. 07

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 did come too soon. I really didn't want to get up, but I shaved and got dressed, and went out to meet Jenny. She was waiting for me, and we headed out. As we ran, I said a little more about my discussion with Wilma. I told her how hard pretty much everything the day before, at least the afternoon, had hit me, emotionally, and thanked her for having gone to Wilma, back before Jenny herself and I had reconnected.

"I'm kind of surprised, and really sorry, that it took her so long to think it through and talk to you," Jenny said. "But I guess I shouldn't be. You knew, and I knew, that you hadn't meant what she thought you had, but it had hurt her so much at the time, and ever since."

"I'm sorry, too, but I understand perfectly well why it took so long to think it through and change her thinking. And then, well, I don't know whether you were hanging back or you heard, once she decided she needed to talk to me, there wasn't much opportunity, and my valkyries—that's her word choice!—were always around me, and you intimidated her. She said if anyone else had been with us yesterday she would have chickened out, and probably she would have anyway if she hadn't been so worried about getting ragged on in the showers. That made it feel urgent to her."

"You know, somehow we haven't been very effective in intimidating anyone else, it seems."

"She did say—well, I took her to mean that no one was getting taunted in the showers last night. I'm glad about that, if that's right."

"It is. I heard you say you didn't want to know who was behind it, so I won't say, but something seemed to be wrong with the ringleader. A good thing, too, I think.

"And are you going to tell me what was going on with Brown?"

"'Fraid not. It was something really, really bad, and I'm kind of sorry I know about it myself. Except that I was shoved into the position to find out about it in a way that let me help Maggie when she desperately needed it. Both providing comfort and some other help, which was uncomfortable but necessary. If we're all lucky, at some point you'll probably know. But thank you for being understanding."

"Well, it was obvious that something was going on. For you of all people to get called in for sassing Ms. Miller, anyone who knows you and most everyone else too should be able to know that was bogus. And so many people made rude remarks about her last week, singling Brown out seems pretty fishy. But go ahead and be mysterious! See if I care!" She smiled and took my arm for a moment to make sure I knew she was teasing.

We eventually went back in to shower, and the rest of the day seemed pretty normal. I managed to get caught up on studying, or close enough. Instead of studying biology, though, Jenny and I went off to lift weights. With everything else, I'd been slacking off on that—and she had too—and I'm sorry to say it was pretty sporadic for the rest of the year. I occasionally tried to get back into doing it regularly, but there was just too much else to do.

So Tuesday left me not getting any of the sexual activity I was beginning to expect on a daily basis.

The rest of the week went normally—if there was such a thing any more. After all, the game was new, visitation in each others' wings was new, not getting scolded or worse for displaying affection in public—at least, as long as it wasn't too extreme—was new. And of course we had the game Thursday in gym.

But Jenny and I got up to run, we went to classes as usual and studied for them as usual—together, which was still pretty new. I caught my partners in gym, and Jenny evaded hers. I took turns with the forfeits. The girls and I studied biology a reasonable amount—reasonable for me, not necessarily for any one of them. We were all caught up, and doing a better job than usual at pleasing our instructors.

In fact, we were caught up enough that Friday night and the visitation hours of Saturday were pretty much devoted to studying biology and not much more. We all knew what the next week was bringing, and wanted what we could manage beforehand. Of course, I was the limiting factor.

Sunday morning Jenny and I ran, as usual, but nothing else seemed normal. It's strange how quickly our expectations can change, sometimes. After all, we had only been having the game in gym for two weeks, but it felt like a lot longer. And it had brought a lot of changes with it! Jenny and I had reconnected, I was running with her and studying with her and the other girls instead of by myself, and I had several new friends and deeper friendships.

So somehow, the prospect of no sex for a week made everything feel a little surreal. We backed off a lot from physical contact at first, but after a couple of days we reinstated some of it. Brief hugs, but no fondling, kisses on the cheek or quick pecks on the mouth, but nothing lingering or passionate. I had been missing the closeness of just that human contact, the affection, and it became clear that I wasn't the only one—I wasn't the one who brought the subject up.

But running with Jenny and studying with the girls, I found myself overwhelmed sometimes by feelings of affection. Desire, too, yes, but mostly affection. Studying together still was proving more efficient than studying alone ever had been, but we all just talked sometimes. Mostly about school things, but sometimes about memories of things that had happened earlier in our lives, or about where we wanted to be in future years. We played Scrabble and other word games a few times, too.

Gym that week focused on softball and volleyball, some of us playing each of those each day. Of course, neither of these was anything new to us. Teams were assigned, possibly more or less at random.

Finally Sunday arrived. Early that afternoon, it seemed the girls' showers were particularly crowded, in a way that wasn't typical of any afternoon except after gym class on weekdays. I had instructions as to when to appear in Jenny's room, and while the program was ostensibly studying, well, we were all about as caught up as we could be, and it was obvious that we would be studying biology most of the time. As much as I could be ready, anyway. I was pretty excited, but the prospect was also kind of daunting.

