The Freshman
Copyright 2005 by EC

Chapter 9 - The Tri-Alpha 10-K run

The following Sunday evening there was a general meeting in the 
cafeteria for all Huntington Hall residents and staff. As the 
freshmen crowded into the cafeteria, Cecilia and the dorm 
director stood together, while Jason, Ken, Mike, and Lisa stood 
off to one side nervously awaiting what was about to happen. They 
were to be introduced as the representatives for Huntington Hall 
in the Tri-Alpha 10-K nude run. Following some words about fire 
safety and the need to focus on midterms, the dorm director 
handed the microphone to Cecilia. She stood up and proudly 
gestured to the four blushing freshmen.

"I'm very pleased to announce that this year we got not one, but 
four residents from Huntington Hall running for us in the Tri-
Alpha race! Let's give a big hand to Jason, Ken, Lisa, and Mike, 
our representatives in the nude 10-K!"

There was thunderous applause, whistling, cheering, and sex 
whoops for the four nervous freshmen. The hundreds of college 
students in the room cheered for their four companions, elated at 
the thought of seeing them running naked the following weekend.

"OK...here's the deal. The race starts right at noon, and there 
will be the pre-race ceremony, which starts at 11:30. So here's 
what we're gonna do. We'll be leaving here at 10:30, and I think 
it would be good for all of us to go over to the Stadium 
together, to show support for our runners!" Cecilia again 
gestured towards the four freshmen and there was loud cheering 
from the room, which slowly died down. Cecilia continued. "Let's 
make some banners and signs with Huntington Hall's name on them, 
let's get ready to make some noise, and let's let those Tri-
Alphas know who we are!" Again there was loud applause and 
cheering.

The dorm director smiled at Cecilia. She was the only member of 
his staff who had delivered, providing the runners for whom the 
dorm residents could cheer and support. None of the other RA's 
could convince anyone else to participate.

Jason and his friends forced themselves to smile, but in reality 
were very nervous. It had just dawned on them that Cecilia had no 
intention of letting them wait until they got to Stadium to get 
undressed. Her plan was to have them come downstairs already 
stripped for the run, and then have them walk across the campus 
completely naked with all of Huntington Hall's other residents 
walking and cheering behind them. Cecilia's plan also meant they 
would not be able to get dressed again until they returned to 
Huntington Hall, which probably would not be until the late 
afternoon. Anyhow, no matter what Cecilia's plans were, the group 
now was fully committed to the race. The entire dorm was 
expecting them to strip and run on Saturday, and they were beyond 
the point of being able to back out of the ordeal without having 
to face the teasing of their fellow residents.

Jason took the challenge seriously. Throughout the week he 
changed his workout to build himself up for the run, stretching 
more than normal and preparing his body for a race that was two 
miles more than his normal routine of a four-mile jog every other 
day. He ate only healthy foods and lots of fruit to hydrate 
himself.

During his outings jogging, Jason was joined by Lisa, who had 
played soccer in high school and also was a good runner. Lisa 
surprised him by saying she wanted to try to win first place in 
the women's division. She figured she wouldn't have too much 
competition from other female runners. She sighed.

"If I gotta do this, I'm gonna do it right and at least try to 
see if I can get that $ 1,000 for this shit."

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The week seemed to pass by both too quickly and too slowly. Jason 
and Lisa would have liked to have had more time to prepare for 
the race, but at the same time the anticipation seemed to make 
each day an eternity. Finally, Saturday did come, and with it the 
big day for Huntington Hall's four most famous residents. The 
other RA's spent the early morning with their floor residents 
putting the finishing touches on Huntington Hall signs, while 
Cecilia rounded up her four runners and explained what was going 
on up to the race. As they had foreseen, she had decided that 
they would leave their clothes behind in the dorm and leave the 
building wearing nothing but their running shoes and socks. 

Cecilia already had a backpack set up in which she had bottles of 
water, towels, extra socks, band-aids, and ointment for blisters, 
should any of the four get sore feet during the race. She also 
was well prepared to take lots of pictures, with Jason's 35 mm 
camera, a borrowed telescopic lens, Lisa's digital camera, extra 
rolls of film, and an extra memory card. By the time the RA had 
everything ready, it was close to 10:30 and time to head over to 
the stadium.

"OK, drop your drawers and let's head downstairs."

