. 14

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This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very,

very

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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

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We slept until Jenny's alarm went off Tuesday morning, despite her having slept some extra on Sunday night. Or at least, if she woke before that, she didn't wake me up. I really didn't want to get up, except that I needed pretty badly to visit the lavatory. We went back to her room and shaved, then went back to bed long enough. She let me eat her until she came, and then she insisted on sucking on me until I did. As we got dressed and went off to run, she told me she felt a little guilty about not doing that more often. I told her to stop feeling that way. If I ate her pussy, it was almost always foreplay, because I was expecting to come in. It might not be exactly fair that she got to come two or three times, and I only once, but that's a difference between male and female physiology. If she ate my cock, it was wonderful—once in a while. And any time I wasn't not really ready, having her mouth and hands work to remedy that was wonderful, too. But I wanted to be inside her, with her face to face with me, holding her or having her hold me.

As we ran, we talked about a lot of different concerns. She passed on information about Sam's progress toward a list of girls to apologize to. Most of the ones she had talked to already had been eager to forgive her, and had offered names of others, so that Jenny thought the list probably was really complete. There were just a few that Sam hadn't gotten to yet, and only one or two who refused to accept her apology at all—and there were signs that their own friends were making the case for Sam, as soon as that became clear. Sam was deeply touched by the respect she was getting from almost everyone. It really was obvious that she had decided she had to change, and had done it, and that she really cared about repairing what she had done wrong over three years, and almost everyone seemed to admire her courage in this. Her own circle of first-name friends was growing, and as she had told us, she hadn't really had close friends before.

When we were done, shortly before the signal was due to sound, we found Sam waiting for us at the end of the course. We walked back in, checking me in with the monitor as being in Jenny's room. We stopped by Sam's room, and all briefly went in there. I took the opportunity to say, "Sam, we should tell you what the Lanigans had to say last night, and there's one piece of background I haven't had a chance to tell Jenny about. We don't have time now, but I hope this afternoon or evening we can make time. I may need you to remind me. This isn't something we can discuss where anyone else might hear."

We went off to the showers, and yes, Sam and I made love, if quickly. She wanted me to come into her from behind rather than picking her up, so that's what we did. And much to my surprise, though she came, she throttled her vocal noises down to almost whispers. We hurried to dry off and get dressed.

I was out of the girls' wing with several minutes to spare, accompanied by my two beauties. We collected beverages and a few things, things that are always available, and we were among the first getting food when regular service opened. Miss Macgregor and both of the Misses Grimes greeted us with smiles, bigger smiles if not more effusive words than they gave everyone as they served. I found myself looking forward to Friday pretty strongly, though maybe not as much as they were since I had prospects of getting laid every night and most days.

I was ready enough in my classes, but there were more new assignments. Still, I wasn't one of those being singled out in class as not prepared, and neither were the girls who studied with me, in the classes I shared with them at least.

In gym class we were measured as far as various activities relating to fitness. I was running very noticeably faster than I had at the beginning of the year, and that was true of most of us. I was also tested in some measures of strength, and there I still exceeded my earlier performance—but it had been almost two weeks since I had put in time with weights, and I could tell the difference.

I didn't know when Jenny found time to arrange these things, but Moira came in at the beginning of the afternoon study time for a little extracurricular time with me. We didn't exactly have a quickie, but we didn't waste any time, either. Another beautiful and sweet friend, whom I loved dearly, and not just for her body by any means. And after supper, Claire had a turn with me. Jenny knew, they all did by now, that Claire and Moira were the two main objects of my romantic and lustful imagination before our senior year, and even though there were now all these others, they were still special to me. But then, really, they all were.

I spent the night with Sam that night, and she made sure I woke up once during the night. That one really was a quickie, and if she hadn't been so ready it would have been all for me. Except that all of these girls made clear that they were happy with me even when they didn't come. Girls are definitely not like guys.

