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 sequentiallyโgiving 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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We were all so tired Friday morning that nothing happened. We were off to the showers earlier than usual, just because we didn't do anything beforehand except oversleep. Jenny became aware of noises from somewhere and came awake, looked at the time, and jumped out of bedโwell, not literally, not from a hammock!โto roust out Sam and me. Anyway, that allowed for a little more time enjoying them in the shower, but not enough for what I really wanted to do. Jenny, soaping my cock, said, "Down, boy! Behave yourself and you'll get something later, I promise." But she was about ready to come from my soapy hands on her, too. I was sorry that she didn't let me finish it.
We were in the cafeteria a few minutes early. Two other couples we regularly sat with were also early, and they laughingly admitted that it was because they had also overslept. Since those guys only had one girl apiece to satisfy, I had to assume that they had done it several times before sleeping.
When the signal sounded, we kind of hurried to get food. At one of the stations, one of the servers, a rather stout, grandmotherly type who always greeted those she served, asked me, "And how is your special week going, young man?"
I was a little surprised, but she was always very friendly, and I told her, "Really great, for the most part. There were some rough patches the first day, but we worked them out, and almost everything since has been wonderful."
"You may not believe it to see me now, but up to twenty years ago I was one of the instructors, most years through a decade and more. No one your age would be happy with me teaching him now, but I still miss it sometimes."
I tried to think of something pleasant but not flippant to say, but in the end I just thanked her, and said, more seriously, "I knew that your department contributes a lot of instructors, but I never thought about what happens as they get older. I don't know what qualifications they have to have, except some training and, well, either enjoying sex or being able to act like they do. Maybe sometime you can tell me more." I meant that last. She had me interested. I thought about Bella, who was surely much younger than this womanโMiss Macgregor, Molly Macgregor, I suddenly remembered she had once told meโand still trim and beautiful. Even now I had no good idea how old Bella was, but my estimates kept being pushed upward.
At the table, I mentioned this to Sam and Jenny, speaking for them but not everyone around. They both were interested, and to my relief they saw nothing at all funny in the exchange. "You know, outside of the academic instructors, most of the staff is women," Jenny said, equally quietly. "There are some men in housekeeping, but they're overwhelmingly women. Ditto for the secretarial parts of administration. The groundskeepers are mostly men, yes, but not so overwhelmingly, and they're really a smaller group, I think." I was very impressed that she had observed all these things. I had, myself, knowing that I wasn't seeing the whole island or even the whole school, but I hadn't fully thought about them.
I mentally kicked myself. I was trying to train myself to be more observant and aware. I had surprised myself in a way, thinking back, to realize that I had been doing this since I came here, and maybe before that, but thinking about how Mr. Miles had done things had made it a conscious process. And here was all this data that I hadn't really thought about! We didn't see much of how the staff lived when they weren't on duty, but if many more women than men were present, living and working here for years, it seemed likely that the men were getting a lot more attention than the women. Social and sexual attention, both.
We finished eating, and visited our separate rooms and lavatories. I handed some things to Sam to run back to her room, and then we went off to our instructors' offices.
Except that the door monitor stopped us and told us we were all to go to a specific room numberโwhich happened to be Bella's office.