The girls spent the next two weeks planning for Marcy’s visit. Sylvia and I had sex every other day; Jay and I had none. Well, none if you don’t count a little fellatio as part of three- and four-ways. I was getting downright masterful at self-deception.

Nate and Seth advanced to some kissing and petting but nothing more. Nate left the room when Seth and Charlene had sex. Mike and Sylvia, with some guidance from Carl, often talked casually with Nate about whatever he wanted to discuss. I’m sure he never caught on that this was actually directed assessment and some therapy.

This duo was great at hiding what they were doing. Their talks with Nate were indistinguishable from their casual talks with me. Of course they were, as I later learned.

Our three girlfriends could probably plan the next presidential inauguration. They had everything set. Marcy arrived at the airport at noon on Friday. Nate met her with the Cadillac. Sylvia got them a bottle of champagne for the room, Charlene got them strawberries dipped in chocolate and a three day supply of edible underwear for each of them. Valerie planned a welcome party in her dorm.

Marcy and Nate went straight to the Sheraton from the airport. Saturday afternoon the Cadillac picked them up and brought them to Valerie’s dorm. Her senior resident had signed off on everything and reserved the second floor lounge for our use. Marcy looked like a black female version of me, one of the invisible people. I could find nothing noteworthy in her appearance. If Nate loved her, though, then she was beautiful.

We introduced ourselves to Marcy. Lots of chit-chat. Marcy was an accountant working for a temp agency while she studied for her CPA exam. Her brother was an attorney who had just found his first job. Their parents were dead. She was left-handed. When we got to the left-handed part, Sylvia figured we had exhausted the chit-cht.

Sylvia asked if Marcy had any questions. Assuming she had an IQ above a rutabaga, how could she not?
Marcy said that Nate had told her what had happened to him, and the history leading to it. She thanked us for rescuing him.

Charlene responded for the group, “Marcy, Nate was being abused by a sexual predator. Unless someone intervened he was eventually going to hurt Nate. Anthony has a sexually-charged atmosphere, highly-charged, and each of us is responsible for ensuring that things remain under control.

Sex is wonderful for recreation, for love, and for showing affection. Using sex for abuse, even verbal abuse, is a threat to everyone on campus. We did it as much for ourselves as for Nate.” Charlene paused, and Marcy had some questions.

“My brother is gay, and I know Nate isn’t,” she said. “But he had sex with two men. Is that part of recreation, or love, or affection, what gives?”

I responded, “Marcy, the six of us have had sex with every other one of us, multiple times. It’s a combination of recreation, love and affection. I love Sylvia and she loves me. That doesn’t stop us from having sex with other people, we just don’t make an emotional commitment to the other person. The exception, with me, is Jay. We love each other. It’s a completely different love from what I have for Sylvia and what Jay has for Valerie. Neither of us understands it, we just accept it.”

“OK, then,” said Marcy. “I guess I just accept it. Nate said there’s a pool on campus and I brought my bathing suit with me. Can we go for a swim?”

Seth cleared his throat. “Marcy, what has Nate told you about the campus swimming pool?”

“Not much,” she replied. “Just that he had to take a swimming class.”

Valerie stepped in. “Marcy, at Anthony the women have most of the power. Anybody can say no to anything. Otherwise, the women largely rule. One of the rules is about the swimming pool. Girls can wear bathing suits, but guys have to swim naked.”

Marcy stood up and took off her blouse. “Then I guess we should get going.” She next removed her bra. Decent titties! “Can I leave my clothes in your room?”

We all left our clothes in Valerie’s room. Marcy looked better naked, and Nate was in heaven. At the swimming pool Valerie started getting frisky with Jay, seating him on the side of the pool and licking his erect penis. Next thing I knew I was seated next to Jay and Seth was on my other side. Sylvia and Charlene were playing the “popsicle game” with us.

Marcy pulled Nate up out of the water and told him to sit on the other side of Jay. She smiled at the other girls and challenged them to a race. I have no idea who won, but does it matter?

After the swim we returned to Valerie’s room. Nate and Marcy got dressed and left for their hotel. It was a good party.