. 15

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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.

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Thursday morning, my bladder did wake me up close to half an hour before Jenny's alarm. I didn't just poke my way in for the simple reason that bladder pressure was too great. I had been so deeply asleep that I didn't wake up before I was that desperate.

I got her awake by the simple expedient of picking her up and standing her on her feet. She panicked and clung, then came into focus. She grabbed her robe—I'd put on no more than my undershorts—and made sure she had her key, and we headed out to the lavatory.

When we got back, she kissed me and said, "Well, we have maybe an extra fifteen minutes. Shave first, or screw first?" I just pulled my shorts down and stepped out of them, backed her up to the door, pulled her robe open over her hips, bent my knees enough to get into position, and went straight in, again. She had to come slightly up on her toes, or rather the balls of her feet, as I thrust, but this apparently was no problem. She came within three or five minutes with a real, screaming orgasm—except that she wasn't loud enough to hurt my ears, so I knew she just didn't care if she woke up everybody in three or four rooms around. Oh, and I came when she did.

"Well, I guess I did wind up doing what Sam told me to. You gave me what I needed, all right, and then some. I hope you got what you wanted, including, well, not a whole hour more sleep, or maybe it was. We don't really have to wait for the signal to go run, do we?"

"Let's shave and get that over with, so it doesn't make us late getting me out and getting breakfast."

"That's right, that's why my alarm was set for when it was!"

So we shaved, wiped ourselves down, and went off to run. I thought we were the first ones out, but neither monitor made any objection. The one on duty in the girls' wing was Miss Milliken. I stopped and greeted her by name, and asked her, "You said you worked in the kitchens in another building. Last week, everyone was switched around, but isn't that over?" I knew that "in the kitchens" meant more than just the kitchens, of course.

"Yes, it is. But they switched me with another woman. They thought I might work out better over here, after last week." Something about this sounded a little fishy to me, but I didn't pursue it.

When we got outside, we stretched quickly and started running. Jenny said to me, "I don't think the pace we've been keeping does anything much for us any more. Let's see if we can't ratchet it up just a little." So we did. I had been thinking the same thing, but worrying a little about Jenny. My supposed insight and perception didn't seem to be working all that well.

And she was right, we could still talk well enough at that speed. It was a little harder, but quite possible. We should have picked up the pace over the weekend.

I told her, "Thank you for being perceptive. And, um, I'm still really glad you were my first, and that you were really my partner before last week, and then for most of that week. Even if it made me hurt you with anal sex and all that. We seem to be well matched running, but it goes a lot further than that." She took my arm for a moment, and gave it a little squeeze.

After a moment, she said, "I really think you need to be with Sam tonight. And I know she meant it, if you say just sleep, she'll do it that way. Probably a quickie at bedtime will help you both get to sleep better, though. But anyway, unless some instructor really loads us down today, if Claire studies with us I think you should go with her, first or second study period or both. She really is happy with Jeff, you know that as well as I do, but she meant what she said last night. Not a quickie, either, even though, well, I came twice from your quickies and probably will in the shower. You don't realize how wonderful you are."

We speculated about how Friday night would go, the rest of the run, except when we were in earshot of others.

We quit running maybe five or ten minutes early, and went on in. We made sure that Sam, and for that matter Ellen and Claire and Barbara, saw us, but we didn't wait.

We did have a nice shower together, soaping each other very pleasantly, but that part was quick. I did what I'd done before, entering her and picking her up and holding her against the wall. It was definitely a quickie, but she did come, and she made sure everyone knew about it.

We all sailed through all our classes. The instructors gave us some big assignments, but with enough time to do them justice, even with all the other classes' work. In gym we all walked about a mile to another building, where there was a large swimming pool, and swam timed laps and also some relay races. Then we walked back. Getting to see the girls in swimsuits had always been a big deal. It was still enjoyable, but having seen and touched so many of them in the nude and all states of undress made it a lot less exciting.

Since we'd showered at the pool building, before and after, we didn't need another shower after gym, and this had been taken into account. We arrived back just a few minutes before the signal for end of shower, beginning of study—'free'—period.

