The Humper Game Pt. 02 Ch. 16

Sam had already let go of my arm, and I walked over to her and sat on the grass next to her. "Labelle, I hope it's OK with you for me to have a turn now."

"And if I said no, you'd just walk away?"

"Well, actually, that's right. There have been times when I've kind of insisted, but if someone had firmly said no I would have gone away even those times."

She looked around. "Where's Jenny? She told me you wanted—well, a different kind of turn with me."

"Jenny seems to have parted company with me today. I honestly don't understand why, and I'd rather not talk about it. Please. She's forfeit herself, anyway, today, and in 'just don't touch me' mode. With me, at least. Anyway, there have been two times when you were forfeit and I really wanted to take a turn, but each time there was someone else waiting for me.

"I should tell you that you're especially beautiful to me, for no better reason than that I have kind of a thing about redheads. I don't know why."

"Well, I'm here to be screwed, whenever you're ready, I guess. That's the rule. And I have no reason whatever to single you out to say no to. In fact, every reason to say, 'yes, please,' except that I'm here because the rule says almost anyone can have me now, anyone who caught his partner, and that's a big turnoff."

I quickly got undressed. "I usually prefer to do this as making love, not as screwing some random girl, if the girl is OK with it and there's no line. There's no line. So, is it OK if we spend a little time kissing first? Understanding that we have to move ahead right away if someone else shows up for a turn?"

"You really do ask permission, don't you? Morris, I'd love it. I wish I'd just told Jenny to sign me up, yesterday."

So we lay there on the ground, kissing, for a few minutes. I thought both our temperatures rose a notch or two. I broke long enough to tell her, "When I said what I did about your hair, I wasn't putting down your breasts or the rest. Your face is very cute, too. I'd think you'd attract almost anyone, it's just that for me your hair is compelling." I stroked her breasts and kissed her again, which had us both breathing faster. I stroked her pussy, too.

She told me, "You'd better go ahead. Please, before someone comes and says you're taking too long." She lay back, with her legs apart enough. I moved on top, and as I positioned myself she guided me in.

"Oh, you feel so good in there. Both of the other times—." She cut off, and I didn't know what she was going to say, there were too many possibilities, except that they were all relatively bad.

She was moving with me, and her tension was building. In a few minutes, she came, not extremely intensely, but very definitely. Her cries were very quiet, almost whispered. I hadn't come yet, and I kept pumping. I did glance up to make sure there wasn't a line.

Labelle's eyes opened, and she looked at me. "You're really not done?" she asked.

"I'm really not done."

She resumed moving with me, and very soon the tension was building, in both of us. As I felt her getting very near, I tightened up as much as I could. When she came, I thrust in hard and began, spurting into her. Her cries were again very soft indeed, but they went on a lot longer, and the contractions were much stronger.

Finally, it was over. I tried to lift some of my weight off. I gave her a gentle kiss, and pulled out and got up.

I got dressed. There was still no one waiting, so I sat by her and kissed her one last time.

"If that's what you do when you're rushed, I wish I could have you sometime when you're not. Morris, I know you have no shortage of interested partners, but if you run out somehow, please ask me. Or even if you don't. The guys who've screwed me haven't been that patient with me, even when they're supposed to be taking their time and pleasing me. I mean in sex ed, and also a few times since, not in gym like this.

"And I hope Jenny comes to her senses. I really do, even if it means I never get another chance."

I thanked her, and got up, and went back over to Sam and Kitty. Kitty said, "I know how you usually do, I've been the beneficiary myself. You were so good to her, it was wonderful to watch, and it makes me want to drag you back into that tall grass and do it all again."

We walked around some more. There really weren't that many choices at all, and no others that I found compellingly attractive except Jenny. I watched her get screwed once, and Sam kind of dragged me away again. I watched two or three others being screwed, and in spite of it all I was aroused enough that I decided to go for one more. I picked one more girl I had never really had contact with, simply for the reason that no one else had taken a turn with her yet. I talked with her a bit, checking that it really was OK with her, and asked about kissing her, receiving not just permission but encouragement. She told me that she had been wishing someone, anyone, would take a turn with her, because watching all the activity around her had her turned on pretty thoroughly. I wondered a little. She wasn't as pretty as a lot of others waiting, to my eyes anyway, but she was really nice, at least on such a short acquaintance. We spent some time kissing, and when I went in she came pretty quickly and loudly. I came too, with no difficulty. I'm not mentioning her name because I never so much as spoke to her again, beyond a friendly "Hi" whenever we passed. I hope she remembers me as fondly as I remember her.