Jason stripped immediately, the others more reluctantly. The RA 
led them out of her room and locked her door. They now were 
completely separated from their clothes, and it was up to Cecilia 
to decide when they could come back into her room to retrieve 
them.

With the men's penises swinging as they walked and Lisa's breasts 
bouncing up and down slightly, Cecilia led the runners to the 
main entrance of the dorm. They were greeted by a very loud cheer 
as they stood on the steps. With Cecilia standing on one side and 
the dorm director standing on the other side, Jason and his three 
naked friends joined hands and held them over their heads in a 
victory gesture while dozens of cameras flashed and captured the 
moment on film. The other RA's then took up positions on the 
steps behind the runners and there was an official photo taken of 
them with the Huntington Hall staff. Cecilia then moved into the 
middle of the four freshmen, standing between Jason and Mike. 
There were more pictures of the group alone with their RA, as 
Cecilia's dark skin and blue clothing contrasted with the bare 
white bodies of her four companions.

Once the picture taking was over, Cecilia led the four freshmen 
down the steps towards the sidewalk leading to the Memorial 
Stadium. As they moved away from the dorm, the other residents 
fell in behind them, cheering and waving signs and banners. As 
they approached the Stadium, they followed part of the official 
race route and passed dozens of cheering spectators lining the 
sidewalk. Cameras and camcorders flashed as the Huntington Hall 
delegation made their way to into the main part of campus and 
crossed the stadium parking lot. The RA's began directing the 
marching residents to sing the university hymn as the group 
passed through one of the main gates. It was an impressive show 
for Huntington Hall, one that left the director very pleased.

Once inside the stadium, Cecilia led the four runners to the 
football field while the other dorm residents filed into a 
reserved area in the bleachers. Cecilia was carrying a banner for 
Huntington Hall and her backpack full of water and other supplies 
as she directed Jason and his friends to follow her. Her 
destination was a group of about 150 other naked students who 
were gathered and stretching near one of the goal posts. There 
was a lot of cheering from the crowded bleachers, but the field 
was empty except the runners, a few officially sanctioned 
photographers, and people like Cecilia who had come to carry 
supplies or assist the participants.

As he stretched, Jason looked around at his rivals. Most of the 
others were in fairly good physical condition, but they did not 
look like practiced track athletes. There were only a couple of 
guys who looked capable of giving him any meaningful competition. 
As for the 23 women in the group, there was only one who had a 
runner's physique. He glanced at the woman's thin muscular body, 
then at Lisa. There was no reason why Lisa could not come in at 
least second among the females, and hopefully she would come in 
first, win the women's race, and get her $1,000.

A group of musicians from the university band came out onto the 
field along with some Tri-Alpha upperclassmen wearing fraternity 
uniforms. The band members took their positions on the track as 
the Tri-Alpha referees organized the runners by who they were 
representing. Cecilia handed the Huntington Hall banner to her 
freshmen and they took their place on the track with the other 
runners. Mike had to separate himself from his friends because he 
would carry a banner for the political science department. On cue 
the musicians played the university hymn and began marching. They 
marched a complete circle around the football field as the 
runners followed holding up their banners. Once the initial march 
was completed, a Tri-Alpha alumnus took a microphone and 
introduced the runners to the audience by delegation. There was a 
very loud cheer when the three Huntington Hall residents bowed to 
the audience, and a somewhat more muted cheer when Mike bowed on 
behalf of the political science department.

The runners stood quietly as the announcer briefly retold the 
history of the nude 10-K run, a tradition that now went back more 
than four decades. Upon finishing his history lesson, the speaker 
told the runners to move to the starting line. From a distance 
they made a very strange sight, a small flesh-colored spot among 
the otherwise garish colors of the stadium and its audience.

As he waited for the starting pistol, Jason cleared his mind of 
everything other than the race. All of the strange events that 
led him here were of no importance right now. He forgot about the 
crowds, forgot about being naked in the middle of the university 
football field, and even forgot about Cecilia. He focused on one 
thing. He was participating in a competition and he wanted to 
win.