My usual girls were all in Jenny's room when I got there. Jenny said, "Our classes didn't add anything to worry about. How about yours?" Claire and Barbara thought things were fine for them. "OK, then, Claire, you get Phil now, assuming that's your choice."

Claire came over and sat in my lap. She kissed me gently, tenderly, but with the kind of determination that said I didn't get any say in the matter.

"Oh, Phil, just saying it all last night brought back how much I love you and why. Is this really OK with you, right now?" So maybe I did get some say.

"It sure is. I've told you, for at least two years you and Moira alternated as the, um, the centerfold pinup girls of my imagination. It wasn't just physical beauty, either. And Jenny would have been there, too, if she hadn't decided that making me notice her was likely to backfire one way or another. I love you. I'm really glad that you've got Jeff, he's a fine guy, but that doesn't mean I don't want you."

So we kissed for what seemed like a long time. She was already panting, and I hadn't even touched her yet. Arms around her, not hands moving. So she was the one who started unbuttoning her blouse. I moved under it to unclasp her bra, and then fondled her breasts without any fabric between us. She panted harder, and moaned. I still kept this up for a good while. She finally said, "Do I have to strip myself bare this time? Please, get going!"

So I slid her blouse and then her bra down her arms, putting them onto the desk. She unbuttoned my shirt and put it there too. When we kissed again, her breasts rubbed on my chest, which apparently we both found arousing.

I said, "I'm not taking you out to the cafeteria, but we could lay you down on the desk here in lieu of a table."

"If that's really what you want, if you find it sexier, then let's do it. Or you could take me out to the study table in the hallway. I actually hope you'll manage to do something like that to me, one of these days, if not now."

"Really? If you're sure, I will."

She stood up fast. I said, "Wait just a moment. Barbara, would you just go out and make sure a table is available, please?"

She ducked out, and obviously hurried, coming back very soon to say, "It is. I can't guarantee how long, obviously."

Claire said, "Do you want the rest of my clothes off before we go?"

"No." I bent over and picked her up, just as she was. "Jenny, make sure you have your key, OK, hon? Someone please open the door." I carried her out and down the hall. At the other table, there were five girls and two boys, and when they saw us their eyes got wide.

I sat Claire on the edge of the table, checking its balance as I did so. I pulled off her shoes and socks, putting them under the table. I put my arms around her and kissed her for all I was worth. She soon was moaning and panting again, and then I cupped and rubbed her breasts, then kissed and licked them. Her moans were now starting to draw people from some of the rooms near the head of the hallway. The monitor was watching with great interest, as were those supposedly studying at the other table.

I unfastened her shorts and pulled them down, underpants inside. She pushed her ass up off the table to allow this. I said quietly, "Shall I do my own shorts, or do you want to?"

"You go ahead." So I did, shorts and briefs and shoes and socks for good measure.

I took a finger and ran it into her pussy. She gasped and moaned even more loudly. I asked her, again as quietly as I could, "In a few minutes, when I come in, do you want to be on your back on the table, or on top of me, or bent over the table for me to come in from behind, or prone for me to come in from behind? I really don't recommend the last one without something like a couple of pillows to raise your ass up, though."

"Whatever you prefer, Phil. Really."

I knelt on the floor, using my clothes to pad my knees a little, and ate her pussy. She came within a minute or so, and then again a minute or two later. I decided not to go for three. Claire had drawn us a crowd, though she had been reasonably quiet when she came. I thought a lot of them ran to get others to come see. Sometime fairly early in the process she lay back on the table.

I pulled her back up to a sitting position, got my arms around her and picked her up again. I laid her back on the table, far enough on that our legs would be well enough supported even though they would stick out some. This table was smaller than those I'd used in the cafeteria. I hopped up onto the table, between her legs, and got into position. She guided me in with her hands.

Within a couple of minutes she was giving lots of signs of starting to be close. Another minute or two and she came, and I emptied myself into her. Knowing how hard the table was, I tried to keep holding up some of my weight as she finished and then as her breathing gradually became normal. She moved her arms up around my neck, and pulled my head down and kissed me. "If only you'd been able to hold on longer!" she said. "I'd have loved to come again with you in there."

