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Grade School Games

by Mat Twassel

Copyright© 2022 by Mat Twassel

Erotica Sex Story: The Psych Department's Grad School Bowling Team, led by Giselle, finishes the tournament dead last, but Giselle's teammates Tom, Dick, and Harry are all winners in her book, so she hosts a celebratory party. Illustrated.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Heterosexual   Fiction   School   Sports   Illustrated   .

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Their psych department grad school bowling team, The Tom Dick & Harrys, finished the end of season tournament dead last. Giselle, the token girl on the team, ended up with the highest average, 142. Tom, Dick, and Harry (not their real names) each barely bested 100, with Harry in fact bringing up the rear at 106.

“You’re all winners in my book,” Giselle told her teammates at the post tournament party, which she hosted at her just off campus apartment. By this time they’d polished off the pizzas, eleven beers, and most of a bottle of Amaretto.

“Anyway who bowls anymore?” Tom said. “It’s so retro.”

“True that,” Dick agreed.

“‘True that’s’ such a retro expression,” Tom said.

“True that,” Dick agreed.

Everyone laughed.

“Retro games are fun,” Giselle told her friends.

“You mean like Monopoly?” Dick said.

“Or Careers,” Harry added. “Or Old Maid.”

“Or Spin the Bottle,” Tom said. “Or Strip Poker.”

“Yeah, Spin the Bottle,” Harry said. “We should play that. Or Post Office.”

“Ten Seconds in Heaven,” Dick said.

“Is ten seconds enough? I thought it was ten minutes,” Tom said.

“Want to know what my favorite grad school, I mean grade school game was?” Giselle asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” they said.

“I don’t know what it was called,” Giselle told them. “But basically there were a bunch of objects on a tray, things like buttons and bracelets and bowling pins—no not bowling pins, that was just a joke—and you had half a minute to look at everything, then the tray was taken away and you wrote down all the things you could remember.”

“Oh, I remember that,” Tom said. “I was really good at it.”

 
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