Author's note:
This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very,
very
long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else.
No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with
the beginning of Part 1
and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course.
All sexual activity portrayed anywhere in this story involves only people at least eighteen years old.
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Tuesday morning was beautiful. Jenny and I ran together and talked, keeping it low and cutting off whenever we passed anyone or were passed, closely. The course was wide enough that people often passed at a safe distance. I thought there were more people out than usual, by a third or so. Mostly Jenny talked and I listened, which meant she got a much better workout than I did. We had to slow down enough that she had breath for extended conversation. But I thought that I'd been slightly wrong, that we were better matched than I'd realized.
What Jenny had to say about my questions was that no, she wasn't looking for serious romance, but a good friend and yes, studying biology whenever we could manage time and opportunity. I really had been worried. If I were looking for something more than friendship, Jenny would have been high on the list, but Claire would have been, too. And maybe others I'd just never thought of that way and didn't know well enough. I hoped she was being honest with me about this. I cared a lot for her, more than I had realized, and for sure didn't want her to get hurt. I'd already found out that sex could make me feel affection, if it was a girl I was a little fond of already.
And Barbara had showed that it didn't take even that. She was pretty enough, and in a way straightforward in dealing with everyone, no hidden agendas or anything, but she was standoffish enough that I'd never seen her as attractive. Had there been three other attractive forfeits out there, I'd never have gotten around to her. But having done so, I felt differently toward her, and she sure did toward me. I was sure she wasn't expecting more than friendship, but I was glad to have that.
Jenny said suddenly, "Phil, tomorrow in gym. If you catch your partner, and I don't forfeit, would you let me watch you with whomever? Assuming some girls do forfeit?"
"I don't know. For me, fine, if it's OK for you. But think about it a moment. Some of them are going to feel humiliated at having to spread their legs out for all comers, or I'd imagine so. Having spectators may be really hard. Having you come with me and watch may be worse. I'd suggest maybe just kind of coming along separately. Mr. Miles did say spectators were expected, and think of what Ms. Miller went through, so I guess so." At this point I was the one getting a harder workout, trying to talk while we ran. And I was having to think as I talked and ran, too.
We finished and went in. I showered and got dressed. I worked on a class assignment until time for breakfast. When I'd collected my food, Jenny wasn't there yet, and I sat down with another friend, Jim Dandy. Of course, despite all the classes we had, gym class was what we were talking about, and conversations I could hear at other tables were all the same. I saw Jenny come in and collect food, hesitate, and then head our way. She greeted both of us, and we continued our conversation, filling in context for her as needed. The cafeteria wasn't as full as usual. I thought maybe a few people were skipping breakfast, but mostly people were coming in, eating fast, and leaving, so that about as many as usual were eating, just not all together.
Jenny had heard in the shower that Ms. Miller had been telling me off, and asked what it was about. I said I didn't want to go into much detail, but she felt I'd taken advantage of her and then sassed her about it. Jim asked about how sex with her had been, and I answered honestly: I'd wanted a turn pretty badly, and it had been very disappointing, but I didn't think it was her, just the circumstances. I described the stickiness and the smell. I said how I thought she'd been so stretched out by all the pounding that she wasn't tight enough, no muscle tone left, and mentioned that I'd already had sex not only with my partner but also with all the other forfeits. I asked him not to mention that part to anyone else. I wasn't really worried. Jim liked to act, well, a little goofy, but he wasn't given to gossip at all.
We didn't really linger, though. People were still trickling in and out as we left. I used the rest of breakfast and the short study time to good advantage, finding I was able to get everything for that day done, if not as well as I'd have liked, and hurried off to math. We were preparing for a test in a couple of days.
My second class was history. I sat by Jenny, and Fred Fellows sat on the other side of me. Mr. Henley didn't really cut us any slack, and I was glad my paper was in shape to hand in. Several people weren't ready, and he made pointed remarks about not waiting for the last minute on our assignments since unexpected things might happen. In this case, that was reasonable, since the paper had been assigned a week earlier. I myself had only had to run my last revisions through spell check and print it.
