The Humper Game Pt. 01 Ch. 03

We lay there perhaps a minute or two. She kissed me again at length, and said, "Phil, you awe me. I thought it would be kind of like Wednesday with, never mind who, only a little better, but it wasn't at all the same. I mean, that was pleasant enough, after the pain, but nothing like this at all." She pulled herself off me. Jenny handed us damp washcloths, and we cleaned up. I was about to wash my face, when Jenny said, "Half a moment, Phil. Moira, come over here and give him a kiss on the cheek." When she did, looking puzzled, Jenny said, "Like his perfume? I do. Even when it's not from me! But go ahead and wash, Phil, we're short on time."

As I got dressed, I said, "Moira, some of the difference is that you were ready for me before I started, really. Some because I took time to get you ready. And I could take time partly because you weren't at all my first for today. But some of it has to be emotional factors, all round. And that's true with all of you. If I said I'm in love with you all, that would be way too strong, but I can't think of anything else strong enough."

Moira said, "I owe it to you to tell you this, and I think it's got to be all of you. My own daydreams weren't really about lust, but when I imagined anyone kissing me and saying he loved me, it was you, Phil, almost without exception. And touching my breasts, too, I guess, but I never got straight whether it was through my clothes or not."

Jenny said, "Two minutes to first signal."

I said, "Moira, I already told them, before you came in, and you've got to know. You won't like it, and I'm sorry. I've tried to send a message that I need to talk to Mr. Miles, privately and invisibly, and if anything comes of it I'm going to tell him about what happened to you. I know you'd rather die than call attention to yourself that way. But I'm pretty worried about what Sharkey said about 'next time,' and about him abusing other girls too. If anything comes of it, you're sure to be asked about it."

She actually gave me a kiss on the cheek—not what I was expecting. "You're right, it needs to be dealt with, and I'm too cowardly to do anything about it. So yes, I don't like it, but also thank you."

We all were ready to go when the ten-minute signal sounded. I kissed Moira and said, "It's Jenny's room, but I wish you could study with us. But you can easily see there's just no more space." We went off to supper, Moira with us.

We talked mostly idly, the biggest question being why so many forfeits today. Nobody had any ideas that sounded at all likely to me. Ellen did throw in, "I think I've figured out why more girls forfeit than boys, though. The girls keep looking back, and that can make them swerve, but even if they don't, they're blind ahead and on one side. The boys can watch where they're going a lot better." I was sure she was right, and it had been bothering me, even with a shortage of hard data.

I made a point of kissing Moira goodbye practically under Ms. Miller's nose. She was on duty again, or maybe still. It was too early for me to go in, and I was kicking myself for not at least bringing a book along. Ms. Miller glared at me again—she seemed to have that expression down pat—and pointed to the chair on the outside side of her desk, and said, "Sit!" So I sat.

She said, pretty loudly, "Why am I having so much trouble with you? This time it's a public display of affection, and you know better! Report to Mr. Miles's office immediately after the first signal. You can explain to him why you're there, not just this but earlier too, but be assured that I'll let him know later, myself. But no, you're not grounded, not yet anyway, so you don't need O'Malley to bring you your stuff, at least not now."

The girls came back out into the common area past the monitor's station, and we kind of put our heads together. I was trying to look concerned. Jenny said, loud enough to be overheard, "I see what you mean. Gee, they make us screw in gym, and then she chews you out for a little kiss?" Then, barely breathing it, she said, "It will do for an excuse, anyway. We'll all hope he listens to you." She stole a kiss, with a look that said Ms. Miller could go jump in the lake, she was going to kiss me if she felt like it. They went on into the girls' wing, and I headed for the cafeteria door nearest the staff area.

When the signal sounded for the after-supper study time, I went to the door of the staff office wing, buzzed to be let in, and explained my business, at least the official version. It seemed I was expected, and the door person waved me on as she said into her phone, "He's here, Miles." She gave me the room number almost as an afterthought.

Mr. Miles told me to sit across his desk from him. He said, "Is this so confidential that I can't tell the rest of the staff you weren't really misbehaving?"