Because of having been awake then, I didn't need the lavatory quite so urgently when Sam's alarm woke her and she woke me, Wednesday morning. That's right, I would have slept through her alarm and probably through breakfast and beyond, left to myself. I told Sam and Jenny both, later, as we went out to run, "Look, you know I love you, and I love making love with you, but somehow I've got to get more sleep. I really don't want to go back to sleeping alone in my own room, but I need at least an hour more than I'm getting. Somehow."

In gym, it had been raining earlier, and the ground was still pretty wet, which always made the game more complicated. Again, I was chosen by one of the extra girls, so I had two partners. One was Barbara Wilson. Now, I would have loved to have Barbara alone in this situation, and spend enough time in at least semi-private surroundings to make it really good for her, even if she wasn't really interested. But with a third party paying attention, I felt a little inhibited. Then I brightened just a bit, inside, even if it didn't show to anyone else. The other girl was Ruth Marx, the one who drew me, and she had had really good sex with me once, and had been grateful, and had professed to feel that she owed me for it. I thought she might be willing to put up with my spending time on Barbara, and to kind of keep to herself whatever happened or was said.

Of course, I had to catch at least one of them first.

The girls took off. As I waited for my signal, I watched them run, my two, I mean. As I'd expected, Marx seemed to be pretty slow. I thought maybe she had been working some on getting fitter, and was a little thinner and rather more muscular, but I couldn't be sure. Anyway, if she couldn't run faster than that I would have no problems catching her.

Barbara was another matter. I was pretty sure I could catch her, but it would be a contest. By the rules, I only had to catch one of them to catch both. If I went for Barbara and couldn't catch her, I need only drop back some and wait for Marx. Except for worrying about running into someone, or something like that, and being forfeit.

They both could have undoubtedly run a little faster if the course had been dry. That went for me too, of course.

The boys' signal had sounded, and I had started running, as I considered the matter. I set off after Barbara about as fast as I could maintain the whole distance. I watched closely, and yes, I was gaining on her. So I kept that up. She looked back once or twice, and sped up a little, so that I wasn't gaining as fast. But about halfway around the course, I sped up a little more and reached her. I took hold of her arm, and we moved to the side of the course and went under the rope. Marx had been left behind fairly far, but she saw us and swerved carefully over to us, and ducked under the ropes too.

Barbara said, "Well, you've got us, fair and square. And I'm pretty glad it's you, even if the circumstances aren't as good as the last time. I just wish we could do it like that again, instead of here on wet, hard ground."

I said, "Marx, last time, you said you felt you owed me. I may need to ask you to pay up, in effect, but we'll see. I'm going to start with Barbara, and it may take a little while. Do you want to stay here and watch, or walk on up to the finish line and report in?"

Marx was one of the girls who tended to always be cheerful. She said, "If it's really OK with both of you, I'd like to watch. Wilson, the last time he was my second of the day, I was a forfeit, and the first one had kind of run off leaving me horny as could be—that and watching what was going on with Cole—and Morris gave me my first orgasm ever, and my best ever by far. I kind of doubt that watching him with you will turn me on that way by now, but I expect to enjoy it. We all know he doesn't mind being watched, having seen him in action, but it sounds like you may. If you really want, I can either turn my back and wait my turn, or go on ahead to wait. You tell me what you need me to do."

"If you want to watch, go ahead. I've done it with Phil twice now, both times with others watching."

I told Barbara, "We'll have to see, but we can't afford to take all that much time for this. I know they're allowing me more than they do people who only have one partner, but we'll still need to move along. And you really need more time and attention than most. I'll give you what I can, but this one is probably more for me. I just am not finding time to get that list together, but I won't forget that you need to go on it.

