quote chapter and verse 
from the textbook).

For the remainder of the hour, I felt like I was in the ring with 
an Olympic-class wrestler, and that I _always_ had to be on my 
toes. It was exhausting, but when the bell finally rang, Joska 
stopped. Then he looked at his watch, as if in surprise. Finally, 
he leveled his inscrutable gaze at me.

I returned it with as much equanimity as I could muster.

_And I'll keep coming back for more,_ I thought stubbornly.

-----

Later, our intramural football team headed to play the Pikes. 
Gina ran up to me as soon as I got there. Out of the corner of my 
eye, I saw Kendall draw back. I sighed and then pasted on a smile 
for Gina's benefit. After all, I wasn't upset with _her_.

"Hey," she whispered, "good luck tonight. The rest of the girls 
are rooting for the Pikes, but I want _you_ to win. I can't cheer 
real loud, 'cause... well... you know."

I nodded.

"But in my heart, I'll be cheering for you," she finished with a 
smile.

"Thanks."

"_God_," she said at last.

"What?"

"This whole girlfriend/best-friend thing stinks."

"Huh?"

"I wanna throw my arms around you and give you a big kiss," she 
said. "But the guys on your team know Kendall as your girlfriend, 
right?"

I nodded.

"Maybe that wasn't the greatest idea after all," she said. "I 
thought it would be easier than this. And I didn't think Kendall 
would-- Oh, never mind. Anyway," she said, "good luck. You know 
I'm cheering for you on the inside, even if I'm not jumping up 
and down like the rest of your team's fans."

"I know," I said. I started to rejoin my team, but Gina stopped 
me with a gesture.

"Paul?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we could get together tonight? I... I want to spend 
some time with you."

"That sounds like a great idea," I said.

"Maybe..."

"Maybe...?" I prompted.

"Maybe we could invite Kendall?"

I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.

"Well," she said, "_one_ of us has to extend the olive branch."

"I'd like that," I said. "I'll ask her."

"Thanks," she said. Then, "Oh, what the hell..."

With that, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me 
soundly. When she drew back, she grinned shyly and then ran 
toward the sidelines. I smiled at her retreating back and then 
joined my teammates.

"_Mais_," Luke said with a grin, "you'd make a _fine_ Cajun."

Before I could reply, the referee blew the whistle to summon the 
team captains. Kendall looked like she wanted to talk to me, but 
she knew she'd have to wait.

The game started a few minutes later. We won the toss, and 
elected to receive the first kickoff. T.J. caught the ball and 
dashed upfield. He dodged a couple of defenders but the Pikes 
finally tackled him.

Trip threw a couple of quick passes and I even made a run (for a 
first down, thank you very much). Then we scored a touchdown on a 
quarterback sneak. After we kicked off, the Pikes quickly 
returned the ball and scored a touchdown. For the rest of the 
half, the game went back and forth. We scored again, but so did 
the Pikes.

Things turned around for us at the start of the second half. When 
the Pikes returned the kickoff, their player fumbled the football, 
and I somehow scooped it up.

"Christ,_ run_, Loverboy," T.J. screamed. Then he blocked for me 
as the Pikes rushed us.

T.J. managed to take out two tacklers, but I wasn't the fastest 
guy on our team. It took two Pikes to bring me down, but they 
eventually dragged me to the ground.

On the next play, Trip threaded a pass between two Pike defenders 
to our receiver, who then ran for a touchdown. We celebrated 
wildly, and the referee had to blow his whistle twice before we 
settled down.

After we kicked off, we were still fired up. The Pike quarterback 
was clearly rattled, and he threw a wobbly pass that Luke picked 
off and returned to the Pike twenty-yard line.

In the huddle, Trip called a running play. As soon as our center 
snapped the ball, I started moving. Trip turned and pitched the 
ball to me. I caught it in stride and aimed for a hole in the 
Pike line. Somehow, I made it through, but when I looked 
downfield, I saw a Pike between me and the end zone.

It was Rod.

I lowered my shoulder and sprinted into overdrive. I hit him 
right below the breastbone and he immediately flew backward with 
a grunt. Then I thundered over the goal line to the cheers of my 
teammates.

"Are you okay, man?" I asked Rod as we walked back to kick off.

"Get the fuck away from me," he said, still rubbing his chest.

"Dude, take it easy."

"Man, shut the fuck up."

"No, _you_ shut the fuck up," T.J. said to him.

_Where had T.J. come from?_ I wondered, startled. A minute before, 
he'd been walking toward midfield with the rest of our team.

"Go kick the fucking ball," Rod said dismissively.

"I'll kick your fuckin' ass," T.J. said. "That's what I'll kick."

"C'mon, T.J.," I said, "let's go."

T.J. muttered about "rich dickheads" all the way back to midfield.

When the Pikes got the ball, they didn't fumble it, but they 
didn't make a first down either. So they ended up punting the 
ball back to us. The Pike defense was angry but effective, so we 
couldn't manage to score. We had a comfortable lead, however, and 
all we had to do was maintain it.

On one of our possessions, Trip tossed the ball to me and I 
started running, with Glen leading the way. The Pikes quickly 
tackled me in spite of his blocking. As I started to get up, 
however, someone shoved me to the ground.

"Stay down, asshole," Rod said.

"Man, what's your fucking problem?" I growled as I jumped up. I 
felt like taking a swing at him, but he had Neil and another guy 
with him.

Before Rod could say anything else, the ref came running over, 
blowing his whistle. The Pikes and I glared at each other, but we 
returned to our teams.

On the next play, one of our receivers caught a pass and was 
immediately tackled. When the ref blew the whistle to end the 
down, someone ran into me from behind.

"Oh, sorry," Rod said sarcastically.

"No problem, buttfucker," I said.

"What'd you call me?!"

"You heard me," I said. Then I turned dismissively and walked 
back to my teammates.

After that, we scored another touchdown, extending our lead. When 
the Pikes got the ball back, they were enraged and uncoordinated, 
so we shut them down at every opportunity. Finally, the ref blew 
the whistle to end the game. We had won, 35-14.

Afterward, we shook hands with the other team. When I got to Rod, 
he didn't let go of my hand.

"What do you want, Rod?" I asked, my voice hard.

"_What_ did you call me?" he grated.

Since he wouldn't let go of my hand, I decided to make him pay 
for the pleasure; I started squeezing. Rod tried to squeeze my 
hand in return, but I was far, _far_ stronger than he was. As the 
tableau drew out, he started to look panicked. Then his panic 
turned to pain. At that point, I took pity on him.

"Good game, Rod," I said.

"Fuck you."

Out of spite, I squeezed his hand again.

He had to bite back a yelp of agony.

I snorted contemptuously and let go of him. Then I turned to walk 
away.

With a roar of fury, he hit me from behind.

I tried to turn and grab him to break my fall, but I hit the 
ground and then he hit me. In a flash, my wrestling-trained 
reflexes kicked in and I began to reverse on him. Before I could, 
however, someone knocked him off me. For a half-second, T.J. 
stood over me. I braced for his attack. Then, to my utter 
amazement, he pounced on Rod and started hitting him. A second 
after that, Glen jerked the spitting and swearing T.J. to his 
feet.

"What the _hell_ is going on here?" the ref asked as he ran up.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you, asshole!" Rod shouted at me.

"You'll have to go through me first, faggot," T.J. snarled. Then, 
"Glen, lemme go, God dammit."

Glen and the referee moved between the opposing groups of players. 
To my surprise, Glen still held T.J. at arm's length (on _our_ 
side of the circle, of course).

"Save it for the bar after the game," the ref said. "Now, 
everyone, break it up. I said _break it up!_"

After a tense moment, Glen calmly turned toward the edge of the 
circle. "We're _leaving_," the big man said, the voice of reason.

"Yeah, go on, you pussies," Rod taunted.

I turned and lunged at him, but Luke caught me before I got close.

"It ain't worth it, _cher_," he said softly. "Just let it go. He 
ain't nothin'."

Rod's fraternity brothers didn't like losing any more than he did, 
and they jeered at us. To my surprise, Glen practically handed 
T.J. to Trip.

"Don't let him go," Glen said to my friend. Then he turned and 
walked toward the Pikes. "Y'all just go on," he said to them. "We 
don't want no trouble."

"Pussy," Rod taunted.

Glen didn't react.

Unfortunately, Rod made the mistake of thinking that was a sign 
of weakness. When he swung at Glen, the big man simply stepped 
out of the way. As Rod overbalanced, Glen helped him along with a 
little shove. Rod landed face-first in the grass.

The referee tried to intervene, but Rod came up screaming for 
blood. He lunged, but Glen simply stepped out of the way. Again. 
Instead of giving him a shove, Glen caught Rod's arm. Glen's 
touch looked as light as a feather, but when he turned Rod's 
wrist, the Pike howled in pain and rage.

"I told you," Glen said evenly, "we don't want no trouble."

With Rod's arm in a wrist lock, Glen easily shepherded the 
belligerent Pike back toward his teammates. At that point, the 
referee asserted himself again. The Pikes glared at Glen--and 
largely ignored the referee--but they backed away, still 
muttering.

Our team gathered on our sideline.

"How the fuck did you do that?" Jeff asked Glen. "Karate?"

Glen slowly turned his head and looked at Jeff, regarding him 
silently. After a moment, he simply sighed and looked away.

"Kung fu?" Jeff pressed.

Glen must've realized that he wasn't going to dodge Jeff's 
question, but his curt headshake wasn't much of an answer.

"Judo?"

Glen didn't answer.

"Then _what?_" Jeff asked, his excitement undiminished by Glen's 
silence.

"It was aikido," Glen said at last.

"Ai-ki-what?"

"Aikido," Glen repeated.

"Fuckin' A," Jeff said. "Whatever it was, it was _cool!_"

Glen merely shook his head sadly.

"What started _that?_" Trip asked me, indicating the distant 
Pikes.

"I guess they don't like losing," I said as blandly as I could. 
Then I looked at Glen. I thanked him with a nod, which he 
returned. A moment later, my eyes came to rest on T.J. I hated 
the idea of thanking him, but he _had_ come to my defense. Before 
I could say anything, however, he glared at me.

"Fuck you, Loverboy," he said.

I started to bristle, my fists clenched.

"Hey," Trip said quickly, "we're all on the same team here. Good 
game, y'all. We won, and that's what matters. So let's go 
celebrate."

"_Mais_," Luke said, "I need a beer."

The rest of the team tensely agreed.

T.J. glared at me for a moment longer. When the guys started 
making plans for a trip to one of the bars on the Strip, he 
finally turned away.

