The Humper Game Pt. 01 Ch. 03

I began to thrust in and out, trying to take it slowly at first, but I couldn't hold myself back too long. She let out a long, shuddering breath, "Ohhhhhhhhhh." I told her, "If you come, and if you start making a lot of noise, I'll cover your mouth." I wasn't sure she heard me, but after a moment she opened her eyes and looked at me.

She closed her eyes again, but was moving with me more, lifting herself off the ground a little almost every stroke. She began gasping in rhythm with our movements. The way she tightened around me had me at the point of coming, and I thrust in as deeply as I could and began coming. Then she was coming around me, making almost no sound but coming very hard, with little gasped "Oh!" noises, as I continued ejaculating, our crotches grinding together. In a few moments it was over for both of us. She was holding me tightly against her, and then she moved her arms up to my head and pulled it down to kiss me again.

"Oh, Phil, rumor didn't begin to get that right. If it's always that good, why does anyone seriously try to run away?" She kissed me again. I sure kissed her back.

"It's not always that good, by any means. Especially the first time, I'm told. You were wonderful, too. Thank you." I pulled out and got off her, and we started getting dressed. When we were ready, I kissed her again, and we got up and started in. She was holding my hand.

When we got to the area by the finish line, we went under the rope and then in. I looked around, and I was astonished, because the forfeit area looked to be full. I asked one of the gatekeeper referees, and she told me that there were fourteen girl forfeits and eight boys, besides the automatic forfeits. I never did figure out why there were so many that day.

Since no one except maybe the gatekeepers seemed to be looking our way, I gave Kitty one more long hug and kiss. I told her, "Thank you," and she said, "What do you mean? Thank you! You worked for it and earned it, and you made it good for me, too. More than good!"

I said, "I'm afraid I'm going to walk around and watch some, and then take advantage of the opportunities. You can come along if you like, but you'll probably prefer finding your own amusements." She hugged me once more, and headed off to watch where the automatic forfeits were.

I watched them as Ms. Miller finished with them. Barbara was working her way down the line, with other girls following. Ms. Miller moved away, and then collected a boy and headed off with him. Since she wasn't carrying a dildo, I assumed she was the forfeit, and I tagged along at a little distance.

The forfeits were a little more crowded than they mostly had been other days, and the two of them got nearly to the farthest point of the area before stopping. I'd been looking around, noting both girls and boys having the penalties performed on them, or in some cases just standing or sitting on the ground waiting. Ms. Miller took off her clothes and got on hands and knees, and he lubed them up and went to it. He did take his time going in, and seemed to be careful, but it didn't really take all that long. I had to admit that I was curious about what that felt like, but I was really happy with the way things had been developing.

As I was watching, Jenny came up behind me and stood beside me. "I followed you, but I might have known where I would find you."

Anyway, the boy finished and pulled out of Ms. Miller and got dressed, and walked off without saying anything. I went over and stood near her. She looked at me. "You again. It looks like you're first in line this time, anyway." She turned over and sat down, then lay back. "Well, come on, don't be shy."

I went over and got undressed, then knelt between her legs and positioned myself. She took her hands and guided me in. As I adjusted my position, she sniffed slightly. "Perfume again. Who was it this time?" she said, very low. "No, I know, you won't tell me without permission. But from the timing it has to be Morris, since she was your partner."

I breathed into her ear, "I have permission from the other time, though, if you still care. That time it was a little of Dearie but mostly Bolton."

"Lucky girls indeed," she breathed.

I was very aware that, without being obvious, she was moving a little bit with me, not lying there passively as she had the other time. Her breathing deepened and quickened, and it felt for all the world like she was on the verge of coming. Then, as I came and emptied myself into her, she did come. Not a sound, no real change in facial expression, but she was unmistakably coming with me. I tried to keep moving, in case anyone was watching—besides Jenny of course—so it wouldn't look like I was just prolonging things. As soon as her breathing had slowed a little, I muttered, "Thank you, ma'am," in her ear, then pulled out and got up. I looked at her. She just lay there with her eyes closed, her breasts to my mind about perfect, full and luscious, her body a bit too plump for my taste, my semen trickling from her pussy. Any slight extra breathing could be written off as just having had me compressing her diaphragm and lungs, I thought.