"I'm supposed to be the one taking your clothes off. You may resist if you wish to, Mr. Miles said in the beginning. If you wish to, I hope you'll tell me up front. Otherwise—"

I stepped up to her and kissed her. She kissed back, with passion and no hesitation whatsoever. I pulled up her shirt and slid it off, carefully pulled off her bra, then undid her shorts and slid them down with her panties. I untied and removed her shoes, then her socks came off. She put her arms around me and kissed me again, rather hungrily. I put her things down, trying to pile them so not everything would get wet.

"He didn't say anything I can recall about who undresses you," she told me, as she started unbuttoning my shirt. After that my shorts and briefs came off, then my shoes and socks. I was more than ready myself. I picked her up and laid her gently on the grass, then lay down with her. We kissed, and we each fondled the other. Her pussy was pretty wet already, and not from the rain or the wet grass, either.

"I'm going to eat you at least a little," I told her. "That part isn't specially reserved for you, understand." I got down between her thighs and started in, sliding a finger in after a bit. To my surprise, she started responding immediately, and she actually came very quickly, not quietly but not overly loud, either. I moved back up beside her, and kissed her.

"Now, last time, I think you said you wanted to be on the bottom next time, which this is. But that ground is pretty hard, and I really think you'll do better on top than having this heavy guy holding you down while he screws you. But I'll leave it to you to decide."

She looked at me in surprise, and then quickly lay down on her back, legs spread. "Please," she said. "Come on in now." So I lay down on her and positioned myself, and she guided me in, carefully. As I thrust in, and out, and in again, her arms were around me, pulling me to her. She said, "Oh, you're so good to me, you always are." I did my best to move in a way that would be good for her, too, and she began moving with me. "Oh!" she gasped. "Oh, oh, you're wonderful!" I was heading toward the point where I couldn't hold back, when she came.

When she was done, she kissed me very tenderly. "You see? I'm learning. And you make it easy. But now you need to attend to someone else, so you just come out. Next time, we'll have more time to talk and to enjoy being together when it's over, I hope. But thank you!"

So I came out. I said, "I think I promised you something extra for this time, last time."

"You did, but it can wait. Really."

I turned to Marx, who was kind of staring at us, sitting in the wet. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. I wasn't expecting what I just saw, and I won't say why, it's none of my business. If you can do half that well with me, I'll owe you even more. That first time, you amazed me, it was so much better than I had thought it could possibly be, but now I've had time to see and experience things, and I really know how good you were to me that time, and to her just now. No one was that considerate to me last week, not my instructor, not my partner, not one of the boys who was supposedly being taught.

"I know, and I can see, it will take a little while before you're ready. But if you'll just treat me the way you just did Wilson, I'll see if I can't speed that up. Unless you'd rather do that part," she added to Barbara.

I moved over to her, pulling her back to lie down. I put my arms around her and kissed her, a little tentatively, but that didn't last long. She kissed back with enthusiasm. Marx was still her same cheerful self, for the most part, but I suddenly realized that the self-deprecation she usually hid behind was nowhere to be seen. I began removing her clothes, a little awkwardly, one-handed and my left hand to boot. I really thought she had lost some weight, maybe ten pounds or more, but she was still unpleasantly fat to my eye. But I remembered how spectacularly wonderful sex with her had been the one other time.

As soon as she was undressed, she turned to kissing me, very intensely. I fondled her breasts, and she moaned. She said, "That wasn't really quite like watching the end of your turn with Cole, you and Wilson I mean. It was a lot better! So again, please, don't go too slow. If you want to eat my pussy, I know, I didn't give you a chance last time, but if you want to, go ahead, I'll love it. But what I want isn't that."

So I went down between her legs, and pretty much right off she was moving her hips and moaning steadily. In just a minute or two, she came. I backed off a little, then back to full steam, and she came again, just thrashing and moaning. I moved up beside her to kiss her some more. I was starting to get ready myself, but I was still kind of soft and limp. And then Barbara pulled my hips over so that I was more on my back, and started in with her mouth.