By this time, having Ms. Miller there to check me in wasn't especially daunting. She teased me a little, looking stern. "After this week, I'm sure you're way behind. You'd better really work to catch up, especially for your reproductive biology exam." Having been told that she had romantic feelings toward me, and having seen that she seemed ready to accept not being able to act on those feelings, I felt even more attracted to her and fond of her than I had in the beginning. At least, if she was forfeit, I had some hope of screwing her, and it was plain that at least sometimes she could enjoy it as I had. I tried as best I could to treat her with friendly respect when I encountered her.

The usual girls were gathered in Jenny's room, with Moira and Rosa there too. Jenny said, "It's my room, and I hope it's fair to say I have first claim on Phil. I'm going first. And that may not be the best time, since he may be too ready and come too soon. I'll take that risk, I guess. After me, we'll roll dice for next turn, the ones who haven't had a turn yet. Even with the rest of the afternoon and evening, he may not be able to make it through us all. Phil, you'll enjoy it, but we're kind of putting pressure on you. I hope it's OK."

"In other circumstances I might object. You're right, it's not the best prospect, having to try to get ready as fast as possible, over and over, but this time I won't complain. And yes, I'm pretty eager myself, at this point."

The two of us got undressed and got in bed. We kissed and fondled for a couple of minutes, and Jenny told me, "You can already tell how wet I am. I know you'd like to eat me, but I think we're both eager enough that we'll pass on that. You get on top of me and come in right now. Please."

She was right, she didn't need any preliminaries at all. I somehow managed to last through her coming, once, but I couldn't last much longer after that. My coming did manage to trigger a second orgasm for her, fortunately. And then, when we'd both come down from that, I did take a minute to lick out her pussy, and she came again from that.

Rosa won the roll of the dice. She got herself undressed very quickly, and Jenny was hardly out of the bed before she was in it. I wasn't ready, of course, so I enjoyed kissing her and stroking and fondling for a while, not too long. Rosa turned to sucking on me as soon as I was stirring at all, and I was hard very quickly after that. "I'd love to keep that up," she told me, "but since I just get one go today I want you inside me, Phil. And I think you'd better not take the time to eat me, either. Sometime I hope we get another, longer time together."

She didn't come right away, but I wasn't quite that ready either. When it hit her, she came for a long time, and I couldn't hold back. She just felt wonderful to me. I couldn't help thinking of our first time, when she had found it so hard to believe that I actually found her attractive, and she loved me for doing so. Somewhere, buried inside her, I knew there was still a feeling that because of her figure she really wasn't pretty, but I'd managed to convince her that at least one guy sure thought she was.

It was Barbara's turn next, and since I knew it would take me longer to get ready, I began by eating her pussy, thoroughly. Several orgasms' worth. Barbara had come a long way from the standoffish "ice maiden, always alone" she had once called herself, when I had eaten her some just to make her first sexual intercourse not be horribly painful. I thought the next time she had been very responsive largely from gratitude, but though learning to open up to other people had often been uncomfortable for her, she had kept at it.

There certainly wasn't enough time before supper for another round, by then, so Jenny decreed that each of the remaining girls would get a few minutes to sit in my lap and kiss me. Naturally, I took the opportunity to do a little fondling, through clothes each time, and with a couple of them I rather thought that if the clothes hadn't been in the way they would have come even in that short time.

"Maybe after supper I should just start by eating each of them enough for them to come," I told Jenny, "and then see how far I can get."

"I don't think so, but we'll see." There were just a couple more minutes to spare before the first warning, and Jenny sat in my lap herself and kissed me until it sounded. She stood up and said, "We all need to kind of tidy up, I think. Phil, you'd better wash your face."

"If Ms. Miller wants to check me for perfume, let her."

"Phil, she won't need to check. Anyone can tell from a couple of feet away."

"Good. Let them. Am I supposed to be ashamed of you?"

"You're hopeless!" she said, but she was smiling, and she let it go. And indeed, as I passed the monitor's station, Ms. Miller said, "You didn't need to splash the whole bottle of perfume on, Morris. Just a dab is enough." She was smiling as she said it, though. And though they didn't say anything, it seemed pretty clear that a couple of the servers caught it it, too. I didn't care, I was just happy to have the week over and to have all these beautiful girls who wanted me, sex with me, not because I was any kind of great lover, but because they cared about me.

After supper, I did manage to make love to each of the remaining three in the time available. We all agreed that rushing through wasn't what we wanted, but that it was better than waiting.

Monday and Tuesday felt like we were back to normal. We actually got in a little less sex in the study times than we often had been. Our instructors were really loading us down. On the other hand, that week we had the game all five sessions of gym class.

That Thursday, however, was very eventful.

It didn't seem so at first. All of our classes, through gym, went as they always did. It was at supper that I observed something that concerned me.

Maggie Brown was seated at a nearby table, and she was complaining to her friends about a really severe headache. "It just feels like someone's pounding on my head with a hammer," she said, her voice getting louder as she spoke. She sounded like she was near tears. "It's kind of making me feel sick to my stomach, too." And indeed, I could see that she was kind of picking at her food without eating very much.

One of her friends said, "You need to go to the infirmary, it sounds like."

"Just the thought of walking there makes my head hurt worse. And I have studying to do. But you're right, it's so bad I need to do that. I think I'll have to go right after supper."

