The Humper Game Pt. 01 Ch. 03

"Oh, Phil, if you would that would really help." And she pulled the tube out from her gym uniform, handed it to me, and lay down face down. I had just started on her neck and shoulders, when the girls were there beside me, grabbing the tube and passing it around. They really went to work. I had planned to leave all but her back and shoulders to her, but they did her ass and arms and legs, too.

"White, if you want to roll over, we can do the front, too, if you like," Jenny said, and Rosa wasted no time. Jenny took Rosa's hands and squirted some sunscreen on them. "I think it would do better if you do your face and ears and anything on your head, and maybe the front of your neck. And I'd say Phil's entitled to do the chest and stomach and your pussy, under the circumstances, wouldn't you?"

Rosa just said, "Oh, thank you, it really helps." She got busy on her head and neck. I looked daggers at Jenny, but she just handed me the tube and said, "Get busy!" so I did. From the shoulders down, underarms, front and sides, I smeared it on pretty thick. The nipples stood up again, but I tried to ignore this, and despite what I'd been doing just minutes before, I was blushing pretty hard as I worked it into her pubic hair and her hips and down around and through her pussy. Jenny laughed at me, and Ellen and Barbara smiled, but Rosa's smile was something else again. She sat up again, and said, "Thank you all, it's a pain and a lot of it is really difficult to get at." She said kind of wistfully, "I really wish I could have Phil do it again, and I don't mean the sunscreen! I know he's spoken for, and I'm grateful to you all, but I do wish."

The three girls, my "harem" it seemed, looked at each other. "White, come talk to me tomorrow sometime, morning maybe. We discussed it days ago, and I don't have any kind of exclusive claim or veto, even if Phil kind of acts like I do. And he doesn't have one on me, even though he's the only one I'm screwing outside gym class and mostly happy with that.

"But since he does act that way, you probably should talk to me instead of him. I don't want to be selfish, it's just that none of us gets as much of him as we'd like, partly because we all need to study. There's no room for you to study with us, I mean that, but it really looks like you belong with us except for that. We'll think and talk about it. Room 61, tomorrow after breakfast?"

"I'll try. And thank you!"

As we walked away, she said, "I started to get mad about the things you were saying about her, and then I realized you meant it all, every word, and what you meant. She is really nice, isn't she?"

I told her, "You remember what I said about you the other day, that I hadn't ever considered you with romantic or lustful fantasies because I still thought of you as a flat-chested freshman? Well, she still is that flat-chested, and I'd never thought of her that way, either. Seeing her in the nude, well, that changed my thinking some. But I am not putting any of you down one teeny bit when I say I think she's the nicest person I know! And," I added, "I have to confess that red hair like that, the real thing, is a huge turn-on for me, and always has been. I don't know why. And dyed hair never gets it right.

"Anyway, notice, she wasn't expecting anyone to give her any attention, much less affection. Including me. You weren't there yet, but she thought I just stopped to chat, and she was taken completely by surprise to realize I'd stopped to take a turn with her. She never did realize, until I had asked if she minded having you watching. But she was still cheerful and accepting about it, even beforehand, surprised and happy to have me stop to say hi. And you saw how much the little affection I could give her, then and there in those circumstances, meant to her. If, oh, if you three and Claire and Rosa were lined up, and I was told at gunpoint that I had to pick one of you immediately to get married to, I don't think it would be her. I don't know which it would be, by the way. But even so, I'd do an awful lot to make her happy, any time I could. So thank you for being so helpful to her, and for your generous maybe-offer."

We walked on chatting, looking at the offerings. That is, Ellen for sure and, I thought, the others were entitled to apply dildos to any of the boy forfeits, but they really didn't have any interest in that unless it was someone they thought really deserved it, not for whatever foul earned the forfeit but beyond that. For the most part, that was the automatic forfeits, and occasionally another one. I, on the other hand, really did want to screw as many of the girls as I reasonably could, and moreover it always took a while for me to be ready again, so I was looking at naked girls as possibilities for me, and also trying to get aroused again. For many of them, seeing them getting screwed helped me with that part. But anyway, eventually I was ready, and I thought there'd be plenty of time for one or maybe even two more. I headed off to near where Ms. Miller was, where I had seen Moira Roberts earlier.