I got dressed and went over to Jenny. Barbara had joined her, and we all walked. When we were a little away, Barbara put her mouth close to my ear and said, "Was that an orgasm?" I thought Jenny was able to hear, too, but surely no one else. I kept my own voice really low, too. "It sure was. No idea how it could have happened. Circumstances seem like they were totally against it. Talk about it later."

We walked on, stopping occasionally, well, for me to enjoy looking at girls I had never expected to see in the nude, and sometimes to watch sex going on. It really wasn't all that long until I was about ready to go, and I told them so. During all this, Ellen found us and joined us too, which surprised me.

At one point, just ahead of us, two boys were walking. One said to the other, "Get a load of Williams." He kind of gestured with his head. "Carpet doesn't match the drapes." They both laughed and walked on. I wondered what that meant.

As we approached Williams, I looked at her. She was a moderately cute blonde, and nice enough I guessed, from what I'd seen of her. Then I saw what they must mean. Her pubic hair was a darkish brown.

I said to Jenny, but for all three of them, "That's an idiom I hadn't heard before, but I think I've figured out what he meant."

Jenny said, "My dad says that when a woman's hair isn't the same color as the roots, but it makes even more sense this way."

Barbara said, "I wonder if hair dye works the same down below as on the scalp. I'd have assumed it did, but maybe not. More likely, I guess, they just don't bother. It would be a real pain to do, it seems to me." I looked at her a little questioningly, and she said, "Even in middle school there were some girls who colored their hair, and there are some here. And you saw Williams down under for the first time, but I see her in the shower most days, her and some others." I was pleased and impressed that she'd understood what I'd been about to ask.

Before we got very much farther, I heard a voice I really didn't want to hear. Bruja called out to me, in the pseudo-sweet, mocking voice she used on me, "Morris, I'm over here. You screw most anyone, don't you? You screwed Cole, remember? Don't I look better than she does? Come and look at me, Morris."

I said, still quietly, "It won't do any good, but I'd better at least acknowledge her existence." So we wandered over to her. There she was, sitting with her knees up and her legs spread. She really was beautiful, and if things had been different I would have found her very attractive and exciting. If she had been different, that means.

I said, as evenly and courteously as I could manage, "Bruja, yes, you really are beautiful. But neither of us would enjoy it if I took a turn with you. The only enjoyment you would get would be depriving me of the pleasure of someone else. Or of finding something to say I did badly, afterward. Isn't that true? I know you're sitting there counting on my not taking you up on it, and I won't. But I'll say the same thing I've said many times. I don't know what you have against me, but I wish you would deal with it, or at least discuss it with me honestly. I'm sorry you won't, but if you change your mind I'll try to remember it might be for real and at least listen.

"And yes, I enjoy looking at you, but there used to be a saying, 'Pretty is as pretty does.' I'd rather have someone not at all pretty, but nice and kind and generous, than you, any day. I would apologize for being so blunt, but I know you just ignore anything I say unless you can somehow turn it against me."

I walked away gritting my teeth, hearing her continue taunting me. Any interaction with Bruja left me feeling hurt and frustrated and sad. I knew at this point I was just going through the motions of seeking some kind of reconciliation, but I felt I had to keep at it long after I had lost hope. Or I should really say "conciliation", not "reconciliation", there wasn't any healthy relationship to restore. "Rapprochement," perhaps, or "détente". I was pretty sure she knew she had this effect on me, and that was why she needled me the way she did, but I had to try.

Barbara said, "I know she does that to you all the time, but I've never known why." And Ellen said, "I've heard her do it before, but I didn't even know it was all the time."

Jenny took them both by the arms and walked away. "I think I know as much as you do, Phil, and I'll explain what I know. We'll see you in a bit." If she really wanted to watch, I thought, I hoped she would remember how ready I was—though I'd wilted a little in the last couple of minutes. Well, there wasn't much to say about Bruja and me, anyway.