Somewhere in all that, Claire and Barbara came up. Barbara said, "I'd have found you long ago, but I just heard. I'm sure we haven't got it all, or all straight, but I don't think that matters." She came up and gave me a long hug. "Both of us," she went on, looking at Claire, "if there's anything we can do to help, let us know. And speaking for myself, that means anything from a quickie in the shower to every night for a week, you say the word and it's yours. I owe you more than I can ever tell you, and none of that would begin to cover it. I doubt that's what you need, but you remember I said it and I mean it."

Claire hugged me, too. "I'm so sorry, whatever the real problem is. I hope you get it worked out, and soon. I think I don't owe you the way Barbara does, but her offer goes for me, too, you were wonderful to me beyond words when I was ready to just lie down and die. The sex was a lot better later, but the comfort couldn't possibly have been, and I wouldn't have realized that was what I needed. If I thought it would help, I'd go tell Jenny off, at any length it took."

They walked with us a little, then went back to find their own partners. I was touched so much I was about to cry.

It wasn't long before the end of gym, and Sam and Kitty and I walked back together. Kitty hugged and kissed me goodbye with enthusiasm and went off to the girls' wing. I asked Sam, "Do we have plans for tonight?"

"Well, for obvious reasons I had expected you to be somewhere else. And if you have someone else lined up, or think you can line up someone, tell me. Otherwise, you're with me—or I might arrange for something else for you. We'll nail it down at supper. In the meantime, obviously we're not studying with Jenny unless something changes. So after your shower, just study in your own room, by yourself, OK? I've got some things to take care of, but if I can I'll be there before suppertime."

She kissed me, and we headed off in different directions. I showered quickly. I had plenty to do, from the day's classes, and they needed extra attention because I had been so distracted through the classes. For that matter, I still was, but time—and, well, gym class activity—had dulled the pain I was feeling a little. I buckled down to it.

Fairly late in the period there was a knock at the door. I opened it, and there were Sam, looking determined, and Jenny, looking anxious. They came in and I closed the door. Jenny looked at me. She hesitated, then started to say something, then hesitated again. Finally, she launched into speech.

"Phil, I'm sorry. Your, your girlfriend, your partner, came to my room, and pushed her way in before I could stop her, and wouldn't leave when I told her to. When I screamed at her to. She screamed at me, too, as much as she needed to to make me listen. And the trouble is, she was right."

Jenny was crying now, kind of hard. "I'm sorry. I was wrong to treat you the way I have all day. I blew up on you with no warning, when you hadn't done anything we hadn't agreed was all right and been doing all along. And I wouldn't listen to you, or really tell you anything, or talk to you courteously at all. I'm ashamed of myself.

"Sam's whole scene with me was like a replay of the time I talked to Wilma, from the other side. There was a lot of screaming there, too. And Wilma was wrong, and she admitted it in the end. You know it took her a lot longer to really be convinced—but she really had thought you'd said what you did deliberately, after all. And even longer to do anything, but that's partly my fault, and Barbara's and Claire's, though we didn't know it then. You heard what she said.

"Something has to change, but I needed to talk to you about it so we could decide what. I hurt you, and I wanted to hurt you. I'm sorry. I don't know where Phil and Jenny will be from now on, but it can't be where we've been today, and that was one hundred percent my fault. Will you please forgive me? And then can we talk about things like people who care about each other? I still love you."

I stepped up to her and took her in my arms. "Jenny, of course I forgive you. You know I love you. And yes, we'll talk, as much as we need to, as much as we can fit around classwork. I'm afraid that may not be much right away. I've been sitting here getting caught up on mine, but you've apparently been spending your time screaming at Sam—who also has classwork that's got to be done. I promise, we'll talk and work things out, it just will take longer.

