The Humper Game Pt. 01 Ch. 05

"Scamp! Off with you! And your girls too." But she did stick her list under some other things, I noticed. "I expect that they're responsible for half the trouble I have with you, anyway."

Jenny put her game down on a table, and we all went off to collect what we wanted to eat. We gathered and started eating. It should be no surprise that the events in and around room 32 were the main topic of conversation, though there were a few veiled references to our own earlier game. I was very self-conscious about those.

We were very crowded in at our table, having taken chairs from some nearby tables so we could all sit together. Jim and Bill and a couple of other guys sat at a neighboring table, probably because there were already rumors and they hoped for more. We told them the little we knew, which at least was definite even though scanty. I doubted that any of the girls who had been in the hallway actually knew more, though.

Then again, the boys who grouped at the next table may have been there only because of all the girls at my table. I wouldn't know.

We finished eating and cleared the table, preparing to play Scrabble. Of course, the game is intended for four players, and there were seven of us. I said, "Ellen is my partner. The rest of you can choose your own, or we can draw for matches." Jenny stuck her tongue out at me but didn't say anything. It wound up with Jenny and Barbara, Claire and Moira, leaving Rosa by herself. Jim Dandy said, "Would you mind taking me for a partner, White?" to which she said, "I'd love it, as long as you'll call me Rosa," blushing very prettily. So those were the teams.

The boys who had sat at the next table mostly stayed to watch and heckle, and a lot of others, boys and girls both, wound up gathered around, seated or standing. Ellen and I lost the draw and were set to play last. The teams whispered among themselves, pointing at letters and trying to speak as cryptically as possible, which may even have caused some errors along the way. We also had to speak sternly, more than once, to the audience about not revealing our letters, and about not offering warnings or advice.

Barbara and Jenny looked for quite a while as though they were going to win. Claire and Moira, and Rosa and Jim, were a way behind, though pretty even with each other. Ellen and I couldn't seem to catch up with Jenny and Barbara. In the end, though, we did win.

All this took the whole time available. It had seemed as though we were going to have to quit with the game unfinished, but Ellen and I managed to go out with about ten or fifteen minutes to spare. We sure enjoyed it, and I was pretty sure the losers did as well. The audience had fun, too, especially telling us after a play what better moves we could have made with those very letters. And I hasten to say that Ellen was more responsible than I was for our win.

We all got back in, and checked in, before curfew. For me, it had been one of my most enjoyable days ever, despite my feeling that the girls might just be a little out of control.

Sunday morning Jenny and I went running as usual. The crowd was much smaller than during the week, but as I hadn't ever before run on Sunday, I didn't know whether there was a normal number, or perhaps even more than normal. Some of my girls had been out every day I had, since the beginning of the year, but weren't that day. Ellen and Rosa were both out.

We talked at breakfast, again a smaller group than usual. I regularly did come for breakfast on Sundays, so I knew this was in fact typical. We talked mostly about class things. I said that after supper that evening, I wanted to review material for the history test Monday and a few other things coming up. I wasn't the only one. Jenny said, "My room, OK?" When everyone agreed, she said, "Moira, Rosa, I'm really sorry, but unless someone else bows out there's just plain not enough room for you, tonight. I do wish there were, honestly. And I think tonight won't include studying biology."

I'm not going to describe the rest of Sunday in detail. In the afternoon, Rosa and I screwed as much as I was able, and I don't remember well enough to give a total count. In between times, we lay there together, and I explored her body thoroughly, telling her once again how cute her face was, just how beautiful her hair, head and pubic, was to me, and how wonderful she made me feel. I guess that means I told the watchers, too. I ate her pussy several times. More than once, she got me ready faster than I might have been able to manage, by stimulating me with mouth and hands, but I wouldn't let her take me all the way with it. I wanted to be inside her properly.

I was sure the other girls understood that I was being more verbal than usual because I was trying to build up Rosa's self-confidence, in her appearance especially. I knew they were all for that. And bless them all, if I was screwing one of them, they never interrupted with barbed comments. Occasional teasing aimed at me and my performance, yes, but never anything belittling, and I really didn't think for one moment that it was fear of being in the same situation sometime later. In a situation ripe for jealousy, they cared for each other. I was deeply in love with them all, trying to avoid saying those words but trying to show it.

Studying that evening, just the five of us, we just studied. Ellen used her headphones to block out most of the talk, as for the most part the rest of us were in the same classes or classes on the same schedule. She paid enough attention to hear when we were all stuck, and she interrupted her own work freely to help in those cases. I was continually amazed at how much more efficiently my studying went with all of us, even with occasional side discussions not related to studying.

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