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conversation, but only imagining just what was happening.

Peeping (M/F) By Heathen57

"Thanks for the invite Cindy. After the breakup, I've been kinda lost"

"What are friends for?- After all, we've known each other for years.
Since I moved here when we were 10."

"It has been 10 years hasn't it? You were a skinny tom boy."

"And you were the local geek. You turned into a hunk about 15 though."

"And you Cindy, became a total fox. The guys were always after you. I
am still surprised that you are not married with kids by now."

"I liked the boys. But none of them were interested in anything but
getting into my pants."

"Well, we were all just horny teens and you were hot."

"Come on, I have dinner on the table. It's one of your favorites, pot
roast and all the fixings.

"Dinner was great Cin. You always could cook. You outdid yourself this
time"

"Thanks. It is always nice to have someone to cook for that appreciates
it. Shall we take our wine to the living room and relax?"

"This is better. Glad to get these shoes off."

"Charlie? Why did we never get together? We were always together, but
you never tried anything."

"Honestly Cindy, I was scared to death of you. Your sexiness, I mean.
You turned into the beautiful, luscious, and incredibly sexy. I knew I
couldn't compete with those popular guys."

"Why didn't you ever tell me any of this then?"

"I wouldn't have said anything now, except I have drunk almost a bottle
of wine."

"Well since I have had about the same amount, I will confess that I kept
hoping you would come on to me. Those other guys just were something to
keep me occupied until you came to your senses."

"Maybe you have just brought me to my senses."

"Oh God, Charlie, when did you learn to kiss like that?!?"

"Krissy Ingram in 10th grade. She taught me all kinds of things I had
never heard of before."

"Hehehe. I just KNEW she wasn't the sweet, virginal little daddy's girl
she let on she was."

"She wasn't virginal, I can tell you that. What they say about a
preacher's daughter was true in her case. Now let me show you some other
things that she taught me."

"Ohhhhh Charlie. Just let me get this bra off. Mmmmmm. Oh yes, lick
them."

"Wait, Cindy. Let me get my shirt off. Ahhhh. I didn't realize my
nipples were that sensitive. You know that thong looks great on you."

"Well you might like me better out of it."

"Cindy you are so beautiful You are more sexy than I had ever imagined.
No, wait. Let me lay down so I can do you too."

"You can cum in my mouth. I really want to taste you."

"Oh God I can feel the back of your throat. No one has ever done that
before. AAAAAACUUUUUUMMMMING!!!"

"Oh yeah, Charlie. Just a little lower. That's it! Oh yeah right
there!! Charliiiiiiiieeeeee!!"

"Oh Cindy,- that was great. Give me a few minutes."

"Oh look. He's stirring again. Let me give him a little rub to wake
him up."

"That's it, baby. Just slide down on me. You are so wet!"

"Oh God Charlie, I can feel you going in me. Oh it's so deep!"

"That's it baby. Yeah, rub yourself. Oh you look soooo sexy when you
do that."

"Pinch my nipples! Immmm... gonna..... CUMMMMMM!"

"OH GOD ME TOO!!!!!!."

"Charlie? Just cuddle me for a bit"

"As long as you want."

"Cindy?"

"HMMM?"

"I love you."

"I love you too"

Damnit, I have to remember to take the lens cap off the next time I set
the video camera on the window sill. And I call myself a peeper.

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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
Part: Chapter 04
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends their
summer

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Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER FOUR

"Look around you, ladies and gentlemen," Professor Joska said as soon as
he walked into the classroom. "Two of your peers--or should I say former
peers?--have had the good sense to drop this class." Then he gazed at us,
his strong-jawed face stern and uncompromising. "There's no shame in
admitting defeat. If you don't think you're up to the task, then get up
and leave now," he said as he took a pen from his jacket pocket. "I'll
sign any drop slips now. Anyone? No?"

I think most of us were too scared to move, even if we had wanted to
drop the class.

"So the rest of you think you're ready for this class?" Then,
surprisingly, he looked at the guy next to me. "Do you think you have
what it takes to be an architect?"

"Yes, sir," the guy said without hesitation.

"Don't you think that's fairly arrogant?" Joska asked the class at
large.

We were too cowed to do more than stare back at him.

"What about you?" Joska asked, looking in my direction.

I blinked and felt my throat tighten. Was he talking to me?

"Don't look like a deer in the headlights, young man," he said.

He was talking to me.

"Yes, you. Answer me. Don't you think that's fairly arrogant?"

I looked at the guy next to me. He met my gaze evenly.

"Well?" Joska prompted.

"N-no, sir," I said.

"N-n-n-no, sir?" he mocked. "Do you think you have what it takes to
be an architect?"

The last thing I wanted was for Joska to pick on me, but I felt a
sudden surge of defiance, so I nodded.

"Speak up!" he said. "Do you think you have what it takes to be an
architect?"

I didn't want him to pick on me for being arrogant, so I waffled.
"Maybe," I said.

"Maybe?" He looked at the rest of the class and made a mocking face.
"Maybe?"

"All right, yes," I said, my face heating with a mixture of anger and
embarrent. "I've got what it takes to be an architect."

"What's your name?" Joska asked.

"Hughes, sir," I said. "Paul Hughes."

"Well Hughes-sir-Paul-Hughes, you've got to be more confident than that
if you're going to succeed as an architect. The young man next to you is
confident, isn't he?"

I looked at the guy to my right and then nodded.

"Good," Joska said. "At least you realize that much. I was beginning
to despair for your future, Mr. Hughes-sir-Paul-Hughes." With that, he
seemed to be done picking on me. He reached for a slim folio, opened it,
and addressed the class. "For the duration of this quarter, you will be
divided into project teams. Who wants to be a team leader?"

The guy next to me immediately raised his hand.

"Come on, gentlemen, and ladies," Joska said, "don't be shy."

I was surprised at the number of people who raised their hands. After a
moment's hesitation, I followed suit.

"Not you, Mr. Hughes," Joska said immediately. "Put your hand down."

Like a whipped dog, I dropped my hand. What does this guy want from
me? I wondered resentfully.

"What's your name, Mr. Arrogant?" Professor Joska asked the guy next to
me.

"Whitman," the guy answered simply, having learned from my mistake.

"Mr. Whitman," Professor Joska repeated as he made a note. When he
turned to the next person with a hand up, he used his pen like a baton and
waved derisively at the guy. "Not you, either. Put your hand down."

The guy tensed up and scowled, but lowered his hand.

Then Joska turned to a girl in the front row. She was the only girl
with her hand up.

"Do you know how few women architects there are?" Joska asked.
"Miss...?"

"Fisher," she said.

I waited for him to lambaste her for being a woman or something equally
irrelevant. I felt a momentary pang of guilt because I was glad he was
picking on her instead of me. But it was only momentary. I already didn't
like him, and I didn't want to say something in the heat of
anger--something that might get me kicked out of class, or worse.

"Do you, Miss Fisher?" he asked again.

"No, sir," she said without hesitation. "But I'm going to be one of
them."

I'm ashamed to admit that I semi-gleefully waited for the axe to fall.
To my utter amazement, Joska laughed.

"Plucky," he said. "Probably deluded, but plucky nonetheless." Then he
actually wrote down her name.

I sullenly wondered why she was made a team leader but I had been
dismissed out of hand.

The next few minutes were agonizing to watch. Professor Joska
considered and scathingly dismissed two other people with their hands up.
He even had critical remarks about the people he selected. In the end, he
wrote down six names: the guy next to me, Whitman; the girl up front,
Fisher; and four guys, Giles, Spaulding, Ivey, and Vang.

