"I assume, but really don't know, that usually the student is less experienced than most of us actually are this year. The gym game was presented as an innovation, but of course it may not have been, or there might have been other games in past years which would have the same effect. I would have thought this might make your job more difficult, but I don't know enough."
She took my hand in hers. "You're absolutely right. It was an innovation, and we don't know whether it will make things easier or more difficult. I gather that you were among the most successful at it, and that your success carried beyond gym class. So some of the time, I will be asking you questions about your own experience, even with the notes I was given on partners you had, forfeit girls you visited, and so on. I do know, for example, that almost from the beginning, you engaged in foreplay, in the form of kisses and caresses and cunnilingus. Most of the boys, if they did any of these, didn't start out that way. Please tell me why you did."
I thought back a moment. I had almost asked what cunnilingus was, but then had realized that I had been taught the term at some point. And in context it wasn't much of a jump. "The first time, actually, I didn't—not exactly. Jenny and I had been friends, pretty close, though we had kind of moved apart over time. I didn't know that she had a crush on me, in freshman year, and she didn't pursue it because there didn't seem to be any point. Romantic relationships were frowned on and stymied if necessary—as you know. That first day in the game, we kissed a little, not at any real length. But she was in fact only technically a virgin. From what she said, she had a lot of experience, all auto-erotic." See, I could use technical terms, too! "So she came without foreplay. At the end, she was rather taken aback by the mess—we both were, but she far more—and she cleaned me up with her mouth. How could I not at least try to reciprocate? So I did. Cunnilingus if you will, but not aiming to stimulate.
"Later in that class, Claire—excuse me. Jenny is O'Malley, and Claire is Delaney. I'll try to keep remembering to use last names. Delaney was forfeit, and rather emotionally depressed because of what had preceded—being exhibit A for anal sex, in front of the whole class—but she was quite willing for me to proceed according to the rules. Not only willing—she said she would rather it was me than a lot of boys who might eventually show up. She wasn't exactly eager, though. Anyway, her dreams, before she decided to try to come here, were of losing her virginity as part of a romantic process, fine dinner, flowers, I don't know what else. She asked me to kiss her for a while, as being about all that could be done in that direction. I was certainly more than happy to do so. She was one of my own main daydreams, in past years. I wasn't attracted only to her appearance, but also to her personality and manner and, well, everything about her. So, there being no one waiting or, as far as I knew then, even observing, we kissed for a brief few minutes. And it helped, but not really a lot.
"The next forfeit I visited was Dearie. She had been thoroughly brutalized and traumatized by Wagner as he performed anal sex on her. She was really hoping to escape notice, but when I approached her she was willing to abide by the rules, however distasteful it might be for her. She had, it seemed, watched me with Delaney, and she warned me not to expect her to kiss me. I wouldn't have offered, as it happened, because she was always so standoffish that I would have been sure she would reject such a suggestion.
"We talked a bit, and it occurs to me that you didn't mention that in your list of foreplay, but I wonder whether the biggest difference in my approach from, well, everyone else was that I almost always tried to talk to the girl first. So, um, she was afraid of sex and especially of losing her virginity, partly because she had overheard her mother and an older sister talking about how painful that was. There was more to her fear, but I think it's not mine to tell, without her presence or explicit permission.
"At any rate, I offered to eat her pussy, not as serious arousal, but simply in the hope of relaxing her and providing some lubrication. And my offer was stated in those terms. On thinking about it, she agreed that it might help. In the end, I think it must have helped a lot. She expressed gratitude to me for being gentle, but also said that her best hope had been 'not absolutely awful'—or maybe 'unbearably' or something—and that I had somehow made it actually a little good. That really meant a lot to me.
"My next visit was to Bolton. She had seen me with both Delaney and Dearie. She was really rather cheerful at the prospect of my screwing her, which won't surprise you that much if you know her, her approach to life in general is cheerful. She said she hoped I might do one or both of the activities she had observed, and so I did both. She was already kind of turned on, though, whether just from the situation or from watching I'm not sure. She wound up with a screaming orgasm, which I stifled with my hand before it drew a crowd. Everyone else, except these three forfeits and me, was off watching Wagner and his gang pounding Ms. Miller, and I guess no one heard. Ms. Miller was, of course, the fourth forfeit, and she was busy being pounded.
"Anyway, I can't think of what else I can say in answer to your question."
"That's much more than I expected you to say, and it's helpful. I know that—. Excuse me. The staff members try not to descend to gossip, but we have a responsibility to keep track of the students' lives in various ways, and sometimes there is not much difference. About the time of the class you've been describing, there was a great change in the way Barbara Dearie related to people. You understand, we were concerned about her deep reserve, as she was, and is, an admirable young woman in every other way I know of. And suddenly she became somewhat outgoing! Including attaching herself to your group, of course.
"We thought that her sudden change was a very good thing, but since we didn't understand it we were concerned about that, too. I think you've just cleared up a mystery that had us a little worried. The explanation which was suggested, that Wagner's performing anal sex on her was somehow the cause, simply did not seem likely to anyone."
"There was more to it than that, though I think I was somewhat involved at all points. I think you, someone on staff I mean, whom she would recognize as having grounds for wanting to know beyond mere nosiness, will have to ask her, but I think she will be forthcoming to the right person asking the right questions. She's aware of the personality change, too, and she is generally very happy with it, but it's still sometimes hard for her."
"Thank you. But that's rather off the topic we need to pursue. Your—may I say your harem, since others seem to describe them that way?—all of them seem to be devoted to you, not just sexually but certainly in that. I gather that you can't be making a lot of the mistakes boys your age are apt to make. But our job now is for me to try to instruct you. I'm merely pointing out that the level of instruction needed in this case may be somewhat different than many would need.
"So. What I want you to do now is pretend that I'm a young woman from your class, with whom you have been assigned to have sex, one way or another. If I interrupt to offer critique or suggestions, please listen and try to follow them, but otherwise it is Phil making love to Bella. Please begin by kissing me, now, as you, personally, would the girl in such a case.
"But before you begin, I must stress something I should have said earlier. There are some rules you should keep in mind in these situations. The first rule is that your partner's enjoyment and satisfaction should come first for you. And yours for her, of course.
"The second is a bit more complicated, to state and to do. You need to listen carefully to your partner, at all times. I don't mean only to what she says—that too of course!—but everything about her. Noises besides speech, the movements of her body, anything that may give you clues to what she is thinking and feeling. Sometimes you must ask her, and that's fine, but what you can learn by attending to her is more important."
I did my best. We sat and kissed, after the first few minutes pretty intensely. As she pressed more closely against me, my hand found its way to one of her breasts, and as I stroked it through her clothes the nipple stood up and became hard. I moved to the other, with similar results. I backed off enough to say, "Here I'm in a bit of a quandary. In the gym game, depending on the situation, I either removed the girl's clothes, or she did. Rules of the game. And I removed mine, likewise. It was only then that any kissing or fondling began. With the girls, um, my harem you're calling them, we haven't started off sitting together, we've been standing, and generally most of the clothes would be off at this point. Should I pull you to your feet and treat you as I've been treating them? If not, um, I find this a bit awkward as a position for going on."
