Chapter 32: Spinoff

DAVE

Mel told me her idea of having the student who’d written to her about joining our group for their own intimate circle. I explained that one of the catalysts that made our group click so rapidly was that everyone knew each other. That comment cost me a two-hour lunch twice a week for six weeks.

Mel shouted, “Great idea! You’re helping me do this.” She was almost driven to help get this second group started. For shorthand, we called it Sex Club II or simply Group Two.

We started have twice a week lunches with the students who’d written to Mel. The favorite place for our casual lunches was the patio of a pizza place right near campus – Tuesdays and Fridays. While we did that, Mel was inviting them two at a time to get ‘initiated’ in our regular Sex Club Saturday evenings. Every one of them was nice and caring, and desired a group of intimate friends – including the sexual connections.

The young men were Leon Burton, Arnie Platt, Brent Ashton, and Jeff Carter. The young women were Marie Hawkins, Diana Falkner, Ella Dickenson, Adelle Ivers, and Stephanie Windsor.

The first lunch meeting took place the Tuesday after Leon and Marie had been at our Saturday evening party. The others were more tentative about getting together, but eleven of us were there including Mel and me.

Mel framed the purpose of the lunches and also the ‘initiation’ sessions being held with our regular group, which for clarity we started to call Group One. A primary goal was to get everyone to know each other on more than just a superficial basis.

Accordingly, Mel had ginned up over a hundred questions that she proposed that we each answer. These would, in turn, reveal our core values, our vulnerabilities, and our aspirations, dreams, and fantasies. In a way, this became a game of Truth or Dare, except Mel controlled the whole game.

The requirement for participation, which she elicited from everyone, was honesty, genuineness, and authenticity. Each person would have to respond to the questions without thinking up ‘cool’ answers or pretending to be someone they weren’t.

Mel said, “So, the first question, and we’ll start with Leon, is ‘What do you hope people will discover about you when you become their good friend?’” Mel gestured at Leon who was obviously caught by surprise.

Leon was hesitant. “I like people and I hope people see me as reliable and not some clown or player in the relationship game. I’d like to be loveable and have all the traits of a rational adult, although I’m still working on adulting. I’m kind of sensitive, so I don’t take criticism well, but that same trait makes me more empathetic and compassionate to others. I’m kind of like a puppy, too. I start on the assumption that people will like me, but I’ve been disappointed a lot.” He paused, and then gestured to his left where Marie was sitting.

Marie actually squeaked in surprise that she had to speak next. She talked about being a good girlfriend to either men or women. She was naïve and trying to become savvy, and that wasn’t just about sex. She, too, said that supposed friends had toyed with or embarrassed her. She was careful not to do that to others. She wanted to be known as the friend that would go ‘above and beyond’.

I went next, and talked about being open, loving, caring, reliable, and stable. I talked about parenting and being a good husband, and taking on 100% responsibility for the martial relationship, just the way Mel did. I mentioned needing to prioritize Mel and Family over other relationships, but that I’d rarely been in a position where I had to make that choice in some way.

I handed off to Ella, and each person spoke about themselves. No one appeared bored and I didn’t think there were any fakers in the bunch.

Mel’s next question was a show stopper of sorts. “What did you hear as everyone spoke that you wish you’d said about yourself? Who did you resonate with the most and the least? Please don’t refer to Dave or me. This is about you building rapport; we’re your coaches.”

Everyone looked panicked, but Addy took the first swipe at the answers. She picked Leon as a good role model, and thought that Jeff had been a little superficial. She felt she would need to work harder to get under his skin. She also liked a few things that Diana had said, and wanted to be those, too.

Mel gave everybody homework. Each person had to have a separate interaction with at least two others in the group – a cup of coffee, meal, walk to or from campus, or something where they talked to each other.

Mel also mentioned that on Saturday she’d like Diana and Brent to be our evening guests at Group One. She suggested they talk to Marie or Leon about their experiences, but also promised that we’d be kind and caring.

MEL

I felt that the group was coalescing by the end of Friday’s lunch. People were more easily using first names, and also remembering things about each other that were relevant to some of my next questions.

