Gaming the System

Most of Saturday I slept, too, waking up to find my phone buzzed by Tina who wanted to know when the party was. I quickly texted both her and Ying back that I was ill and the party would be the following weekend instead.

Mom, on Sunday, let in Jan and I got a bedside visit from her and Alice wanting to see how I was. I didn't have much answer.

The 'sleeping sickness' thing kept going until Tuesday night, when I felt a little better and managed to get up before Mom got home, shower, change my sweaty sheets, and text everyone that I was on the mend as I gorged myself on leftover chicken soup and about 12 other things that seemed foodlike from the fridge.

Still, after that, I went back to bed.

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That next morning, Wednesday, my alarm woke me on time and I did my normal routine, showering, shaving, and even looking down in the shower to find I needed to do a little manscaping, not just of my 'crotchal' area, but toenail cutting and then, when I got out, eyebrow trimming to be somewhat more separated.

I didn't have a unibrow, but I'd always had a few in-between that got ambitious.

Flossing, not something I'd normally done either, seemed interesting and kind of fun, but quick.

Breakfast was rushed - I had time to grab a granola bar and two pre-made PB&J's mom had put away for me while I was sick.

Classes seemed normal, if a bit pedantic. We were covering stuff I'd already gone over, and the material was simple enough. Thinking, though, I realized that some of the physics material wasn't anything I'd actually read before, but I somehow knew it already.

Cool stuff!

Still, in class, we normally spent about 10 minutes with glasses on and the rest of the class time listening to the instructor lay out how this material fit in with previous stuff, tricks for solving problems, etc.

I was preoccupied as I grabbed some more food before Chorus. I had to watch it - food was expensive at the college cafeteria, but again my 'adjunct-faculty-family' ID card got me a discount food plan and a giant bowl (okay, 3 bowls' worth piled onto one actual bowl) of oatmeal. That went straight to where I needed it and I could feel a little more sated.

Still tired after my time off, I was doing okay at least, but I had a spring in my step as I walked into chorus early and pretended to be looking for something in my backpack. The big question - would Tina or Ying stop over?

Yes.

Tina came up first, barely anyone was there yet. "...Kevin?"

"Yeah? Oh, Tina! Great to see you."

She looked almost shy, which wasn't exactly her normal mode. "We missed you on Saturday. You were sick?"

"Definitely. Some kinda thing that made me sleep a lot. Feeling better now, though."

As she said, "That's good," Ying walked over, and I repeated it for her. They looked at each other with some familiarity, and I realized I'd added them to a group chat when I'd texted them back to reschedule, so yes, they knew each other.

Ying said, "We went to lunch yesterday after chorus, and... we talked about you, wondering if you were okay. It's not like you to miss class, and we don't get to miss many rehearsals without our grades going down."

This was true. It was kind of childish to grade based on attendance at the college level, but I could see that being there was a huge part of getting our voices to blend nicely.

Just standing next to them, I was getting horny again, though. Tina's figure was more apparent than was typical for her, a blouse that wasn't as baggy as she usually wore, so I could see her feminine curves (okay, boob-bumps) in a way that caught my eyes.

Ying asked, "So, are you rescheduling the party? Really for this next Saturday, or ...?"

I shrugged, "I hadn't thought about it much. I figured it'd be fun to hang out with you, but ..."

Ying's eyes squinted with a tentative question, "Have you ever been in Hansinger Hall?" This was a dorm, obviously where she lived.

"Not yet."

Tina added, "I'm in Darton, next door. You could stop by for dinner if you wanted?"

I nodded quickly, "Sounds great. Have to be after 6, though, I don't get done with practice until 5:30-ish, and I'd need to grab a shower."

Ying said, "Just come over. We have an adjoining, you can grab one, then... we... could get dinner? If you're later than 6:30 you end up with cold leftovers."

Tina looked conflicted at this. I knew she had a boyfriend, and I think her eyes were a little red, so I wondered if she'd broken up with him. I didn't know, and it occurred to me that I'd been a real dick in getting between them. They might have had a life together, but for me.

On the other hand, Wow. Just - wow - Tina was worth that kind of exclamation, so guilty is proper, but any guy with enough gumption to date her might also be the kind of guy who'd be self-centered enough to cheat on her.

Still, it wasn't fair of me to pre-judge like that.

