The Humper Game Pt. 02 Ch. 17

I threw in one more thing. "By the way, Sam arranged one more night for me, Tuesday night, with Ginny Milliken. And I told her that it was the last time, not just with her, but with housekeeping and kitchen staff, anyone but students. So that's one part of the list you can forget about. I'd love time with Heather and Mary and Janet and Madison and even Molly, and probably others, but I won't do that. I told her there were other guys who would love having someone show up in their rooms for a night."

There was a brief pause as they all looked at me. Jenny got up and came over and kissed me. Then Sam said, "OK. Showers. We can even start a little early. Who is showering with Phil?"

I said, "You are, and that's flat, unless you yourself have some actual objection to it. It's still your night."

So Sam and I headed to the shower room, with Jenny and Ellen heading off to get clothes and soap and stuff. We were early enough to have a good choice of where to shower. Enough people didn't run or whatever in the mornings, or quit running early, that there were already a lot showering, but still, we got one of the semi-isolated semi-rooms. This was convenient, as the tops of the partial walls were handy places to put soap and shampoo.

Sam and I started right in washing each other. My hair needs shampooing daily, but it really doesn't take that long. Sam's was long enough and thick enough that having me to shampoo her was an advantage for her. I was irresistibly reminded of two very wonderful showers with Bella, one washing her hair, one keeping it as dry as I could. I cleaned Sam's hair. She turned to me and stood under the falling water, closing her eyes so I could soap her face. She was trusting me so much it hurt me. I soaped and rinsed her neck and shoulders, her arms and hands, her back. I soaped her breasts, once again spending more time than was reasonable. I soaped her ass and hips, down her legs, and her feet, one at a time. I stood up again and soaped her pussy, and rinsed that. She was panting and gasping so hard I thought she would come just from that.

She washed me in much the same way. She did my hair, then turned me to where the water ran into my face. She washed my face. I could only trust that she got it all rinsed before I opened my eyes. She washed down my body, then came back up to wash between my legs and finally my cock. I almost came all over her, right there.

I moved her over to the wall, which was almost shoulder high, and picked her up and sat her on it. This was no mean feat. I ate her pussy until she came. She kept it quieter than sometimes, but loud enough that everyone in the shower room was staring our way.

I boosted her down, and then bent my knees enough to get in. I picked her up by the thighs, pinning her as best I could against the short wall, and thrust in and out until we both came. Sam moderated her volume about the same amount.

During all this, I was aware that Jenny and Ellen had come in next to us. They shampooed each other's hair and washed each other's backs, but otherwise washed themselves. When Sam and I came together, there were some approving comments from their direction.

Sam and I fairly quickly washed each other's genitals and surrounding areas. I took more time at this, since washing inside her was difficult, and I knew I could never get it all. We kissed more than a few times during all of this.

We all moved out and dried off and got dressed. I gave each of the girls a hug and kiss. As Sam and I went back to her room, I hurried, as I knew I was near to being late by this time. This one had not been a quickie in the shower.

I did make it out, checking out with Miss Milliken, with a few minutes to spare. I thought I had everything I needed for the morning classes.

Sam and I waited for Ellen and Jenny. We dumped our things and went after food, the signal having sounded while we waited. I was happier than I could remember being that week, so happy it made it hard to eat. Sam sat on my right and Ellen on my left, Jenny beyond her. I decided that I was going to keep out of seating arrangements unless they caused friction. We talked mostly about nothing of importance, though we all knew there were things we needed to talk about.

I did raise the issue of Saturday night. Ellen, who was ahead of me, at least, in eating, told me she would go and sound out Ellen and Deedee. Five minutes later, she came back, and told me it was all arranged, they would come to Sam's room for me maybe forty-five minutes after supper was over. I gave her a kiss.

I said, "I guess it's really too late to be asking this, but this is OK with all three of you?" I got smiles from all of them, and hugs from Ellen and Sam, so apparently it was.