"With the unlamented loss of your two clates," Joska said, "there
are twenty-four of you in this class. Hopefully, most of you can do simple
math, and you've already realized that I'm going to create six teams of
four." Then he speared Whitman with his merciless gaze. "Since you've got
enough confidence for two people, Mr. Whitman," he said, "I'm going to put
Mr. Hughes on your project team. I don't think you need more of a
handicap than that, though, so I won't burden you with any dead-weight team
members."

Handicap?! I mentally raged. Then I gripped the sides of my desk in
barely suppressed anger.

"Can you handle that, Mr. Whitman?" Joska asked, blithely ignoring my
sputtering reaction.

"Absolutely, sir," Whitman said.

"Arrogant and reckless, I see," said Joska. "I wonder how long you'll
survive in the architecture program, Mr. Whitman."

"Until I graduate," Whitman said. "Sir," he added after a calculated
pause.

I waited for Joska to explode in anger.

When he merely barked a laugh, Whitman relaxed a little.

"Now," Joska said to the class, "when I call your name, raise your hand
so your team leader knows who you are. Mr. Whitman's team, Team 1. Mr.
Hughes we know about, no need to raise your hand. Miss Poole...?"

A thin brunette raised her hand.

"Mr. Cardenas...?"

An Asian guy raised his hand.

An Asian guy with a name like Cardenas, I wondered. You don't see
that every day.

"Miss Fisher's team, Team 2," Joska said. "Mr. Haverty...?" With that,
he quickly assigned the rest of the class to one of the six leaders.
"Now," he said, "everyone stand up. Team leaders, gather your teams and
find seats together."

We looked at each other like sheep. In my case, like a surly sheep.

"Do it," Joska commanded when we hesitated.

Whitman smiled thinly at me as he motioned over Poole and Cardenas.
When they joined us, we started to introduce ourselves. Most of the other
teams were doing the same thing.

"Get to know each other on your own time," Joska interrupted, "not on
mine. Take your seats"

We looked at each other in flustered disbelief and then sat down.

"Now, look at the people on your team," Joska said. "You will love them
or you will hate them. I don't care which. All I care about are your
projects and your designs. If you can't get along with each other, tough.
I'm not your mother and I'm not your priest, so don't come crying to me."

I looked at the people around me, wondering what they were like.
Whitman looked selfpossessed, but I thought I detected a hint of
nervousness. Poole also looked serenely confident. The other guy,
Cardenas, simply smiled at me when I glanced his direction. I hoped I
didn't look as worried--or angry--as I felt.

Then Joska got our attention, turned to the blackboard, and picked up a
piece of chalk.

"Now," he said, "we'll begin your education on the fundamental
principles of architectural design with a vocabulary lesson. First..."

I hastily pulled out my notebook and started writing, my anger
suppressed but not forgotten.

----

"What a colossal prick," I said as soon as class was over and I was
safely in the hallway.

Our team had stayed together as we left the room. The others nodded at
my assessment of Joska.

"Not much we can do about it, though," Whitman said with a shrug.

For a moment, I studied the guy. He was taller than me by four or five
inches, and while he wasn't skinny, he wasn't as solidly built as me. He
had dark hair and blue eyes, and he was actually a pretty good-looking guy.
As I stared at him, I tried to decide whether I liked him or not. I was
leaning toward not.

"Hi, I'm Trip," he said, ignoring my glare as he held out his hand.
"Paul, right?"

Semi-reluctantly, I shook his hand.

"Samantha Poole," the girl said. She was about 5'7" and thin, with dark
brunette hair and hazel eyes. She wasn't exactly my type, but she was
pretty.

"Antonio Cardenas," the other guy said with a thick Southern twang. He
was taller than me, with an Asian's typical black hair and dark eyes.
"Nice t' meet y'all," he added.

"Nice to meet you, Antonio," Trip said.

Then we shook hands all around.

"Look," Trip said, "I know we don't have a project to work on yet, but
maybe we should at least get to know each other. That way, we can figure
out who's good at what and get ready for whatever Joska drops on us first."

"It's a basic design methods project," Samantha said, fishing out the
syllabus. "I've been doing some reading, and I don't think the project
will be that hard. It's mostly a lot of drawing. We shouldn't have to
construct models or anything."

"Hey, y'all," Antonio said, "I'd love to stay and chew the fat, but I've
got a two o'clock English class. I'm gonna have to haul ass if I wanna get
there on time."

"Okay, Antonio," Trip said. "We'll see you Monday. Have a nice
weekend."

"Y'all have a good one too," he said. "Bye."

I figured we'd talk about Antonio as soon as he left--an Asian guy,
with a Hispanic name, and a twangy hillbilly accent?--but no one said
anything, so I didn't either.

"What about you?" Trip asked Samantha. "Can you hang out for a few
minutes?"

"Sure," she said.

"So," he asked her, "where're you from?"

"Cleveland," she said.

"Ohio?" I asked, a little surprised.

"Tennessee," she said. "It's near Chattanooga."

"Oh, cool," I said. "My girlfriend's from Chattanooga." Then it hit me:
this is what Kendall was talking about. What if Trip and Samantha met
Gina? How would I introduce her? To them, Kendall had just become my one
and only girlfriend. With a mental sigh, I pondered how incredibly complex
my life had become.

"Paul?" Trip asked a few moments later. "Are you still with us?"

"Yeah, sorry," I said, shaking my head to clear it.

"That's cool," he said. "Where're you from?"

"Atlanta," I said.

"Oh, cool."

"Where are you from?" I asked.

He and Samantha looked at each other and playfully rolled their eyes.

"I think this guy's gonna be the thinker on the team," he said to her.
Then he grinned at me to take the sting out of his words. "I'm from
Franklin," he said. "It's a suburb of Nashville."

As we walked toward the dorms, we continued talking. Samantha lived in
Humes--which was part of the Presidential Complex--and Trip lived in North
Carrick. They did most of the talking, since I was still worried about
Kendall, Gina, whom to call my girlfriend, and a million other things.

"It was nice talking to you all," Samantha said as we neared her dorm.
"I'll see you Monday."

"Seeya, Samantha," Trip said.

I merely waved.

"So what's your story?" Trip asked as we turned to North Carrick.

"Huh?"

"How'd you end up at UT? I mean, you're from Atlanta, right? Georgia
Tech's got a good architecture program. Why not go there?"

"My girlfriend goes here. She's a junior. Besides," I said, "Tech's a
great school, but UT's got a better design school."

He nodded.

"Why are you at UT?" I asked. "Instead of Vanderbilt, I mean."

"My dad wanted me to go to Vanderbilt, but...," he said. Then a shadow
crossed his face. It was fleeting, but I caught it. "I guess I just
wanted to come to UT," he said at last.

"That's cool," I said, wondering what he hadn't told me. I hit the
button to call the elevator and then we waited. "What floor are you on?" I
asked when it arrived.

"Four," he said.

"Really? Me too. Cool."

"Hey," he said, "you wanna hang out for a while? We've got the floor
meeting at five, but I'm done with classes for the day."

"Sure," I said, warming to his outgoing personality. "My room or
yours?"

"Mine. I'm supposed to meet my roommate after class. We were talking
about shooting some hoops at HPER, but I don't think I'm in the mood. Do
you play basketball?"

"No way, man," I said. "I'm short and white."

"Pistol Pete's white. So is Larry Bird."

"But they're tall," I said.

"True enough."

When we got out of the elevator, we turned right. As we walked down the
hall to Trip's room, I kept waiting for him to stop at one of the doors.
My room was at the end of the hall, and the closer we got to it, the
weirder I felt.