With so many choices, I thought I would consider everyone, but before I got far at all I saw one of my favorite fellow students. She was someone I never would have considered in a sexual or romantic light, but only because she really had no figure whatsoever. Aside from that, she was everything I could ever want. Smart, truly sweet and nice, talented in several areas. She had a cute face, with shortish, very curly red hair, and a good number of freckles. Her attitude toward life was optimistic and cheerful, taking things as they came almost all the time. Where Molly's cheeriness often grated on my nerves, feeling forced to me, Rosa looked on the bright side in a way that humbled me.

And I had a thing about red hair, the real, honest, carroty-orange shade. When I was in grade school, there were two or three redheads among the girls, and for whatever deep, psychological reason, I found them compellingly cute. Rosa hit me the same way. I'd seen women and, I thought, some girls with dyed red hair, and it never gave me the same reaction.

I'd been her partner on several projects, and we were definitely friends. I felt toward her much the way I had toward Jenny, when I hadn't noticed that she had grown up and filled out some. The thing was, Rosa hadn't. She was skinny, not slender, with the proverbial no-more-breasts-than-a-boy body. Indeed, I knew a lot of boys with bigger breasts, though in their case fat—overall body fat—or muscle was the explanation. Rosa just plain didn't have any overall body fat at all. And while she was no weakling, she wasn't visibly muscular at all, either.

Seeing her nude for the first time, I saw some things I hadn't realized before. She actually had some very slight bust, so little that it just plain didn't show at all through clothes. I figured her bras actually hid this, there wasn't enough to fill even a small cup. But what was there was definitely a woman's breasts, not what a man might have. The nipples and areolas were full sized, and made me want to fondle them. And the patch of pubic hair above her crotch was the same wonderful color as the hair on her head, or a tinge darker. Sitting there above her exposed pussy, it raised my temperature a bit. The pussy was incidentally not dripping anything at all.

"Phil!" she greeted me with obvious, unfeigned delight. "I guess you've got a lot of choices today. Are you enjoying yourself? I know you caught Morris, I saw that, and you amazed me, by the way. But a few minutes ago, didn't you have your harem with you?"

"They had some things they wanted to talk about among themselves. And yes, I've been enjoying myself, and it looks like I'm about to again." I did see the girls approaching, from behind Rosa, and I said quietly, "If having them watching is a turnoff, I can go elsewhere, if you'd rather. You're right, there are more possibilities that I can manage."

"Why should I mind, under the circumstances? People I'd mind a lot more than your friends could come and look at me at any point. But—do you really mean to take a turn here with me? I know you like curves that I don't have, and a whole bunch of others do have them, today."

"I just had occasion to tell someone, 'Pretty is as pretty does,' meaning she isn't really because she doesn't, however beautiful she is to look at. But it works both ways, and you just may be the nicest person I know." By this point I was definitely speaking loudly enough that the others could hear. "I mean that as a tribute to you, not as denigrating anyone else present. But I do mean it."

She blushed, quite a sight with her fair skin, the redness running down to her breasts and below. That reminded me of something. "Rosa, you must be sunscreen from head to foot, to be out here like this. That stuff doesn't last all that well. How are you managing?"

"I have special permission, special instructions even, to carry a tube or two with me whenever I'm likely to be outside for any time at all. I do have to keep applying it. Especially, what you were just proposing will rub a lot off. Tube's in my gym clothes over there."

Some sessions on one major project had involved more comforting than working, as she had been badly enough sunburned that the pain was very distracting. I would have hugged her, but that would have made it worse. I did spread some of the prescribed ointments or lotions on her upper back and shoulders and neck. At that point, by doctor's orders, she wasn't wearing a bra, which I found pretty distracting myself, even given her lack of figure and the fact that I couldn't see her front—or even all of her back—but I managed to keep my hands where they belonged, and was rewarded by an obvious reduction in the pain. She had asked me to let her apply to other areas herself, in the girls' lavatory. Since I was sure she hadn't been doing nude or topless sunbathing, I was sure the rest was mostly her legs and areas above her breasts. Such as they were.