There was the shot that started the race and the runners began 
their initial two laps around the field. At the beginning neither 
Jason nor Lisa were anywhere close to the front of group. They 
were in this for the full distance, not to be the first ones 
exiting the stadium. Ken shot straight to the front, but Jason 
knew from experience that was a stupid thing for him to do. His 
friend quickly would burn himself out and be lucky to even finish 
the race if he did not pace himself. Mike knew he had no chance 
of winning. From the beginning he ran at a leisurely pace, simply 
hoping to finish the course without having to stop and take any 
breaks.

As they rounded the field to complete their second lap, the 
runners began to spread out. Photographers and camera crews lined 
the outside of the track, rapidly taking pictures of the runners 
as a group and as individuals. The second lap was the best time 
for photos, because the runners were spread out, but still all in 
one place. 

As he completed the second lap, Jason's mind concentrated on the 
physical sensations of his experience. He was enjoying the feel 
of the warm sun on his bare, healthy body, a body that was in top 
condition at the peak of his life as an adult. He was ready, more 
than ready, to run the 10 kilometers and was looking forward to 
his trek across the university. He paced himself, thinking about 
simply enjoying the run instead of knocking himself out trying to 
stay in front. As he entered the final mile of the race, Jason 
planned to pick up his speed. During the final mile he would push 
himself hard to move ahead of the lead Tri-Alpha runners and win 
the race.

After the second lap around the field, the 150 naked runners 
dashed out through the main entrance of the stadium and down the 
main road of the campus. The entire route was lined with cheering 
spectators, many with cameras and many others holding banners or 
signs with the name of a particular runner. Jason saw several 
students waving Huntington Hall banners. The route passed the 
economics department, and Jason saw his professor Ruth Burnside, 
the class TA, and several other professors standing on the steps 
of the Economics building. He felt a pang of real embarrassment 
knowing Burnside was watching him as he ran by, but there was 
nothing he could do about it. He waved at his professor and TA, 
and continued on his way.

By the time the runners left the academic area and circled around 
the dorms, they were well spread out. By the fourth kilometer 
marker Jason and Lisa had begun passing exhausted runners who had 
not paced themselves early in the race. As they made it to the 
halfway point, they passed Ken, who clearly was in trouble from 
having spent all his energy during the first couple of miles. 
Lisa slapped him hard on the ass as she passed him, while Jason 
shouted "Pace yourself! Pace yourself!"

The line of naked bodies and cheering spectators passed the 
dormitories and returned to the university library via the back 
route Jason and Ken had used for their streaking adventure a 
couple of weeks before. Upon reaching the library, the runners 
ran across the courtyard and circled around to the old part of 
campus.

There was only a mile left to go to get back to the stadium and 
another quarter mile for the final lap around the track. Jason 
had reached the part of the race where he had to stop enjoying 
the run and actually focus his energies on passing all of the 
remaining runners. He pulled away from Lisa and picked up his 
pace. Lisa also picked up her pace, as she sought to pass the 
only two female runners ahead of her, but there was no way she 
could run as fast as Jason.

Using the technique that had served him well in high school, he 
calmly started passing the 12 runners who still were ahead of him 
during the final portion of the run. He began breathing more 
heavily and sweating hard as he pushed himself. Soon there were 
11 runners in front of Jason, then there were 10, then 9…

By the time the stadium was in sight Jason only had two more 
runners ahead of him, the two he had known from the beginning 
would be his toughest rivals. Both were Tri-Alpha pledges, who 
were confident this would be yet another year Tri-Alpha would 
take the trophy and use the $ 1,000 in prize money for a post-run 
party at the fraternity. Jason had other ideas about that prize 
money and what it would be used for.

The three young men ran fiercely in a tight cluster as they re-
entered the stadium, well ahead of anyone else in the race. Jason 
heard the announcer's voice.

"Hey-hey, what's this? We've got Huntington Hall giving the Tri-
Alphas a bit of a challenge here! So, it looks like we might have 
an upset this year!"

The crowd roared its support for the runners, some of them 
rooting for the Tri-Alpha runners and some of them for Jason. As 
they came around the final quarter lap Jason put forth a final 
burst of energy. He put everything he had into a desperate sprint 
to the finish line and pulled ahead of his two final rivals. He 
barely felt the ribbon as he pushed through it and it broke 
across his chest, with the campus newspaper and Tri-Alpha 
photographers rapidly snapping pictures of the first non-Tri-
Alpha member to win the race in 11 years.