Sam told me, "We may feel that they're entitled to another night, in a couple of weeks or so. PMS. We're all going through it now. The pill often evens out the mood swings, it certainly seems to in me, though after almost four years I guess it's hard to remember what it was like before. Not to mention not really knowing how it would be now without the pill. But if they don't really enjoy it Saturday night, tell us, and we can discuss it with them. I heard when Ellen asked you, and I know they both want you, I hope you can give them both enough."

Ellen said, "Phil, we all say that, but it's not really PMS. With the pill, the hormone cycle isn't quite the same, but there are still mood changes. Sam's right, it's mostly way better, but—." She trailed off.

I knew this had been covered in class, a couple of times, but for guys it wasn't a constant issue, and I had to work to remember.

It was time to head off to our morning classes. Jenny walked with me our first class, holding my arm, which got some smiles. I was touched that these folks cared enough to be happy that things seemed to be heading back to normal. The instructor smiled at us, too. I didn't float through the afternoon in free fall, though it sometimes felt like it. Both Jenny and I carried our share of the discussion, and gave reasonable answers when we were questioned directly.

In gym, a few did diving, while the rest of us played cricket. The swimming pool just wasn't big enough for that many people, and diving in particular is one at a time, so they didn't make us all just sit and watch the lucky few being instructed. Cricket is popular in a lot of countries, mostly the former British Empire, so it made sense for us to know our way in it, but we never got enough of it to be very good. I thought they'd have had us doing polo, but for the need for so many horses. Oh, we never did curling or ice hockey, or even just ice skating, because there was no ice rink. Ice arena. Compromises.

At the end of gym, we showered separately, but then the four of us studied together in Sam's room. A little before the end of the period, Sam asked Jenny, "Do you want a quickie with Phil now? There's about time for that. Otherwise it looks like it will be a week and more for anything." Jenny looked surprised and rebellious for a moment, and then abruptly said, "Yes, I do!" and started pulling off her clothes.

I said to Sam, "For the future, please ask me, first," as I started getting undressed myself. She looked chastened, and said, "Yes, Phil, you're right, and I'll try to remember." I gave her a quick hug before turning to Jenny.

I gave her a couple of brief kisses and played with her breasts for a few moments. That had me starting to be erect and firm. Jenny looked down at my cock, then sat on the bed and finished the process with her mouth.

"I'm sorry, we really are a bit rushed. Do you want to ask for a specific position?" I asked her. She instantly lay down on her back on the bed, legs spread, and said, "Come in. Please."

It wasn't really a quickie. I took a bit longer than that, and by the time I was really near, so was Jenny. We came together. Her arms around behind me pulled me down onto her hips, hard, as we came. When we were done, she kissed me once more, and said, "Phil, I love you. I'm sorry for everything. And thank you for being willing to take me back. Even a real quickie would have been better than what I've had lately, and—thank you for taking that much time." I kissed her, then pulled out and got off her. Sam provided washcloths, and we cleaned as best we could. The ten-minute warning had sounded while I was inside her, and the five-minute warning came about as we finished dressing. I kissed Jenny once more, then each of the others at slightly greater length. We went off to supper, checking me out with a minute or so to spare.

At supper, Jenny sat on my right, Ellen on my left with Sam on her other side. We mostly talked about issues from our study time. We were all well caught up on our work, Friday's assignments ready to hand in as well as Monday's, and good progress on others. Of course, Friday we would have more piled on, but we were doing well enough that this wasn't a problem.

We stopped by the lavatory and went back to Sam's room. We studied a while longer, and then Sam said, "OK, since next week is our periods, what is the plan for that?"

Jenny said, "Well, the last time we set up a schedule with, let's see, six of us, to give Phil oral sex in both study periods. He got relief, we all got entertainment. That was before sex ed week, of course, and no one slept with anyone. I propose that the three of us do that, at least once an afternoon or evening, and that Phil still sleeps with one of us. Some clothes staying on during the night. Or if that's going to be too frustrating, we all sleep alone. I think I want to have Phil in my bed, however frustrating that may be, but maybe I'm wrong. And Phil might find it too frustrating, too. This is something we all get a veto on, I think."

No one spoke up, so eventually I said, "Last time, by the end it was too much oral sex. I think I'm OK with it, but it will leave me going into the next week with no interest in anything except real sex."