To my horror, I saw two boys at the table beyond Maggie's look at each other and kind of grin, then get up and leave their food and go off. They happened to be two of Wagner's cronies. In a few minutes they came back, grinning big, and started stuffing their food in as fast as they could.

A few minutes later, Wagner and the rest of his crew came by carrying softball mitts and a bag that looked like it had softball gear in it. "Come on," he told them. "Let's go outside and practice softball before it gets too dark to see." The two hurried to take their dishes back and then went after the others. From where I sat, I could see Wagner wave the bag of gear at the monitor. The monitor said something, probably pointing out that it would be dark within an hour, but Wagner said something, and then he and the rest just went on out.

Maggie was still kind of picking at her food and complaining about her headache. I told Jenny and the rest, "I'm sorry, it looks like I won't be there to study. There's something I need to do, and I can't even tell you what it is. If I can, I'll join you later, but it's not likely." I had kind of a knot in the pit of my stomach thinking about what was likely to happen, but I was determined to do whatever I needed to.

I wandered as casually as I could, and somewhat erratically, to the table nearest the doorway out to the area where the monitor's station, and sat down and tried to look like I was thinking about classwork.

Just a couple of minutes later, Maggie went by me, without noticing me sitting there. She looked really down. I called to her, and she stopped and came over to me.

"Phil, what are you doing over here?"

"Waiting for you, actually. I overheard you saying that you were going to the infirmary. May I escort you again?"

Something I couldn't recognize crossed her face for a moment. "Phil, you know how much it meant to me last time. But this time is different. I'll be fine." She stepped up to me and gave me a hug, going up on tiptoes to give me a kiss on the cheek. "I doubt I'll ever find another friend like you, and I mean that. And thank you. But this time I need to go alone."

Well, what could I say? I really had no right to insist. I hugged her, and bent to give her a kiss on the mouth, just a peck. "I really wish you would, but it has to be your choice."

She turned and went on and spoke to the monitor, and then went out and started down the walkway. Her feet were kind of dragging, and her progress wasn't very fast. Well, she had an awful headache.

I waited just a minute or two, then went up to the monitor myself. He was someone I didn't know, though I had seen him a few times. I rather thought he was one of the grounds crew, but I didn't really know. He knew me, though, because he addressed me by name.

"Morris, it's getting too late for you to go out now."

I said, "I'm sorry, sir, I don't really know who you are, but you really need to call Mr. Miles and tell him that Wagner and his buddies went out to waylay Brown on her way to the infirmary."

He looked surprised for a moment, then determined. "Morris, what other students are doing is none of your business, and I can't interrupt Mr. Miles because of some wild story you give me."

I had been afraid it was going to come to this. I was terrified enough to be feeling shaky, but I knew what I had to do. "I'm sorry. Call him anyway, and tell him I'm going after them." And I headed for the door.

"Morris, come back here! You don't have leave to go out!" That was all I heard as the door shut behind me.

Ahead of me, I could see Maggie, still walking very slowly, starting around the curve in the path that took it around a little thicket of small trees and brush. I hurried after her, but I didn't run. I couldn't see any good from my being with her when that many guys grabbed her. The only thing I'd been able to think of that I could possibly do was to try to jump Wagner from behind, by surprise, and do anything I could to incapacitate him. We had been taught fairly formalized wrestling, the type that high school kids did, nothing likely to be damaging. But we had been warned of some dangers to avoid. I kind of hoped I could land on his back and then either break his neck or crush his windpipe. If you're surprised that I was ready to try to kill him, well, it wasn't just absolute fury at the way he had treated me for more than three years, though I felt that. It was the thought of what he had done to poor Maggie once, and now was planning to do again.

As I reached the curve in the pathway myself, I cut over to the little thicket, hoping not to be seen until I had some idea of how to get in close enough, when their attention was all on Maggie. But suddenly I was seized from behind, with a hand clamped over my mouth. "You young idiot, what do you think you're doing?" a voice hissed from behind me. "It's a good thing Ricci called to warn us you were coming." There was a pause. "If I uncover your mouth, will you keep from making a racket?"

I nodded vigorously, and he removed his hand. Moreover, he let me go. I turned, and it was Mr. Williams.

He said, very quietly indeed, "Everything's under control, if you don't interfere. I don't know what you thought you were going to do. But I need to be up there to lend a hand if there's trouble. Can you keep well behind me and out of sight? Whatever happens? No noise at all, and keep out of it?

Where we were it was shadowy enough to be pretty dark. We were heading into twilight anyway. But I just nodded, and apparently he could see, because he said, "Good!" and started off.

Just around a little farther, I could see Wagner and the others. They had a bag, a pillowcase again I thought, over Maggie's head, and one of them was tying her hands. Wagner was saying something, apparently to her, but I couldn't make out what it was. They started carrying her toward the trees.

"All right, all of you, stop right where you are!" Mr. Miles's voice said, very clearly. Two of them immediately started running, but there were now men all around them, and they were grabbed before they got more than a couple of yards. The other men began moving in. Some of them held lights, which they now turned on. The lights weren't very bright, but they were enough.