*Mankind is poison because we compromise our souls for the companionship of others*
(Thanks to Frontma for clearing up my mistake that delayed this chapter from getting out sooner)
(Once more no real sex but there is a good deal of sexual tension.)
(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)
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"Vivian, I'm going to take a shower," I whispered to Vivian. I was hovering over her from the back of the sofa-sleeper, asking permission to take my shower downstairs. She was laid out beneath me, her jersey bunched up around her breasts and her left thumb hooked into the band of her shorts and pushing them dangerously down.
"Mmmm," she sighed, a little smile tilting her lips.
"Honey, I need your permission to use the downstairs shower," I continued. I wisped across her lips with my own. Her smile blossomed into full-blown pleasure.
"Okay...I'm getting up, I'm getting up," she moaned.
Vivian slowly opened her eyes as she stretched and twisted her body to wakefulness.
"Good morning, Zane," she yawned with this adorable little grin on her face.
"You look beautiful," I complimented quietly.
"Mmmm...thank you," she purred. "You look...Zane! What are you doing?" she bolted upright, barely missing a head-on-head collision.
"I'm asking you permission to go down to the fifth floor and take a shower," I repeated.
"Why didn't you simply sneak past me?" she propped herself up on her elbows.
"I said I would wait on your decision, so I waited. Can I please, please do something," I pleaded, "before I go nuts?"
"Ummm, okay," Vivian said cautiously. I reached down to her midsection and she flinched so I held back. No word passed for several seconds so I resumed my journey to her pushed up sleeping jersey and slowly pulled it down until her stomach and crotch were covered.
"Zane," Vivian sighed, "could you control your hormones for thirty minutes...when you are awake?"
"I have to go now," I stood up, "because covering you up didn't make you any less attractive."
"Zane," Vivian came off the sofa and followed me, "you should attempt to look at a woman as a fellow follower of Christ and less in terms of beautiful and ugly and you might be happier. Go take a shower." She's telling me this with an earnest warm face and finely sculpted legs that disappear right below the crotch into that billowing Dallas Cowboys shirt.
"Go on and fuck the bitch," Rio growled as she traipsed by with Mercy's hand on her shoulder. Barbie Lynn came slowly limping behind. Barbie flashed me a grin and I raced to catch up. At the bottom of the stairs something occurred to me.
"Hon, where is your towel?" I asked Barbie Lynn. She shot me an apologetic smile.
I stepped behind Barbie Lynn, ran a hand along her hip to the curve of her stomach and kissed her on the neck.
"Take mine; I'll catch up," I chuckled. I draped my towel over her shoulder and bounded up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs I stumbled to a stop. Vivian had only then finished taking off her jersey and was holding it in her left hand. The bottom of the shirt scrapped the ground. Vivian looked at me, neither shocked, ashamed, nor outraged. Her breasts were freaking gorgeous, fully round, buoyant, and with a miniscule droop. Her pale blue panties left little to the imagination, her pussy lips clearly camel toed.
"I apologize," I quickly spun away and raced to my sleep area. I grabbed a towel and headed straight for the stairs.
"Zane, it is okay," Vivian called out. She'd covered her breasts and diaphragm with the jersey.
"Huh?"
"I don't mind; I know you didn't mean to see me so I'm not offended and I don't feel you went back on your word," she related with a sense of grace. I wasn't truly sure of what word I hadn't gone back on but she appeared happy.
"Does that mean you can flash me your ta-ta's guilt free?" I asked hopefully.
Vivian regarded me with amusement.
"Zane, constantly being distracted by unbridled sexuality will not leave you content," she lectured me patiently. We regarded each other for some time. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"If you are going to offer...could you come over here, turn around, bend over, grab your ankles and finally look past your thigh at me?" I cringed.
She shook her head, regarded me once, then rolled her eyes.
"I may not be able to save you but I'm not going to shove you down to damnation either," she stated firmly.
"Do it; I won't take advantage of you and I'll tell you a valuable secret," I offered.
Normally my chance of success with Vivian and that line was nil -- but the convergence of a Gabrielle's midnight visit and her desire to show me that trust and honesty could exist without a sexual context brought her to me. She slowly turned around and assumed my desired position. I rabidly wanted to step up to her, gently slip her panties aside and take her pussy with deep languid strokes.