Somehow, I didn't feel like celebrating. Adrenaline still coursed 
through my veins, and I was angry--angry at T.J., for being a 
prick, and angry at Rod, for being himself. Worse, Rod seemed 
like the type of spoiled rich guy who held a grudge. So I knew 
I'd just made an enemy who could cause me--and Gina--a _lot_ of 
problems.

At the thought of Gina, I searched her out among the crowd of 
Pikes and Chi Os. When we made eye contact, she flashed me a 
worried look. I made an "I'll call you" gesture and she nodded. 
Then she discreetly blew me a kiss. Finally, she gave me another 
meaningful look and then turned to her sorority sisters.

"What does _she_ want?" Kendall asked from right beside me.

Not, "Oh my goodness, Paul, I was so worried." Not, "Oh, Paul, 
are you hurt?" Not even, "What was that about?"

I sighed. I needed to get Kendall and Gina together so we could 
_talk_ about our problems, because the hostility was tearing me 
up inside. Since Gina was willing to extend an olive branch...

"She wanted to get together tonight, just the three of us," I 
told Kendall. Then, "Hold on a second." I got Trip's attention 
and motioned him close. "Listen, I'm not gonna go with y'all 
tonight," I said.

"Why not, man?"

"I've got... stuff I need to do," I said. "With Kendall and Gi--"

"We can go out, if you want," Kendall interrupted.

"But what about Gina?" I asked quietly.

Her eyes darted nervously toward Trip.

"He's cool," I said. When she raised her eyebrows, I nodded. "He 
knows about the three of us. He figured it out a while ago."

Trip confirmed it with a nod.

"Invite Gina with us," Kendall said.

"Sure," Trip added.

I thought about it for a moment and then my stomach knotted as I 
realized that Kendall had neatly mousetrapped me. Gina could do 
something with us _in private_. But after the Pike loss and the 
near-brawl with Rod, Gina couldn't go out and publicly celebrate 
with us. The odds of someone seeing her with "the enemy" were 
simply too great. I knew it, Gina would know it, and Kendall 
_definitely_ knew it.

"C'mon," Trip urged. "Invite Gina along. We'll have a few beers 
and then y'all can leave early."

"Sure, Paul," Kendall said. "I bet Gina would love to come with 
us."

"I'm sure she would," Trip agreed.

I glanced at Kendall. Did she know what she'd done? She _had_ to. 
She wasn't an idiot. Far from it, as a matter of fact.

"Please, Paul," Kendall urged. "It'll be fun."

-----

"You want me to _what?!_" Gina practically shrieked.

I held the phone away from my ear.

"Paul, that has to be the dumbest idea you've ever had," she 
continued in a _slightly_ calmer tone. "Your team just beat the 
Pikes. You almost got in a fight with Rod. I can't go out _in 
public_ and celebrate with you. What were you thinking?" she 
asked. Then she grew deadly quiet. "This was _her_ idea, wasn't 
it?"

"No," I said immediately. "It was mine."

"You're covering for her," she said. "Do you think I can't tell 
when you're lying to me?"

"I'm not lying."

"You are _too!_ Paul, she knew I wouldn't be able to celebrate 
with you in public! I bet she was all smiles when she mentioned 
it, that conniving bi--"

"Gina! It was my idea."

"Is that what you want me to believe?"

I didn't want to lie to her--any more than I already was--so I 
kept my mouth shut. I _hated_ lying, but I didn't know what else 
to say.

"That's what I _thought_," she said. "It _was_ her idea."

"Gina, no one will see you."

"And what if you're wrong?" she asked acidly. "It won't be _you_ 
that gets blackballed."

"They wouldn't do that to you."

"You wanna _bet?!_ If they see me out celebrating with your team, 
you just watch them. Regan and Rod are _furious_. They were even 
trying to get me to break up with you. And you think they won't 
blackball me if I go out and party with you? Ha!"

"We'll go someplace discreet," I countered.

"On the _Strip?!_ Have you lost your mind? There _isn't_ anyplace 
discreet on the Strip. Paul, if a Pike or Chi O sees me with you 
and your team, I'm _history_. Don't you understand that?"

Unfortunately, I understood it all too well. But I was between a 
rock and a hard place. What could I do?

"Let's just stay in tonight," she urged. "We can sneak up to your 
room, and we don't have to worry about anyone seeing us."

"But what about Kendall?"

Silence.

"What about the olive branch?" I asked, my hopes dying quietly.

"The olive tree burned down," Gina said.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to spend a quiet night with your girlfriend," she 
said. "Your _first_ girlfriend. We don't have to do anything. I 
just want to spend some time with you."

"But I told the guys..."

"Paul, please..."

"But... you can come out with us for a little while. We don't have 
to stay long," I said.

"I can't," she said, tears in her voice. "You _know_ I can't."

"But I told the guys...," I repeated lamely.

"This is all _her_ fault," Gina fumed.

"Gina, please--"

"I _hate_ her," she screamed.

I had to jerk the phone away from my ear as Gina hung up with a 
ringing crash.

-----

I ended up going to the bar with everyone, but things didn't 
quite work out the way Kendall had planned. I wasn't in a good 
mood at _all_, and I made sure that she understood why. She tried 
to coax me into a better mood, but I didn't want to be cheered up, 
especially by her.

"I gotta go," I said suddenly. Then I looked at my watch as I 
stood up. "If I get to the Bubble before ten," I said, "I can 
still work out."

"Work out?" T.J. asked. Then, "C'mon, Loverboy, stick around. 
I'll even buy you a beer."

"Paul, _please_," Kendall whispered.

"You can find your way home," I told her icily. Then I turned to 
Trip. "Make sure she gets home safe, okay?"

He nodded.

The guys raised a commotion when I threw five bucks on the table 
and turned to leave, but I didn't look back. They had their 
victory and their beer; they wouldn't miss me.

And Kendall certainly got her wish.

After all, I wasn't with Gina, was I?

-----

The next morning, Kendall tearfully apologized when we met for 
breakfast. I was still angry with her, but she _swore_ that she 
hadn't thought about the consequences if Gina celebrated with us. 
I didn't believe her, but what could I do? I couldn't prove that 
she'd done it intentionally, and if I didn't accept her apology, 
it would be the same as calling her a liar to her face.

"Paul, I swear," she said, "I didn't even think about it."

_Bullshit_, I thought. She was too smart _not_ to have thought 
about it.

"I _didn't_, Paul," she repeated.

"I know you didn't," I lied. What else could I do? Worse, I had 
to play the part of accepting--and believing--her apology. So I 
pulled her close and hugged her. I tried to relax, but inside, I 
was simmering.

We ate breakfast in silence. Kendall could tell that I was still 
upset, but I tried to play it off as anxiety about my advising 
for the upcoming quarter. We each had our charade to play, so she 
accepted my explanation.

_How can people live like this?_ I wondered.

-----

The College of Architecture Advising Center was crowded, although 
not as crowded as it might've been. A lot of students had 
undoubtedly dropped out of the program, driven away by the 
difficult courses or their own misgivings.

As a freshman, I didn't have a regular advisor. After my first 
year--if I survived--I'd be assigned a permanent faculty advisor. 
But for the moment, I had to settle for whomever was available. 
In reality, I knew exactly which sections I was going to take, 
and I simply needed the advisor's signature.

It wouldn't be that easy.

I spent almost half an hour with a graduate teaching assistant 
who obviously thought he knew more about my course requirements 
than I did. Worse, he repeatedly told me how lucky I was to _get_ 
to take classes from Professor Joska. The TA even said Joska's 
name with reverence.

_Why does everyone worship the water this guy walks on?_ I 
wondered sullenly.

When the TA actually looked at my schedule, I had to explain why 
I didn't need to take English 102. _Then_ I had to explain why I 
didn't want a class at three o'clock on Monday, Wednesday, and 
Friday (that was when Siobhan's class met).

To top it all off, my current project team had settled upon a 
Design 172 section that fit all of our schedules, so I had to 
explain to the advisor why I needed that _specific_ section. By 
the time I had to tell him--for the third time!--that I didn't 
_care_ which other sections were available, I was ready to chew 
the furniture.

"But there are several other Design sections that have more 
openings," the advisor said. Again.

At that point, my frustration finally boiled over. I stood up and 
slammed my palms on the desk. The boom was loud enough that the 
whole room fell silent.

"I don't fucking _care_ what other Design sections are open," I 
half-shouted. "I've just spent the last _week_ getting this 
schedule figured out. And if the classes are open, just give me 
the ones I want. All you have to do is sign the fucking card. How 
goddamned hard can that _be?!_"

"Is there a problem, Mr. Hughes?" someone asked from behind me.

_Joska!_

"Because that's hardly the way to get your advisor to sign your 
schedule," he said.

I whirled, murder in my eyes. Then I clenched my fists and set my 
jaw, my nostrils flaring as I contemplated what would happen if I 
took a swing at him--or if I even cared.

With reckless disregard for his own safety, Joska stared me down. 
"Relax, Mr. Hughes," he said after a moment. When I didn't move, 
his eyes hardened.

I glanced away, ashamed of my violent train of thought, and I 
hated Joska all the more for it.

Satisfied that I wasn't going to do anything foolish, he turned 
to the advisor. "Let me see his schedule, please."

"Yes, sir," the advisor said immediately.

Joska studied the card for a moment. Then he nodded.

"Sir, I was trying to tell him that there are other Des--" the 
advisor started to say, but Joska cut him off with a gesture.

"Young Mr. Hughes undoubtedly wants the same section as his 
current classmates," Joska explained. Then he turned to me. 
"Since Mr. Whitman is probably the only reason you're still _in_ 
the Architecture program, Mr. Hughes, I'm inclined to see if you 
can make it on your own."

My face flushed hot and my jaw ached from clenching it so hard.

"But I think I'll let you have the class you want," Joska 
continued. "I have a perverse sense of charity."

I was so surprised--and relieved--that I didn't even react to his 
barbed "charity" comment.

"Which of Professor Ledbetter's Drawing sections are open?" Joska 
asked the advisor, who quickly read off a series of days and 
times.

Then, without even _asking_ me, Joska told me that I was taking a 
different Drawing 122 section. The one I wanted was with a 
professor named Stiglitz (Trip and I had chosen the same section). 
I started to balk, but Joska silenced me with a look.

"It's a better class for you, Mr. Hughes," he said. "In it, you 
can get the guidance you need."

I looked at him defiantly.

He stared at me for a moment longer, his eyes unwavering. Then he 
turned to the advisor. With a snap, he gestured for a pen. He 
didn't even glance at me as he wrote in the new Drawing section.

"Was there anything else you needed, Mr. Hughes?" Joska asked.

Still fuming, I shook my head.