I agreed - I'd get to Ying's place asap after practice, anytime after 5, probably. The team had had a dual meet the night before, so maybe (I supposed) practice wouldn't be too hard.

By then, class was starting, so we had to get to our places, and then right after that I had to head to Diff-eq to chat with the prof before class, and then book it back to the high school for lunch.

College cafes are soooo much quieter than high school ones - people figured out they don't need drama anymore. Walking in, the contrast was repeatedly striking, day after day.

Looking around as I headed over to my table (both band and cross country buds) and got caught up on stuff. The topic of the day was how someone had spilled something stinky in the chem wing and it was hard to walk down that hallway.

After lunch, my health class was near there, and No, it wasn't stinky. Rumors, as always, were overblown.

In band, I got hugs from both Alice and Jan, who wanted to know what was up and was I contagious, but I doubted it (just sleepy) and got a kiss from Alice and a promise of more if I had enough time after class.

"I have gym after this," I said, "and we have a little time to get dressed, so if you want... a ...quickie? Might be able..."

I worried I was overstepping some bounds, but she Really Wanted what I wanted, so she said sure and had the perfect place.

All during band I watched the back of her neck, but she was the perfect innocent, no sign what we had in mind, no backwards glances, etc.

Jan, she glanced back at me several times, but she did it well so it looked just like a normal head movement.

Girls were good at this stuff. Maybe the 'intel' course would teach me about spy methods, I thought.

After we got our instruments away (in fast order!) all three of us headed to a practice room down the hall and away from most of the other kids heading to class. Alice pulled out a key, one of those things we're not supposed to have.

I shut the door behind us and got the blinds fixed so no one could see in. Turning around I was greeted by four beautiful naked nipples staring at me and fast-jiggling as both girls were still moving.

Alice came over just after she pulled down her panties from under her ankle-length skirt, and kissed me passionately, grabbing my belt and undoing my pants. "I ... want... you..."

"Okay?"

Jan laughed and licked her lips. She had jeans on but had shed them, so she was only in socks. She came up behind Alice and hugged us both from the side, but obviously was taking second fiddle on this one.

Alice broke the kiss, bent down, sucked my cock in only for a second, then turned around and bent over the piano bench, spreading her legs.

Between them I could clearly see her sex, her clam parted and pouty lips engorged. Even as I moved closer, her hand came up between them and parted them, showing me how wet she was.

My cock, looking down, seemed to have even more of an engorged head than normal, and I wondered at whether she (having recently been a virgin) would be able to handle this from-behind thing.

Jan was giggling, "This is sooooo great. Alice, if you get off, can I get his finish?"

"Kevin, get in me, I'm not thinking straight."

Pushing my cock down from its 45-up-angle to being straight-ahead, I held one hip, pushed my cock up and down her slit and then... then... in? Just a little? Then, a rocking motion and a little more, and more, and then I was slamming deep into her, making her gasp and breathe hard, whimpering quietly but increasingly.

I wondered who would hear us.

Watching my own grunting volume, I just let the motion take me, Innnnnn-out, Innnnnn-out, then faster still until we had some slapping going of my lap on her butt cheeks.

Alice's sounds told me she was very close to coming, as least I thought so, so I looked to Jan, leaning on the wall with her hand between her legs making circles on her own clit. "Jan, can you reach under Alice and rub her clit? If you get her off, I can finish in you, I think?"

Jan moved quickly over and reached under, getting her finger going on Alice's clit and sometimes poking the base of my cock with fingernails. It wasn't bad - just kind of odd to experience, and I was happy to have the chance.

Alice LOVED this, and started cooking off and grunting deeply in a rhythm that said she was holding sound in but wasn't much in control. I held onto her hips and slammed into her pussy, not moving as much but definitely giving some depth to her.

From the tip of my penis, I felt not only the grab-pause-grab-pause-grab of her pussy on me as she came, but also a twinge as I'm pretty sure the tip of my penis was bumping something, maybe her cervix.

I might have even felt my balls clench for just a tiny moment, but it didn't turn out to be me coming, it flashed and went, so I paused and waited for her to decline and start breathing more normally.

Jan, seeing me pause, quickly whipped around and pointed her butt to me, spreading her legs, too, and I got in there, popping out of Alice and into Jan, rocking into her in a single motion since I was plenty wet.