The crowd exploded into cheering as Jason pulled to a stop and 
struggled to regain his breath. He looked back at the two Tri-
Alpha pledges, who were taken aback they had not kept the 
tradition of yearly wins for the fraternity. There would be hell 
to pay for the loss later that night. Instead of a post-race 
party, the pledges would have to return to their dorm naked, get 
cleaned up, and then spend the evening getting paddled by the 
fraternity's upperclassmen. To make matters worse, the 
fraternity's sister sorority pledges would be invited to watch 
the punishments. Losing the race was a serious matter for the 
Tri-Alphas. 

Still gasping for breath, Jason saw Cecilia running towards him. 
She gave him a big hug and a kiss, embracing him as several 
Huntington Hall RA's took pictures of the happy couple. Sweat 
from Jason's bare body saturated Cecilia's blouse as she hugged 
him, but she could care less about that. He had won, he had won 
for her, and she loved him for it.

Naked men continued to trickle into the stadium, circling around 
the field and passing the finish line. Then came the second batch 
of excitement, the first female runners in the race re-entered 
the stadium. They were Lisa and the female track runner. It 
turned out they were evenly matched, because Lisa was tall and 
had a long stride, but her competitor was the more seasoned 
athlete. The two women ran viciously against each other as they 
desperately circled the football field. They crossed the finish 
line together and for a minute it was not clear which of them had 
won. Finally a race referee produced a digital photo showing Lisa 
ahead by about a foot as the two women crossed the finish line. 
The photo was put on the stadium's display board for the audience 
to see how the winner had been determined. A foot wasn't much, 
but under the race rules Lisa was clearly the winner.

The Huntington Hall students went wild with cheering. This year 
the dorm had produced not one, but two winning runners in the 
race, thanks to the 2nd floor RA. The residents cheered as 
Cecilia posed arm-in-arm with the winners of the male and female 
division of the race for numerous pictures. The announcer 
reminded everyone the race still had not finished, and for all 
runners to remain on the field until the final contestants still 
on the course had re-entered the stadium and completed the final 
lap.

Cecilia, Jason, and Lisa applauded as Mike crossed the finish 
line. He gave Lisa a big hug, hugely relieved simply to have 
finished the race at all. He actually had done relatively well 
for not being an experienced long-distance runner, coming in 67th 
out of 152 participating.

The remaining runners entering the stadium began to thin out 
after the 100th runner crossed the finish line. Ken staggered in, 
crossing the finish line as the 109th runner. He was completely 
burnt out, exhausted, and had pulled a muscle in one of his 
thighs, but at least he completed the race. Jason later planned 
to have a talk with him about his performance, because there was 
no way he should have finished so far behind Mike. He was in good 
shape, but had used horrible technique. 

The naked runners stretched and drank water on the football field 
as stragglers trickled into the stadium. The final contestants 
struggled to keep running, because the rule of the race was that 
a runner had to complete the entire distance non-stop to receive 
a certificate of participation. Finally, the last two runners to 
complete the race, two gasping and limping young women, struggled 
around the track, finishing as runners 126 and 127. The referees 
radioed out to the course to see if any other participants still 
were on their way to the stadium, but the other 25 runners had 
dropped out of the race.

Following a break to let the stragglers stretch and drink water, 
the remaining 127 runners lined up on the field as the musicians 
played the Tri-Alpha fraternity song. The three top male 
finalists and the top female finalists were called to step 
forward to be recognized and receive medals. For the 1st place 
winners there would be trophies and checks. 

The three winning women went first, stepping onto a platform to 
receive their medals and pose for pictures. Lisa, her bare body 
still saturated with sweat, proudly took her place in the 
winner's spot. The modesty she had felt prior to the race was 
completely deleted from her mind. She held the trophy over her 
head, hugged the woman with whom she had almost tied the race, 
and posed for dozens of pictures.

The three winning males were next, with Jason taking his spot on 
the platform between the 2nd and 3rd place finishers. As the 
winner of the entire race and the first non-Tri-Alpha to win in 
more than a decade, the presentation of Jason Schmidt to the 
university was a very big deal. He stood quietly holding his 
trophy, smiling for 15 minutes as reporters and campus 
photographers took his picture over and over. 

