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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Again, with getting to bed so late—and no, Sam didn't get anything extra—we overslept Saturday morning. We were earlier to the showers than we might have been if we'd waked up earlier, though., and I backed Sam up to the wall for a quick screw. That was for me, she didn't come or even get close, but she didn't object, either. Cleanup was quick and a lot better than usual, of course. I didn't think we attracted any notice at all.
Breakfast was with the group we'd been with the night before, plus a lot of others. From comments, I thought both Ellens had stayed up extra late letting their partners attend to them. Tim and Deedee seemed a little distant, and I wondered whether I somehow had caused a quarrel.
We hurried off to be instructed. Bella was waiting for me, as always.
"We schedule this day as a sort of wrapup, Phil. For me, if you have any problems or questions, now is the time to raise them. Beyond that, you are to practice what you have learned, both this morning and this afternoon. That is, you are to make love to your instructor and to your partners, in whatever way you prefer or wish to practice. With me, you will specify the activity. With your partners, of course, you must agree together.
"But first, tell me about yesterday. I have already heard about one thing, and I very much wish that I had been on monitor duty there yesterday. But you tell me about it."
"On that, you only need background, much of which you have. You know where Sam and I were, in our relationship, when we left here on Monday. Um. We were a little giddy, I guess. Anyway, the very nice, friendly kitchen person brought us supper, as you had arranged, and Sam teased me a bit by implying to her that I had been an inept oaf and that she had gotten me over it. Not a false word, I think, but the implication was there. I chided her about it, but, well, there were a couple of groups of students sitting talking at the tables, when we finished eating, so I thought I would tease Sam back. I kissed her and fondled her pretty graphically, for their entertainment, and yes, they were entertained. As we left, Sam said that now I had blackened her reputation, and that at least I hadn't spread her out on the table and screwed her right there.
"That's what she said, but it's also misleading. Her manner said, 'Well, I was ready to do it, but you wimped out.' And she made another comment or two during the week, I think. So when she teased me about it again yesterday, I took her at her word. It was her idea, mind you. She kept pushing me, not that I really needed pushing, not when you had made exhibitionism an assignment. Sam's an exhibitionist at heart, I think. I can do it, and enjoy it, but generally I prefer to be out of the spotlight. I think we kind of pushed some other people to take that assignment seriously, too.
"Now, I have more complaints about the instruction. Not yours, mind you, and there must be more like you in this. But on the whole, you're not getting across the first thing you said to me Monday, that the attention of each participant should be on pleasing the other. In our group yesterday, there was one other boy who showed even a little of this. Luckily, Jenny got him. And the girls kind of just went along, mostly. Then, last night, we found some friends camping outside our door—Sam's door—when we came back from the showers. Oh. Jenny and I put on a little exhibition while we were there. For whatever reason, we got less attention, which she preferred. She started out feeling uncertain about it, but wound up enjoying it. Anyway, three couples were waiting, and all of their afternoon groups had disappointed them in the same way. So we had a little swapping session of our own. The odd number of girls again meant that someone had to do double duty, and I got told off to do that. One other boy and I, and all the girls, thought the guys needed practice and instruction, so we put the girls in charge.
"For myself, I think the male instructors don't appear to be teaching the girls what to expect, but I especially blame the female instructors. They have to teach technique, yes, but that isn't the important thing, and it sure looks to me like the guys aren't being taught.
"And one final variation on that theme, and I've said this before in general. To my utter shock, one of the girls last night wanted me to do anal sex on her. Not the back and forth with the pussy, and not the sucking thing, I should add. Well, as I said, we had put the girls in charge, so obviously I did it. And she came, by the way, without my touching any sensitive areas with my hands, she positioned herself so I couldn't really. But afterward, she told me why. Both with her instructor and with her partner, it had felt like it should be enjoyable, but it wasn't, just uncomfortable. And she had heard from Ellen Chan about what happened with us Wednesday night, and she hoped I could do better. I think she was satisfied. But she really didn't want me doing anything else at all for her, I think lest what she wanted as the main thing get lost. OK, some girls will like anal sex, and some won't no matter how it's handled, but the way it is being handled is just terrible. I know you know I think so, but I want to go on record. Again."
"Phil, I don't know quite how to say this. That is partly because I think what you say about the instruction has some merit, myself. But I can tell you, most if not all of the instructors say the same thing I said, about pleasing your partner. And it should be stressed more, with a specific reminder when it is not being done. You heard it and took it to heart—but you were already doing that. Some other boys, and girls too, listened and will remember that, but need practice. Many will forget it, or have already, because it is an attitude, not something one can check to see whether one is doing it. And some just forgot it immediately. The instructors should do better, but they cannot do it all.