Part XIII - 9: All According to Plan

Tim J. Brandon Level: Freshman Major: BS Busn Admin

Course Crd *--Class times--*

Name hrs Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday **** Eng 101 3 0800-0920 0800-0920 Econ 101 3 0930-1050 0930-1050 Hist 101 3 1000-1050 1000-1050 1000-1050 Chem 101 5 1100-1150 1100-1150 1100-1150 1100-1150 X " LAB 1400-1650 Col Alg 3 1400-1450 1400-1450 1400-1450 1400-1450

Joe E. Thomas Level: Freshman Major: BS Biol

Course Crd *--Class times--*

Name hrs Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday **** Eng 101 3 0800-0850 0800-0850 0800-0850 Col Alg 3 0900-0950 0900-0950 0900-0950 0900-0950 Chem 101 5 1100-1150 1100-1150 1100-1150 1100-1150 X " LAB 1400-1650 Biol 101 5 1200-1250 1200-1250 1200-1250 1200-1250 " LAB 1300-1630

"Shit," Joey said as we compared schedules the next morning while walking to his first class.

"Well, at least we have chemistry together," I sighed, marking an X next to it on both our schedules. "I told you we should have declared the same major," I teased.

"Well at least my major has something to do with what we're here for," Joey countered.

"True, but when you shot down my idea of going for a general degree so we wouldn't have to take any of the harder classes, I figured I better go for something I'm interested in. Both my mom and my dad have a BS in business administration, and even if they didn't really earn them, I figured it should come easier to me since they seem to like it."

"Heh. In their case BS means a Bull Shit degree. Shit, Tim. I wonder if we'll really get a degree when we get that far, or do what they did and just... You know... Take the easy way."

"I don't know... I mean, I want to say we'll do it the right way, but from the way our high school days were going... "

"Yeah... I know what you mean," Joey said as he opened the door for us to the building with his first class.

Since we were now officially in the second week of classes, both Joey and I took a moment before he went into the classroom to activate his cloaking personality. The class had already been in session for a good twenty minutes, so we didn't give the cloak a quick test like we had originally planned. I sat outside the classroom in case something went wrong, feeling Joey's nervousness concerning both entering the class a week late and using his cloak in front of all those people for the first time.

Things went as well as could be expected, although Joey had to do a few last minute tweaking of his cloak personality when it kept smiling his "Hey, beautiful" smile at the teacher whenever she looked his way.

When the class ended, Joey and I followed the instructor to her office to get Joey copies of the previous week's handouts. She was the same instructor I had for my English Composition class, and she was telling Joey about how I had nearly jumped out of my seat when she had asked me my name last Tuesday.

Joey dropped his cloak as we were walking to the next class, and I noted he seemed more at ease than before meeting Mrs. Rickman. He made the comment that at least we could still study together for her class, but then realized since it was a composition class, there wouldn't really be any tests to study for, just papers to write.

We lucked out again when his College Algebra teacher was also the same as mine, and we gave each other five realizing we would at least be sharing the math work load. After I sensed him relaxing in his seat, I left to try out my own cloaking personality in the cafeteria, then almost missed him leaving with the teacher to get the stuff he had missed in that class.

Once we were on my way to my history class, I kept waiting for Joey to lower his cloak, but he never did. When we arrived at my class, he gave me a friendly pat on the back and said, "Later, dude," then left to go explore on his own for a while.

I nearly forgot to activate my cloaking personality, then more or less sat back in my own mind to watch everything that went on, ready to grab control back in case I had to correct something.

After only a few very minor changes, I found my cloaked personality was handling everything perfectly, and started to pay less attention to what it was doing. I hadn't actually used my cloaking personality in class before, and I realized that I had been stupid for not doing so. It actually was kind of cool letting it do all the work, but by the time the class was over, I was getting pretty tired of not having anything to do myself.

Joey wasn't outside the class when it ended, but he showed up almost right afterwards sweating like a nun in labor. (If you were a nun, and you were labor... Well, I'd be sweatin' it pretty gosh darn hard. Wouldn't you?)

"What happened?" my cover self said for me.

"Nothin'," he said grinning wildly. "Just lost track of time talking to this chick. Ready to go to chemistry?"

After already having endured four classes in that packed room, I didn't really think about the emotional turmoil pressing in on me as the room filled up around us. But it was still a comfort feeling Joey's presence beside me, especially while I didn't have the usual distraction of having to pay attention in class.

I ended up thinking about how well Joey was handling everything his first day. I had been a wreck by this point, but Joey had even talked to a girl, apparently even he having been the one to initiate the conversation.

We reluctantly parted company again after class since I usually ate lunch with Nick, and Joey had another class to go to.

Nick and I weren't even looking for Alicia or the Asian guy who we had seen her with, but sure enough, we noticed him looking around the room with his tray in his hands, his neck showing the marks of Alicia's sucking mouth in four different places.

When he gave up looking for her, he joined a group of friends, joining in the conversation while keeping an eye out for you know who.

Nick and I decided not to bother him with our tales, and after joking about what kind of underwear he probably had lost to Alicia, we left to go watch one of the pornos Joey had brought.

