The Humper Game Pt. 02 Ch. 15

"They made him, all the boys I mean, go back and forth between the girl's pussy and her ass, several times, on the excuse of getting more lubrication in there. That's bogus. It's nice if he goes in your pussy briefly before he goes in your ass, just for a moment, though. And he should lubricate his cock more, before he goes in the first time.

"He needs to go in really slow, too, a cock is a lot bigger than a finger. That's uncomfortable, too, and if he goes in too fast, or if there's not enough lubrication it will hurt, maybe an awful lot. Phil was careful and loving, he never hurt me at all, but uncomfortable, it was that, especially at first.

"But as I say, if the boy does all that right, enough lubrication and enough time, it's exciting. Arousing, it gets you hot and horny. And if he's careful and takes enough time, you may come. Jenny and I both did. I think we both used our hands up in front to help. But, well, for me, I'd way rather have Phil, who loves me, in my ass than anything I can do to myself with just my hands. It wasn't as good as what you both just had, but it was pretty good.

"And finally, when he's done, you've got all this liquid, the lubricant as well as what he spurts into you, inside your ass. You need to head for a toilet, pretty soon, and get it all out of there, or you'll have cramps and diarrhea sooner or later. Phil's instructor warned him, and he warned us. I think all the instructors were supposed to do that, and mine did, but some other girls' didn't. I heard later from girls who hadn't done that, so I can say for sure that it makes a difference whether you do it.

"They made us do one more thing, and we're all kind of mad about that. Phil's madder than Jenny and me, actually. They made him come out, and then the girl had to suck him until he was ready and then until he came in her mouth. That's ridiculous and degrading. I mean, if Phil really got a kick out of it, I'd do it any time he asked, because I love him so much and he treats me so well, but it would be totally for him. And he finds it offensive, too, and not only because he loves us. There really is no excuse for it.

"And it's not really part of it, but where we did it, there was a shower attached. And well, showering together can be pretty exciting, too, and a nice quickie there helps."

Heather said, "Thanks. I don't know why, but just the thought of it was exciting for me." She came over to me, and kissed me hard. "Maybe we can arrange for you to do it to me, and I'll see if the real thing lives up to my fantasies."

"Honestly, don't hold your breath. If Sam or Jenny really felt that way, I'd probably go along from time to time, but I'd worry about why they liked it. I think it's degrading to the woman, or whoever it's done to, myself. I've done it with a couple more girls, by request, but there was more behind that."

I kissed her again, though. In fact, I kissed each of them. Then I said, "You all may as well get dressed, now." I started getting dressed myself.

When we were all dressed, Miss Macgregor came over and kissed me again. "Thank you. I told you, I never expected to do any of that again, and that's twice now. I won't set you up with anyone else, but some of the girls probably will ask you on their own account, and you can accept or not as you choose."

I kissed her one more time, thanking her. But I checked the time, and it was heading toward curfew. I said as much. I knew Jenny had been keeping an eye on it. I knew we could have done what we did Friday night, but I also really needed more sleep.

Miss Macgregor escorted us back to the serving area. The cafeteria was deserted as we went through it. Ms. Miller was at the monitor's station. I asked the girls, "Which will it be tonight?" and they looked at each other.

Sam said, "Well, it's technically my turn, but we all need more sleep, I think. Jenny, do you want him? If not, he sleeps with me, emphasis on 'sleeps'."

"He's all yours for the night. But Phil, we do need to get up and go run in the morning."

"You're right. Sam, is that a deal-killer for tonight? I really can sleep with Jenny. I think. I'm sorry, Jenny, that really is for you to say, not me. Both of you, pretend I didn't say it. I'm sorry."

They both looked at me. "Sam, it's up to you," Jenny said. "If you're not running, why don't you get what extra sleep you can?"

Sam hugged Jenny, and then kissed me, pretty long and hard. "You take him. Give me one more chance to sleep in, please."

Ms. Miller said, "Make up your minds, girls. I need to get him checked in before curfew."

"He's with me," Jenny told her. Then she lowered her voice. "And by the way, a little birdie, a little girlie birdie, told me you had a wonderful time yesterday afternoon."

Ms. Miller spoke equally quietly. "I did. I hope Trescontraire isn't announcing it to the whole class, though."

"I think it was just us, as interested parties, and she was talking to us anyway, to set up a date with Phil. Which she got, and enjoyed a lot. I'll try to get a chance to ask her, though, since you feel that way. Thank you for making it good for Phil."

We all headed off, first to the lavatory, and then by Sam's room, where she and I kissed goodnight before she went in. Jenny and I went to her room.

Once we were inside, she kissed me thoroughly. "Once again, you've got me hot and you're going to leave me that way. Except yes, you didn't leave me unsatisfied last night after all. But you're going to tonight, hear? We both really, really do need the sleep!"

We cleaned our teeth and got undressed. She set her alarm. "If that wakes us, no quickie before running, either. I mean it. I love you, and you know I love sex with you, but I really do hope your bladder doesn't wake us up first."

I kissed her. I was starting to get interested, and she said, "You're insatiable. But if you don't just go to sleep, now, you can plan to sleep in your own room by yourself from now on, when it's my turn." She belied this a little by hugging me, body tight against mine, but I knew she meant it. Um, not the threat, but the intention to sleep that night. And I really was spent.

I gave her a peck on the lips, and told her, "You're still taking care of me. And I love you. I really will try just to go to sleep fast."

We got into bed. She turned away from me, and I nestled against her. My arms went around her. I cupped her breasts just for a moment, then moved down to her belly. She was already asleep when a series of sharp cries, from Claire's room, jerked me fully awake. They were not really unduly loud. I dropped off almost immediately after that.