I got bold and sexual occasionally as we went along. The question, “What do you think about when you masturbate?” brought laughs from everyone and a wide range of humorous responses that would never be forgotten. I was glad especially for the laughter. This was all supposed to be about creating fun and happiness for each other, in addition to great friendships.

Brent and Diana blended nicely into Group One – the Sex Club – on Saturday. They each brought something to contribute to the meal, too. I assumed they’d heard a comment or two from Leon and Marie.

We were at Sarah and Jim’s home, and the sex swing became Diana’s favorite place for a good part of the evening for the cute little blonde. I was pleased to see that her second partner of the night was Brent. I liked that bonding happening within Group Two.

Sarah and I emphasized to the two of them about being discreet about everything going on, especially ‘Professor Dustin’s participation’. They understood, and mentioned that without being specific Leon and Marie had imparted much the same message. They, too, had thought that they’d be seeing their sociology professor fucking away for an entire evening until it was there in front of them.

The next week at the lunches, we continued with my questions. I had them talk about their role models, hobbies, most influential person, best weekend ever, and then to spice things up, the circumstances surrounding the loss of their virginity. The group was visibly pulling together.

Ella said that I was already the most influential person in her life. She tied a bunch of things I said in my class lecture together and how they had smacked her across the face as the situation that had been missing in her life. Now, she was realizing that this group of loving people, coming together thanks to me, was her nirvana.

I made sure that Ella was one of the newbies that spent Saturday evening with Group One. I watched her closely, and if there was someone that had truly found their heaven on earth, it was her. She floated on a happy cloud from person to person, and later from lover to lover. Nothing about the night bothered her, she just wanted more of it.

Three weeks later, almost everyone in Group Two had enjoyed a Group One Saturday night, including the initiation sex, as Dave called it. ‘Almost’ all, because Stephanie dropped out, saying that she just couldn’t reconcile with how to explain to her family about what she wanted to do.

One out and one in took place. Arnie’s girlfriend Lacey Linden milked more and more details from him, until she wanted ‘in’. She came to a couple of the discussion group luncheons with him, and fit into the group remarkably well. She just had a warm and loving personality that drew people to her.

Arnie asked that she be invited to an initiation night, and expressed joy at the invitation and proved to be a valuable addition. Lacey distinguished herself as one horny female that had no qualms about fucking her way through every male in our group starting with my husband. This wasn’t just a sex show for her; she resonated with all the relationships and friendships. Frankly, everyone wanted her to come back.

Group Two had yet to have their own group get-together other than our bonding lunches. I urged an evening event and even openly talked about what might happen, using the terms ‘group sex’ and ‘orgy’ to be sure everyone was on the same page.

Dave and I helped launch the first ‘orgy’ of what he called Sex Club II. That was our short-hand and we never shared that with anybody. For the eleven of us there, including the two of us, we just called it Group Two. Six weeks of summer had passed since Mel’s idea to form a spinoff group from the students who’d written her. The impact of her class lecture in Sarah’s combined undergrad and graduate sociology class surprised her.

The first evening event for Group Two was at Brent Ashton’s apartment – one of the grad students who’d been in Sarah’s class when I spoke. It was a Friday night, and as active students, except for Dave and me, everyone was taking a breather over the weekend.

I had suggested that Brent be in charge and the emcee for the event, and recommended an agenda not unlike what we did in our own group: cocktails, some kind of dinner with lots of conversation about anything, perhaps an ice breaker, and then dancing, and then the segue into sex.

I had been with each of the young men in the room – four of them. Dave had been with each of the five young women and made good connections with each. We thought that our presence might help get the ball rolling on what some might consider the more tense part of the evening.

Dinner was pizza and the drinks were mostly beer and wine. After dinner, Brent dimmed the lights and announced that we were going to play Truth or Dare. Most of us laughed, and then got comfortable. I curled up with Leon. Dave had Lacey sitting in his lap, and then also had Marie leaning against him. The others were similarly engaged.