Jan's vocalization was sort-of an,"Oooofffff-yeahhhhhh!!!"

I kept going, rocking into her for a few minutes, loving every second!

Eventually, I got closer... closer... and then... Wow... "NnnnnNNNNNRrrrrrrrRRRRAAahhhhh!! GfFFuuccckkkkyeahhhhh, rrnnnnn! Nrrrnnnnn!" My cuming spurts into her, grabbing on to her hips and holding tight, a slam-in that was as deep as I could be while my eyes shone inside fireworks of a big happy.

The sounds Jan was making from then on were more like conciliatory, more soothing, "Oh, yeah, Kevin, yeah, pump that in, pump me, oh, fuck I love that pulsing cum in me, yeah..."

Somewhat surprising, I thought, but I loved it.

The bell had run in the middle of that, but I knew I had another couple of minutes, so I slowly held her butt there, then playfully slapped the side of her hip and got a giggle and a wiggle. That wiggle dropped me out, still engorged but plenty wet and streaked with a little white cum.

Alice, who'd sat sideways and waited, jumped up on seeing me, dropped to her knees, and sucked me in, all messy and cum-covered. Her yummy-sounds told me she loved it, and frankly I loved it, too.

We breathed a half-minute, then rushed to get everything back on and done. Alice just had to let her skirt drop down again, but she paused to get a pad from her purse, install it in her half-up panties, and then pull them up.

I watched this out of the corner of my eyes while dressing. Jan did the same thing, and I figured it's a common girl thing to know how to do. It made sense, after all - I'd just put a big load of cum in Jan, and probably a lot of natural wetness for Alice, so they didn't want to be sitting in that for the rest of the day.

All cleaned up, we breathed, tried to wipe the smiles off our faces, checked the hallway, and left. I went out the not-oft-used 'exit' door there and in the outside door to the downstairs track, which led to the guy's locker room. I was ready for gym about a minute after the last of the other guys got there, not bad but aided by my fast-changing experience before and after practice.

Huh. Sex at school wasn't impossible after all!

College Party

Two gym classes and cross country ("xc") running practice makes Jack a tired boy. My name isn't Jack, but the idea stands.

I conserved some energy, since I knew I'd have another bike trip to the college that night, but coach gave me a light workout after being out of school early in the week.

Looking over at the girls' xc team, it was hard not to notice who was the prettiest in that bunch. I'd already decided that about 2 years before, and she was in my year. The features that mattered to me weren't being tallest, or trimmest, or fastest, or the one with the largest chest. No - what got my admiration and attention was the whole package: _Barb Collins_.

Barb and I had talked off and on over the years, hung out at the track and xc parties, etc., and I knew that besides being both fun and damned good looking, she was one of the smartest people I knew.

Very few people had I run across in my life (at that point) who had a larger vocabulary than I did. Barb was one of those few. She took my unmitigated gall, my perspicacious peripatetic and obsequious references, and jibed back assiduous approbations of corrected pronunciation.

That is, I was a victim of reading more than speaking. I'd read 'detritus' and mentally pronounced it de-Tryt-uss. Apparently it's Det-ritt-uss, and dammit, the dictionary agreed with her.

She also sought to promulgate epistemological and epicurean abstruseness with churlish abandon. I loved it. I had no chance with her - she told me once when I asked her out for a bite to eat after a meet that she would never date me, but if I wanted we could go as friends.

I asked why, and she said it was complicated, that she was Jewish and I wasn't, and her grandmother wouldn't ever let that happen.

At first I laughed, but then I realized how serious she was, and she said she lived with her grandma since her father died and her mom needed a place to stay.

This had been a good conversation for about 4 minutes. Then, it had gotten to be embarrassing for me. I realized later that was because she'd opened up about her life to me, but I didn't know what to say about it, or how to make it less weird.

So, remembering that encounter, I went over to Barb. We were paused between short intervals at 80% race pace - and said hello again. She looked at me like I was odd, but also like she presumed I came over for a reason.

There was another girl there, a sophomore who was reasonably fast, but as I turned my back just so, she got the message not to listen in. "Barb, uh, I was wondering. This Saturday, if I was to have a party, could I invite you? Would I need to ensure there was a 'party chaperone', like, for your ... grandmother?"