"What room are you in?" I asked at last.

"414," he said. "Why?"

"You're kidding me."

He shook his head.

"Dude, I'm in 415."

"No shit?"

"No shit."

"Cool," he said. Then he held out his hand. "Howdy, neighbor."

I shook it as we grinned at each other like idiots. At that point, I
decided that I liked him after all; it was hard not to.

"Hey," I said. "I'm gonna drop my pack in my room. I'll be over in a
second. Which room is yours?"

"The one on the left."

"Cool. Seeya in a sec."

In my room, I found another note: Sorry about the other night. Maybe
I'll catch you at that floor meeting. Terry. I knew he hadn't spent the
night, but his bed had been slept in since I'd left for my eight o'clock
class. I shook my head in bewilderment and locked the door as I headed
out. When I entered the suite across the hall, the door on the left was
open.

"Paul," Trip said. "C'mon in. I want you to meet my roommate. Paul
Hughes, this is Luke Devereaux. Luke, this is Paul."

Luke and I shook hands. He was broad-shouldered and a little taller
than me, with curly blonde hair and an engaging smile.

"Luke's not from these parts," Trip said.

"Oh?" I asked. "Where're you from?"

"Houma, Louisiana," he said with a sing-song accent.

"Where's that?"

"Mais, I jus' tol' you," he said in the same heavy accent. Then he
said something else, in another language entirely.

"What'd he say?" I asked Trip. "Is that... French?"

"He's just messing with you," Trip said. "It's Cajun." Then he turned
to Luke. "Paul's cool, man. He lives across the hall. He's an
architecture major too. He's in my Design class. You know that madman
Joska I told you about? That class."

"I feel for you, man," Luke said to me in a normal accent. Then he
grinned.

I couldn't help but grin in reply.

"Houma's in Terrebonne Parish, right on the oil patch," he said, picking
up the thread of our earlier conversation. "About an hour southwest of New
Orleans."

"Paul's from Atlanta," Trip said.

"Sandy Springs, actually," I said. "But it's a suburb of Atlanta."

"Ah, cool," Luke said. "A couple of suburban big-city boys here in
little ol' Knoxville."

"Yep," Trip said. Then he pulled out a chair and gestured to it. "Have
a seat, Paul."

When I did, he flopped onto his bed. Beneath it, I caught a glimpse of
several long, low crates containing LPs. The top shelf above his desk was
also lined with records. And where I had a computer on my desk, Trip had
several expensive-looking stereo components.

"Pretty cool, huh?" he said when he saw me staring at the wealth of
knobs and meters.

"His father told him he could have a car or a stereo for graduation,"
Luke said in disbelief. "Do you know what this couillon picked?"

"The stereo?" I guessed facetiously.

"It's a McIntosh," Trip said defensively. Then he made his case to me.
"I can buy a clunker car for two hundred bucks. But dude!" he said,
pointing to his stereo. "It's a McIntosh."

"Couillon," Luke repeated.

"What's that mean?" I asked him.

"Couillon? It means he's crazy," Luke said.

"What about you?" Trip asked Luke without heat. "You've got every movie
poster ever printed."

Luke's side of the room--by the window--was covered with posters for
The Empire Strikes Back, The Deep, Jaws, Caddyshack, Blues
Brothers, and more.

"What can I say?" Luke asked with a grin and a shrug. "The movie
theater is air conditioned. D'you know how hot it gets in South
Louisiana? So we don't stay outside unless we have to."

"Whatever," Trip said with a laugh.

"How'd you end up at UT?" I asked Luke.

"My dad's a UT grad," he said. "I grew up hearing about how great UT
is. So here I am."

"What's your dad do?" I asked.

"He's a research chemist."

"So you're a chemistry major?"

He shook his head. "Close, though. Chemical Engineering."

"How about you?" I asked Trip. "What's your dad do?"

"He's a record producer."

"Cool," I said. "I guess that explains your record collection. And the
stereo."

"McIntosh," Trip corrected.

"Couillon," Luke said again. Then he grinned at me sidelong.

"What's your dad do, Paul?" Trip asked, ignoring Luke's barb.

"He's an airline pilot," I said. "He flies 727s."

"Oh, that reminds me of this great joke," Luke said.

Trip rolled his eyes, but grinned nonetheless.

"Okay," Luke said, slipping into a thick Cajun accent, "Boudreaux and
Thibodeaux, they buy t'is airplane and start they own airline."

Trip and I nodded.

"On they first flight to Jamaica," Luke said, "one engine up an' dies.
Well, ol' Boudreaux, he try t' keep de plane in the air, but then de other
engine up an' dies too. So Thibodeaux gets on de intercom and says, 'Bad
news, folks. We gonna make an emergency landing.'"

Once I got into the rhythm of it, Luke's Cajun patois was actually
pretty easy to understand; it was lyrical.

"'Since we over de ocean,' Thibodeaux says, 'all you folks who can swim
please move to de left side of de plane. You folks who can't swim, please
move to de right.'"

Trip and I rolled our eyes at Luke's dramatic pause, but we were hanging
on every word.

"Well, them folks sort themselves out and Thibodeaux, he come back on de
intercom. 'Thank you folks. When we hit de water, we want all you on de
left to swim for shore. For all you folks on de right... on behalf of
Captain Boudreaux and me, we'd like to thank y'all for flyin' Cajun
airlines..."

Trip and I groaned as Luke howled with laughter.

"What the fuck's going on in here, you guys?" a new guy asked as he
stuck his head through the open doorway. He was about my height, but
skinny, with shoulder-length limp brown hair and glasses.

"Hey, Jeff," Trip said. "C'mon in. Luke was just telling a Boudreaux
and Thibodeaux joke."

"The one about the talking parrot?" Jeff asked.

"Mais, non," Luke said. "I tol' that one yesterday."

"Jeff," Trip said, "this is Paul Hughes, from across the hall. Paul,
this is Jeff Hamill. He lives in the other room."

I stood and shook Jeff's hand.

"Jeff's an EE major," Trip said.

"EE?"

"Mais, don't he know nothin'?" Luke asked with a grin.

"Electrical Engineering," Jeff said.

I couldn't tell where he was from, but his accent was definitely from
north of the Mason-Dixon line.

"Paul's an architecture major too," Trip explained. "He's in my Design
class."

"The one with the Nazi professor?" Jeff asked.

"Joska," Trip and I said at the same time. Then we grinned at each
other.

"How long have you all known each other?" I asked. "I mean, you seem to
know all about each other."

"A couple of days," Trip said. Then his eyes widened in surprise. "You
don't know anything about your roommate and suitemates?"

I shook my head. "I haven't even met my roommate."

"You're kidding," Jeff said as he sat down on the corner of Trip's bed.

"Uh-uh. It's completely weird," I said. Then I told them about the
notes and constantly missing Terry.

"What about your suitemates?" Trip asked.

"Do they have real hick accents?" Jeff asked. "One guy's kind of
weasely looking and the other guy's big and quiet?"

I nodded.

"Yeah," he said. "I met those guys."

"What'd you think?" Trip asked.

Jeff merely shook his head in disapproval.

"Yeah," I said, "I didn't know if they were dicks, or just being funny."

"Yeah, well," Jeff said, "where I'm from, 'Hey, fuckin' four-eyes...
just kidding,' isn't funny."

"Where are you from?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Philadelphia," he said. "But my family moved to Knoxville two years
ago." Then he shrugged. "It's okay, I guess."

"But I bet it's not Philly," Trip said. "Or Nashville, Atlanta, or New
Orleans, for that matter."

