Free Andy Stevenson vs. The Lord of the Loins by Kage Alan Page B

reasons she'd apparently snapped back into reality was because some young man on campus was nice to her, and she felt the need to repay the favor in ways the poor unsuspecting sod could never imagine. How he was nice to her remained a mystery, as did his identity, but all would be revealed tonight ... probably in more ways than one.
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    I shaved, showered and put on a fresh change of clothes. It wasn't that I was out to impress anybody, but it never hurt to at least look and smell approachable, just in case. Oy, these gay genes were a bitch. Heck, I even added a squirt of Polo for no particular reason.
    Kim called three times to see if Kendra had arrived yet and to make sure we were still coming and didn't require an escort should I decide to grab my friend and make a run for it. Of course we were still coming. I wasn't about to test her resolve tonight, even for fun. Kim had handcuffs, and I knew for a fact she knew how to use them. Hell, her entire floor knew she knew how to use them—and had.
    Kendra showed up just as I was taping a note to my door to let her know where I was. She gave me a great big hug then dumped a duffel bag in my room and demanded to be led to the nearest bathroom. Since this was a guy's floor and we were going up to Kim's for the party, I led the way to their bathroom. Besides, I'm sure it smelled better than ours.
    There was a sign on Kim's door stating that they were further down the hall in the lounge and another one underneath letting someone named Steve know that everything was fine, that it hadn't broken. It was official—nothing was sacred.
    There was music playing in the distance, which broke me out of my stupor about poor Steve, and I knew Kim was playing a tape I'd made her. She might not love me for my sexual preference when she found out, mostly because that made me competition, but she loved my music.
    "Andy!” Kim yelled out when she saw us. “Come here. I want to meet your friend while I'm still sober and dressed. Meow meow meow..."
    There were almost a dozen people in the lounge we had to make our way past or over to get to her.
    "Did you bring the tapes?” She held her hand out.
    "I thought you wanted to meet my friend?"
    "Oh, honey, she's welcome here, but your white ass ain't if you didn't bring the tapes.” Kim turned to Kendra. “It's really nice to meet you ... you poor, poor girl for having to grow up with this.” She gestured to me, and Kendra giggled. I'd have to have a little chat with her later on about a little eight letter word called betrayal . “Anything you see in the room to eat or drink is yours. All I ask is that you save one man ... maybe two ... for me, and I'll introduce you to one of them in a minute. As for you...” She turned back to me. “...entrance fee, please."
    "Here.” I pulled two cassettes out of my back pocket and handed them over. “Payment for services rendered?” I winked.
    "Don't tease.” Kim grabbed them out of my hand. “You know I'm fragile.” She went over to the stereo and changed the tapes.
    "She's really sweet, Andy, and I'm sure she keeps you in line,” Kendra remarked.
    "Yeah.” I smiled. “she's a regular tramp—champ!” Kendra gave me a light smack on the arm. She may be Italian and tall, but she had quite a bit in common with Kim in that they shared the same look in their eyes that suggested they were capable of more than what one saw at first glance.
    "You must be Andy.” A girl I hadn't noticed standing close to us addressed me.
    "I hope so, because I'm wearing his underwear.” I smiled. “And you are?"
    "Alexia ... Alex, the tramp's sister."
    What? Nobody could think to introduce me to the “evil sista” before I went and opened my big damn mouth? I mean, it's not like I could have known. The girl was a little bit younger and shorter, but her mannerisms were all Miss Kim and...
    Okay, maybe I should have known.
    "That was a joke.” I didn't quite know what to say.
    "It's okay, really.” Alex