Of course, in those days, we weren't studying in anybody's room, behind closed doors. We were in the library, or maybe a corner of the cafeteria, working together for several hours at a time. We broke for more treatment when the pain got too bad, and I carefully pulled up the back of her blouse, or went under it from the neck after she had opened a button or two, very modestly keeping her front toward the table. At that age, that alone was a tremendously erotic experience for me. It surely had been all too painful to be erotic at all for Rosa.

Anyway, I wanted to move ahead, and said so. She lay back with her legs apart. "No," I told her, "please sit up again for a few minutes. It's not as though there's a line, so I'm planning to enjoy more than a quick screw. Although, if you object, say so and I'll just plow ahead."

She said, "With this much choice available, who would bother with me? The ones going out for a drive want a model with headlights."

"Well, I might wish for you to be bigger there, but we can't have everything, and there are compensations."

I moved up to her and put my arms around her and kissed her. It seemed this was so unexpected that she was startled, but after she realized that I meant it she kissed me back with passion. "Oh, Phil, do you know that no one's ever even tried to kiss me like that before? That alone makes this a red-letter day for me."

"I'm sorry I let that happen, then, but you know this year is the first time we've really had opportunity for that, at least without looking over our shoulders to make sure no one was watching."

We kissed again and again, with rapidly increasing urgency on her part. "You make me feel so good!" she told me. "I don't really know what to do. I mean—you know what I mean. Monday, when I got caught, he just took off my clothes and poked inside and that was about it."

I kissed her again. "I'm kind of glad I won't be hurting you that way, Rosa. There's one other thing to ask, and it's impertinent except that I'm being practical. Do I correctly gather that you've never had an orgasm, or have you masturbated? The point here is, how likely is it this time, which you probably don't know, and how loud are you likely to be?" I sat back and looked at her.

"No, first time is yet to come. I'd love it to be with you, but I don't know what to expect."

"I've been getting experienced at this, I'm afraid, and the range has been from no more than kind of heavy breathing to, well, you did hear Cole, right? With the median being pretty loud. I think the really quiet ones were trying very hard to keep it that way, actually. So what I'm getting at is that I'd rather avoid all the attention that might bring, and I suspect you'd rather not have a dozen boys liked up one after another—unless you do turn out to be like Cole, the more the better. But anyway, if you start to make a lot of noise, I'll try to move fast to gag you with my hand, unless you find you can do it. I'm just warning you. I'd rather have that problem than have it be blah for you."

"I understand."

I kissed her again, this time indeed fondling those nipples, and they rose up crinkled and hard, and she gasped. "Oh, I don't know what's happening to me. That feels so wonderful!" I laid her back, and continued attention to the nipples for a bit more, then moved a hand down between her legs. As I ran my finger along between the labia, she gasped again and again. I ran it into her for a moment, trying to make sure the wetness was spread widely, and she was so wet!

"At this point I'd have some inclination to use my tongue down there, but I don't think you need it, so let's just proceed to the main event, all right? Less chance of being interrupted, and I'm eager too." I positioned myself and opened her up and slid in. She was tight, but plainly ready. I held still for a moment, and then said, "Let me know if it gets uncomfortable, please." I started moving, and she gasped and moaned. She moved with me, but she was holding on and moaning pleadingly. I did my best to move to help her, and I felt her start to come, so I got my hand ready. To my astonishment, she merely whimpered almost under her breath. The sensations on my cock were enough to get me coming too. I may have made more vocal noise than she did.

"Phil, oh Phil, thank you! You're the first boy who has ever even suggested I was attractive to him, at all, in any way, and then you do that for me!"

I kissed her again, came out, kissed her once more, and moved back a bit to get dressed. She sat up, and there were tears in her eyes. When I was ready, she stood up to hug me, and whispered, "Thank you so much. You haven't made my day, you've made at least my year," and then sat down.

I said, "Thank you, Rosa, it was wonderful. And yes, I've been telling that to pretty much all the girls, but it's true, every time I've said it." And seeing her so happy made my day as well.

I went over to Jenny and Barbara and Ellen, then said to them, "Please wait just a moment, I've just thought of something." I turned back to Rosa. "Rosa, would you like me to put sunscreen on your back? I know reaching there is pretty hard. I remember lotions."