"Please stand up," I groaned. Once she was up I leaned into her ear. "You are not a virgin," I whispered carefully. Vivian tensed slightly. "All it means to me is that you know what you are talking about when you mention sexuality and I have to treat you with more respect. I apologize for prying." She twisted to face me and was about to say something but I put a finger to her lips to silence her.
"People are listening," I cautioned her quietly.
"Thank you for that," Vivian whispered. "It was one time in high school and we had exchanged Promise Rings. It was a mistake we both regret."
"It's all cool," I grinned. "I kind of wish your first time had turned you into a wild sex monkey and you and your beau planned on having five hundred kids, but we're good."
"Zane," Vivian sounded exasperated, "I pity the woman you decide to marry."
"What?" I acted shocked, "I would never cheat on my wife."
"Oh, I believe you, but I fear the poor woman would die from exhaustion," she scolded me.
"She'd die happy?" I offered up as my only defense.
"Lord, give me strength," Vivian groaned. "Go take a shower."
"Gotchya, Boss," I beamed happily. I turned half way to the door, then gave a backward glance. "Vivian, if you ever need anything, just ask."
"I...." she was about to scold me but she stopped and sighed. "Fine, Zane, I know you mean well; now go." I winked and raced away. I could swear Vivian believed she was getting a crash course in Mothering a Teenage Boy.
BIKER BAR HORROR STORY
It had been a hard day of first-round semester testing plus restructuring the Marksmanship and Orienteering Clubs. I still managed to get in sufficient studying (in my opinion) for Friday's round of activities. At lunch I had a little talk with Cordelia and Christina about Gabrielle Black and their fears concerning her. I really wish both women hadn't looked so concerned. I would have preferred they called me paranoid instead.
I was sitting watching some bizarre sitcom rerun with an arm around Iona when Rio came rocketing up the stairs.
"Hey, Princess," she screamed at me (in case anyone has missed it, Rio is a freak), "Val found out about a Biker bar called the Dixie Roadhouse and we're heading there. Do you want in?"
I looked down to Iona who, despite a look of fearful concern, gave me a nod of consent.
"Sure thing, Rio," I said, as I popped over the sofa and pulled Iona along after me.
"Zane, you are not going out to a bar," Vivian rose to the challenge. "You are only eighteen."
"If I don't go, we may not get Rio back," I cautioned my guardian.
"Speaking of which: Rio, where is Mercy?" Vivian rounded on my 'Bro'.
"I ambushed her: hit her in the head with the Gutenberg Bible and tied her to the back of Valerie's hog," Rio smiled proudly. Pulling Iona along with me, I pursued Rio down the stairs.
"I promise I'll bring them all back," I shouted to Vivian. She was kind enough not to chase me down and make me stay.
The Dixie Roadhouse looked like some sort of converted barn with a few cobbled together outbuildings. Mine was probably not the first car to grace this dirt parking lot but it was definitely rare to have a ride with four wheels parked here. I had Rio and Mercy with me. Of course, Mercy had not been beaten and tied up for tonight's outing. Iona had ridden gleefully on the back of Val's bike.
"This is going to be epic," Rio exulted.
"That's right," I joked tragically. "We are five teenagers in school uniforms going into a place that constantly lays down new sawdust to cover up all the blood."
"Hey, Sissy-Boy," Rio punched me, "this is on my Bucket List, so don't wimp out on me now."
We quickly paired up, Rio with Mercy and Iona with me. Val -- Valkyrie went in alone as she felt that would increase her odds of survival. She also wore her Stormriders' patch and colors. Unfortunately, the rest of her gang was two thousand miles away.
"Rio," Valerie coughed as she handed Rio a switchblade. Rio snickered, flipped the blade out several times in quick succession before stealthily stashing it into her waist band.
'Thank God,' I thought, 'she actually knows how to use a knife.' The double doors leading into the bar/club were propped open so we migrated in as a group. People didn't stop and stare but they managed a passable job of telling us to 'get the hell out' with their eyes alone. Valerie led us to the bar where the lone bartender took his time getting to us.
The guy was going for the chest hair with a black leather vest look along with copious amounts of facial hair.
"We don't serve kids," he growled out when he stopped in front of Valkyrie.
"We are not high school kids, we are not cops; we are college kids who need a damn drink, not a lecture. So are you going to give us shit or a beer, because there must be a dozen lame college dumps we can go slumming at."
"Who are you?" he grumbled.
"Valkyrie -- Stormriders," Valerie answered.