"Mais, non," Luke said. "This ain't no Big Easy."

"Knoxville's okay," I said. "I mean, no, it's not a big city, but it's
not so bad."

"It's a good place for hiking and stuff," Trip said.

"And it's cooler than New Orleans," Luke added. "Not much, but it
is."

When the suite door opened in the foyer, we all looked up.

"Floor meeting in ten minutes," Cary, the RA, said.

"Okay, Cary," Trip said. "Thanks."

"Is that guy a little... funny?" Luke asked when the foyer door closed
after Cary left.

"Funny how?" I asked.

"Do you think he indulges in the love that dare not speak its name?"
Luke asked with a semi-serious air.

"Who cares?" Trip said with a laugh. Then, "Nah, Cary's cool. He's
just not as manly as you are."

"I am a manly man," Luke said. "I have hair on my chest to prove it."
With that, he pulled down the neck of his shirt to reveal a thick patch of
curly blonde hair.

"Yeah, you've probably got hair on your palms, too," Jeff said. "You
hairy fuck."

"He's right," Luke said to Trip in an aside. "I am a chronic
masturbator."

My jaw almost hit the floor.

Then Luke looked at Jeff. "But you still haven't explained those
thick glasses, Jeff. And is that the delicate odor of shaving cream I
smell on your palms?" With that, he and Trip grinned at each other and then
the two of them lunged across the room.

Jeff had been expecting them, and darted out the door.

Yelling and laughing, Trip and Luke ran after him.

I shook my head in amazement and followed. I took my time to shut their
room door, so they were halfway down the hall by the time I stepped into
it. Surprisingly, Jeff was safely in the lead.

I laughed in wonder and then jogged to catch up.

----

"Hey, Cary?" I said after the floor meeting.

"Yes, um...?"

"Paul," I supplied.

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

I leaned closer to him so no one would overhear me. "Can you tell me
which guy's my roommate? I don't want to miss him."

For a moment, Cary looked perplexed. Then he shook his head in
irritation.

"What?" I asked.

"You know, I don't think I saw him here," he said at last.

"You're kidding me."

Cary shook his head.

"This guy exists, right?" I asked. Then I frowned at the biting sarcasm
in my tone.

"Oh, he exists." Then Cary Got It. "You mean you still haven't met
him?"

I shook my head.

"Oh, dear."

"I guess we've just got different schedules. But I still wonder where
he's spending the night."

"And why he wasn't at the meeting," Cary added. Then he smiled at me.
He was trying to look reassuring, but it didn't work. "I'll talk to Wade,
the hall director, and see if he knows anything."

"Thanks, I guess," I said.

"Anytime," Cary said with a smile.

With that, I headed back to my room. Sure enough, it was empty. As I
walked back into the foyer, my suitemates' door was open a crack. When I
heard T.J. and Glen talking, I stopped to eavesdrop. I know I shouldn't
have, but I couldn't help myself.

"So I guess there's only three of 'em on the floor," T.J. was saying.

Glen didn't reply.

"They're all in the other wing, though," T.J. added.

I cocked my head to the side and wondered what they were talking about.
I was about to knock on their door--and pretend I hadn't heard their
conversation, of course--when T.J. spoke again.

"As long as I don't have to listen to their jigaboo music," he said, "I
don't care where they live."

Glen merely grunted.

"UT should keep 'em all on their own floor, though," T.J. continued.
"That way, we wouldn't have to smell 'em either."

Great! I thought to myself. I've got a missing roommate and two
racist suitemates. Isn't my life shaping up to be just peachy?

"And what about Cary the Fairy?" T.J. asked, laughing at his own rhyme.
"That guy's a faggot if ever I saw one."

At that point, I disgustedly locked my room door and then quietly opened
the door to the hall. I held it so it didn't make a noise when it shut.
Then I walked across the hall.

"Come in," Trip said when I knocked on the door.

He was sitting on his bed, strumming an acoustic guitar. The strains of
"Behind Blue Eyes" died as he looked up.

"Hey, Paul. What's going on?"

"I just wanted to see what you all were up to," I said.

"Trip was serenading me," Luke said from his bed. Then he winked. "I
think he's in love with me."

"I think you're in love with your right hand," Trip said.

"Don't listen to the bad man, sweetheart," Luke said to his raised palm.

At that point, Trip and I lost it. Shamelessly, Luke continued
whispering sweet nothings to his hand, which only fueled our howls of
laughter.

"What the fuck are you guys laughing about now?" Jeff called from across
the foyer. A moment later, he stepped into the room. Behind him, another
guy appeared.

"Hey, Paul," Trip said, "this is Hector Vega, Jeff's roommate."

Unlike Antonio Cardenas, Hector actually looked Hispanic.

"Nice to meet you," I said as I shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you too," he said.

Well, I thought, he might look Hispanic, but he sounds like pure
Tennessee.

"Hey," he said, "I'm starving. Do y'all wanna get something to eat?"

"Sure," Trip said. "Luke?"

"What do you think, sweetheart?" he asked, holding up his hand.

Trip and I snickered.

"What the fuck is he doing?" Jeff asked. Then he looked at Trip. "Is
he talking to his hand again?" When Trip snickered instead of answering,
Jeff shook his head. "You're sick, Luke," he said. "And don't ever touch
me with that hand again."

Still laughing, we all headed to the Presidential dining hall.

----

On Sunday, I got up, worked out, took a shower, then met Kendall and
Gina for breakfast. Over the past couple of days, Gina had come out of her
shell and was acting more like the girl I loved. She still wasn't
thrilled with the idea of being at UT, but she didn't seem to blame me
anymore.

"Still no sign of my roommate," I said as we sat down at a table by a
window.

"Really?" Gina asked.

"He's still MIA. I don't even think my RA's seen him in a couple of
days."

Then I looked up and almost choked on my toast. The petite brunette and
her cute blonde friend--from my Art History class--were sitting two tables
away. They were looking right at me, and smiled when they caught my eye. I
smiled in return, and they resumed their conversation. Then I hastily
looked to see if Kendall or Gina had seen the exchange. I felt my face
heat when Kendall arched an eyebrow.

"They're in my Art History class," I said.

"Who?" Gina asked.

Kendall merely smiled sardonically.

"No one," I said, trying to sound disinterested. "Just two girls.
Anyway, I still haven't seen my roommate," I repeated.

"So you said," Kendall replied, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"That's weird," Gina said, completely missing the exchange between
Kendall and me.

"It sure is," Kendall said. Then, while Gina took a bite of her
breakfast, Kendall nonchalantly turned to look at the two girls from my
class. Fortunately, neither of them saw her look. When she turned back to
me, she arched an eyebrow again.

I felt my face heat further.

"It sure is a pretty day, isn't it," Kendall commented.

"It is," Gina said. Then she gazed out the window, oblivious to
Kendall's double entendre.

I cleared my throat meaningfully and took another bite of toast.

"Is that all you're eating? Toast?" Gina asked, momentarily saving me
from Kendall's teasing.

"Um... yeah," I said. "Why?"

"I dunno," Gina said. "Usually, you eat a big breakfast. Do you want
me to get us some oranges or something?"

"No thanks," I said. "I don't wanna start gaining weight, so I'm trying
to watch what I eat."

"Yes," Kendall practically purred, "it's important to watch what you...
eat."

I rolled my eyes at her, but she grinned unrepentantly.

"For instance," she continued, "if you ate too much... oh, I don't
know... pie... you'd probably get sick."

"Exactly," Gina said, still oblivious.

"I don't plan on eating too much pie," I said, my gaze fixed on
Kendall.

