The Humper Game Pt. 02 Ch. 09

Jenny looked as though she were trying to figure out the background for this. I said, "We're not going to, not tonight anyway—certainly not before I've had something else to eat." Sam laughed and took my arm and pulled me in the direction of the serving area. I said, "But when it happens, some day, remember that it was your idea in the first place." I added, "Jenny, tell you later."

We hurried to collect food and join our friends. They moved around quite a bit to squeeze in three more. We didn't really join in the discussion, though we listened as we ate. It seemed that everyone had found many, if not most, of the positions awkward or even unpleasant. A few hadn't even really been able to try out most of the sixty-nine variations, with instructors or partners or both, because one person was much taller than the other. Generally, those who could had found that the most enjoyable choice, in one form or another. Several of the girls were quite heated on what seemed to me, too, to be the most important issue. "All that time and effort on how you do things," one complained, "and none at all on whether you care for the person you're doing it with!" She was one who seemed attached to her partner, and he to her, so I could only speculate that she didn't like her instructor. But maybe she meant exactly what she said, that what bothered her was the complete lack of attention to caring about and for one's partner. Certainly I cared about my instructor, and my partners, a lot, and yet I might have said exactly what she did.

We were the last to finish up and leave. Several people stopped as they were leaving to exchange hugs, and even a few kisses, with me and my partners. With Ellen and Brian, I understood why, even though they were clearly finding themselves devoted to each other, but I was a bit surprised at how many others did—and especially at how many of the girls stopped to hug and speak to Sam. I later learned that, before we arrived, Ellen had told everyone how they had come to us, to me, and what had happened. I inferred that Sam's willingness to yield time with me had impressed everyone.

We went to Sam's room, as usual with brief stops by my room and Jenny's. I wasn't sure whether by this time Sam still was intrigued by watching boys in their lavatory or she was teasing me by pretending so, but that's where we stopped on our way.

Jenny said that she would like us to be in her room sometimes, but the hammock was in Sam's room, so for the time being we were going to be staying there. Each of them made love to me, Jenny first, then Sam, with some time for talking in between. Sam and I just kind of nestled together and went to sleep afterward. I was just delighted with both of them, and if there was any real jealousy between them they didn't let it show to me, either in how they related to me or in how they related to each other. Having them both as partners was wonderful for me.

I thought Sam was determined to never be jealous or to demand, still feeling that she owed me for her behavior over three years and for my forgiving her. With Jenny, I thought it was more complicated. She wanted more, I thought, something permanent and exclusive, but I had definitely said no to anything like that. And she understood the logic, and agreed. I thought, though, that her feelings didn't go along. Still, we all three were glad for what we had, and Jenny appreciated Sam's generosity and kindness, new-found as they were.

Revision: 4/16/2019