"Good," he said. Then he signed my registration card and handed 
it to me. "Enjoy your Thanksgiving break. When you return, I'm 
sure you'll be ready for your final exam," he said, "although I 
doubt you can repeat your performance from the midterm."

_Just _watch_ me,_ I thought defiantly. _You can beat me down all 
you like, but I'll keep coming back for more. _Count_ on it._

He dismissed me with a nod.

Without a backward glance, I handed my revised--and approved--
schedule to the registration clerk. As I walked back to the dorm, 
I felt jittery as the adrenaline in my system slowly dissipated. 
But I knew that I had earned another kernel of respect from Joska.

_Give them to me like hard-won little bricks, you arrogant 
bastard, and I'll turn them into a building,_ I vowed silently.

-----

Later that afternoon, the SAE football team pounded us for the 
second time. They didn't just win, they _beat_ us (we were lucky 
to score at all). With our loss, the Carrick Fourth Floor 
Intramural Football Team's season came to an end.

Gina had come to the game, but she avoided Kendall. I couldn't 
really blame her, either. As our team walked off the field, our 
friends and girlfriends commiserated with us. I looked for Gina, 
but she was gone.

With a sigh, I pulled up my sweatshirt's hood to ward off the 
chilly November wind. Luckily, Kendall read me wrong, and thought 
my disappointment was because we lost the game.

I _was_ upset about losing, but it was just a game. How could I 
compare a football game to the girl who'd been my _life_ for 
three years? As we walked back to the dorms, I didn't see the 
need to correct Kendall's misinterpretation.

After all, it would only cause problems.

-----

As I was getting ready to walk out the door on Wednesday morning, 
the phone rang. It was Gina.

"What time do you want to leave this afternoon?" she asked. It 
was the day before Thanksgiving, and her afternoon classes were 
abbreviated. We planned to drive home in a two-car caravan.

"I dunno," I said. "I need to meet Kendall for breakfast and see 
what her plans are."

"Oh, her."

"Do you want to have breakfast with us?" I asked.

"No thanks," Gina said. "I don't need the hassle. Anyway, what do 
you need to talk to her about?"

"I thought I told you... she wants me to give her a ride to 
Chattanooga."

"Of _course_ she does."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked testily.

"Poor Kendall, the strong feminist, can't do anything without 
_you_, her man."

"That's not fair," I said. "She doesn't have a car."

"So? Her parents do. Why can't they come get her?"

"Because I'm here and they're in Chattanooga."

"They can drive up."

"Why?" I asked. "I'm already here. Besides, we have to drive 
_through_ Chattanooga to get home. So why shouldn't I take her 
home?"

"Lots of reasons," Gina said. Then she abruptly changed the 
subject. "I don't know why I ever wanted her _in_ this 
relationship."

"What's _that_ supposed to mean?"

"What do _you_ think it means?" she asked tartly. "She's trying 
to break us up, Paul. And that little stunt after the Pike 
football game was just the opening move."

"She is _not_," I protested.

"Whatever. Anyway, I've gotta go. I still need to pack. And don't 
worry about me, I'll drive down by myself. When you get rid of 
Kendall and get home, call me."

"'Get _rid_ of Kendall'?" I sputtered.

"I'll talk to you tonight," she said. "Bye." Then she hung up.

With a roar of frustration, I slammed the phone into the cradle 
and stormed out.

Trip was waiting for me in the hallway.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"What's going on?"

"Gina," I said. "And Kendall. And... the usual shit."

"That sucks, man."

"No fucking kidding."

With that, I fell silent and Trip didn't try to draw me out. He 
was a good enough friend that he knew he'd eventually hear the 
story.

As we walked down the hill to meet Kendall, I pulled up my collar. 
The Knoxville weather had turned blustery and even colder. Low, 
grey clouds scudded across the sky.

A storm was building.

In a malicious twist of fate, the weather fit my mood perfectly.

-----

I didn't mention anything to Kendall about my conversation with 
Gina. I was sure that she'd simply spout some psychology at me 
and blame Gina for being Gina. I wasn't in the mood for _that_ 
argument either, so I simply avoided the subject.

Later that afternoon, Trip's father came to pick him up, and I 
helped them load the car. Trip was taking home about as much as I 
was--a big duffel bag full of summer clothes and other things. 
When they drove off, I waved goodbye and then headed back 
upstairs, where I met Luke and Jeff as they were leaving their 
suite.

"Where're y'all off to?" I asked.

"Jeff invited me to spend Thanksgiving at his house," Luke said.

"This dumbass was going to spend the weekend in the dorm," Jeff 
said. "Can you believe that?"

"You weren't going home for Thanksgiving?" I asked Luke.

He shook his head. "It's a long drive from Louisiana, _mon 
frere_."

"Why didn't you just fly home?" I asked without thinking.

"Ha! That's _farce_," he said, chuckling. "I can't afford a plane 
ticket."

"Oh, yeah, right," I said, chagrinned.

"Are you driving to Atlanta?" Jeff asked.

I nodded. "Kendall and I are headed out in about an hour."

"Yeah, Meredith's parents picked her up a little while ago," Jeff 
said.

"You shoulda seen the look on his face," Luke teased.

"Man, shut the fuck up," Jeff said.

"What about Tara?" I asked Luke, changing the subject.

"We broke up," he said simply. Then he shrugged.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said.

"_C'est la vie, cher._"

"C'mon, man," Jeff said. "We'd better get going. My mom's 
probably waiting for us already."

I waved goodbye to them and then headed into my room. Billy and 
his friend Jamie had been there earlier, but they were both gone. 
T.J. and Glen had already left as well, bound for Collierville, 
at the other end of the state.

Since I had the room to myself, I decided to do a quick workout 
before I had to meet Kendall. I had a lot on my mind, and the 
exercise would do me good.

-----

When we got to Kendall's house, her mother greeted us warmly. 
Drew was still at football practice and Adam was working late on 
a case. I wanted to get on the road and get to Atlanta before 
dark, but Melissa insisted that I stay for dinner. So I called my 
mom and told her that I'd be home later.

Adam arrived right as dinner was ready. He simply took off his 
coat, removed his underarm holster, and joined us at the table. 
Dinner was good, and it was nice to spend time with Kendall's 
family, but I wasn't in a talkative mood. I guess I was worried 
about Gina. I don't know if Kendall could tell exactly what was 
bothering me, but she knew I was in a funk.

"Are you okay, Paul?" Melissa asked.

I pasted on a fake smile and nodded in reply. _I guess Kendall 
wasn't the only one who noticed_, I thought ruefully.

"Do you want to spend the night and drive home tomorrow morning?" 
Melissa asked. "You're more than welcome to stay."

"We can put my dad's old cot in my room," Drew suggested.

"No, thanks," I said. "It's only an hour and a half to my house. 
I'm fine."

"Are you sure, son?" Adam asked.

I nodded again, my face a mask of false assurance. I wasn't 
worried about getting home; I was worried about what I'd discover 
when I got there. Would Gina be angry? Would she be sullen? Would 
we fight about Kendall? Would we talk at all?

I think that's what scared me most--not talking to Gina. I could 
handle her resentment about Kendall. I could handle snippy 
comments. I could even handle the occasional arguments. But I 
couldn't handle the silence.

"Are you sure you don't want to spend the night?" Kendall 
whispered.

"I need to get home," I said.

She gazed into my eyes for a moment. Then her face softened and 
she smiled sadly.

Unfortunately, I couldn't tell if she was sad that I was leaving, 
or that I was going home to _Gina_.

After dinner, I discreetly got Kendall's attention and then 
glanced at my watch.

"We'd better let Paul get going, Daddy," she said.

He frowned, but then looked at his watch. "You're probably 
right," he said.

With that, we all stood.

"I'm gonna go freshen my makeup," Kendall said. "And then I'll 
walk you out."

While she was in her room, I said my goodbyes to her family. 
Melissa made sure that I planned to have dinner with them when I 
picked Kendall up on Sunday. Drew gave me a sympathetic look and 
then grinned at his mother's mothering.

After a minute, Kendall returned. I shook Adam and Drew's hands 
one final time. Melissa gave me a hug and then Kendall and I 
headed outside. The weather hadn't improved any--it was still 
cold, windy, and damp. A big storm was definitely moving in, and 
I wanted to get home before it hit.

"Do you mind if I sit in the Jeep with you while it warms up?" 
Kendall asked.

I hadn't planned on _waiting_ for it to warm up before I left, 
but I agreed anyway.

We talked for a few minutes and then she looked at me longingly. 
Our kiss was tentative at first, but quickly heated up. A minute 
later, things had gone from warm to hot, and I was fumbling at my 
fly, trying to extract my burgeoning erection.

As soon as I pulled out my hard-on, Kendall descended on it, 
taking me as deep as she could. The Jeep's windows had fogged up, 
so I wasn't worried about her parents seeing us. Unfortunately, I 
came a lot quicker than I thought I would.

When I didn't go soft, Kendall kept sucking me. I reached around 
and unbuttoned her sweater. Then I popped the catch on her bra 
and freed her breasts. She moaned as I pinched and rolled her 
nipples.

Breathless, she sat up and looked at me, her eyes glazed with 
lust. Then she pulled up her skirt and spread her legs. To my 
surprise, she wasn't wearing panties.

"I took them off when I freshened my makeup," she said. Then she 
moistened her lips and gave me a sultry look. "Do you want to 
fuck me?" she asked.

"I'd love to, but..."

"But what?"

"But there's absolutely _no_ comfortable way to have sex in these 
seats," I said. (Gina and I had tried, a lot.)

"What about the back seat?" Kendall asked.

I shook my head. My things took up more than half of the back 
seat already.

"Paul, please," she said. "I want you inside me."

"Gina and I usually kept a blanket in the back, so we could get 
out and--"

"I don't care what you and Gina did," Kendall snapped. Then her 
face softened as she realized what she'd said.

Before I could reply, however, she leaned forward and started 
sucking me again. When she came up for air, she sat back in her 
seat and spread her legs. In the muted light coming through the 
fogged-up windows, I could easily see how plump and moist her 
pussy was. She motioned me between her legs. After barely a 
moment's thought, I shifted in my seat.

When I entered her, she gasped. It took me a moment to find the 
right angle, and then another moment to work my dick into her. 
She moaned when I eventually ground my hips against her pelvis.

"Fuck me, Paul. Fuck me hard."

Who was I to refuse?

She leaned back against the fabric of the door, and I was worried 
that it was going to tear. I was also worried that I might knock 
the idling Jeep into gear with my leg. But I wasn't worried 
enough to stop thrusting. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, 
and she urged me on, her face a mask of ecstasy.