By the time gym came, I'd heard more on this theme from other teachers. I'd used every minute I had. Even the couple of minutes left between classes, after I'd gotten to my next class.
We studied together before supper, in my room this time. No biology, except that we kissed a little. I wanted more, but we needed to get things done. After supper, we studied in Jenny's room. Again, we were too busy for biology projects. Someone else was on hall duty, so I only saw Ms. Miller in gym class in her role as instructor. Jenny and I made a date to run in the morning, again.
Wednesday morning, after running, we did some calisthenics, too. I enjoyed watching Jenny's body bounce as she did jumping jacks, even though the sports bra and her relatively small breast size prevented any large movements.
In gym, we started off all gathered together for partner selection, but Mr. Miles asked first whether anyone had any questions. One girl raised her hand and asked, "What happens if someone who forfeited has to go to the lav? You said they're supposed to stay where they are."
"Very good question. I should have anticipated it. At some point when no one is applying a penalty to you, you may go off to the lavatory. Go directly to the gatekeeper and explain what you're doing, and be gone no more than five minutes, and check in with the gatekeeper and return directly. No hiding out in the lavatory to avoid penalties. No more than once per class session." There was a very small lavatory building adjacent to the course, quite near the starting lines and thus near the finish lines. It had separate sides for girls and boys. The boys' side had one urinal and two toilets and a sink with dispensers for soap and paper towels. It was plain enough that we were normally supposed to make it through gym without needing to use the lavatory, but that out of the whole class a few were likely to need to go on any given day.
When partners were chosen, my heart sank. My partner was Ellen Chan. She was stunningly beautiful. I thought of her as petite, but she wasn't really. Where Jenny, Claire, and Barbara were all a couple of inches shorter than I was, she was a couple of inches shorter yet—probably average for a woman or a hair less. Her waist was as slender in proportion to her height as theirs, but her hips and ass were rounder and her bust beautifully larger in proportion. She was a really smart one. Chinese, I was pretty sure, though I really couldn't tell Chinese from Japanese, say. Her English was flawless, better than mine, but I thought her parents had been immigrants. Or maybe her grandparents. I didn't really know her all that well. The problem right then was that she was also really athletic. She might be headed for the Olympics or something, eventually, probably in gymnastics of some kind, she was that good. But I knew I'd never catch her. Running wasn't her strongest thing, obviously, or she would have been in group one. And in fact I wondered why she wasn't. We chatted cordially enough, but I felt doomed.
She took off running at about my fastest speed, which might sound OK unless you realized she could probably keep it up the whole way. There was nothing for it but to run as fast as I thought I could continue, faster than I was comfortable with, but she was widening the gap the whole time. At least it would be a penalty, not a forfeit, I told myself, if I kept enough attention up to not interfere with anyone else. I rounded the trees to see her still pretty far up, maybe not pulling ahead quite as fast. She looked back to see where I was, and tripped and fell. She went into a smooth roll, almost a textbook example of how to do it, and rolled up to her feet, then looked around for just an instant. But I had instantly poured on everything I had, knowing this was my only chance, and as she turned to start running I tackled her. That's a self-serving way of saying that I grabbed her and collapsed, gasping for breath, dragging her down with me.
People managed to avoid us, and we crawled over to the rope and under it as quickly as we could. We got up and walked off a little way. I said, through heavy panting, "I'm supposed to tear your clothes off, by force if necessary, but you know as well as I do that I'm whipped enough that I can't do it if you seriously resist. You can probably out-wrestle me anyway. I hope either you won't really resist or that you'll let me catch my breath, anyway." I wasn't gasping desperately by this time, but I was still having trouble talking that much, and I was dripping sweat in buckets, whereas she still looked almost fresh.
She said, "Take your time, I'm not going anywhere. That's what the rules say. As for wrestling, you're fit enough yourself, and I'm not in your weight class. You could pin me easily enough, though I admit that I could probably keep slipping loose, but you'd get them off in the end. Admittedly, they will call time on us after a while."
"But that would be your victory, not mine. I'd get the penalty, not you."