I hadn't said anything to anyone about it, least of all to her, but she was the other one besides Claire I had lusted after for two years or more. She was built much the same as Claire—or Jenny or Barbara—but with a bigger bust. She wasn't quite as sunny in attitude as Rosa, but she nonetheless was habitually that way. She had a bit of a southern drawl, and a throaty alto voice, which I found enchanting. And she was nice, the same way Rosa was, and for that matter as all of them were. We were on good terms, I liked her a lot and thought she liked me a lot, though it was a little hard to be sure because she liked almost everyone. I'd actually been planning to head for her when I spotted Rosa.

Ms. Miller was busy, but the line only had one boy in it, and she didn't look dragged down the way she had on Monday. I was glad of that. There also was no visible lake there having drained out of her, though I suspected that by this time she was probably pretty sticky and rather flaccid inside.

But when we got to Moira, something was definitely wrong. She was crying, not bawling, not even dripping too many, but fighting a losing battle against tears. And when I got to where I had a better view of her, I could see why.

"Oh, Phil, that bastard!" she wailed. I longed to sweep her into my arms, but that would only make matters worse. Because what was wrong, unless there was more yet, was that her belly and pubic hair and the bottoms of her breasts were dripping with semen. I knew her well enough to know that if I held her and got it on me, she would feel responsible for the mess, and even more ashamed.

I dropped to my knees beside her and gave her an awkward hug, one arm around the shoulders. "Moira! I'm so sorry! I see what happened, but who did it?"

I was distantly aware of Barbara taking off at a run, and vaguely wondered why, but my mind was on what Moira was saying. "It was Sharkey. He was in, but when he was on the point of coming, he pulled out and deliberately sprayed it all over me. Phil, I don't have anything to clean it off with except my clothes, and everyone would still see. I'm so ashamed to just be this way, Phil, I'll just die if everyone has to see me! And as he got up he laughed and said, 'Just wait until next time, bitch! I'll do even more.'"

I was considering offering to lick it all off her. Sharkey. Yuck. Rationally, I knew it shouldn't taste any worse than when I'd cleaned Jenny off, but the whole idea was very distasteful. I was about to offer it anyway, since I couldn't think of anything else, when Barbara ran back up with a handful of wet paper towels and a large handful of dry ones. Bless her for thinking faster and better than I had! I said to Moira, "Look what Dearie thought to bring. I'm ashamed I didn't. Do you want to clean yourself off, or would you like one of us to?"

She snatched the wet towels from Barbara and started wiping. Barbara handed her dry ones one at a time, and she got herself clean and dry. She was still crying, but she stood up and gave Barbara a hug, which I admit I envied just a little, and stood there crying on her shoulder. "Thank you, oh, thank you. I just couldn't bear it, and you've saved me from that." She turned to me and gave me a bit of a hug, too.

I told her, "Thank you, but I don't deserve it. I was trying to think of some way to help, but I was too slow and stupid." I was trying not to show just how horny I was.

She looked at me. "You came over here so you could have a turn screwing me, didn't you? I'm sorry I was so overwrought. We ought to get on with it while there's still time." And the warning whistle sounded right then.

I said, "You don't know how much I do want to, but you're right, it's probably too late. And you are so overwrought that it would feel to me like rape, at this point. Really. I hope I do get another chance, sometime, but if I don't, please remember that you do have friends who care about you."

Barbara came over and hugged her again. "I'm so glad we were coming over here, and that we could help. And since Phil's blaming himself for not thinking, I'm glad the idea hit me. He can tell you that way too often I want to help, but hang back waiting for someone else to do it.

"And I'm trying to change, but it's hard going. You're someone I really admire. Would I be presumptuous if I asked you to call me Barbara?" They hugged again, and cried a little on each other's shoulders.

The final whistle sounded, and Moira got dressed, and we all started trooping in. I looked around, but Jenny and Ellen had collected all the paper towels, and they threw them away as we passed the lavatory. Moira thanked us all and each, a little tearfully again. She told me, in front of them all, "Phil, I owe you sex, and not in gym when you're already entitled. We'll have to work out a time, but I mean it. You may not have thought of the towels, but I know if you hadn't come over Barbara wouldn't have been there either. And I hope," she went on looking at the others, especially Jenny, "that doesn't make you feel I'm poaching on your claim. I don't know the details there, and I owe you all." She went off to the girls' wing.