As I pounded into her, I tried to ignore how I didn't have a good 
place to brace my hands. I tried to ignore the way I had to prop 
one leg on my seat, while the four wheel drive lever was a 
painful reminder of where I had to position my other leg. I tried 
to ignore the sound as her shoe struck the dashboard every time I 
thrust. I tried to ignore a _lot_ of distractions.

Thankfully, her pussy felt like a furnace, and the heat soon had 
me thinking of one and only one thing: my own need to get off. 
Finally, I buried myself deep inside her and felt the first rush 
of release. With a grunt, I filled her with my seed.

When my orgasm subsided, I collapsed against her, heedless of the 
soft-sided door that now had to support _both_ our weight. She 
wrapped her legs around me and hugged me tight.

"Gina doesn't love you," Kendall whispered in my ear. "Not like I 
do."

-----

The drive home was uneventful, which was good, because my mind 
was a million miles away. Lightning flashed in the distance, and 
the Jeep rocked as wind gusts buffeted it, but I was on autopilot.

Kendall's words echoed in my mind.

Maybe Gina had been right, and Kendall's "stunt" after the Pike 
football game really _had_ been the opening move of some Kendall 
versus Gina showdown.

By the time I got home, I hadn't come to any conclusion. If 
anything, I was more confused and frustrated than ever. I pulled 
into my driveway and turned off the engine. It pinged and popped 
as it cooled, and the wind howled around me, adding to the 
dissonance.

Finally, I cleared my head, grabbed my duffel bags, and left the 
relative warmth and comfort of the Jeep. My parents had left the 
porch lights on and the door was unlocked, so I stepped inside. I 
waited a moment, but no one came to greet me.

"Hello?" I called.

When Mom and Erin came out of the kitchen, their eyes widened in 
surprise.

"We didn't hear you come in," Mom said.

I dropped my bags as she ran toward me. She had a mixing spoon in 
her hand, but that didn't stop her from wrapping her arms around 
my neck. I hugged her and then lifted her off her feet. When I 
set her down, I put my arm around Erin as well.

"Where's Dad?" I asked.

"He's in the garage working on the Corvette," Mom said. Then, 
"Erin, run and tell Dad that Paul's home."

Erin grinned at me and then dashed off, her blonde ponytail 
bouncing behind her.

"Oh, Paul," Mom said, "it's good to have you home. How was your 
drive? Did you hit the storm?"

"Thanks, fine, and no."

A moment later, my dad and Erin emerged from the kitchen. Mom put 
her arm around my waist as we walked toward them. I shook Dad's 
hand and he smiled in greeting.

"Jeez, son," he said at last, "don't they feed you at UT?"

"_David_," Mom admonished. Then, "You _do_ look thinner, Paul."

"Well, I haven't lost weight," I said. _Not really_, I added 
mentally, although I was down to 175 pounds (on the Sports Bubble 
scale). "I'm just watching what I eat and working out a lot," I 
explained. "And I've got lots of schoolwork, of course."

"You haven't lost weight?" Mom asked. "Your pants are practically 
falling off. We'll have to buy you some new ones at the after-
Thanksgiving sales."

"Yeah," I said. "I was kinda hoping we could go shopping."

"Oh, great," Dad teased, "_more_ of my hard-earned money out the 
door."

"_David!_"

"I can pay for it, if you want," I said.

"That's okay, son," Dad said. "I'll let you pay for everything 
that your mother _doesn't_."

That was the same as saying he'd pay for everything, and he 
nodded when I smiled gratefully.

"Can I go shopping too?" Erin asked.

"No," Dad said immediately.

"That's not fair," Erin complained, but her heart wasn't really 
in it. I think she was saying it more to see what she could get.

"You've got a birthday coming up," Mom said to her.

"Besides," Dad said, "you haven't gotten any bigger. You don't 
need new clothes."

Erin started to protest, but Dad picked her up and threw her over 
his shoulder. Then he swatted her upturned butt.

"Dad! Put me down!"

Instead of putting her down, he marched toward the kitchen.

"Do we still have that recipe for Roast Leg of Little Girl?" he 
called as he turned the corner. "I thought I saw it somewhere."

As Erin laughed and squealed in protest, Mom smiled up at me.

"Have you eaten?" she asked. "I could fix you a sandwich or two," 
she said. Then she glanced at my waist. "Or three."

"I'm fine, Mom," I said. "I had a big dinner with the Paytons."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Thanks, though."

"Okay. Well, come on in then. I've got clean sheets on your bed, 
and there are fresh towels in the bathroom. And..."

It was good to be home.

-----

"Gina called earlier," Mom said, after I called Kendall to let 
her know I'd made it home safely.

"Oh?"

"She wanted you to give her a call when you got in."

"Did she sound upset?" I asked.

"Not really. She sounded happy to be home. Are things still bad 
between her and Kendall?"

"How'd you know about that?" I asked, startled.

"Susan," Mom said in gentle reproach. "She told me a little about 
what was going on."

"Oh, yeah."

"And Elizabeth and I are friends, dear," she added. "Just because 
our children are off at college doesn't mean we stopped talking."

"I know," I said, although it hadn't occurred to me that Mom 
might know more about my life than just what I told her.

"Gina hasn't shared a lot of details with her mother, but 
Elizabeth can tell that she's not very happy."

I agreed with a sigh.

"You sound like you're under a lot of pressure too," Mom added 
quietly. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," I said curtly. "I'll deal with it."

"O-okay," she said.

I felt bad for cutting her off like that, but I didn't want to 
rehash the past month's misery. "I'd better call Gina," I said at 
last.

Mom nodded. Then she put her hand on my arm and smiled up at me. 
She looked sad, and I felt even worse.

In my room, I spent a few minutes gathering my thoughts. I really 
didn't know what to do about the situation with Kendall and Gina, 
and I had tried everything I could think of. At the moment, 
however, I was worried that Gina was still angry with me--or 
worse. When I finally I picked up the phone and dialed her number, 
Leah answered.

"Hey, Paul. Are you coming over tonight?" she asked.

"I dunno, kiddo," I said wearily.

"I'm not a kid," she said immediately.

Before I could apologize, Gina seized the phone from her.

"Sorry," Gina said, "Leah's being a real pest tonight."

Leah squawked in the background.

"It's okay," I said.

"Well, it's not okay with _me_," Gina said. Then she covered the 
phone and shooed away her sister. "Sorry about that. It's just me 
now," she said. "So, how was your drive?"

I analyzed her tone, trying to discern her mood. "The usual," I 
answered noncommittally. "How was yours?"

"The same, I guess," she said. Then, "Um... do you mind if I come 
over?" She didn't seem upset at all.

"Nope," I said, my mood brightening immediately. "Come on over."

"Um..."

"Yeah?"

"Well," she said, "if it's okay with your parents, do you mind if 
I spend the night? If you want me to, that is."

"Of course I want you to," I said. Then, "Hold on a sec, lemme 
ask my mom." A minute later, I came back to the phone. "It's fine 
with her," I said.

"Great! I'll see you in ten minutes."

It was raining by the time Gina's car pulled into the driveway, 
so I met her with an umbrella. She carried her familiar overnight 
bag, and smiled gratefully when she saw me.

"I thought I was gonna get soaked," she said. Then she tilted her 
face up for a kiss.

Her body felt warm against mine, and her lips were as willing as 
ever, so our quick kiss turned into more. In the span of a few 
heartbeats, all of the arguments and friction from the past month 
seemed like a bad dream. The rain beat upon the umbrella, and the 
chill seeped into our bones, but neither of us cared.

Eventually, we pulled back and shared a smile. Then she looped 
her arm through mine and we headed into the warmth and safety of 
the house.

"Does your mom need any help with the baking?" she asked. Then, 
"You know you're coming over to our house for Thanksgiving dinner, 
right?"

"No, I didn't," I said. I guess I hadn't been home long enough 
for Mom to fill me in on our plans.

Gina nodded. "We're cooking the turkey, dressing, and a couple of 
side dishes. You all are fixing the rest of the sides and the 
desserts."

"Sounds good to me," I said.

"Anyway," she said, "lemme say hi to your mom and see if she 
needs any help." After another kiss, she smiled and headed for 
the kitchen. A minute later, she returned. "She said she's got it 
under control."

With that, we headed to my bedroom to deposit her overnight bag. 
Once there, I closed the door behind us and she returned to my 
arms.

"I'm sorry I was so bitchy this morning," she said. "I guess I 
was just upset about... you know."

"That's okay," I said.

"To make matters worse, Regan and a couple of the other girls are 
giving me a hard time about dating a non-Greek. God, this'd be so 
much easier if the Sigma Chis had just offered you a bid," she 
said in frustration.

I kept my mouth shut about why they hadn't.

"And it'd be easier if I got to _see_ you more often," she added. 
"You spend so much time with Kendall that it's like we're not 
even dating anymore," she said. Then she frowned. "Sorry. I 
promised myself that I wouldn't talk about her. I know you love 
her, but... well... she's driving me crazy. Anyway, enough about her. 
That's not what I wanted to talk about."

I looked a question at her.

"Yeah," she said, "it's Leah."

"Leah?"

"She's being a total pest."

"About what?" I asked.

"You, silly," Gina said with a grin. "What else would she be 
pestering me about? Anyway, she's been trying to wheedle me into 
letting you have sex with her. I know, I know," she said, holding 
up a placating hand. "I told her that I'd have to think about 
it."

"What _do_ you think about it?" I asked.

"I think," she said, letting the word draw out, "that it's more 
important what _you_ think about it. I mean, that's what you keep 
telling me, right? That I need to think before I act."

I nodded.

"Well, I thought that we might like to talk it over before I told 
Leah anything. I mean, that's what couples do, right?"

I nodded again.

"If you don't want to, I'll tell Leah no, and that it's _my_ 
decision," she said.

"Won't she be upset?"

"Sure," she said. "But she'll be upset with _me_, not you. I'm 
her sister--she has to get along with me. But I don't want her to 
get upset with you, especially for something like this," she 
explained. Then she sighed. "Sometimes, she's like a guy."

"Huh?"

"If she had a dick, she'd think with it. Instead, she thinks with 
her pussy."

I chuckled.

"I know," Gina said with rueful self-reproach, "like someone 
_else_ you know, right?"

"You said it, not me."

She batted her eyes. Then she flashed me a demure but disarming 
smile.

"What do you really think?" I asked. "About Leah, I mean."

She looked at me for a long moment, gauging my reaction. "I think 
it'd be fun," she said at last. "I mean, I love watching you with 
another girl. And I don't have to worry about Leah trying to 
break us up, unlike _some_ people who used to be my friends," she 
added. Then, "Sorry. That was pretty catty."