"No, sir, not at all. But if you can find a way to deal with this situation, and if you will do something, it would be better if other students don't know I had anything to do with it. Here's what happened." I went on to tell him what I had found when I went to take a turn with Moira. I told him what Barbara had done about it, and everything Moira had said as best I remembered it, and how distraught Moira had been. He wasn't in the least surprised that Barbara was with me. I think. A chess player at his level needs a poker face more than most poker players, I guess.

I said, "I'm sure you know that Roberts was ready to die of shame, at the prospect of everyone's seeing her like that. I feel sure that Sharkey chose her for this for that very reason. And sir, you know I'm not one to get into fights, I'll do almost everything to avoid that kind of thing, but the only thing deterring me from going and tearing him limb from limb is that I'd be the one who would get pounded. She is so sweet and nice, and this was incredibly cruel."

After a moment, I added, "She would also rather die than complain to you and deal with the mess that might come of it, and I'm sure you know that too. But I told her I hoped to tell you about this, and she agreed that it had to be done. She's still afraid of the fallout, though."

He sat for several minutes, apparently thinking. I found this surprising, in a man who as a chess champion had often made very complex decisions very quickly, with no hesitation. Accounts I had read suggested that hesitating was probably a strategic ploy, at that level. But perhaps real life was more complicated, or more important, than a chess game.

At any rate, he eventually said, "I'll have to think about this some more, and consult a few people as well. I don't have to tell you to keep your mouth closed on the subject, I know, except that I'm sure your little harem will all be in on it. If you'll really emphasize to them to keep quiet, I'll appreciate it, but I know if you do that they are all capable of complete discretion. You have good taste, that way, and I commend you for it.

"I know how I can arrange a private chat with Roberts, but it will have to wait until tomorrow afternoon. I'll have to hear what she says, but if she should wind up with a forfeit Monday, can you keep your distance and keep out of whatever arises? If all goes well, you should know when that restriction becomes unnecessary."

I said I could, and thanked him. He looked at me and said, "Thank you for coming to me. You're quite right that we can't have this, though to a large extent we encourage you to solve your own problems. Do you play chess, by the way?"

The non sequitur took me by surprise. "Not really, sir. In middle school I was in the chess club, but I wasn't very good. I enjoyed reading about it, though, and learned a lot. I found Chillingford's book commenting on some important games interesting, and it gave me a lot to think about."

"You can't believe everything you read. Chillingford often sees forethought where there was none. But yes, it's a very good book on the whole. Even where he's wrong, he often suggests things the player should have thought about and foreseen. I wonder whether you mightn't have made a superior player with the proper coaching. Should you find yourself taking it up later in life, keep that in mind.

"But Ms. Miller indicated that you were quick to understand her means of speaking indirectly, and to use it well. Don't overdo that, but I'm glad you came to see me. I'm afraid you're going to have to consider yourself officially reprimanded, though not severely enough for any real consequences, and the rest of the staff will know it's a sham. It won't show on your permanent record. But for the present, please try to avoid even seeming to be rude to Ms. Miller. That's both so that I don't need to issue a punishment, and because people would wonder about it since you're normally not like that at all."

"One more thing, sir. I hope somebody is keeping an eye on Ms. Miller. It has occurred to me that certain boys in our class are not only having dildos pushed up their asses every day, but are also never getting any sex while most everyone else does, quite visibly, under their noses. It's unreasonable for them to blame her, but knowing Wagner I'm sure he does. I don't have anything but speculation, except my acquaintance with him and his friends, you realize."

"We're doing our best to watch for that. Yes, it has occurred to us. But thank you for mentioning it. It's not well to assume that others see what you do."

We talked a while longer. Mr. Miles questioned me about my interests and about how my classes and studies were going. In one way, this was normal enough. The instructors clearly had a policy of trying to know more about their students than they could learn from interactions in class. Time for this was normally limited—we had to study, and they surely had demands on their time, too. Still, over four years it added up. But his questions seemed to me to go beyond that kind of general interest. If so, I was clueless as to why he asked what he did.

He actually shook my hand in dismissing me, which was not normal teacher to student behavior in that school.