Finally the two winners stood together with their trophies for 
the official winners' photo of the race, taken by a professional 
photographer. Later in the semester the photo would be re-printed 
for sale at a charity event and the two winners would have to 
spend an evening autographing copies as part of a campus fund-
raising drive.

As the final part of the event, the finishing contestants lined 
up to get their race certificates. Once the certificates were 
passed out, the 127 runners lined up one last time behind the 
race winners, holding their certificates for a final group 
photograph.

As the other runners began to disperse, there were several 
interviews for the two winners, who stood naked in front of 
several television cameras. Jason did most of the talking, simply 
reciting that he won the race using the techniques he had learned 
while competing on his high school track team.

"I guess the person I really gotta thank is Coach Thompson from 
Eastwood High School. He was the one who taught me how to run for 
the distance. And also, my RA, Cecilia Sanchez, who encouraged me 
to run." He and Lisa smiled sarcastically to each other at that 
final comment, given the manner in which the RA had "encouraged" 
the four freshmen to participate in the race.

The majority of the race participants returned to the stadium 
locker rooms to shower and get dressed. Within a few minutes the 
football field was largely cleared of naked bodies. The four 
Huntington Hall runners were the exception. For them there would 
be no getting dressed until they had made their way back to 
Cecilia's room, where their clothing and room keys were being 
kept. They left the stadium in the company of Cecilia and the 
dorm director, with hundreds of cheering classmates trailing 
behind them for a very public naked walk across campus back to 
the dorm.

Even once they were back at the dorm, still there was no getting 
dressed for the four naked residents. Many of their classmates 
wanted to take pictures with the four runners, especially with 
the two winners and their trophies. Jason and Lisa shrugged their 
shoulders. What the hell? They had been in the nude and posing 
for pictures over the last seven hours for just about anyone and 
everyone, so what difference could a few more pictures make? For 
the next 40 minutes Jason and Lisa posed with their trophies, 
medals, and bare sweaty bodies for dozens of pictures with their 
classmates: with single classmates, with couples, and with small 
groups.

Cecilia stood with the dorm director as they watched the final 
photography session of the day on the steps of Huntington Hall. 
She reminded him of something, a promise he really had not 
expected to fulfill, but one that now would make him dig deep 
into his pockets.

"I'm gonna really appreciate the gift certificates. I'm looking 
forward to a nice shopping spree at the mall, 'cause to be 
honest, my clothing collection sucks."

"Oh, uh…yeah…I did promise, didn't I? OK, I'll get that $ 500 
gift certificate to you first thing Monday, along with the $ 50 
ones for Jason, Lisa, and Ken."

"Sir, will that be one or two $ 500 gift certificates? We did 
have two winners, after all."

"It'll be two. I'm a man who keeps his word. You gave me two 
winners, you get two certificates. That's what I promised."

Cecilia was elated. As the result of a single Poker game, she had 
a $ 1,150 shopping spree coming her way.

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It wasn't until after 5:00 p.m. when Cecilia and the four 
freshmen finally returned to her room and they were able to 
retrieve their clothing and room keys. The three men couldn't go 
into the women's wing undressed, which to them made no sense, 
because they had come out that way in the morning before the 
race. They had to wait in the second floor commons area for 
Cecilia to bring them their room keys. Lisa went to the shower 
right away while Jason, Ken, and Mike waited for their RA to come 
back with their belongings. Finally, more than seven hours after 
leaving Cecilia's room in the morning, the three freshmen went 
back to their rooms to shower and get dressed.

The dorm director called Cecilia and asked her to invite the four 
runners out for dinner to celebrate the run. Shortly after they 
were cleaned up, the RA and her four residents joined the dorm 
director and the other RA's at a nearby restaurant, for a free 
dinner, compliments of the director. He planned to hold a dorm 
party the following Saturday for all the residents, but the post-
run dinner at a nice restaurant was his way to offer his personal 
thanks to Cecilia and the four runners. He mainly wanted to thank 
Jason and Lisa, but because Mike and Ken also were residents of 
the dorm, the director did not feel he could justify excluding 
them. Cecilia, as always, went to dinner in her formal Danubian 
dress, while Jason wore one of his new suits. The others in the 
group were amazed at how good Jason and Cecilia looked together 
when dressed up.