"It's not healthy," Gina said.

"Oh, I don't know," Kendall demurred. "It depends on the pie. And
sometimes, it's nice to look at a pretty pie and imagine what it'd be like
to eat it."

"Yeah," Gina said. "Like those two Marie Callender's pies Paul's dad
brought home for our going-away party."

"Oh?" Kendall asked, the soul of innocence. "What kind of pies were
they?"

I rolled my eyes at her audacity.

"Banana creme and chocolate," Gina said.

My heart sank when she did. I knew exactly what Kendall was going to
say. She didn't disappoint.

"Really?" she said. "A blonde pie and a brunette pie."

"Something like that," I said evenly. Then I scowled at her.

"Exactly," Gina added. "Those pies were pretty good, too."

Once again, Kendall turned to glance at the girls from my class. When
she looked back at me, she smiled.

"They're very pretty pies," she said.

"Did Paul tell you about them?" Gina asked as she took a sip of orange
juice. She still had no clue that Kendall was even teasing me.

"Not yet," Kendall said. Then she grinned shamelessly and turned to
Gina. "You'll have to remind me to ask him."

"Okay," Gina said.

I rolled my eyes at Kendall, but then had to grudgingly shake my head at
her creativity.

"What do you all wanna do after breakfast?" I asked, hoping to change
the subject.

"I didn't really have any plans, but I'm sure something will... um...
come up," Kendall said.

Then to my surprise, I felt her foot rub along the length of my calf.
It was my turn to arch an eyebrow at her. I wasn't used to seeing a
confident--almost aggressive--Kendall. I don't know why, but it really
turned me on.

Fortunately, our conversation turned to less titillating subjects and I
breathed a sigh of relief. But all through the rest of the meal, Kendall
gave me smoldering looks. And her bare foot never left my leg. I had to
shift a couple of times and try to discreetly rearrange my hard-on.

When the blonde and brunette got up to leave, they looked in my
direction, but I pretended not to notice them. I wanted to look, but I
knew Kendall would catch me. And she already had enough ammunition to
tease me with. I thanked my lucky stars that she wasn't the jealous type.

Finally, we finished eating. My erection had subsided enough that I
didn't have a lump in my shorts when I stood up, but I was far from soft.

"What do you all want to do?" I asked the girls as we walked outside

"I've got a bunch of reading to do," Gina said, "for Western Civ. and
Classics. And I've got Calculus homework for Tuesday. Ugh! I wanna
actually relax tomorrow, so I'd better get it done today."

"Oh," Kendall said, "that reminds me. Do you all remember Bridget
Jameson? My suitemate from when I was a freshman?" When Gina and I nodded,
she continued. "She and her fiance are having a Labor Day barbeque
tomorrow, and she said we're invited. Her family's got a big house on the
lake. It's really nice. So, do you wanna go?"

"Sure," Gina and I said together.

"Do you want us to call you for lunch later today?" Kendall asked Gina.

"Nah, I'd better skip lunch and just read," she said. "I've got a whole
chapter of Western Civ. to finish. Do you wanna have dinner together,
though?"

Kendall nodded.

(All three of us had full meal plans, but the plan only provided twenty
meals a week: three a day, except Sunday. On Sundays, the dining halls
closed after lunch, and students were responsible for their own dinner.)

"Maybe pizza?" I suggested.

"That'd be cool," Gina said. "Call me when you're ready to go. I'll
just meet you wherever."

"Okay," Kendall and I said simultaneously.

Then I kissed Gina goodbye and we watched as she walked up the hill.

"She sure seems happy," Kendall said. "Well, happier."

I nodded. "No thanks to you, though. Pie?!"

"I thought it was rather clever," she said with a grin.

"It was, but I kept wondering when Gina would catch on."

"I didn't," Kendall said simply. "She didn't see you glance at those
two girls." Then she arched her eyebrow again. "Are they really in your
Art History class?"

"Yeah," I said. "They're cute, but I don't even know their names."

"Oh, so you think they're cute?" she teased.

I rolled my eyes at her.

"So you do, Mr. Big Man on Campus."

Instead of answering, I pulled her close.

Her bright blue eyes practically danced with mirth.

"I'll show you big," I said. Then I kissed her. Since we were in
public, it was a relatively chaste kiss, but our breathing still grew a
little quicker. "Do you want to go back to my room?" I asked when we
separated.

"It's not visitation yet," she said.

"Your apartment?"

She shook her head. "My roommates are there."

"Maybe they left."

"Maybe, but I doubt it."

"Let's go see," I insisted.

Unfortunately, Abby, Vivian, and Phoebe were at Kendall's apartment.
Worse, we ended up hanging out with them for the next hour. While we made
small talk, Kendall kept me in an agonizing state of horniness. She made
sure to touch me as often as she could, and when no one else was looking,
she'd flash me a smoldering look and lick her lips.

"You've been taking lessons from Susan," I whispered in her ear when the
other girls were talking to each other.

"Can you tell?" she whispered in reply.

"Uh-huh. Let's go. I don't care if it's visitation or not. We'll
use the stairs."

Instead of answering, she merely put her hand on my leg and caressed it.

"Let's go," I insisted.

Her hand drifted toward my crotch.

Since the other girls were still paying attention to each other, I
wasn't worried about being caught. But I was getting close to simply
ripping off Kendall's clothes and fucking her in front of her roommates.

She must have sensed my urgency. Instead of acting on it, however, she
caressed my barely concealed hard-on. I was afraid it was going to either
poke out the bottom of my shorts or worse, tear a hole in them.

"Come on," I hissed in Kendall's ear.

In reply, she simply squeezed my cock.

"Well," I said out loud, "we'd better get going."

As the three girls turn to look at us, Kendall jerked her hand away from
my crotch.

"Oh?" Vivian asked.

"Yeah," I fibbed, "we've got to study for one of our classes."

"I didn't know you two had a class together," Vivian said.

"We don't," I explained hastily. "I mean, we do. Well, we don't
actually, but... well... I mean..."

"It's for his American Lit. class," Kendall said smoothly. "I had the
same professor last year. He needs to go over my notes."

"Right," I agreed. As Kendall and I stood, I tried to stand behind her,
to hide the tent in my shorts. "Sorry," I said, "but we gotta go."

Then I practically dragged her toward the front door.

"But what about your notes, Kendall?" Vivian called after us.

Peals of laughter sounded behind us as we stepped into the hallway.
Once the apartment door latched, I turned and backed Kendall against it.
Then I pressed my body against hers. As I kissed her, my tongue forced her
lips open. When I put my hand on her breast, I felt her nipple harden
through her shirt and bra.

"God," I said when we broke the kiss, "you make me so hard. And you're
such a tease."

"Mmm hmm."

Before she could say more, I kissed her again.

Her hands twined through my hair and her breathing grew quicker.

I took one of her hands and put it on my cloth-covered erection. As she
began kneading my cock, I kissed her again.

Suddenly, we heard a door open nearby. We stepped apart and then
guiltily looked down the hall. Two girls walked out of their apartment,
glanced at us, then locked their door.

I grabbed Kendall's hand and pulled her after me. Her laughter rang out
as we dashed down the hallway toward the fire stairs.

We practically ran up the hill to North Carrick, arriving winded, but
grinning.

"I'll meet you at the basement fire exit," I said. (The door didn't
have a knob on the outside, so it had to be opened from the inside.)

When she nodded, I kissed her and then raced inside. I passed the
elevators in a rush and sprinted down the first-floor hallway. My
footsteps echoed in the stairwell as I pounded down the stairs. With my
chest heaving, I opened the door. Kendall practically tumbled inside,
giggling breathlessly.