Jenny looked at me. "I might feel that way if things were different, but as it is, you make a date with her sometime soon, with my blessing. I don't know how you wind up with such nice people as friends, but she sure is one. And I could see you holding yourself back to avoid embarrassing her, when what you really wanted was to just go over and climb aboard." The other two laughed.

I said, "Barbara, again, thank you for thinking. I don't know what was wrong with me. All I could think of was first to offer her my shirt, and that would have humiliated her even more, in her own view, and then second to offer to lick it all off. And I think that would have been as bad for her, and, well, if it were mine I wouldn't have hesitated, but Sharkey's . . .  I really didn't want to, but I didn't see anything else I could offer. I wish I could come up with something appropriate to do to him, though!"

We went our separate ways. I got my shower, thinking all the while. We hadn't really discussed studying for that evening, and I wasn't sure, but I packed up my stuff and headed over to the girls' wing at the signal. Ms. Miller was there again, and I suddenly had an idea. "Ms. Miller, things happened at the end of gym, and Jenny, um, I mean O'Malley may or may not be expecting me. I know it's an imposition, but could you send someone to ask her?"

She called out to a girl who was passing by and asked her to do so. She glared at me, but by now it didn't surprise me when what she said was, "Thank you for your gentleness this afternoon. Is it too much to ask you to keep what ensued to yourself?"

I did my best to look like I was being defiant and cheeky. "Not too much, but too late. My friends who were watching recognized it, and asked me to confirm, and I did. I'll ask them not to pass it on, not that I think they would. Um, Claire and Ellen might be there too, when I can ask them, though."

She looked indignant. "Your harem is fine, if you will ask them. They're all discreet. But I do thank you for a very good experience, which made the rest of the afternoon much more bearable."

I tried to look unsure of myself. "Will you pass something on for me, please? I need a chance to talk to Mr. Miles briefly, privately, and preferably without anyone knowing I've asked. Tonight or tomorrow if possible."

Her scowl deepened. "I'll pass it on. He may want to talk to you about how you've been sassing me."

I raised my voice and tried to look defensive. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way!"

At that point Jan came up and reported that yes, Jenny was wondering what had become of me. Ms. Miller said, "We'll see about that! You just get out of my sight, right now!" I fled down the hall.

When I got to Jenny's room, all four of them were there, already at work. Jenny got up to kiss me, and then sat down, and I sat too. I said, quietly, "Ms. Miller had words for me. She thanked me for being gentle with her, and for what followed." Claire and Ellen looked curious. "She came while I was on top of her, and somehow managed not to show it except by breathing a little hard. Barbara spotted it, I should add, and asked me. But anyway, she asked that I not spread it around. I said that Barbara and Jenny knew, and that I'd ask you to keep mum, not that I think you would gossip about it, and I told her that you two might be here when I had a chance to address it. She said my harem, quote unquote, was fine, you were all discreet. And just by the way, she is not the only one who has referred to you to me that way. I'm sorry to have to report your loss of status in people's eyes."

Barbara said quietly, "Phil, I for one am not in the least offended. For me, anyway, it's a big step up from being the ice maiden, always alone."

I went on, "I'm going to tell you a little more that should not be passed on, period. Ms. Miller is quite an actress, and anyone watching us as she checked me in thinks I am dirt in her eyes, and we used this as cover for the conversation I just mentioned, but also for me to ask to see Mr. Miles privately. I may get summoned tonight or tomorrow to get a proper talking-to from him, for not showing her proper respect. But I want to warn him about Sharkey, regarding Moira I mean, and I do not want anyone to know I'm doing it. So if this happens, feel free to defend me or chew me out yourselves, whichever seems appropriate."

We studied hard for about twenty minutes, and then there was a knock on the door. Barbara got up and let Moira in. My jaw was dropping, but none of the others seemed surprised at all. Jenny told me, "You're so cute when you can't understand what's going on. We don't have that long before supper, but if you two get going you should have plenty of time." She turned the covers back on the bed.

I asked Moira, "Is this your idea, or hers?"