"Thank you for coming to me. You know I love you, and obviously I've been hurting you and you've been bottling it up inside." I was crying hard, too.

She looked up at me, and hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. "That's the worst of it. I knew you would be willing to talk, and to do what you could—up to a point. And we had agreed on that point. I may have cause to be dissatisfied, maybe so dissatisfied as to say we're not going to be together any more. But I had no call, and no right, to treat you like you were being unfair to me. You weren't. It's that simple. I think we'll both be unhappy in the end, but I wanted to hurt you, and that's something else entirely. I had no right to feel as hurt as I have, because I agreed to everything that happened. I'm so sorry.

"Will it be OK with you to study together, and run together, but no more, at least for a while? No one else, for a bit—except Sam? No studying biology? You sleep alone or with whomever you like, and I do likewise, but for the time being we don't talk about that with each other? Can we try that?"

"You know it's not what I want, really, but yes, we can do all that. I had a tentative offer to be a running partner, and I'll have to tell her that's off at least for now—but the offer was in terms of my not getting things worked out with you. I may want to invite her to join the two of us at some point, but I won't without your agreement, and I mean your full agreement, not begrudged.

"Is it OK to study together after supper, tonight I mean? I think I'm more caught up than you are, but we both had a rough day. If so, where? And, um, are we eating together?"

"For studying together, please. Yes. Can I bring my stuff here? I'm a little afraid that if we use my room other girls will start showing up. Or Sam's room would be fine with me, if it's OK with her." She looked at Sam. "Sam, I'm sorry, I've been talking like you weren't here. You can study with us, I'll welcome it if you do, as long as we can really keep it just to classwork. I'd welcome Claire and Barbara on that basis, but I'd like a little time without them first. And your room is yours to offer, not mine, I just meant that it would be OK with me if you and Phil decide that's better than here.

"As for eating together, maybe sometimes. I have, um, other arrangements for today, and I'd like to keep them most of the time, for a while.

"And everything about all this may change when we've had a chance to talk about where we are and where we're going. I just realized, I said studying together as long as we keep it to classwork. I meant no sex. You're right, tonight we've got to stick to classwork, but I mean for us to spend some time on our issues. Think of it as the time we took from studying for sex.

"Is that all OK?"

I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. "Jenny, it's wonderful. I'll be sad and disappointed if we aren't partners any more, but that's different from hurt and bewildered. Way better, too! And everything else I can think of to say is something we should put aside until we have real time to talk. And we don't, now. The ten-minute warning is coming up soon."

"There's some other stuff I need to say to you now. I don't know how you knew I'd been with someone else last night, you always could tell and that bothered me, but I'll try to say what I should have this morning instead of blowing up. Yes, he was very good to me. And it was Brian. I have no idea whether Ellen was getting extra sleep or busy with someone else, or what. Of course, I knew he's really nice, he's studying to be like you and working hard at it. He's a better lover than the last time, and you saw that one, he was really good then. I guess the difference is that he remembered what I wanted that time, and was ready to do it again, but he never needed more than a hint to change his plans.

"But when you asked, obliquely, or I felt that was what you were doing, anyway, I felt guilty. About at least two things. One is that you were working hard to give us, all three of us, longer nights, including going without sex if needed, and when I had a night off I filled it so I got less sleep than ever, filled it with sex with someone else. But what I really felt guilty about is just plain trying to hide it from you. I should have told you in advance. I'm sorry. I knew you wouldn't be jealous—you told me he was someone I should cultivate! And that made me feel even guiltier because I've gotten to feeling jealous about all the other girls and all the time they've been taking. But I felt guilty because, well, I felt like I wasn't treating you right, pushing you away saying we needed more sleep and then screwing Brian most of the night."

I gave her another hug as the ten-minute signal sounded. "Don't feel guilty about Brian, or even about what you said there at the end. That's all part of what we have to talk about, and now isn't the time, but you're right, it won't be acceptable to insist on just sleep with me some nights and then the other nights going short on sleep to squeeze in more sex with someone else. But we'll figure out what to do about all that.