When she smiled, I backed her into the heavy fire door and ground my
hips against her. Our lips sought each other and we hungrily kissed. As
we did, I lifted her shirt. Her braencased breasts shook free of the
ribbed cotton t-shirt. I cupped her breast and the satiny fabric of her
bra tented as her nipple hardened under my palm.

Our breathing grew heavy and erratic as we kissed in the empty
stairwell. I continued teasing her nipple with my fingers, and held my
trapped erection against her crotch. Finally, after a minute or two, we
broke the kiss. I reached for the snap on her shorts, but she put her hand
on mine.

"Not here," she panted. "Let's go upstairs."

"C'mon," I said as I tugged her after me.

Running up stairs with a hard-on is not fun. But at the time, I
didn't care. When I glanced back, Kendall looked just as excited as me.

At the fourth floor, I bolted out of the stairwell and checked to make
sure the hallway was clear. Then I dug into my pocket, found my keys, and
motioned for Kendall to join me. Since my room was right next to the fire
stairs, we only had a short dash.

Once the foyer door closed behind us, we panted for a moment, catching
our breath. Then I unlocked my door, silently praying that my long-lost
roommate hadn't decided to show up.

Inside, I pulled up short.

Not only was Terry not there, his stuff was gone as well. All of his
stuff. His bed didn't have sheets on it, his closet was empty, his desk
was clean, and his drawers were empty and open.

"What the fuck?" I said aloud.

Kendall paused to look around and then glanced at me in concern.

"His stuff was here this morning," I said.

"What do you think happened?"

"I have no idea. Wait here," I said. "I'm gonna go see if my RA is
around."

Our lust momentarily forgotten, Kendall nodded.

A minute later, I knocked on Cary's door, but didn't get an answer.
Back in my room, I looked for a note from Terry. I didn't find one.

"Should we call the police?" Kendall asked.

I shook my head. "Not yet. Let me go downstairs and ask at the front
desk. I'll be right back."

She nodded and then kissed me.

"I love you," I said. "I'm... sorry. I know we didn't come up here
for me to go hunting for my missing roommate, but..."

"I understand," she said softly. "Go on. I'll be here when you get
back. Just don't bring an RA with you," she said. "It's only ten thirty."

I nodded, kissed her again, and then reluctantly pulled away.

Downstairs, the RA at the desk looked up as I approached.

"This is gonna sound crazy," I said, "but my roommate is missing."

"Missing?"

"Look, his stuff was there this morning. Now, he's gone and all of his
stuff is gone too."

"Are you in room 415?" the RA asked.

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"Your roommate moved out this morning."

"Huh? Why?"

"I have no idea," he said with a shrug.

"I never even met the guy," I said.

"So? What do you want me to do about it?"

"Nothing, I guess," I said. Then, "What should I do now?"

"Enjoy the peace and quiet. The hall director will assign you a new
roommate in a couple of days."

"Any chance I could skip the roommate and just have the room to myself?"
I asked, already thinking about the possibilities (in my current state, an
orgy was the first possibility that leapt to mind).

"Not likely," the RA said with a frown.

"I didn't think so, but still..." I looked at him hopefully.

His eyes narrowed. "Was there anything else you needed?"

"No, I guess not," I said. "Thanks."

Upstairs, I explained to Kendall.

"So you don't know what happened to him?" she asked.

"Nope," I said with a shrug. "The RA only told me 'he moved out this
morning.' I mean, I never even met the guy. I wonder what he was like."

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. It's not like he and I were lifelong friends or something. But
it just feels weird. You know?"

She nodded and then stepped close.

"Sorry," I said as I pulled her into my arms. "I didn't mean to get all
weird on you."

"You're not weird," she said. "You're just worried about a guy you
never even knew. That's very compassionate."

I kissed the side of her head and then hugged her tight.

"I love you so much," she whispered.

"I love you too." For a moment, we simply held each other. Then I
remembered why we'd come up to my room in the first place. "Do you still
wanna fool around?" I asked.

"Do you?"

"Kinda, but not hot and heavy. I guess I'm still a little weirded out."

When she nodded in agreement, I kicked off my shoes and scooted onto the
bed. She slid out of her sandals and joined me. I sat with my back to the
wall and my arm around Kendall. She pressed herself to my side and simply
hugged me.

For a few minutes, we sat in contemplative silence. I wondered what
could've made my roommate just disappear without a note or anything. My
imagination ran wild. I thought of every possibility from the ludicrous
(alien abduction) to the more reasonable (he dropped out of school and went
home).

"You're still so tense," Kendall said softly.

"Sorry."

"That's okay," she said. Then she idly ran her fingers over my leg. "I
just wanted to know if I should be quiet and let you think, or...?"

"Or what?" I asked, my interest piqued.

"Or maybe I could take your mind off your roommate."

"What did you have in mind?" I asked. When she exhaled in
embarrent, I pressed her. "Seriously. What're you thinking?"

"Well," she said at last, "I'm still a little worked up from earlier."

"Oh you are?"

"Maybe a little, yes."

Instead of answering her, I tilted her head up with a finger under her
chin. Then I kissed her. She eagerly responded by pressing her luscious
body against mine. We kissed for a few minutes, our kisses heating up as
our hands roamed.

When I pulled up her shirt and cupped her breast, she broke the kiss.
Then she sat up, crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and lifted
it over her head. She smiled as she brushed her dark hair out of her eyes.

I pulled her close, my hands caressing her warm skin. As our lips
brushed and then pressed together, I found the catch of her bra. Over the
past years, I'd grown adept at opening Gina's bra, so with a practiced
pinch-twist, I popped the catch on Kendall's. Without breaking our kiss,
she pulled the straps off her shoulders and then tossed the flimsy garment
to the side.

Neither of us seemed to be in a rush, so we took our time and enjoyed
our kiss. My hands roamed over the bare skin of her back as she caressed
my face.

Finally, I reached between us and popped the snap on her shorts. Her
zipper hissed as I lowered it. She lifted up to give me better access as I
reached inside. Unfortunately, the angle was too awkward, so I couldn't
get my fingertips on her pussy.

When I withdrew my hand, she pulled back and licked her shiny lips.
With a smoldering look, she rose on her knees, hooked her thumbs in her
waistband, and lowered her shorts and panties. Then she sat back and
unfolded her long, tan legs.

"God, you're beautiful," I said as she kicked off the remainder of her
clothing.

"Thank you."

Then I pulled her onto my lap and ran my hands along her flanks. My
thumbs rested on her waist chain. As our lips met again, she lifted my
shirt. Her hands roamed over my stomach and chest, caressing me softly.

"You've got too many clothes on," she said when we broke our kiss.

"Do you want to help me take some of them off?"

She kissed me again and then nodded.

As I removed my shirt and tossed it aside, she slid to the floor between
my legs. I slouched down so my groin was closer to her. Then she grabbed
the waistband of my shorts. When I lifted my hips, she tugged the shorts
and my briefs down my legs. After she tossed them aside, she took off my
socks as well.

Then she rose on her knees, her generous breasts resting on my thighs.
When she grabbed my erection, her eyes shone with desire.

"I love looking at you," she said softly. "And your dick is so hard."

I nodded. Then I groaned as she gave the glans a soft, wet kiss. With
a toss of her head, she swung her hair out of her face and concentrated on
my cock. When she wrapped her lips around the crown, I groaned again.

For a few minutes, she simply tongued me and caressed the soft skin of
my shaft with her hands. When the first drop of pre-come beaded at the tip
of my dick, she wrapped her lips around my shaft and slowly dragged them
upward.

