The Humper Game Pt. 02 Ch. 19

The rest of the school year went on pretty much as normal—the new normal. Classes and studying, my partners more or less alternating, one or occasionally two weekend nights being given to someone else, and even an occasional afternoon session with someone from my list, brief but not at all a quickie. The game in gym was soon reduced from three days to two per week, and later on to one day.

Very soon we were applying to colleges and universities. We could apply anywhere we wanted, but the school gave each of us a short list, two or three in the cases I knew about, for which they would provide help. All of these were in the US, as far as I knew. Help meant a lot of things. In addition to our transcripts, they would provide lots of other documentation, starting—only starting—with letters of recommendation. These would be places that had dealt with our school in the past, and knew pretty well what to expect, as well.

We could expect to bypass at least freshman and sophomore years, enrolling as juniors or in a few cases as seniors. We might get that kind of credit even if we went with places not on the list, given our transcripts, but it wouldn't be guaranteed. This was an advantage of having colleges that knew us, or had admissions administrators who knew us—as they had some idea of the depths hiding behind the course names on our transcripts.

And it seems that the competition for our graduates was stiff enough, among colleges that knew this school, that we were fairly likely to get some serious financial aid.

All this for colleges that normally had high rejection rates and tough entry requirements.

We all compared notes and opinions about where to apply, what majors to declare at each place, and everything else. Almost none of these colleges had a reputation as a "party school". There were a couple that did, on some students' lists, but it was clear that there were some very good faculty members at those, and some students who were definitely there for an education, not to party. We all had been vetted when we were being considered for our school as to how our priorities stacked up in that area. Of course, people change over four years, maybe especially the four years of high school, but most of us really had put studying at the top all along.

Naturally, all the consideration of what schools to apply to, and the application process itself, took time. For the past year and more, we hadn't spent a lot of time with our academic advisors. Our first year and more, most of us had met with them at least weekly, but later on we had mostly met with them only to map out each term's schedule or to deal with problems. Now they were again carving hours out of our unscheduled time.

Along with that, classes moved into high gear. I know that at a lot of high schools it's expected that seniors will slack off in the last few months. Not at our school! We had less disposable time than ever. I thought most everybody managed to keep up. My girls and I certainly did, but it meant even less time available for sex. We almost always managed to keep to the hour-before-curfew bedtime. Sometimes that went to sex, sometimes just to sleep with some cuddling. Even just cuddling took time.

As for my list, well, they got some too. Barbara (Dearie) and Claire, only once each after things started to get tough, and that was at their requests. I still loved them dearly, and they felt the same about me, especially, I thought, remembering that first day of the game in gym. But their partners had worked out beautifully for them, and they were more than happy just with them. Kitty soon was functioning almost as another partner to me, by the end—not in the major rotation for sex, but sitting with us at meals, often studying with us, and more often for sex than the rest of the list. Most of the girls had found guys they were happy to spend an hour or a night with, at least on an occasional basis. And if I was maybe just a little more than that to some, they didn't always tell me.

Revision: 5/7/2019