"She suggested it. I agreed. I meant what I said, earlier, you know. You could have ignored that mess, pushed me down and taken me, and then wiped yourself off with my clothes, or something like that, you know. You wouldn't, but there are boys in our class who would have."

"If you're really sure, I sure won't say no! But I do think I owe it to you, and to one of the others if not all of them, to say something first.

"When I took my turn with Claire in class Monday, she was feeling pretty down. Not like Barbara was, with Wagner having abused her, but she was, anyway. I think getting screwed in the ass, by the teacher no less, in front of the whole class would do that to most anyone, and she was feeling not at all attractive. So I told her that, well, for the past couple of years, the girl I had most fantasized about, and I mean lust here but romance too, was her. I told her, there was only one other even close. I was bending the truth just a little, because you were really about equal in my desire, one or the other of you first at different times. But yes, I wanted you that much, too. And it isn't just looks that matter to me, that make you two both that attractive.

"Anyway, I thought I had a chance, and I was really, really disappointed, but there are more important things. So I can't tell you how much this means to me. But are you sure you're OK with it, after someone went out of his way to humiliate you just a while ago?"

She moved up to me and held me and kissed me very determinedly. "Phil, yes, I want you, right now. Will you quit worrying about it?"

She was in her everyday uniform. We all were, of course. I kissed her again. I was feeling way too eager for my own good, and hers. I squeezed at her ass, pulling her up against me hard. I ran my hands up under her blouse, and unfastened her bra, and moved around to cup and stroke her breasts. I was already breathing like I'd been running. She was just a little breathless herself. She pulled blouse and bra up over her head and down her arms, tossing them to Ellen, who was handy and who caught them. She pulled my shirt off, too, and kissed me again, rubbing her breasts against my chest.

She said quietly, "This feels a lot different than when I got caught on Wednesday. And nothing at all like Sharkey." I kissed her again, fondling her breasts, and then I bent over to bury my face in them, nuzzling and sucking and licking. I sat her on the bed and removed her shoes and socks, and then her shorts and underwear. That left me on my knees in front of her, and I pulled her thighs apart and began nuzzling and licking at her pussy.

She asked me, "Are you sure that's OK with you?"

"Yes, it's more than OK. I hope it's good for you, too."

Jenny took this as an opportunity to hand her a furled washcloth. "If you should come at some point, and if you can't keep pretty quiet about it, please stick this in your mouth and bite down on it." Moira just nodded.

I continued, and pretty soon she was gasping and moaning and moving. I put in a finger, and as I went on it seemed clear to me that she was about to come. Her gasps became more frantic and a little more vocal. When she did come, she didn't use the washcloth, but she closed her mouth tightly. Small moans escaped, but nothing loud. I moved back away from her a little, and she put a hand down and rubbed, not in the area I had been stimulating. Finally she was done. I finished undressing myself and got into bed with her. I kissed her.

She said, still a bit breathlessly, "Phil, that was wonderful, but it wasn't what I was looking for. I do get you inside, don't I?"

By way of answer, I took her hand and put it on my cock. I said, "Think about it a moment." Then I added, "Would you mind being on top?

"I don't know what to do, but I guess I've just been finding out I didn't know what I was doing before. Twice being screwed by boys who don't care at all about me apparently isn't much preparation for someone who does. What am I thinking? Of course we can try it that way! Just let me know if I do something wrong."

She moved to straddle me on her knees, bending over me. Before she did anything else, she gave me a lingering kiss. I took the opportunity to fondle those wonderful breasts some more, eliciting a couple more gasps. She took hold of my cock and got it aimed right, making sure her labia were parted, and slid down it. She was very wet, and I was half crazy with how wonderful it felt. She slid her knees out from under her so that she was lying on top of me. "I don't know what to do now," she said.

I said, "I have some ideas." I took hold of her hips and started thrusting in and out. After just a few times, she was moving with me and moaning a little in rhythm. I felt myself at the point of coming, and thrust in as hard and far as I could, holding, not quite able to start. She whimpered and ground herself against me, and as I felt her start coming I did too. I pulled back a tiny bit, and it felt like I was spurting more than I ever had, though that seemed really unlikely given the afternoon's activities. Again, Moira vocalized quite a bit, but again almost inaudibly. I was almost whispering, myself.