"Oh, God," I gasped. "That feels so good."

"I'm glad you like it," she said as she prepared to swallow me again.

As she lowered her lips over my organ, her hair fell forward, brushing
my thighs and blocking my view. I was too lost in bliss to care. Then she
wrapped her lips around my shaft, more than halfway down, and gently
sucked. As she drew back, she worked her tongue over the sensitive
underside ridge.

On the down-stroke, she swallowed as much of me as she could. When she
did, I felt my cock enter her throat. With a soft moan, she wrapped her
lips around me, about two inches above the base. Then she pulled back, her
soft, supple lips tight around my shaft.

She spent several minutes simply taking long, slow, luxurious strokes.
As she lovingly sucked me, I ran my hands through her hair and caressed her
face. I wanted to do more, but I was adrift in a fellatio-induced haze. I
was also too worked up from earlier, and I could already feel the pressure
building in my balls.

Finally, I couldn't hold back. She sensed my impending orgasm and
locked her lips around my cock, just below the crown. With her right hand,
she stroked me. With her left, she cupped my balls. When they pulled
tight against my body, she pressed that spot just behind them. I closed my
eyes in ecstasy and groaned as I erupted.

The first spurt felt like a freight train surging up my shaft. When it
hit the back of her throat, she moaned softly in surprise. The next spurt
jetted from my dick and I could feel her swallow. After another spurt or
two and several strong gushes, my orgasm subsided.

I swallowed hard and slowly relaxed, my hips sinking to the bed as I
did. Her eyes were closed as she slowly licked my saliva-slick shaft. For
a moment or two, I simply watched her. When she finally pulled back, a
tendril of semen-thickened saliva connected her lips to my cock. With a
grin, she licked it up.

"Wow," she said softly. "That was a lot."

"You got me pretty worked up."

"Me too," she said. Then she gazed at my erection. "You're still so
hard."

"You're still so beautiful," I said, nodding at her. "You're still so
naked, and you're still between my legs," I added with a soft chuckle.
"Now, I don't know about you, but in my book, that's a recipe for a
world-class hard-on."

She blushed and looked down. "Thank you," she whispered.

I brushed her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear.

"I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world," I said.

"More beautiful than--" Then she shook her head in irritation. "Never
mind."

"More beautiful than Gina, you mean?"

Her guilty silence was answer enough.

"Yes," I said softly. "She's beautiful, but--" Before I could finish,
Kendall practically leapt off the floor and landed on top of me. Her
generous breasts crushed into my chest and her belly trapped my
still-slippery erection between us.

"Oh, Paul," she gushed, "I love you so much." Then she proceeded to
kiss every square inch of my face and neck, all while telling me how much
she loved me.

In a rush, she scooted up my body. Then she planted her hands on my
shoulders and pushed herself upright. As her breasts dangled in my face,
she reached between us and gripped my erection. With a moan, she set the
tip of my cock at her opening. Then she hissed in pleasure as she lowered
herself onto my shaft.

At first, my cock felt like it was being rammed into my groin. Then her
labia parted and the head slipped inside. She continued impaling herself,
her face a mask of concentration. A moment later, her hips came to rest
against mine. Her clean-shaven labia spread around the base of my shaft
and I marveled at the incredible heat and moisture surrounding my dick.

Her lips crushed against mine as she began moving, her super-tight pussy
sliding over my dick as she rocked her hips. Her breath whistled through
her nose as her passion rapidly mounted. Then, to my surprise, her
internal muscles contracted. I thought my dick was going to be crushed.
She shuddered as she buried her face in the hollow of my neck and mewled
softly. Her thighs trembled for a moment and then she cried out in
ecstasy.

I held her close as she shuddered with the force of her unexpected
climax. Her pussy spasmed and she clutched me tight as the sensations
overwhelmed her. Then, inexplicably, she started crying. It didn't
sound like she was upset, but I could only hold her as she sobbed. For
more than a minute, her body heaved with emotion. At the same time,
however, her pussy quivered and gushed around my erection.

Needless to say, I was thoroughly confused. Was she upset? Was she
happy? Had I done something wrong? Had I done something right?

"Are you okay?" I whispered when her sobs died down.

Instead of replying, she simply nodded and then planted several light
kisses on my shoulder. Then she gasped as an aftershock washed over her.
For a few moments, she simply nuzzled my neck.

Unfortunately, my confusion only grew. Worse, my dick was still very
hard, and it was still buried inside her. I wanted to come, but I was also
worried that she was upset. In a state of limbo, I simply held her.

I didn't know what else to do.

After several minutes, my dick began to ache with the need for release.
I tried to will my erection to subside, but it had a mind of its own. Who
could blame it? It was buried in a warm, wet, tight pussy. And it didn't
have to second-guess itself about its girlfriend's happiness.

Treacherous organ.

"Are you all right?" I asked at last.

"Yes," she whispered. When I stroked the warm skin of her back, she
snuggled closer.

"Why were you crying?"

"I don't know, really," she said. "I guess I just had so much emotion
pent up. It just came out all at once."

"Are you upset?"

"No," she whispered as she sat up and wiped her drying tears. Then she
smiled warmly. "When I felt you inside me--and after what you said--I just
couldn't help myself. When I came, it was like all my emotion poured forth
at once."

"No kidding."

Then she looked at me seriously. "I don't think I've ever loved you
more than I do now," she said.

"And I love you. But I'm still a little confused. You're not upset?"

She shook her head.

"Not at all?"

Another headshake. "Actually, I'm really happy." She wiped her eyes
again and smiled ironically. "I know I don't look like it, but I really
am." Then she gave me a sultry look. "And you're still hard."

"Mmm hmm."

"And you didn't come when I did," she said.

"No."

"Do you want me to...?"

"I'm fine," I lied.

Then she closed her eyes and shuddered. Her internal muscles rippled as
the aftershock passed through her.

Once again, my cock throbbed with the need for release.

"Do you want me to suck you?" she asked. "I'd like that."

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm," she said. Then she smiled. "Actually, I'm so happy right
now that you could pretty much do anything you want to me."

"Anything?"

"Anything," she said softly. "Do you want me to suck you off? I love
the feeling of your dick in my mouth. And I know I can't deep throat
you--yet--but I'm getting better."

"You're fine," I said. "Actually, I was pretty surprised at how deep
you took me."

"You were?"

"Mmm hmm."

"So you want me to go down on you?"

"No," I mused. "I think I just want to do things the old-fashioned
way."

With that, I held her close. Without pulling out of her, I carefully
rolled her to her back and positioned myself between her legs. She ran her
hands along my sides and then caressed my face.

"Paul?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"More beautiful than I'll ever be able to say," I assured her. "You
know you're beautiful."

"Thank you," she said softly. Then she looked up, her bright blue eyes
full of love and devotion. "But I don't think I'll ever get tired of
hearing you say it," she said. Then she gasped as I began moving within
her. "And I don't think I'll ever get tired of you making love to me."

----

Kendall and I skipped lunch. Instead, we lounged in bed and talked
about everyday stuff. We didn't have to worry about getting dressed, and
we didn't have to worry about being interrupted. (It was kind of nice not
having a roommate, although I knew the reprieve would be short-lived.)

"Do you mind if I spend the night?" she asked a little later.

"I'd love it," I said.

"We could invite Gina, too."

"Mmm hmm."

"I know this is gonna sound weird," she said, "but I kind of miss her.
You know, miss her."

"Really?" I asked.

She propped herself on my chest and gazed down at me. "Believe it or
not, I do. I don't think I like girls as much as she does, but... it's
still kind of fun."