"Some other time. Probably not out here, though. But if I use my mouth to clean out your pussy, I probably can get you to come again that way." I heard some shocked-sounding gasps from the girls at the other study table, who were close enough to hear.

"No, please don't, what you did was so wonderful that would spoil it. Just let me get dressed. I've been dripping worse than this, a few times."

So I got off her, and what do you know, we both had all our clothes in neat piles. Some kind person had even brought my shirt and her blouse and bra. There were even a couple of damp washcloths.

When we were dressed, I sat her up on the table again, and spent some time kissing her.

"Thank you, Phil," she told me. "I wanted to do something like this ever since I saw you and Sam, but Jeff's a little timid. And I'm really happy to show all these people how much I love you too." She raised her voice a little. "In case anyone is wondering and wasn't listening just now, I didn't do this to please Phil, he did it because I asked him to, to please me."

All this had taken longer than anyone had expected. It was only about ten minutes before the signal for serving. So we kind of scattered. Jenny and Sam and I headed straight into the cafeteria. As soon as the signal came, we got our food and came to the table we usually sat at. Soon the whole group was there.

Claire was there with Jeff, and Barbara with Jon, and Ellen with Brian. Jim was there, I thought to check with Jenny whether they were on for the night. I was sure they were, and happy for both of them, though I have to admit that I was really glad not to have to watch them. Jenny and Sam clung to me. Who was it who had called these girls my valkyries? Oh, Wilma. I really needed to make that list!

I finished eating and took a napkin and started. At the top, in a category all their own, Jenny and Sam. The rest of my "harem", Barbara D., Claire, and Ellen C.. Add Moira and Rosa to that. The next group, it got a lot harder. Ellen, Deedee, Barbara W., Nancy, and Wilma really belonged there too—or Barbara maybe lower down, not in terms of my feelings, but in terms of how much she wanted from me. Oh, yes, and Maggie. I was sure there were more, maybe in a still lower group. I was brooding. Jenny saw what I was doing, and suggested Molly. Then she suggested a few I had screwed in gym and whom I had particularly enjoyed, but I turned all those down. I wasn't after anyone unless there was some kind of emotional bond. Ruth Marx was the closest of those she suggested, I guess, but though I had wound up really liking her I left her off. The same for Deborah Bee. If the list had been shorter, both of those would have made the cut easily.

I stuck the napkin in my pocket, and I actually did remember to get it out when we got back to Jenny's room. I got the list entered into my computer. I wasn't sure how I was going to use it, but at least I had it.

We got back to studying, again working on assignments we already had, most due the next week, a few bigger ones for the next two weeks after that. Again, we had lots still to do, all of us, when the end of the time came, but we all felt we were on track, in fact maybe a little ahead, even after Claire and I had completely filled the time before supper.

I went off to the monitor's station, and checked out from Jenny's room and in for Sam's. Sam and I went to the lavatory, and then to her room. Of course, once in, we kissed pretty intensely.

"You know, I meant what I said. If you need for us to just get in bed now and go to sleep, Or the quickest sex ever, if that's what you need. Jenny and I at least have had the opportunity to sleep more, and I've used it, and I'm still kind of tired. You haven't been getting enough sleep, and it's our fault, not just mine and hers, but Maggie's and Nancy's. And there will be others. But you have to tell me what you need, and what you want me to do."

"For now, let's get ready for bed. Kind of quickly."

We washed up a little, and brushed our teeth, and got undressed. I kissed her again, wanting, but carefully keeping my hands to myself. That wasn't easy, since it was Sam.

We got in bed. "I really wish these beds were a little wider. I don't sleep as soundly, and that doesn't help," I told her. "Now, I don't really know what I need, but I'm afraid I really do want sex. But since I also really want sleep, it's going to be a quickie indeed. In fact, if you'd, um, turn your back on me right now, I'm going to come in from behind. I won't be able to see what I'm doing, so if I start to go in the wrong place, you tell me right off. And I hope you'll enjoy it, but I won't wait for you."