Ms. Miller waved me on with no comment, noting down the time. What with being late, I wasn't sure what I would find in Jenny's room. What I found was a normal study session, with Moira sitting in my usual chair. As soon as the door was shut, she jumped up and gave me an enthusiastic kiss.

"Thank you for doing that for me. How did it go?"

"Well enough, but I don't really know what will happen. He will probably find some pretext for seeing you, well, him or someone else of his choice, maybe tomorrow afternoon. I have some guesses about the line he may take, but they're really only guesses, and there's too much I don't know." I looked at her a bit apprehensively. "Moira, if he comes up with something that requires you to forfeit again, and probably to let Sharkey do whatever worse he meant, can you bear it? It sounded to me like that was what he was thinking at one point. He warned me that if you should forfeit again sometime soon, I needed to keep away."

She said, somewhat heatedly, "I can if I need to. I'll hate it, but if there's even a good chance of nailing Sharkey's hide to the wall I would do worse than that. Do you understand that right now I would be alone up in my room, crying my eyes out with no supper, except for you and Barbara and Jenny?" She looked at Claire and Ellen. "I'm not leaving you out, you're helping me too, just by being here and, well, letting me deprive you of Phil this afternoon. But Barbara ran to help me get cleaned up, and Jenny came to me and insisted that I come down here, and Phil has just been strong and supportive in every way. And the sex was wonderful beyond belief, but I don't mean just that!"

Jenny put in, "I can attest to the crying her eyes out part. It was quite a job getting her to open the door to me. Moira, people love and admire you, and you're smart and beautiful. Why are you so timid? Don't be!"

She looked at me and said, "We've had some time studying that you missed, and no one has any classes tomorrow. If we're strict about it, it's my turn with Phil, and watching you all the last couple of days has me ready to just push him down on the floor and not bother with any preliminaries at all. Moira, you can stay and watch or leave now, whichever you prefer. Phil's right, there's no room for one more for real studying, but for observation of biological research there's room for you."

Moira just sat back down, as Jenny got up.

"I mean it, Phil. I do want you to kiss me and so on, a little, but I'm so wet and ready that you need to get going. Not too much of the 'and so on.' Now!" And within about fifteen seconds she had divested herself of her clothes. It took me a little longer with mine. She looked around and grabbed the washcloth Moira hadn't used. "Get in that bed right now!" I got.

She did let me kiss her for a couple of minutes, enjoying her breasts. Those suffered a little by comparison with Moira's, but they were here and now, and beautiful in their own right, and they were Jenny's. As I probed down below, she gasped. "I had been planning to make you eat my pussy, after watching you do it to almost everyone else, but I don't think I want to wait. Wonderful as it was when you did it."

I told her, "Tough luck, Jenny! Learn to be patient!" I leaned down to where I could start licking, and did so. She made complaining noises, but they just turned into moans as I kept on. I kept it up until she came, barely getting her washcloth into her mouth in time. This time I didn't stop, and maybe two minutes later she came again. At that point, I moved her around a little and got on top of her and came inside. Almost instantly she was moving with me, pleading noises faintly heard behind the gag, and as she began coming a minute later so did I.

A bit later, she quit thrashing and spat out the washcloth. She kissed me fiercely, and when I came off she told me, "My turn!" I was kind of limp, still not exactly small, and she pushed me back on the bed and took my cock in her mouth, licking and sucking. Now, she'd done that much after our first time, but plainly this time the goal was not to get me cleaned off. Still, I wasn't much ready at this point, and she kept working at it, and after a little while I was as erect and hard as ever. I thought she was getting me ready for one more time, but apparently not, because she kept it up until I came, and then she kept sucking and swallowing. There were startled exclamations, not very loud, from our audience.

Barbara intervened, stuffing damp cloths into our hands. "Hurry it up, the first warning is in about two minutes." We cleaned ourselves up, hurrying to get dressed. The warning did sound before I was ready. I finished, collected my stuff, kissed Jenny and Moira and waved to everyone else, and slipped out the door, just about as the five-minute warning sounded. I hurried but didn't run, and passed Ms. Miller with minutes to spare, albeit not many. I muttered, "Thank you!" as I went by her.

I was really tired. I got to bed as fast as I could.

Revision: 4/2/2019