I arched an eyebrow at her.

"It is," she said with a defensive laugh. "Although I wish she'd
shave all the way, like Susan--"

"Don't even get me started about Gina and shaving," I said.

"Sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

"I actually enjoy shaving, as much for you as for me. I think I look
better."

"I think so too," I said. "And with the pendant on your waist chain,
it's like there's an arrow pointing right to your pussy." Then I grinned
roguishly. "Speaking of which..."

With that, I flipped back the sheet and bared her beautiful body. But
before I could do more than that, someone knocked on the door.

"Let's just ignore them," I said, my voice pitched low.

"What if it's about your roommate?"

"I hadn't thought of that."

While I slipped on a pair of loose-fitting workout shorts, Kendall cast
about for something to cover herself with. I tossed her my shirt, which
she put on. Then she found her shorts and put them on as well (minus her
panties). Neither of us was exactly presentable, but at least we weren't
naked.

I ran my fingers through my hair and hoped I didn't smell too much
like sex. At the door, I pulled it open but blocked the opening--and the
view of the room--with my body.

Trip smiled and tossed his head in greeting.

"Hey," I said. "What's going on?"

"Hey, man," he said. "What's up?" Then his eyes widened as he took in
my disheveled appearance. "Oh, shit, man," he said. "Do you have...
um... company?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"Then I'll catch you later."

"No, wait," I said. "What'd you need?"

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yeah. We were just hanging out."

He obviously didn't want to pry, so he took my white lie at face value
and then nodded.

"Seriously, man," I said. "What'd you need?"

"Luke, Jeff, and I wanted to see if you wanted to get some pizza for
dinner. But if you're busy," he said, "don't worry about it, man." He
didn't sound upset. On the contrary, he seemed genuinely apologetic.

"No, that'd be cool," I said. "We were just talking about getting some
pizza anyway."

"You and your girlfriend?" he asked.

I nodded.

"We don't wanna drag you two out with us. If you wanna be alone... I
mean, you know."

"Actually, that sounds like fun. Hold on a sec," I said. Then I turned
back to Kendall. "Do you wanna go get pizza with the guys from across the
hall? Trip, Luke, and Jeff?"

"Sure!" she said.

"Sounds good to us," I told Trip.

"Okay," he said. Then he stepped close. He made sure to keep his eyes
from wandering into the room (even though I blocked most of the view).
"Sorry to interrupt," he said. "I didn't know you were... you know."

"Don't worry about it," I said. "We were just hanging out. Really,
it's cool."

His face brightened.

"We'll be over in about an hour."

"Okay, man," he said. "Take your time."

"Thanks, Trip."

"No problem. Seeya."

"Seeya."

----

A little later, Kendall and I took a shower together. It was quick and
economical, but we still had fun (I didn't think I'd ever grow tired of
seeing her nude).

After we finished, we dried off and returned to my room.

"Oh, shit," I said as we stood in front of the mirror after we got
dressed. "I forgot to call Gina."

"Call her now," she said as she combed her dark, lustrous hair.

For a moment, I stood behind her and simply gazed at her in the mirror.
She wore her own Bermuda shorts, but she had donned one of my button-down
shirts. It was a little big on her, but the sight of her wearing my
clothes was exciting. I don't know why, but it was.

With a grin, I kissed the side of her neck and then headed toward the
foyer. Gina answered on the third ring.

"Hey, sweetie," I said. "It's me."

"Hey," she said. "I was wondering when you'd call."

"Sorry," I said. "We've just been hanging out. I guess we lost track
of time." It wasn't an outright lie, but it certainly wasn't the whole
truth. What had Kendall called it? Lying by omission. Maybe the world
isn't so black and white after all, I mentally sighed.

"That's cool," Gina said. "I finished my Western Civ. chapter about an
hour ago. I've just been hanging out with Naomi and Iris, my suitemates."

"Oh, cool," I said. "What're they like?"

"They're sophomores, and really cool. They're both musicians. Naomi
plays the violin and Iris plays the cello--" She was interrupted by a
feminine shout. "Sorry," she said with a laugh, "Naomi plays the cello
and Iris plays the violin."

"Cool," I said. Then, "Where's your roommate?"

"Oh, her?" Gina said, her tone going flat. "She's at home, I guess. I
haven't seen her since she woke me up at six o'clock this morning."

"Oh, okay. Anyway, we're gonna go to dinner with the guys from across
the hall. You remember? I told you about them: Trip, Luke, and Jeff."

"Sure," she said. Then, "Do you mind if I ask Naomi and Iris?"

"No problem," I said.

Gina covered the phone mouthpiece with her hand, but came back after
less than a minute.

"What's the verdict?" I asked.

"They can't," she said. "They get together with a bunch of other
musicians every Sunday night. They said thanks for asking, though."

"That's too bad," I said. Then, "Kendall and I were supposed to meet
the guys in Trip's room. Do you want me to call you when we head
downstairs?"

"I guess."

"It shouldn't be long. Okay?"

"Okay," she said. "Bye."

"Bye." Then I stepped back into my room, closed the door, and related
the conversation.

"Have you told her about the girlfriend/best-friend thing?" Kendall
asked.

"No," I said soberly. And I don't want to, I thought.

"You need to," she said, as if reading my mind.

"I know." Then I looked up hopefully. "Maybe she won't notice."

"She's not stupid," Kendall said. "She's going to figure it out. You
already told Trip that I was your girlfriend. So you can't really
introduce Gina as your girlfriend when we go meet her. And tomorrow, at
Bridget's party, they already know me as your girlfriend."

"I know. You're right." Then I sighed and held her gaze in the mirror.
"Polonius was a pompous windbag," I said without heat.

"What?"

"It's something my dad said to me. Never mind."

"Well," she said, "it's probably not 'neither a borrower nor a lender
be,' so I guess you're talking about 'this above all: to thine ownself be
true.'"

"How'd you know?" I asked ruefully.

"I know a thing or two about your dad," she said. "He tries to hide it,
but he's a pretty deep guy. And besides, I know who Polonius is. So I put
two and two together."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're too smart for your own good?" I
asked semifacetiously.

"Only the love of my life," she said, turning to face me.

"Gina's not going to be happy that she's suddenly my 'best friend' and
you're my girlfriend."

"Then she'll know how I feel sometimes," Kendall said evenly. Then,
"Sorry, that wasn't nice."

"But it's how you feel," I said.

"I don't like it," she said with a nod, "but it is how I feel."

I sighed in resignation. "When did my life get so complicated?" I
asked.

"When you first asked me to go to the quarry with you."

"You didn't have to say yes," I quipped.

"Oh yes I did. You can't imagine how lonely I was before then. I
don't ever want to feel like that again."

"I know," I said. Then I pulled her into my arms. "I'll talk to Gina.
I'm sure she'll understand. Maybe I can talk to her tonight, after dinner.
Or tomorrow, at the latest."

She nodded. "Do you want to spend the night with just her? I could
stay at my apartment so you two could have some time alone."

"I don't want that," I said.

"Neither do I, but I'll do it if you want me to."

"I know you would," I said softly. "And once again, no, I don't want
you to." For a moment, I simply stared off into space. Then I had a
revelation. "Hey! Why don't we pretend we haven't talked about it? The
girlfriend/best-friend thing, I mean. Then, tomorrow, I can bring it up.
You know, like when we're talking about the party at Bridget's or
something."

"That sounds like a good idea. And then all three of us can talk it
through, so it doesn't seem like you and I are in collusion."

"This might just work," I said.

"But we've