In the early 1990s I won a scholarship to a prestige American university. This would not have been anything special except that I was then finishing my schooling in a small country town in Western Australia, which was about as far away as possible and I was not a particularly outstanding student. But I was encouraged by my parents to apply there, and being an overconfident youth I boosted myself in the application and then forgot about it until the invitation arrived in the mail.
Of course I accepted it wondering for a moment if I had filled some sort of quota or if someone unknown wealthy and powerful benefactor had pulled some strings. And then without thinking more about that, I proceeded to uproot myself to a university town where I knew no one and barely understood the language. Was I taking the place of a worthy American? I did not think to ask.
Being assertive and outgoing and it being a campus with plenty of young, eager -- and as I soon found out -- also uprooted students -- I soon coalesced in a group of disparate Americans who for the most part found me tolerably funny and one, a tall blonde from the Midwest called Estella, decided that I was beddable. I would not say that I was in love with her. But I was sure attracted to her.
Initially, I did not know how to approach her, how to make things happen. But she decided that she wanted me. I was slowly sipping an insipid American beer in the corner of a party when she walked up to me and asked me my name. She told me hers, and to my surprise she stayed to talk to me, immediately starting to tell me intimate details of her life up to that point. And before I knew it, we were both naked from the waist down in the back of her car which she parked somewhere isolated. She assured me that I performed well enough that she wanted to see me again for more.
Estella organised a coffee date for me to meet her friends. She introduced me to the males -- Caspian, Whipple, and Fielder. Her two women friends introduced themselves to me, Adeline and Ophelia. "My name's Michael," I told them.
"That's a ridiculous name!" Whipple exploded with a laugh.
Ophelia looked at me with sympathetic eyes. "Michael, what a strange name," she commiserated.
"It's in the bible," I explained but the others laughed.
Estella screwed up her face. "You're so funny."
And that's how we met. We coalesced. Except we were never balanced, there being seven of us. There always seemed to be one male too many. But to my pleasure it was never me. Estella and I had progressed to getting enough privacy to also remove our tops when we made love. Which she proceeded to tell the others in our friendship group.
I tried to keep up. Adeline and Ophelia never had a lack of male partner. Although they seemed to rotate through the other three men. Or maybe I was not paying enough attention. I tried to confirm their arrangement with Estella one day.
Of course she told the others what I had asked. "Seven," Estella hollered. We all looked at her. "The most powerful magical number!"
I looked blank. "I didn't know that." I thought it was nine.
Estella shook her head. "There are a lot of things you don't know."
How true that was.
*
The seven of us started to spend almost all our time together, time stretched into the night. Parties until late. And when the seven of us were together, the games started as you would expect from freshers together on their own recognisance on campus together. Firstly it was truth or dare. And I'll be honest, we were all very restrained about it. In the words of the locals, it was lame.
Fortunately, Estella felt the same way that I did and took me in hand. She led me out of the party, making a joke of it in front of the rest, how if she didn't take me away and screw me right away, she might lose me to one of the other girls. So funny, not. She dramatically dragged me away from them by my shirt collar. "In case you disappear on me," she laughed. Once we were outside she spun around and gave me a passionate kiss.
"What are you doing?" I stammered.
"I think you can work it out," she replied and kissed me again. We went back to her room as fast as we could, raced to take our clothes off and made love like we knew what we were doing.
After about a week of this sort of behaviour, she suddenly turned to me after we had both cum. "Doing it alone with you is nice," she smiled, "but we should arrange something and do it together with the others."
"Why?" I asked her, wondering whether that was actually something that I wanted to do. I had never thought of sharing her. Or myself. Wasn't the idea of our relationship to spend time in bed alone with the girl I loved?
Estella obviously did not think so. "Because that's what students do," she asserted.
"I don't think they do that in Australia?" I replied weakly. I was not sure. At least I had never done that in Australia. And I don't think any of my friends had.
"Well, you're in the good old United States now, and that is what we do. All friends together. We can do it playing strip poker or us girls can be your hostesses when you boys watch a football game. Which would you prefer? Or we can just have a party and just fall out of our clothes." Well, this was Uni and we were all far away from home so maybe she was right, things were different. Still it seemed a stretch to me.
"I don't know," I admitted.
"I don't want you to get bored with me," she stated flatly, swishing her blonde off her shapely breasts in a way that I was sure would never bore me.
"I'll never get bored with you," I insisted.
Estella nudged me gently, rubbing her still damp crotch against my thigh. "I've seen you looking at Adeline."
I nudged her back. "Well, that's what I do when I want to talk to her."