She smiled at me, "Baba passed last summer. I'd love to come to your party."

I smiled fast, "I'm not ... set up yet, I haven't cleared it all with my mom, but ... I was going to just invite some people, so, like, low stress. We have a fire pit in the backyard, so, you know."

"Sounds fun."

"What's your number?"

She told me, and looked at me oddly when I didn't write it down. I just touched my head and said, "Got it. No worries."

The truth was, I did have it. Still, I borrowed a pen from the sprinting coach (who helped us sometimes by calling out stopwatch-times) and wrote the number on my hand.

After practice, I just packed up fast, still sweaty and all, and got on my bike. I'd texted mom that I was having dinner with college friends and got back a smiley face, along with a 'don't stay up too late' and 'love you'.

Getting to Ying's dorm room turned out to be super-easy. The elevators were crowded and going slow, so I just went up the four flights two at a time and got to the door without even breathing hard.

She answered the door quickly and let me in.

Tina was there, dressed in a pretty skirt, different than she'd had on that morning, and for that matter Ying was wearing a skirt, also.

As I walked in the door, Ying leaned in to give me a hug to welcome me, like that was normal, and I was overjoyed it was happening, but then Tina came and gave me a hug, too, which wasn't exactly normal for someone just coming over to have a bite to eat in the same place.

At my protestations that I felt stinky, Ying showed me the bathroom and I went in. I was going to shut the door behind me, but then was inspired to just leave it cracked open instead. This would invite her looking, and I figured that a little looking wouldn't hurt her.

My experience with Alice and Jan had given me some boldness.

There were two shower stalls, really one long one on the end of the room but angled so the water ran against the wall and not towards the open area. No shower curtain needed, and a frosted wall that might somewhat obscure who was in there.

My shower didn't take but three minutes - I was fast but I spent an extra minute scrubbing my naughty bits to make sure I was presentable should something happen.

And, I wanted something to happen!

As I got out, I knew I needed to brush my hair and was going to ask about that, but then I noticed a clean towel on the closed toilet seat that hadn't been there when I started. Someone had come in. I had to chuckle.

Drying off, I held the towel in front of me and asked, "Can I use one of these brushes?"

Of course, Ying came in quickly, holding her hand by her face so she ostensibly couldn't see me, but of course she could, and pointed at one of the brushes, "That one is mine, if you want."

I thanked her and she left, but I got a thrill out of possibly having been the one to give her a chance to view something 'forbidden'.

Making quick work of getting dressed, I came out pretty much ready to go, and we danced around who was going to go out the door first, the result was that I had my face in Tina's hair.

There's nothing to do but comment, so I said, "Oh, your hair smells nice."

She didn't say anything but when we got out in the hall I think she was blushing slightly.

I'd been to a dorm cafeteria before of course, but this was a different one than I usually went to. We got our food and sat down and started talking.

They both wanted to know my backstory, like what was my major, what were my classes, etc., and I was kind of vague on the major but mentioned I was taking differential equations and math was kind of a hobby. Still, I liked music a lot, and they both had similar tastes to me in terms of classical.

I liked piano, and mentioned that I'd had lessons when I was a kid, but didn't know much now probably. As a point of fact, I knew that one of the classes i'd downloaded was piano practicum (muscle memory added?), though I doubted I'd 'started' it yet since the backlog for all the courses I'd ordered up was pretty lengthy.

After we got done eating, we went back up to Ying's room. She wanted to take a walk, maybe, around campus, but then decided she was dressed too nicely and wondered if we minded if she changed?

Tina and I both said okay, whatever; Ying just went over to the closet, pulled it open to show a neatly arranged set of clothes, grabbed some jeans and a t-shirt, and then dropped her skirt, right there!

I wasn't exactly facing her, but I'm pretty sure I glanced over and licked my lips in response.

Tina said, "You think Ying's pretty, don't you? I do. Ying, he likes your body."

Ying didn't miss a beat, "I liked his body, too. Like, I mean. Very nice. The running is working."

Her top came off, and she folded it up and put it back on a shelf. Her bra was a different color from her panties.

I said, "Ying, hold on a moment. Can you turn? I want to..." I implied, 'see', and as she did, I did see. She had a larger chest than I'd through, C cups and nicely shaped, tapering down past washboard athletic abs.