"And I'm going to insist on one thing right now." I kissed her on the lips, not a peck but not lingering, affectionately but not suggesting anything more. "I'm not going to accept nothing but kisses on the cheek from you. There's lots of room between a kiss on the cheek and great passion and desire.

"Now, let's get going. No. One minute more." I hugged Jenny one last time, and went to hug Sam. "Thank you for taking that job on yourself, and for being here now, and for all the awkward times you'll have with us for a while." I kissed her, and it was on the great passion and desire end of the scale, but not too long.

We went out on the heels of the five-minute warning. "I've got to stop at the lavatory. If you need to, better go on to the girls' wing. Are we here or in Sam's room tonight?"

"My room," Sam said. "I'll meet you for supper where we usually wait. Jenny, we'll see you later."

When I got there, she wasn't there yet. No surprise. I thought about going and getting food for myself and what I was sure of for her, but I didn't. I often went through this. We all had favorites, but there were always options, and we all varied what we chose from time to time. And she'd wind up waiting for me, almost certainly.

When she got there, we collected food, and went to sit with our friends. Sam's friends and mine. Originally Sam had sat there with my friends and Jenny's, but now they were hers as much as mine. I fielded several questions about Jenny. Or the same question, several times, really, as different people came up to ask.

"We have some things we need to discuss, and pretty clearly things are going to be different, but I don't know how yet. But at least we're talking again, and friends again. No idea on anything else." That's pretty much what I said, over and over. After a while, Sam put her arm around me and hugged me.

I went back to my room for study materials, then off to Sam's room. Jenny arrived a minute or so later. Sam said, "Before we start. Phil, we hadn't talked enough about tonight. I've made an arrangement for you. And I talked to her about the new bedtime schedule, and she's fine with it, though I actually hope you'll still wind up a little short on sleep tonight. She'll come and collect you at the right time. Jenny, at that point you can keep studying with me or go back to your own room, or elsewhere I suppose. Phil did get some work done while you and I were screaming at each other, and this will kind of even us up. Unless you have something similar set up with someone." Then we got started studying, preparing our own assignments and discussing things as they came up. It was a very fruitful session.

About an hour and a half before the signal would sound for curfew, there was a knock at the door. Sam answered, and it was Ellen. She came in, looking a little surprised to see Jenny, and said, "I'm here for Phil." Jenny looked kind of stunned. I wouldn't know what I looked like, but I felt about the way Jenny looked.

Sam said, "I told them I'd made arrangements, but not what they were. Phil, you're with Ellen tonight, and as I told you, she understands the new schedule, so as of this minute you're leaving to get ready for the night. Grab what you need and go. You kind of promised her a night the time you helped her and Brian, and it's past time to redeem that promise."

I didn't fully understand where this was coming from, but I loved Ellen and had wanted a night with her from the time this became possible, or legal, rather—from the minute the sex ed week had ended. So I grabbed clothes for running—that was today's gym clothes, smelly as they were—clothes for the day tomorrow, the toothbrush that had been in Jenny's room, class stuff I would need in the morning, razor, and other odds and ends. I kissed Sam pretty thoroughly, saying in her ear, "Thanks, I've never had a nicer surprise I can remember. And tomorrow night had better be for you." I hugged Jenny, giving her a brief kiss on the mouth, affectionately friendly but no more, and said, "Tomorrow morning, 5:30?" She looked thunderstruck again for a moment, but then said, "Yes. Please." I picked up my stuff and hugged Ellen, and she took my hand and we went out the door.

We stopped by Ellen's room to dump my stuff, then went off to the lavatory. When we got back to her room, she kissed me at length and then said, "I wasn't expecting Jenny there, and obviously she wasn't expecting me. You weren't, either, were you? Do you have any idea what Sam's up to?"

"I'll speculate, but you really need to ask Sam. She—make that, Jenny—told me that Sam pushed her way into Jenny's room and refused to leave, and they had a big screaming fight which wound up with them coming to my room for Jenny to apologize to me. Sam didn't give her any help explaining. We're studying together, and running together, but no sex. We're free to have sex with whomever we please, but we're not to parade details, even who it is I think, in front of each other. And we're going to talk about the relationship, which I think will mostly mean about Jenny's feelings about it.