I snuggled in behind her. My cock was pressed against her ass, and I had her breasts in my hands. I kissed the back of her neck, and said, "Sam, I love you. Not just sex with you. You know I've taken time with you, lots of times, and if we have a lot of quickies for a long time now, please really understand that I still want more."

I tried to move around her body in a way that would give me access. It was kind of awkward, but I did manage to get in. She asked me, "You feel nice, but I want more. Is it OK if I add something for myself up front?"

"Of course. Any time!" I got my hands back to her breasts, and focused on thrusting. This was taking longer than I had hoped, but I could also feel her building. And when her orgasm came, it let me come too. She was quiet enough, for Sam. When we were both through, I pulled out, and moved more back behind her whole body, hands on her breasts again. I kissed the back of her neck and said, "I love you, Sam. Thank you."

She said, "I love you, Phil. That was nice, and you did wait for me too."

I thought she was asleep even before I was.

Friday morning found me a little stiff, but still spooned with Sam, snuggled up against her. As I stirred, she rolled over and took me in her arms and kissed me sleepily. "I bet you're awake because you want to go down the hall, aren't you?" She yawned, and kissed me again, not much more than a peck.

"You're right. Are you coming along, or are you somehow going to stay awake here?"

"I'm going with you. Give me a minute or so. I probably don't need to pee as much as you do, but I'll be a lot more comfortable."

I got out of bed and pulled on my briefs. As she got up and pulled out her robe, she said, "You always used to put on your outer shorts, too."

"All the girls have seen guys in their briefs a lot by now. And enough guys just go down there completely nude that I decided I'm modest enough in my underwear. Kind of a lot of girls go down there bare, too, after all. And in robes that aren't really closed."

"You don't really have to look at them, you know. But I'd start worrying if you didn't. You know, will he stop liking to look at me next? Or maybe, 'Who are you, and what have you done with my partner?'"

We went off, with me hurrying her along just a little. I wasn't bursting, but I was pretty uncomfortable. And I was erect, too. Bladder pressure on the prostate does this, if I'd got it right. Well, any girls we met had seen that before with no briefs, so I refused to feel bashful about it. In fact, most of them had seen me like that with no briefs, albeit not off to the lavatory. Sam was fetching in just a robe, and that helped me stand up, too.

With that little chore taken care of, we went back to her room and shaved. We also trimmed ourselves. There was a little gadget for doing this. I haven't mentioned it before, and I doubt I will again, but I'd been using this for going on four years now, and seeing girls use theirs a few times now. It generally wasn't quite as essential that they shave every day, but most of them did.

Sam told me, "We have about time for a quickie before you need to meet Jenny. Are you up for that?" She made it plain that the "up" was a deliberate pun. I took her in my arms and kissed her for a few moments, then picked her up and laid her out on the bed and climbed in on top of her. She was ready enough for me to go straight in, so I didn't waste time. I did hold back enough for her to come too. After we got dressed, she told me, "Even your quickies are heavenly. Better than most of the guys I've tried when they're trying to be good." She considered for a moment, and then added, "Admittedly, there haven't been that many of them, yet anyway. You're right that I need to look for a couple. Brian would be really nice, if Ellen is busy—with you, say." She kissed me quickly, and we went out.

My run with Jenny went well. We kept up the brisker pace. I wondered whether we should be trying to ratchet it up even a little more, but it felt just right. We could talk OK, but not so easily that I knew we were too slow. At the end, I had a couple of minutes with her while Sam finished her last lap, and sweaty and hot as we were we stood each with an arm around the other's waist. They were both so good to me! I couldn't think which loved me more. From the beginning, Jenny had wanted something more like an exclusive relationship. She knew I was right that this wasn't really a possibility, but we could have been a lot closer to it. She had spent one night with Jim, no, two, the night before was included. But I had pretty much screwed every girl I could, starting with as many forfeits in gym as I could manage, then her friends and some new ones I personally had added. And she was generous about pairing me up with them all. Sam felt she had no right to ask anything of me, that she had thrown anything like that away. She was completely grateful for anything I would give her, and willing to do anything at all I would ever ask of her. I worried about abusing that love. But I loved them both, and wanted to give them all I could.