I shrugged.

"Seriously, though, I think it'd be fun. But if you don't want to, 
we don't have to. I mean, it's not all about me. As much as I 
might want it to be," she added, sotto voce. Then she grinned to 
show that she was kidding.

"When?" I asked.

"I thought maybe you could spend the night on Friday, and..."

"And?"

"And fuck Leah silly, like she wants. God, you're such a goof."

"But I'm _your_ goof."

"And I only share you with special people."

I nodded and then kissed her.

"So, do you want to do it?"

"Right now?" I asked facetiously.

"Maybe later," she said with a suggestive smile. "But you know 
what I mean."

I nodded.

"Don't you think it'll be fun?" she asked.

After a moment's thought--about Leah's lithe, nubile body--I 
nodded.

"Oh, Paul, _thank_ you," Gina gushed. "God, I can't wait to go 
down on Leah after you come inside her. Oh, did I tell you that 
she's on the pill now? Mom let her start taking it after her 
birthday."

"I kinda figured," I said.

"She said she wants you to come inside her fifty times. I told 
her that fifty was probably a little high--"

"No _kidding_."

"--but that you were probably good for ten or fifteen."

"_Ten or fifteen?!_"

Gina nodded wryly. Then her grin turned into a warm smile. "Thank 
you, Paul," she said softly. "I'm the luckiest girl in the 
world."

"No, I'm the luckiest _guy_ in the world," I said as I pulled her 
close.

"Of _course_ you are, silly," she said playfully. "Your 
girlfriend just asked if her younger sister could join you for a 
threesome. Duh!"

"Okay, maybe you're right."

"Thank you," she said. Then she grew thoughtful. Finally, she 
looked up at me. "Did I do all right?"

I looked a question at her.

"Thinking before acting," she prompted. "I mean, I actually _do_ 
listen when you tell me stuff."

"You did just fine," I said.

"Good. Now, do I get my reward?"

"Reward?"

"Mmm hmm. You know, my _reward_."

I arched an eyebrow.

"I believe you made me an offer," she said. Then she grinned and 
reached between us, where she opened my fly and then deftly 
extracted my limp member. "I'm here to collect," she said with a 
seductive look. We kissed for a moment as she stroked me to 
hardness. Then she sank to her knees.

When she wrapped her lips around me, her demeanor changed. Then 
she pulled back and frowned.

For a frantic moment, I tried to figure out what was wrong.

"Do you want to take a shower first?" she asked, her tone neutral 
(and guarded).

_A shower? Huh?_

"I could wash you, and then you could wash my hair while I suck 
you. Would you like that?"

At that point, I figured out what the problem was. Gina could 
taste Kendall on me, from earlier. Even though she hadn't said 
anything about it, I could read her facial expressions well 
enough to know that I was right.

"I'm sorry," Gina whispered. "It's just that..."

"I know," I said, lifting her to her feet.

"I wanted tonight to be about you and me, just the two of us."

"It is," I whispered.

"But--"

"Shhhh."

"I know you hate it when I get upset about... her. But--"

"It's okay," I said.

A few minutes later, we got in the shower, but the mood had 
changed. Instead of fooling around, we gently washed each other 
in silence. Gina was pensive and I was a little disappointed. I 
wasn't angry, but I definitely wasn't happy either.

"I'm sorry," she said at last. "I know you wanted a blowjob, 
but..."

"It's okay. I'll survive. I mean, if I get blue balls, I can 
always molest you in your sleep, right?" I wasn't entirely 
kidding, either.

She smiled wanly.

"I'm _okay_," I said.

"I'm so sorry," she repeated.

"It's okay. We don't have to have sex for me to be happy," I said.

"Thank you."

"I love you," I said after a moment.

"I love you too."

"Now, let's get dried off and see if we can find some pie. My mom 
usually makes an extra, because she knows that my dad can't keep 
his hands off them. She calls it her 'sacrificial pie.'"

"Okay," Gina said.

"And you _know_ how I like to eat pie," I teased, trying to lift 
her spirits.

"You're so bad," she said. Then she grinned, a hint of 
cheerfulness peeking through her long, dark eyelashes. "But if 
you're good, I might just let you have as much pie as you can 
eat."

"As much as I can eat?"

"Mmm hmm. And maybe anything _else_ you want to do with your 
pie."

I half-growled in anticipation.

"You're such a goof," she said. "But you're _my_ goof."

-----

Later that night, Gina and I lay awake in bed. Even though we'd 
both driven from Knoxville, we weren't sleepy.

"I think this is what I miss most," she said. "I like just lying 
next to you and feeling your heartbeat."

I nodded and then squeezed her gently.

"Is it like this with Kendall?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, a little wary.

"I mean... well... is it like this with Kendall? Do you get to relax? 
Or is she always... you know... horny?"

"We relax," I said. "And she's pretty horny, but..."

"But what?"

"But not like you," I said.

"It's my curse. I mean, most of the time I like it, but... well... 
sometimes sex is all I can think about. And since I don't get to 
see you _half_ as often as I want to, I end up..."

"End up what?"

"I end up playing with myself. A _lot_."

"What about Regan?" I asked.

"When she and Rod are boyfriend-girlfriend, we don't fool around 
much. And... I mean, she's probably my best friend, but... well... she
can be pretty mean sometimes," she said. "I think Hayley's 
starting to rub off on her. But I've still gotta smile and be her 
friend," she added sourly. Then she sighed. "Guys don't have that 
problem."

"Huh?"

"Well, with guys, you either like each other or you hate each 
other. There's no in-between."

_That's not _quite_ true,_ I thought. _But it's close enough._

"Girls can be friends one minute and bitter enemies the next. And 
then, a day later, they'll be friends again. I mean, the things 
that've hurt me the most have almost _all_ been said or done by 
my friends. Heather and I used to get in these awful fights, and 
we'd say the most horrible things to each other. But then we'd be 
friends again, just like nothing ever happened. Does that make 
sense?"

"I guess," I said.

"One of the many differences between guys and girls," she said. 
"But I digress... What I wanted to know was, is it like this with 
Kendall? Do you two ever just lie in bed and talk?"

"More or less, but..."

"But what?" Gina asked.

"Well, Kendall's not very good at sleeping with someone else," I 
said after a moment's hesitation.

"_Tell_ me about it," Gina agreed.

"She kind of thrashes around and steals all the covers. So I 
don't spend the night with her very often. Besides, Abby's 
usually there, and... well... you know."

"No kidding. I can't imagine what Miss Goody-two-shoes would say 
if you spent the night with me. I mean, she'd definitely get us 
in trouble with the RA," she said. Then, "God, I _hate_ that 
girl."

I nodded in commiseration.

"But I don't wanna talk about _her_ either," she said. Then she 
grew quiet, and I could feel her gathering her courage. "Paul?"

"Mmm hmm?"

"Do you mind if we just snuggle tonight? Instead of... you know?" 
she asked. "Or I can take care of you, if you want me to," she 
hastily added.

"I'm fine," I said with a chuckle. "For now."

"I just feel more in love with you," she said. "As opposed to..."

"As opposed to what?"

"As opposed to 'in lust,'" she said. Then she shrugged. "I guess 
I'm feeling in love, and that's nicer than lust. I like it," she 
added.

"Me too."

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too."

We talked for a few more minutes, but eventually, we drifted off 
to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up early. The storm from the night 
before had settled into a steady rain, and I could hear the faint 
tattoo on the roof. Gina was a warm and welcome presence next to 
me, so I spooned behind her and went back to sleep.

A couple of hours later, I woke up again. Even though it was 
after seven o'clock, my windows were still just vague outlines in 
the dim room. The rain had stopped, but the cloud cover still hid 
the sun. It didn't look like it was going to be a cheerful day.

"What time izzit?" Gina mumbled when she stirred, a few minutes 
later.

"About seven thirty."

"Do we hafta get up yet?"

"No," I said softly.

"But you're already up," she said, wiggling her ass against my 
morning hard-on.

"Mmm hmm."

"God, I like this feeling," she said, yawning.

I yawned in turn and then squeezed her gently.

"You know what I wanna do?" she asked.

"What?"

Instead of answering, she spread her legs slightly and reached 
between them. Her questing fingers immediately found my erection.

As she began stroking me, I kissed the back of her head, inhaling 
the scent of her hair. Then I let my lips trail over her delicate 
ear and down the curve of her neck.

"Oh, that's nice," she sighed.

While she played with my dick, I dipped my fingers between her 
legs and felt the warmth of her arousal. Her labia parted and 
then quickly grew slippery as I teased her hooded clit.

For several long, languorous minutes, we simply caressed each 
other. Both of us were still a little sleepy, so it was a slow, 
tantalizing buildup. Finally, she guided my manhood to her 
opening. I slid into her easily, and she sighed with pleasure.

I simply rocked my hips, leisurely moving my cock back and forth 
within her. As we held each other, our bodies moved together, 
perfectly synchronized after years of experience.

Eventually, I felt my orgasm welling up. Gina moaned softly when 
I buried my length inside her and it swelled. A moment later, I 
filled her with the liquid heat of my release.

"God, I love that feeling," she said, when my orgasm subsided.

"Me too," I half-gasped.

"And you're still hard."

"Yeah."

"Are you ready for round two?"

"Gimme a sec," I said.

She nodded and then gently caressed my arms, which were wrapped 
around her. After several minutes of recovery, I kissed her 
shoulder to signal that I was ready. She reached back to my hips, 
and at her gentle insistence, I started thrusting again. Since we 
were both more awake, I quickly picked up speed. Then I held her 
close and rolled to my back, pulling her with me.

She ended up on top of me, straddling my hips, her back to me. 
With her feet next to my knees, she thrust her arms back and 
braced herself above me. I put my hands on her hips and started 
pumping into her from below.

My hips slapped into her ass as I picked up my pace. Her hair 
dangled above my face, swinging as she rode my bucking thrusts. I 
slammed into her for several minutes, our tempo frantic.

Even though I'd come barely ten minutes earlier, I felt another 
orgasm building. With a low grunt, I launched my hips upward and 
buried myself inside her. She whimpered when she felt the first 
spurt bathe her inner walls. I clamped my eyes shut as ecstasy 
exploded within my brain.

I didn't shoot as much as the first time, but the pleasure didn't 
stop when the spurting did. Finally, my orgasm subsided and I 
relaxed, my hips sagging to the bed. Gina was worn out from 
holding herself above me, and she collapsed as well, her back 
resting on my heaving chest.

"Oh, God," she panted over and over again.