Ellen said, "Count me in. It was frustrating, I really, really wanted the real thing, but it was much better than nothing in spite of leaving me horny. Sam, I guess it's up to you."

"I'm definitely in. If Phil is willing to stay with us nights, too, I really want that, and yes that will be frustrating. And Phil, sweetheart, if you decide during the week it's not OK, any part of it, then we change it."

Jenny said, kind of hesitantly, "The last time, when we were discussing it in the beginning. Um. The girls had discussed it earlier. When I was announcing it, I mean, and giving everyone the chance to opt out—" She looked at me kind of sidewise. "Everyone except Phil, I mean, and Phil, I was wrong to do that, and I'm sorry. But anyway, I started to say that if anyone wanted anal sex instead, I was sure Phil would be willing, and he shot me down on that. He said that he knew that would be something taught in sex ed week, and he'd managed to escape it in gym, and wasn't willing to do it then. He said that after that week, if he found he liked it at least OK, if anyone wanted to ask for it he'd consider it, but not before.

"OK, now, we've all done it. And Phil, I know you really don't like it much. But is it preferable to a week of nothing but blow jobs, to you I mean? And I mean occasionally. I don't know whether anyone would ask for it, anyway, but if someone wanted it, is that OK now?"

I thought for a few moments. "I won't rule it out, but no guarantee, either. And thank you for asking." Then I had another thought. "Is it OK for me to request it? You, whoever's turn it is, getting a veto, of course?"

Jenny said, "If we get a veto, why would we mind letting you ask?"

Ellen said, "If we're all definitely going to refuse, it's not nice to get his hopes up. Phil, with you, anything. I promise, if you want it enough to ask me, I'll say yes. You did it for me when you didn't want to, when I needed you to make it good, and it would be really ungrateful of me to say no. And it was good, in the end. In fact, if you really want it, and Sam or Jenny says no, I'll fill in." I can't tell you how wonderful I felt when she said all that.

Sam said, "So we're all on the same page, not just about next week but in general? I get Phil tonight, starting almost any minute, and Ellen tomorrow, Deedee and Ellen Saturday night, and then after a week we start with Jenny? Maybe someone gets a quickie before supper, depending?"

No one objected. Sam said, "Then Phil and I need to head for the lav and get ready for bed. Um. I hadn't thought of this, before. If either or both of you want to stick around until we've, um, had whatever we're going to before we sleep, maybe we should say that's OK. But it's my time with Phil, and you just leave quietly when we start trying to go to sleep."

Ellen stood up, and gave Sam and Jenny quick hugs, then came and kissed me. Long and lingering. "I'd rather get to bed early myself. You two take good care of each other. Jenny, Phil, are you running tomorrow? And Sam, too? I don't mean to leave you out."

Jenny said, "Yes. I'm sorry about this morning, but you don't know how glad I am that they were willing to let me in and talk, and that you figured out in time and came here." She looked like she was about to tear up again. "Thank you, all three of you, for letting me back in." She gave Sam a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then kissed me too. "Thank you for that quickie, too. I guess it will have to hold me for a week and a half or so." The two of them went out.

Sam checked that she had her key. "Do we need to go by your room first?"

I considered my clothes. "No. In the morning I'll need to think whether there is anything I should get."

"Would it be too much to ask if we could go over to the boys' lav? Seeing guys pee still turns me on a little, for some reason. And you're always over here, so I don't get a chance."

"Fine, except—you bring a change of clothes to my room now, too. Tomorrow we shower on that side."

"OK."

We made it back, eventually. Sam kissed me, enthusiastically, the instant the door was shut. "Phil, I love you more than anything. Thank you for being willing to bring Jenny back in. I know it still hurts, but if you hadn't it would have hurt me a lot to see her so unhappy. And I know you still love her, maybe more than you love me, so you would have been miserable too. I know how forgiving you are, but I also know it's hard, every time. You can't imagine how much it makes me love you."

We got ready for bed and got in. "I guess this is the last time like this, for me, for a long time," she told me. We didn't rush things one bit, even though the curfew signal had sounded before we finally settled down to sleep.

Revision: 5/3/2019