"Shit," Nick said as the two woman started going at it. "This is good stuff."

"Haven't you ever seen a porno before?" I asked.

"Sorta," he said, his attention fixed on the two women working each other over.

"Sorta?"

"Uhm, well, I haven't actually seen a X rated movie like this before, but there was this one R rated move where you see a guy and a girl fucking. Shit. I wish I was the one sucking that breast... "

"Yeah, her tits are good sucking tits. See how Lisa can get part of the areola to bulge into her mouth while she sucks? I love those kind."

"You sound like you've tried them," he said matter of fact like.

I was tempted to tell him I had, but didn't since it wasn't part of my cover personality's story. I had already bragged about too many things that my cover personality didn't include in its memories. I hadn't lied about any of it, just didn't want to make myself look like a bull shitter, especially if someone scanned my cover-self's thoughts.

"I have... in my dreams, you know?" I said, nudging him with my elbow.

"Hell yeah. I'll probably have a great big wet one tonight," he joked.

"Hey Nick. Can I ask you a really personal question?" I asked.

"How personal?" he said looking up and losing the grin on his face from my serious look.

"Personal. As personal as you probably can get," I said in a hushed voice.

He glanced at the screen, then back at me for a moment, then frowned and said, "I don't know... Tell me your question, then maybe I'll answer it and maybe I won't."

"All right," I said, seeing his uneasiness peeking through the forced look of confidence on his face. "Ever since I came here and Alicia gave me that blowjob, I've been fighting the urge to jerk off at night. I know Greg and several of the other guys do it when they get the chance alone, but I don't feel it's right to do it alone. I'm not asking you to do it with me or anything, just... Well, do you do it? If you don't... How do you resist? Especially after Alicia... "

"Shit," he said, his eyes back on the screen yet not watching it. He was struggling on whether to answer my question truthfully or not, finding it hard to admit to the truth even when he felt he could trust me with it.

When he reached a decision, he took the remote and paused the tape before looking at me with a serious look.

"If you ever tell anyone... "

"The only person I'd ever tell is Joe. We don't keep secrets, you know?"

"All right. If you trust him that well, I guess it's... okay. One of the first things Lenny told me when we first started being room mates was that he jerked off every night, and if I wanted to, it would be just between him, me and my hand. So, to answer your question, I don't resist. Lenny usually starts jerking himself off, then I guess I do it to because he's doing it. I'm not gay though."

"I didn't think you were," I said surprised at his mentioning it. "Thanks Nick. Wasn't exactly what I was hoping you'd say, but its cool with me. Maybe if Joe feels like it, we'll start jerking of again. I don't know... "

"Do you talk about stuff like that with him a lot?" Nick asked.

"Sometimes. I mean, we've done practically everything together. He's like my brother, you know?"

"But you don't... Jerk each other off, do you?" he asked cautiously.

"Look, are you going to watch the flick? Or ask me about what I tell and do with my best friend?"

"Well, since you mentioned it," he said after a moment's hesitation. "There is just one other thing, then we can go back to the movie. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to... "

I sighed, then said "I guess I started this. Go ahead and ask it."

He opened his mouth, then shut it, unsure if he should ask something so personal or not. He straighten his posture, then tried looking me in the eye, but then lost his nerve again.

"Stop stalling and ask, you wimp!" I said giving him a friendly shove.

"All right! Do you two talk about sex at night?"

"Huh?" I asked, having prepared to answer a much more revealing question. "Uhm, sometimes. Well, not really. Why? Do you?"

"A friend and I used to on the phone, but we got burnt out of it and stopped. I just wondered, that's all," he said before turning back and starting the movie up again.

I sat there, realizing how innocent Nick was to the ways of the world. Even though he was two years older than I was, I felt that I was more mature in many ways. Nick probably still got hard just looking at a playboy's cover, let alone a centerfold.

I left Nick alone after it became clear he was dying to shoot off, but he wasn't about to do it around me. So I spent the remaining time I had looking for Alicia without having any success.

When I got to my 2:00 algebra class, Blake was already there talking to his pal and a couple of others.

"... and I still haven't gotten used to the chicks throwing themselves at me. Its worth every bit of it, trust me."

"What's worth it?" I asked, pretty sure I knew.

"Hey... er... Tim, right? Yeah... You probably could use it more than these guys do."

"What?" I repeated.

"The Eta's special workout, that's what. Starting next week, yours truly and a bunch of my frat brothers are starting the annual Gamma Alpha Eta muscle building program in our weight room."

"You guys have a weight room?" my cover-self asked with enthusiasm. "Shit, I looked all over campus the day I got here for one. Does it cost anything to use it?"

"Sorry, bud. We're not a fitness club that you can just pay a membership fee to use our equipment. The only way you could get to use our stuff is by asking a Eta member, such as myself, to coach you in our initiate program."

"Yeah?" my cover-self said with an expression of hopeful excitement. "Do you think you could coach me? I'd do anything to get in the Etas. You guys have everything."

"I'm not sure you'll qualify the first time since, no offense bud, but you're kind of small. But even if you don't get in at mid semester this time, you could always try again at the end of the semester, and you'll be ahead of the game then."