Then I felt her move. My cock was still buried inside her, but it 
was shrinking slowly. For a moment, I thought she might want me 
to fuck her a _third_ time, but then I felt her hand at her pussy. 
With a grin, I reached up to cup her breasts. As her fingers 
danced over her clit, I pinched and rolled her nipples.

A minute later, I felt her inner muscles ripple around my cock. 
With a low moan that slowly rose in volume, she worked herself 
toward release. My hands molded her breasts, kneading them and 
squeezing her nipples. A moment later, I felt her body tense up 
as the first twinges of orgasm assaulted her. Then she went rigid 
and her moan turned into a half-scream.

Her pussy fluttered and then I felt a rush of heat and moisture. 
She cried out again, but bit it off in the middle. Finally, she 
sagged against me, completely spent and panting hard.

"Good?" I whispered in her ear.

She brushed a damp lock of hair out of her face and nodded.

I kissed her earlobe and simply held her as aftershocks coursed 
through her body. After several minutes, she relaxed completely. 
Then she tensed up again.

"Sorry," she said, her voice strained. "I've _got_ to straighten 
my legs."

When she did, the angle of her hips changed and my semi-hard 
member slipped from within her. With my dick no longer acting as 
a stopper, I felt a rush of fluid run down my shaft. Gina moaned 
at the loss but just as quickly knelt between my legs.

"Oh, God," she said, "I love the taste of us together. And you 
came so _much_," she added between licks. "No wonder it ran out 
of me." After she finished cleaning my manhood, she held my shaft 
out of the way and kissed my balls. "Thank you, Mr. Testicles," 
she said to them. "You make all those cute little sperms. I can't 
see 'em, but I know they're in me."

I tried not to chuckle.

"And thank you too, Mr. Seminal Vesicles," she continued, "for 
making the yummy semen that warms my tummy." Then she lifted my 
balls out of the way and kissed the slight bulge behind them. 
"And thanks for doing your part, Mr. Prostate," she said. 
"Although let's not forget Mr. Cowper's Glands," she added. "I 
don't remember what you do, but I know you do _something_ 
important. And thank you, Mr. Urethra, for delivering all that 
nice semen to li'l ol' me."

I propped myself on my elbows and gazed at her as she had a mock-
serious conversation with my entire reproductive system.

"And finally," she said with a flourish, "thank _you_, Mr. Penis, 
for being the most incredible source of pleasure in the world. 
I'd kiss you, but I know you'd only spit on me." For a moment, 
she paused to consider my dick. Then she grinned. "On second 
thought," she said, "I guess I wouldn't mind if you spit on me. 
Just let me know, so I can open my mouth. After all, we wouldn't 
want to let all that semen go to waste, now would we?"

At that point, I lost it and started laughing.

"What?" Gina asked, trying to sound wounded.

"You," I said. "You're so crazy."

"I'm crazy for _you_," she said, crawling up my body. Then, "God, 
I'm _so_ happy to be home."

With that, she kissed me, and I tasted myself on her lips. After 
several moments, she pulled back and gazed down at me, her dark 
eyes full of warmth.

"I love you, pitter-pat man," she said softly.

"I love you too."

-----

Later that morning, while Gina was helping in the kitchen, I 
quietly slipped back to my room and called Kendall. I wished her 
a happy Thanksgiving and then we talked for a few more minutes. 
She needed to help her mother with the cooking, though, so we 
kept our conversation short.

That afternoon, when we arrived at the Coulters' house, Leah 
almost knocked me over. Then she looked at Gina, her eyes 
hopefully wide. At Gina's nod, Leah threw her arms around me, and 
I had to scramble to keep from dropping the food I was carrying.

"Oh, thank you, Paul," Leah gushed.

"What about _me?_" Gina asked.

"What about you?" Leah asked.

Gina rolled her eyes.

"You'd better be nice to her," I playfully warned Leah, although 
I was only _half_ joking.

"Thank you too, Gina," Leah said, for my benefit more than her 
sister's.

At that point, I heard Elizabeth's British accent from deeper in 
the house. "Is that you, Gina and Paul?" she called, emerging 
from the kitchen.

"Hi, Elizabeth," I said.

"My goodness," she said to me. "Don't they feed you at 
university?"

"I'm trying to lose some weight," I explained.

"You sound like a woman," she chided. Then she took the food from 
my hands, gave it to Leah, and sent the younger girl toward the 
kitchen. As she looped her arms through Gina's and mine, she 
started us toward the kitchen as well. "Where are your parents?" 
she asked.

"They're probably right behind us," I said.

"Beth couldn't find her pie carrier, so they sent us ahead," Gina 
added.

"Oh, dear," Elizabeth said. "If she has to let David carry the 
pies, they'll _never_ get here intact."

"No kidding," I said.

When we entered the kitchen, we found Chris, who was basting the 
turkey.

"Not content with a lesser bird," Elizabeth commented to me, 
"Chris had to find a rare example of a _giant_ turkey."

I had to admit, the turkey was enormous.

"Next year, I'm going to _smoke_ a turkey," Chris said.

"But where are you going to get a pipe that's big enough?" 
Elizabeth asked sweetly.

"So, how's school, Paul?" Chris asked, ignoring his wife's barb.

"It's good," I said. "It's lots of work, though."

"Gina thinks she's going to be on the Dean's List," Chris said 
proudly. Then, "How 'bout you?"

"It all depends on my Design class," I said. "But I'm doing well 
in everything else."

"Well, congratulations."

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Leah practically drag Gina 
away, no doubt to talk about me. Elizabeth noticed as well, and 
smiled indulgently. Chris, on the other hand, had already turned 
his attention back to the turkey.

When Gina and Leah returned, we made small talk for a few minutes, 
until my parents (and the pies) arrived. Mom had managed to find 
her two-tiered pie carrier, so the pies both arrived safe and 
sound.

Shortly after that, Kara and her boyfriend, Victor, came up from 
the guesthouse. They had driven home the night before. Victor was 
also a medical student, although he wasn't a medical-nerd type. 
He was from Virginia, and he seemed like a nice guy.

We sat down to eat at four o'clock, and Chris began carving the 
turkey. He might have been irreverent about a lot of things, but 
when it came to cooking meat, he was _extremely_ serious.

In addition to Chris's massive turkey, the table was loaded with 
food: dressing, homemade cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, gravy, 
corn, green bean casserole, creamed spinach, sweet potatoes (with 
melted marshmallows on top, of course), yeast rolls, and more. To 
top things off, Mom had made a pecan pie and a pumpkin pie. I 
tried not to eat too much, but the food was a lot better than the 
fare at school.

After dinner, Mom called Susan, who had a house full of people as 
well. Her son Kirk had driven from Kingsville to Austin, and then 
he, Doug, and Olivia had flown to South Carolina. In addition, 
Stacy and Jason--who were now engaged--had come out to Susan's 
house for Thanksgiving dinner. (It was their second of the day; 
their first had been with Jason's parents.)

When I talked to Susan, she sounded happy. We didn't get to talk 
about much besides Thanksgiving, but I did promise to call her 
after exams. We talked for a few minutes more and then she passed 
the phone to Stacy.

Stacy couldn't wait to tell me about Jason and their wedding 
plans. For a moment, I felt a pang of loss that she was so happy 
with another guy, but deep down, I was happy for her. I loved 
Stacy, but I was never _in_ love with her. In a way, she was like 
the big sister I never had, so I wanted her to be happy. She said 
she'd send me a wedding invitation, and I promised to attend.

We talked for a few more minutes and then I passed the phone to 
Kara. Once everyone had a chance to talk to everyone else, Susan 
and Mom talked for a few more minutes and then said goodbye.

Afterward, we watched TV and loosened our belts. I could tell 
that Leah wanted to go somewhere and fool around, but I was so 
stuffed that having sex was the _last_ thing I wanted to do.

"Hey, I've got an idea," Leah said (when she realized that I 
wasn't going to rise to her flirting). "Why don't we watch a 
movie? Dad got this cool Betamax machine," she explained. "We can 
watch a movie right here."

"Or out in the guesthouse," Elizabeth said, since Chris and my 
dad seemed reluctant to give up their football game for a movie.

"But we don't have a Betamax out there," Leah half-whined.

"But we still have _cable_," Elizabeth said reasonably. "I'm sure 
you can watch something on HBO."

I wasn't really worried, since I knew that nothing was going to 
happen as long as Kara's boyfriend was around, but I really 
didn't want to move. Undaunted by our inertia, Leah talked us 
into going out to the guesthouse. Erin came along, naturally, as 
did Kara and Victor. Our parents stayed where they were, 
comfortable in front of the Detroit-Kansas City football game.

In the guesthouse living room, we turned on the TV and changed 
the channel to HBO. Gina, Leah, and I took seats on the couch. 
With Leah on my left, Gina curled up to my right and then covered 
the three of us with a blanket. Erin simply grinned at us, 
grabbed another blanket, and flopped into the easy chair. Kara 
and Victor turned out the lights and settled on the loveseat, 
covering themselves with an afghan. Luckily, we only had to wait 
five or ten minutes before _The Electric Horseman_ started.

The movie was good, although I didn't really like Jane Fonda. She 
was pretty, but my dislike was inherited. My father _despised_ 
her (he called her "Hanoi Jane"). As a matter of fact, the _only_ 
time I ever heard my dad use the word "cunt," he'd been talking 
about Fonda. I knew why he hated her, of course--I'd seen 
pictures of her as she smiled and posed with North Vietnamese 
anti-aircraft gunners. Those were the same gunners whose job had 
been to kill my father and his fellow pilots. Not surprisingly, I 
agreed with my dad: Jane Fonda was a treasonous _cunt_.

Regardless of how I felt about her, however, I enjoyed relaxing 
with Gina and Leah. Leah's hands were busy under the blanket, but 
I was more than happy to let her rub my fabric-trapped erection. 
I wanted to return the favor, so I discreetly snaked my hand 
under her sweater and fondled her breasts. She even unsnapped her 
bra to give me better access.

After the movie ended, we composed ourselves. Evidently, Kara and 
Victor had been fooling around as well, although I hadn't noticed 
a thing. They wanted to go to bed, so the rest of us said 
goodnight and headed back up to the main house.

After fits and starts of rain all afternoon, the weather was 
still cold, blustery, and overcast. Once we reached the warmth of 
the house, we helped pack leftovers for my family to take home. 
Then we made our plans for the next day (shopping at the mall). 
Finally, my family headed home.

-----

"Leah's totally hot for you," Erin said after my parents went to 
bed.

"Oh?" I knew she was, but I didn't want to seem like a cocky jerk 
by agreeing too quickly.

"She's been talking about all the things she wants to do with 
you," Erin said. Then she rolled her eyes.