I said to Marx, "I'm a little distracted at the moment." We kissed, but I was indeed distracted. Still, within a couple more minutes, my cock was plenty hard enough to be going in. As I started to get up a little, Barbara got me out of her mouth and moved back out of the way.

I positioned myself and went in. I tried to hold my torso up a little better than I had the last time, when she had worried me as to whether she would ever get her breath back. As I thrust in and out, she again responded amazingly quickly, moving and gasping and moaning, more and more urgently, until finally she came once more.

I wasn't really quite ready, and I was sorry, as Marx's orgasms all seemed to be very intense. But very soon she was building toward one more, which hit as I came myself. Holding myself up was a little problematic there for a minute or two. I came right out and off of her, trying to let her catch her breath.

"Morris, I owe you way more than even before. Nothing has been like that, not even that first time with you." She wasn't speaking very steadily, between gasps for breath, but her eyes on me were steady enough. "You just lie down there and wait a minute. I'm going to try to repay a little of it."

I didn't know exactly what she had in mind. The only thing I could think of was oral sex, and that's what it proved to be. When she had caught her breath a little more, she took me in her mouth, working patiently. It took what seemed a very long time, but eventually I was ready. She was stroking with her hand as she licked and sucked. This was my third time in a very short time, and coming didn't happen easily, but finally it did. She made sure she got it all, then came back off me.

"I can't think of anything else I can do to say thank you, here and now," she told me. "That's not enough, not so soon after you did it twice. And I guess now we need to get dressed and go pretty fast. But you were wonderful."

We got dressed, and the three of us walked together on to the finish line. We checked in. I hugged and kissed them both. I told Marx, "One thing you could do, if you would, is to call me Phil." She seemed completely taken aback. "I will, Phil, if you're sure it's OK. It feels like you're just adding more to what I owe you." I kissed her again, fairly briefly, and said, "Then thank you, Ruth."

When I kissed Barbara, she said, very quietly into my ear, "Thank you. That was so good that we need to talk again, sometime soon. Maybe Saturday, again. But thank you for taking care of me, once more." I didn't argue, but I wasn't sure why I was entitled to that thanks. She had enjoyed it, an awful lot, and under the circumstances that was a miracle in itself, but she had been ready before I did anything. For that matter, that was basically true for Ruth, both times, and again I somehow got the credit.

I walked around, looking, occasionally watching. There were fewer forfeits than the other two times it had rained, though still more than on an average day. People seemed to have learned to move a lot more carefully when it was wet out. After all that, though, three times in a bit more than half an hour or so, at a guess, I didn't have the interest, or perhaps the stamina, to be ready very soon.

I had parted ways with both Ruth and Barbara soon after we had checked in, with a hug and kiss for each of them. Soon after that, Jenny and Sam caught up with me. Jenny had escaped her pursuer, and had applied the penalty. Sam had been caught and had her penalty applied. She told me, "Actually, he was pretty nice, quite courteous and gentle. No substitute for you, but I've had much worse."

Then, rather to my surprise, Barbara Wilson and Nancy came up and walked with us. I could only guess that they were just being friendly. After a few minutes, Sam expressed surprise that I wasn't taking advantage of the available forfeits.

"Maybe I'm sick or something," I told her. Barbara laughed. "No, I'm kidding. Remember, I had two partners today, and they both, well, gave me spectacular and satisfying times. Satisfying on all sides, I think. And then Ruth decided to suck on me, from totally deflated to orgasm, and I didn't have the heart to point out that there were opportunities waiting. For whatever reason, she feels that she owes me something, for the other time and now for today. I just plain do not understand it. Both times, she had just watched me satisfying someone else, um, spectacularly will still have to do." (Here Barbara said something like, "You are so right about that!" in an undertone) "But I really didn't do anything special for her, that I wouldn't do for anyone. Or for Barbara, either. Both of them were ready to be aroused and to come, and it wasn't because of anything I did today."