"So you'll coach me?" I said, giving him the younger-brother-wants-to-idolize- his-older-brother look that I had copied from Jason and a few others.

"Here," he said, handing me a ten page packet with the Gamma Alpha Eta logo on the coversheet. "Look this over and fill out the forms if you're really interested, then come to one of the information sessions listed on the first page. You'll have to take a physical right after the session if you're still wanting to get in, and they'll want a urine sample so don't go before the session. They just want to make sure you're not on drugs or some shit like that. Here, you guys want one too, I know you do... " he said, passing some more packets out to the four or five guys actively listening to what he was saying.

My cover-self quickly scanned through the packet while the teacher was getting ready to start class, then reluctantly put it away to take notes. I was strongly tempted to override and take another look at the packet, but I knew from that moment on, any such interruption or alteration of my cover personality would be at the risk of someone detecting my extremely low telepathic activity while I did so. The fun was over. Now all there was left was a lot of work, and lot more waiting.

Joey, Nick, and I sat in the front row with our filled out forms in hand that Thursday evening. Joey had approached one of the two Eta's in his Biology class after I used the share link to tell him about my conversation with Blake. After Joey's biology lab got out, we went to the cafeteria to meet Nick, only to find that not only had he already got his own packet, he had two extra sets for us.

The turn out at the information session was huge, but since we had gotten there three hours early, a large number of the Eta's had talked to us, eager to keep us enthusiastic about trying to get in. Everyone one of them told us if we did everything we were supposed to in our workouts without slacking off, we would get in even if we didn't pass what they called the muscle requirement.

The information session was very direct and open. Mike, the fraternity's leader, explained that the main reason the Eta members always had better grades after joining was from the physical exercise they required all members to perform. Their concept was based on the belief that the mind performed better if the body is driven to the point of exhaustion several times a week. He kept repeating their motto, "A healthy and fit body produces a healthy and fit mind."

Mike denied any sort cheating or even tutoring to improve the grades of their frat brothers. And after that topic had been exhausted, he landed a bombshell that caused quite a stir.

"No member of the Gamma Alpha Eta is allowed to have sex without the permission of its leaders and the testing of the intended partners."

Once the crowd had stopped laughing and saw he was serious, a lot of shouting went on about rights and such. But Mike didn't back down, and after seven or eight guys got up and left, he continued answering questions until they had been exhausted too.

The next topic he launched concerned the topics of drugs, smoking, and other no- nos, ending up on the subject of no unauthorized drinking, and the amounts would always be limited by the leaders.

After a few other people left, and the rest of the crowd had swallowed that bitter pill, he went on to give the official benefits. Every member graduated on time with grades exceeding their original expectations. The cooking was good and while it was also healthy, he noted that he never heard anyone complain they didn't like the grub.

All the fraternity beds were full size, explaining that with the increase in body size, twin beds or laughably even the bunks in the dorms were simply were not acceptable. The workouts were scheduled as to not conflict with they school work, and since there wasn't much time for entertainment with all the workout periods, their weight rooms were each equipped with large TVs with over a hundred cable channels, and kick ass sound systems that out performs anything else on campus.

And while no one was permitted to get drunk off their ass, the alcohol was free at the parties. Mike naturally added that you had to be of age to drink, but everyone there knew that once you were a Eta they didn't really enforce that rule.

Mike also stated that any approved sexual activity was completely kept confidential, and that if requested, they may use the frat's "romance room" which contained a waterbed, a full sized mirror on the ceiling, and a supply of condoms which were required in intercourse with a woman.

Someone in the crowd pondered whether the gays would have to use condoms too, causing a large outbreak of laughter which was killed when Mike responded by saying, "If they both tested to be free from any possible infection, then no, they wouldn't have to use the condom, but we generally stress you still should. We don't have many homosexuals in our fraternity, but we don't penalize them. If you have a problem coexisting with someone who is bi or gay, you won't fit in here. No one has ever been forced into a sexual encounter of any kind. If you're not gay, you don't have to worry about someone dropping the soap and asking you to pick it up. That simply doesn't happen here. Any questions?"

Surprisingly there wasn't, so then Mike turned it over to another member to instruct us how to turn in our forms and take our physicals.

That was probably the most difficult part. There really wasn't a mad rush to the next room, but there were enough people ahead of us that it took a good twenty minutes before I could hand someone my form and watch them process it. Once they had confirmed my identity by examining my drivers license and student ID, I was given a little plastic cup with a number on it, and told to fill it before going to an examination room.

Actually, the examination rooms were just those office cubicles, and since you could see that they were stripped naked inside them, I knew that my cover personality was going to have a blush fit any moment.

My cheeks were already red by the time I stepped in the bathroom to fill my cup, then after I finished emptying myself into the urinal, I passed Joey on the way out.

He messaged me through the link that it wasn't funny, and I was about to message back to ask what he was talking about when he came back out and I noticed his body flush.

Both I and my cover personality had a good chuckle about that, but we cooled our humor when they called next, escaping Joey's murderous looks by stepping into the open cubical.