"Doesn't she have a boyfriend at school?" I asked.

"No way. She's actually kinda shy around guys. Besides, most of 
the guys our age are nerds, or dumb jocks, or whatever. And they 
think they know so much about sex and stuff, but they're all 
talk."

I nodded.

"Upperclassmen are usually cool, but you don't wanna get a 
reputation. You know?"

"Yeah."

"So we've got a couple of friends who're guys, but...," she 
finished with a shrug.

"What about you?" I asked. "You haven't mentioned any special 
guy..."

"Duh?! Sean?"

"Sullivan?" I asked.

"Duh, I'm completely in love with him."

"Still?"

She nodded, her blue eyes full of teenage-girl love. "He writes 
me twice a week," she explained. "And Mom lets me call him on the 
weekends. Well, every _other_ weekend. We switch off. He calls me 
one weekend, and I call him the next."

"Oh, yeah, I knew that," I said. (I guess I'd been wrapped up in 
my own problems lately.)

"Anyway, Dad said he'd fly me to Charlotte if I get all As on my 
report card."

The chances of that were good. Unlike me, Erin had always done 
well in school. Gina had finally molded me into an above-average 
student, but Erin had made straight As for as long as I could 
remember.

"And since I'll be sixteen," she continued, "he and I can... you 
know."

"Really?"

"Mmm hmm. Mom said she'd let me start taking the pill after my 
birthday."

"Wow."

"What?" she asked.

"I just can't believe you're talking about getting on the pill 
and having sex and all."

"Why not?"

"I dunno," I said with a shrug. "I guess I still think of you as 
my little sister."

"Well, I'm still your little sister," she said, "but I'm not a 
little girl anymore."

"No kidding," I said, scenes from the end-of-summer party playing 
through my mind.

"I'm a young _woman_," she said. Then, "Are you feeling _old_ yet, 
big brother?"

"Ha!"

"Because you _are_, you know. You're practically decrepit. 
Another few years, and you'll be a senior citizen."

"As old as grandma and grandpa," I said.

"Older," she shot back. Then she grinned girlishly, her eyes 
laughing. A moment later, she turned serious.

"What?" I asked.

"I guess I'm just glad you're home," she said.

"Miss me?"

"No," she said, too quickly. Then, "Okay, maybe a little."

"Yeah, I missed you too," I said. Then I spread my arms. The top 
of her head barely reached my chin as I hugged her. "It's good to 
be home, Er," I said softly.

She nodded wordlessly and hugged me tighter still.

-----

The next day, the Coulters came over around eight in the morning. 
My dad and Chris planned to work on a new smoker, made out of two 
55-gallon steel drums, while the rest of us went shopping 
(although Kara and Victor had stayed at the Coulters').

Six of us piled into my mom's station wagon, and we drove into 
the city to go to Lenox Square Mall. The stores were _crowded_, 
but we had fun. Gina, Leah, and Erin helped me pick out new 
clothes. My shirts were bigger--proving that I'd still have to 
watch my weight--but my pants were all smaller than before.

Leah flirted with me all day, and it took a lot of effort not to 
react. She wasn't as experienced as Wren, especially at teasing, 
but she made up for the lack with sheer enthusiasm. Once, she 
even slipped into a dressing room with me. I blithely took off my 
shirt and tried on one of the ones I'd brought into the little 
room.

"That looks nice," she said.

"Thanks," I said. Then I grinned at her and headed back to the 
store (to show Gina and my mom what the shirt looked like).

Back in the dressing room, Leah was holding the next shirt for me. 
She gave me a suggestive look as I took off the one I was wearing.

"It's too bad you didn't need to try on pants," she said.

I merely arched an eyebrow at her.

She pointedly glanced at my crotch and then waggled her eyebrows.

With a chuckle, I buttoned the shirt and then stepped out for 
Gina and Mom to give me their opinion.

"Have you seen Leah?" Elizabeth asked a few minutes, and two 
shirts, later.

"She's in there," I said, nodding toward the dressing room.

Elizabeth's eyes widened.

"I wonder where she gets it?" Mom teased her. Then she grinned at 
me. "So you've had your own little changing room valet?" she 
asked.

"Well," I said facetiously, "you know _I_ can't hang anything on 
a hanger."

I tried on four or five more shirts, and Leah seemed to enjoy 
watching me change. When we finally emerged--with all the new 
shirts neatly re-hung on their hangars--she simply held her head 
up and ignored her mother's semi-reproving look.

At that point, Mom and Elizabeth broke into laughter. Even Gina 
smiled at her sister's antics. Erin simply grinned at me and 
rolled her eyes.

The rest of the day was less eventful, but just as fun. We had 
lunch at a restaurant in the mall and then continued shopping. 
All in all, Mom spent a small fortune on new clothes for me. I 
got shirts, pants, sweaters, and a new leather bomber jacket. 
Gina even talked me into choosing some new underwear: plaid boxer 
shorts. I was a little skeptical about them, but she thought I'd 
look cute in them (and she could be _very_ persuasive).

Erin also got some new clothes, but Mom was going to wrap the 
majority of them for her upcoming birthday. Not surprisingly, 
Gina and Leah got quite a bit as well. When we finally left the 
mall, we were laden with shopping bags, and it was well after six 
o'clock. On the way home, we stopped at a pay phone and called my 
house. Mom suggested that we pick up some pizzas on the way home, 
and Dad and Chris readily agreed.

Leah could barely contain her excitement all through dinner. Both 
our families knew what was going on, of course, but they acted 
innocent. Even Gina pretended not to notice how worked-up Leah 
was.

"Could you give Leah and me a ride home?" Gina asked me after we 
finished eating.

"Why don't you just ride back with your parents?" I suggested 
(which made Leah shoot me an incredulous look).

"I guess we could do that," Gina said, having as much fun as I 
was. "But we've got all the stuff we bought," she added.

"It'll all fit in your station wagon," I said. "There should 
still be room for the four of you."

Gina and I went back and forth for another moment or two before 
Elizabeth took pity on her youngest daughter.

"I think we're going to stay here for a while, Paul," Elizabeth 
said. "Chris and your father want to put the final touches on 
their newest toy. So why don't you take the girls home?"

"_Please_, Paul," Leah begged.

"I guess I could do that," I said.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at me, and I could almost hear her 
clipped British accent in my head, _"You are incorrigible."_

"And you said you'd spend the night," Leah added.

I almost laughed at her apprehensive look. "Yeah, I'll spend the 
night," I said. Then I decided to tease her a little more. "If 
it's all right with your parents," I added.

"Use caution when baiting a Coulter woman," Chris said.

"You've got _that_ right," my dad agreed with a laugh.

"Of _course_ it's okay with us," Elizabeth said.

Mom merely looked at me and shook her head in wry amusement.

"C'mon, let's go," Leah said, before I could change my mind (as 
if there were any possibility of _that!_).

-----

At the Coulters' house, Leah wanted to get in the hot tub. Since 
Kara and Victor were in the guesthouse, we'd have to be quiet, 
but I agreed. The weather was still damp, cold, and windy, but 
the hot tub felt wonderful, especially after a long day of 
shopping.

Since the tub was surrounded by a tall privacy hedge, we turned 
on the hot tub light. The water glowed bluish-white, illuminating 
us from below. None of us wore bathing suits, of course, and Leah 
started playing with my dick almost immediately. Gina slid closer, 
pressing her breasts against my arm.

"Do you still think you're the luckiest guy in the world?" she 
asked quietly.

"Oh, _yeah_," I replied.

Leah quickly stroked me to erection, while I played with her 
pussy. It took me a moment to realize it, but I didn't feel any 
pubic hair as I slid my fingers over her slit.

"Did you shave?" I asked her.

"I thought you liked it that way," she said, her voice full of 
uncertainty.

"He does," Gina assured her. "He was probably just surprised," 
she added. "I didn't tell him that you shaved. I wanted it to be 
a surprise."

"Oh," Leah said. Then she looked at me tentatively. "Do you like 
it?"

"Very much," I said.

"I don't shave all the way," Gina explained to her sister. "So 
it's a treat for him to have a bare Coulter girl."

"Cool," Leah said. "It's kind of a pain, but if you don't do it 
for him, then _I_ can."

"Exactly," Gina said. Then she gave me a look, as if to say, "See 
how _I_ take care of you?"

"Are you ready?" Leah asked me.

My grin was answer enough.

"What should I do first?" she asked her sister.

"Why don't we suck him?" Gina suggested.

When Leah enthusiastically agreed, I lifted myself out of the tub 
and sat on the side, my erection jutting up from my lap.

"God," Leah breathed, "I've been wanting to do this for _so_ 
long."

With that, she slid between my legs and started kissing the tip 
of my cock. Gina stroked my leg, her eyes searching out mine. 
When they met, she blew me a kiss. I returned it and then closed 
my eyes as Leah wrapped her lips around my glans.

The two girls took turns sucking me, but after about ten minutes, 
I was shivering from the cold, so I slipped back into the hot, 
bubbling water. Leah started to complain, but I lifted her and 
then set her on my lap. She straddled my hips, my erection 
bumping her clean-shaven mound.

With a grin, I started sucking her nipples. As I did, I felt Gina 
playing with Leah's pussy. At Gina's urging, her sister lifted 
her hips. Gina set the tip of my cock at the younger girl's 
opening and then Leah sat back.

"Oh, God," she groaned as my dick spread her open. Then her eyes 
popped open and she looked into mine. "I'm on the pill," she said. 
"You can come _inside_ me."

"I know," I said.

With that, she closed her eyes again, smiled blissfully, and sat 
back on my cock.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Gina whispered.

Leah nodded.

As she rode me, Gina played with her breasts from behind. Gina 
and I occasionally made eye contact, but I saved my attention for 
Leah. I could tell from her facial expressions what she liked, so 
I made sure to repeat what I was doing whenever she grimaced in 
pleasure.

"Come inside her," Gina urged as she massaged my balls from 
behind Leah. "I want to suck your come from her pussy."

"Oh, _yesssss_," Leah breathed.

A couple of minutes later, I felt my balls grow tight. Gina felt 
it too, and started urging me on. I gripped Leah's hips and began 
thrusting harder, my cock plowing into her smooth pussy. Finally, 
I felt my orgasm welling up. With one final jab, I buried myself 
inside her and loosed a torrent of semen.

"Oh, my God," Leah whimpered, "I can feel it. I can feel you 
coming inside me."

I merely grunted in reply, my whole body wrapped up in the 
pleasure of release.