Following the dinner Cecilia invited Jason to her room. He 
expected the usual routine of servicing her with a massage and 
oral sex, but she had a surprise for him. Cecilia was very happy 
with her boyfriend and was determined to reward him for having 
performed so well in the run. Tonight she would concentrate on 
pleasing him, not on having him please her. The first thing she 
did upon returning to the room, was to slowly and seductively 
strip him. She pulled off his jacket, his tie, and his pants, 
kissing him the entire time. Then she pulled off his shirt and 
pulled his underwear to the floor. 

She turned around and asked him to lift her dress above her head. 
She stopped to hang it up in her closet, given that the dress was 
worth $ 700, was her only item of decent clothing, and was a gift 
from her favorite singer. As she reached into her closet, Jason 
admired her dark skin and the thin strip of white thong around 
her waist that accentuated the nudity of the rest of her body. 
She returned to kissing him and encouraged him to explore her 
with his hands.

Over the month he had known her, Jason was becoming skilled at 
understanding what Cecilia wanted from him without having to ask. 
Tonight her desire was clear. She was offering herself to him. 
She wanted him to take her, enjoy her body, and take charge of 
their time together in bed. He also understood why she was 
surrendering herself to him. He was being rewarded for winning 
the race and making her look good to the dorm director. 

Jason pushed her skimpy underwear to her ankles and grabbed her 
bottom hard as he pulled her body against his. She could feel his 
stiff penis poking into her, until he separated to kiss her 
breasts and explore her nipples with his tongue. He sucked hard 
on her breasts, causing her slight pain, which accentuated her 
arousal. He then moved behind her, grabbing her breasts hard as 
he kissed the sides of her neck. She pushed her bottom backwards, 
allowing him to relish the feel of the warm tender area between 
her bottom cheeks pressed up against his very stiff hard-on.

He guided her onto her bed, on her elbows and knees. Under 
ordinary circumstances she never would have consented to sex in 
this submissive posture, but that night was a rare occasion she 
wanted to submit and be taken. He explored and squeezed her 
widely spread bottom and fondled the secret region of soft dark 
skin in between. For a few seconds he massaged the skin around 
her exposed bottom hole, then moved to fondling her labia and 
vagina. She was very wet, very aroused, and her body reacted at 
the slightest touch of his fingers.

He knew better than to try to enter her without a condom. He 
grabbed one out of her top dresser drawer, slipped it on, and 
took a good hard look at the beautiful dark bottom spread in 
front of him, fantasizing about turning the tables on Cecilia and 
spanking her. Maybe a spanking was what she needed…

The sight of her exposed bottom, and the secret thought of 
putting her over his lap and soundly spanking her, drove him wild 
with sexual desire. He grabbed her hips, entered her very wet 
vagina, and thrust into her quite vigorously, to the point she 
felt some discomfort. Still, she pressed backwards, wanting him 
to get as far inside her as possible. It hurt and yet felt good, 
to surrender her body to Jason's hard thrusts.

Jason climaxed and pumped semen into his condom. He stayed hard 
and continued pushing into Cecilia. The fantasy of having her 
over his lap and soundly slapping her bottom took hold of him as 
he thrust…and thrust…and finally had a second orgasm. By the time 
he finished both their bodies were covered in sweat and their 
energy completely spent. The lovers felt an exhausted bliss as 
they finally separated and collapsed.

They lay on her bed sticky, sweaty, and reeking from love-making. 
However, both of them were too tired to get up or make any effort 
to get cleaned off. They fell asleep, not even having the 
strength to pull a sheet over their exposed bodies or turn off 
the light.

A few hours later Cecilia woke up, turned off the light, pulled 
the covers over Jason, and got back in bed with him. He remained 
soundly asleep, enjoying one of his deepest sleeps ever. That was 
no surprise to Cecilia, given the hour of hard running in the 
middle of the day and the vigorous session of love-making in the 
evening. After such exertion, of course his body would be 
completely tired out. 

Cecilia lay in the dark, looking at his sleeping face and gently 
running her fingers through his hair. In spite of the tenderness 
she felt for him that moment, her thoughts focused on the lesson 
she had managed to teach him that day. He had learned; if he 
really put forth a serious effort to accomplish meaningful goals 
for her, she would reward him. The reward would be a night of 
being permitted to enjoy her body as he pleased. 

However, a session of sex on his terms instead of hers was a 
privilege he needed to earn. She wasn't going to just give it to 
him.