After several long, wonderful moments, I opened my eyes and 
swallowed hard. Leah was panting from the exertion, but she 
sported a euphoric smile. A moment or two later, I wrapped my 
arms around her and stood up. Then I climbed onto the seat and 
set her on the edge of the tub. She lay on the deck and I felt 
Gina move behind me as I eased my hips back. Leah groaned when my 
cock slipped from within her, but she just as quickly moaned in 
pleasure when Gina replaced me between her thighs.

Gina pressed her lips against her sister's dark, swollen labia, 
and Leah bucked with pleasure. Gina began teasing her sister's 
clit. I moved behind the older girl and rubbed my semi-hard dick 
along her channel.

Gina put her hands on Leah's thighs and spread them open. Then 
she licked her sister's pussy for several minutes, until Leah got 
too cold to continue. Her teeth were chattering when she slipped 
back into the hot water. But she looked happy.

We fooled around in the hot tub for another twenty minutes, but 
we were all getting waterlogged, so we wrapped our towels around 
ourselves and dashed into the main house.

Upstairs, we headed toward Gina and Leah's shared bathroom and 
then crowded into the shower to rinse off. There, I washed the 
girls and then let them lather me. Leah paid special attention to 
my dick, of course, and I was more than happy to let her.

Finally, we dried off and headed into Gina's room.

"Lie on your back," I suggested to Leah. "I want to get 
reacquainted with your pussy. I mean, you _did_ go to all the 
trouble of shaving for me."

Gina's dark eyes sparkled in amusement at how swiftly Leah 
vaulted onto the bed and spread her legs.

"Why don't you sit on her face," I suggested to Gina.

"Yeah," Leah quickly agreed.

With Gina kneeling above her sister's eager lips, I lay between 
Leah's thighs and began teasing her pussy. I could still taste 
faint traces of the chlorine, as well as the salty taste of my 
own semen, but that didn't stop me from enjoying her smooth labia. 
She writhed in pleasure as I ran my tongue along her slit, 
circling the bud of her clit at the top of each stroke.

I continued licking and sucking for several minutes. Then I knelt 
between her thighs and rubbed my bulbous glans along her slit, 
spreading her juices. When the crown of my dick was completely 
coated, I lowered my hips and eased forward.

Leah gasped into Gina's pussy as I spread her open. She was hot, 
wet, and ready, and I easily slid inside her. Fascinated, I 
watched as my cock spread her shaved lips. When I withdrew, they 
clutched at me, as if trying to hold me inside. Gina and I shared 
a grin as I slowly thrust back into Leah's steamy pussy.

For the next five minutes, I simply rocked my hips, sliding my 
cock in and out. Leah whimpered with each thrust, the sound 
muffled by Gina's pussy. Gina and I kissed, and then I lowered my 
lips to her breasts as my hips worked between Leah's thighs.

A few minutes later, Gina tensed up, and I could tell that she 
was having a series of mini-orgasms. When Leah tasted the flood 
of juices from Gina's pussy, she arched her back. She was close. 
I quickened my pace and started teasing her clit with my thumb.

A minute later, I felt the first flutters as her internal muscles 
contracted around my invading member. I continued thrusting as 
her orgasm built. Finally, her muscles clenched and I had to 
force my way inside her. My cock battered through her spasms, 
adding to her pleasure.

With a muffled scream, she came, her pussy gripping my cock. I 
kept right on thrusting, my own orgasm near. Leah's climax 
subsided, but she gasped as I thrust as deep as I could, intent 
upon my own release.

Gina urged me on with a look and then began caressing my 
shoulders. My head bobbed in the valley between her breasts, my 
hips rising and falling as I pounded into Leah. Finally, I ground 
my hips against her upturned pelvis and then closed my eyes in 
bliss. Spurt after spurt of white, hot come filled her. She 
groaned as she felt my semen lashing her insides.

At that point, I clamped my eyes shut and the world went dark.

When I opened my eyes, Leah was grinning from ear to ear. Gina 
had swung her leg to the side and was sitting by her sister's 
shoulder. My nostrils flared as I sucked in air, a grin quirking 
my lips. Finally, I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"Fun?" I asked Leah.

"God, yes!"

After we took a little break, the girls started getting frisky. I 
pushed Gina to her back and began licking her swollen slit. In 
turn, she spread Leah's legs and began lapping her sister's pussy. 
Leah completed the daisy chain by sucking my resurgent erection.

We spent the rest of the night sucking and fucking, of course. I 
came two more times, once in Leah's mouth, and once in Gina's 
pussy. I lost track of the girls' orgasms, but by the time we 
went to sleep, Leah was so sensitive that I couldn't even touch 
her pussy without her crying out in pleasure/pain.

Gina's bed was so tousled that we decided to sleep in Leah's. At 
one o'clock, we turned out the lights and pulled up the covers. 
Gina was on one side of me and Leah was on the other, my arms 
around both of them.

Leah was asleep in minutes, but I could tell from Gina's 
breathing that she was still awake.

"Did you have fun?" I asked her softly.

"Mmm hmm. Thank you."

"No, thank _you_."

"Leah would thank you too," she whispered, "if she were still 
conscious."

"She's had a busy night."

"Mmm hmm. So have we," she said, her hand idly rubbing my leg.

"No kidding."

"Are you ready to go to sleep?"

"Yeah, I am," I admitted. Then, "Hold on." With that, I 
delicately extracted my arm from underneath the sleeping Leah. 
Then I rolled toward Gina. "Roll over on your side," I told her 
softly. When she did, I wrapped my arms around her, my body 
pressed against hers.

"I love you, pitter-pat man," she whispered.

"I love you too. G'night."

-----

The rest of the holiday weekend was relaxing. I spent Saturday 
morning with the Coulters and then drove back to my house. Mom 
washed all my new clothes, as well as my laundry from school 
(okay, so I brought clothes home for my mom to wash).

Gina and I had upcoming exams, though, so we got together 
Saturday evening to study. We pored over our books well into the 
night, and I ended up driving home a little after midnight.

Sunday morning, the Coulters and my family went to brunch at a 
nice restaurant, and lingered over the remains of our meal.

As much as I enjoyed the weekend, it came to an end soon enough. 
Gina and I had to return to Knoxville, so we went to our separate 
houses to pack our things. After saying goodbye to my family, I 
loaded the Jeep and drove to Gina's house. Once there, I helped 
her load the Bumble Bug.

Leah clung to me when we hugged goodbye. I gave her a chaste kiss 
on the cheek as we separated. Her facial expressions were enough 
like Gina's that I could tell she wanted more, and I had to hide 
a chuckle at her yearning smile. At last, Gina said goodbye to 
her family and then I added my final farewells.

A little after five o'clock, we got in our cars and headed for 
the interstate.

As we drove, I thought about the previous days. Surprisingly, 
Gina hadn't said anything else about Kendall (even though she 
knew I had talked to the older girl several times). I guess Gina 
was too happy. The long weekend had been a journey into the past, 
of sorts, since things between us had been like they were in high 
school.

At Chattanooga, I flashed the Jeep's lights at Gina. Then I waved 
to her as she continued on to Knoxville. I took the exit for 
Kendall's house and arrived about fifteen minutes later.

Kendall almost knocked me over when she greeted me. I was happy 
to see her, but I definitely _wasn't_ looking forward to the 
tension when we got back to school. I didn't know what to do 
about it, though, so I kept my mouth shut. I felt like I was 
ignoring the problem, but what could I do?

I ate dinner with the Paytons, but once again, I was anxious to 
get on the road. After dinner, Drew helped me load the Jeep with 
Kendall's things and then he shook my hand, his grip strong and 
firm.

A moment later, Kendall and her parents emerged from the house. I 
shook Adam's hand and then Melissa gave me a hug. Following 
another round of goodbyes, Kendall and I hopped into the Jeep and 
roared into the night.

The storm front had passed the day before, so the night was crisp, 
cold, and clear. As we drove, Kendall told me about her 
Thanksgiving and I told her about mine. (I didn't tell her about 
having sex with Leah, though, because I knew it would cause 
problems.)

I felt a little guilty for hiding things from Kendall, but I had 
come to the conclusion that some things just weren't worth the 
trouble. Besides, she knew that I'd had sex with Leah before, and 
it was purely physical. I definitely cared about Leah, but I 
didn't harbor any deeper feelings for her. Fortunately, I didn't 
have to lie about it, since Kendall didn't mention Gina or Leah 
at all.

All in all, the trip from Chattanooga to Knoxville was enjoyable. 
I dropped Kendall off at her apartment and helped carry her 
things inside. Then I kissed her goodnight and drove back around 
campus (Andy Holt was a one-way street, and my dorm was the wrong 
way, so I had to make a circuit).

I finally parked my Jeep in the non-commuter garage a little 
after ten thirty. The walk back to my dorm was brisk, but the 
cold air cleared my head. I had a lot of work to do in the next 
two weeks, but after that, I'd have almost a month off before 
winter quarter began.

Christmas break was going to be another problem entirely, however. 
My family was planning their annual ski trip to Utah, along with 
the Coulters. I thought about inviting Kendall, even though I 
knew that wouldn't sit well with Gina. I wanted to spend _some_ 
time with Kendall over the break, but that would pose its own 
challenges.

Before then, however, I had to survive exam week. Then I could 
figure out how to split my time between my two girlfriends. I 
hated having to keep them separate, but I didn't see any other 
way to do it.

When I got back to my room, Trip had taped a note to my door. He 
wanted me to come over when I returned. A few minutes later, I 
entered his suite. The door to his room was open.

"Hey, dude!" Luke called as soon as he saw me. "Welcome back."

Trip and Jeff greeted me as well.

"Thanks," I said. "It's good to be back. How were your holidays?" 
I asked them.

"Can you believe this crazy fucker puts _hot sauce_ on 
everything?" Jeff asked, pointing to Luke.

"I only put it on _some_ things," Luke said. "But if anybody 
outside of Louisiana knew how to use spices, I wouldn't _have_ to. 
The food up here is too bland, _mes amis_."

"You sure ate enough," Jeff countered.

"Your mom's a good cook," Luke said candidly. "But if she used 
some onions, bell peppers, and cayenne pepper... _oo-wee, bon 
appetit!_"

"How were _your_ holidays?" I asked Trip, before Luke and Jeff 
could continue their friendly argument.

"Nice, man," Trip said. "Lots of fun. Josh asked about you. I 
told him you were with your family, but that you'd come visit 
soon."

I felt my face heating.

"Aw," Jeff said, "he's blushing."

As the guys teased me, Trip cleared a space on the foot of his 
bed and I sat down. Then he put a new record on the stereo and 
the four of us talked until well after midnight.

As much as I had enjoyed the holiday weekend, it was good to be 
back with my friends.

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