My bladder did wake us Sunday morning, or rather, it woke me and I woke Jenny. But it was only ten minutes before her alarm would have gone off. She grumbled at me half-heartedly, but she really needed to pee, too. We were in the lavatory very briefly, including my wait for her. As Jenny was washing her hands, Claire and Jeff stumbled in. He was in his briefs, and she in a robe she hadn't bothered to tie shut, just holding it closed with her hand. Not all that well closed, either.

"You two need to learn to keep the noise down late at night," I told Claire sternly. "I was just about asleep. I should demand that you do something to make it up to me."

She smiled at me, and then pulled the front of her robe open and held it that way for a long five seconds or so. She pulled it shut again, and said, "Is that sufficient?"

I stepped up to her and hugged her, and gave her a big kiss. "We'll let it pass this time." I patted her on the behind through the robe.

Jenny gave her a brief hug, too. "I guess I was already asleep," she told her.

We walked back to her room holding hands. Her own robe was properly tied closed. In the room, she kissed me. "I won't even complain about your ogling another woman in my presence," she said. "I know you just had to prove to Jeff that she would do something like that. I'm so proud to be yours, partner, friend, lover, even one of many on the last two, and I don't begrudge Sam on the first."

We got busy shaving. We talked a little, but I found it really hard to do that and not cut myself. Jenny decided we really didn't have time for even a quickie, and I didn't argue. So again we found ourselves heading out to run a few minutes early, and again the monitors didn't complain or bat an eye.

The girls' wing monitor was, again, Miss Milliken. She stood up and gave me a hug, and wanted to kiss me, but I said, "I'm really sorry, but right now you're Miss Milliken, not Ginny, and I'm Morris. And I was warned that if I had any such, um, dalliance I should make sure to be very discreet. I'll unbend enough to say that I enjoyed it, a lot, and I know you did, and I trust you'll be over being sore very soon. And if we can do it discreetly enough, I'll discuss some kind of return engagement, if you like, but it won't at all soon. But thank you for even wanting to greet me with a kiss this morning." I hesitated. "What time do you have to be here, mornings? And is that somehow due to your transfer over here?"

She smiled at me, big, so apparently she didn't feel I was going all cold on her after having my way with her, so to speak. "I'm here from 4:00 through 8:00, and I have kitchen or housekeeping shifts later, too. And yes, that's why I don't get much sleep. Someone has to be here, though. And by the way, I really would like to discuss an encore with you, when we can do it discreetly. You'll see me serving, sometimes, so when you're ready, say something. And if you keep getting up at this beastly hour, you'll have plenty of chance here, too."

As we headed for the outside door, Jenny looked at me. "Miss Macgregor said, if I understood her, that someone like her could slip into your room some night. I'm not sure whether I should discourage you so that you can get some sleep, or encourage you so that Sam and I can get some sleep. But either way, you were really good to her—you always are to everyone—and so you've got another one for your list."

We went out, not more than a couple of minutes early this time. We stretched quickly, and started running. Jenny set a fast pace, by our standards. "We need to get back to weights, too, but not today. Maybe tomorrow." We ran and talked, but without discussing it we stopped when we probably could have squeezed in one more lap. "You'd better be planning at least a quickie in the shower," she told me.

"I am." We grabbed what we needed. I needed to swing by my own room for some clean clothes, as well as class materials to study, when we went out to breakfast.

Our shower was pretty minimal in terms of washing. I took her up against the wall, again, and Jenny managed to come twice before I did. That is, I managed to last through her first. So we were both feeling a little less deprived when we went out for breakfast. We were early enough that I did swing by my own room, in the boys' wing, and bring back clothes and my study materials, and Jenny took the clothes to her room, or maybe Sam's, before the signal for serving. I hurried through collecting food, paying more attention to portion sizes I was being given. A whole extra Belgian waffle, for one. And I found that one of the toppings the waffles came with, for me, was ice cream, and I had no idea how that was managed. I was pretty sure no one else got that. Yummy, but if I didn't watch out I would be too fat to run.

Sam was there for breakfast, looking fresher than Jenny looked and I felt. I pulled her into my lap and kissed her, before I started eating. She looked as yummy as the ice cream, to me.

We stayed in the cafeteria to study. There were a lot of others doing the same. Studying with your partner had apparently become popular. We managed to find a fairly isolated table. We did study, very productively as it happened, but we spent some time discussing the problem of sleep.

We agreed that, barring unforeseen demands on our time, we were going to get ready for bed an hour before curfew—when it was the three of us, anyway. This would cut time out of the after-supper study period, and we might not be able to keep it up. We wanted to be able to keep up occasional extra-curricular activities, me with either one of them, or with our study partners, or occasionally with some extras—from my list, basically. We agreed that we would all be open to nights with no sex, and that if this proved too difficult with physical proximity, I would sleep in my own room by myself, when necessary. None of us wanted that—we all treasured just sleeping together, sex or no sex—but we agreed on it anyway. We agreed that if I had overnights with others from my list, and we all thought I should sometimes, my sleep was my responsibility then, but that I should let the girls go to bed early on those occasions, not waiting for curfew. And we agreed that we would try to make sure that our closer friends, at least, all knew we were going to be aiming for our own curfew, in effect.

That Sunday, we all three got assignments wrapped up through Wednesday. Of course, we would get more, but we thought this was pretty amazing.

At lunch, we did tell our friends who were sitting with us about our plans for our new daily schedule. Everyone who was seriously partnered was struggling with the same problem we were, too few hours in the day—and night. It wasn't as if we hadn't previously had enough to keep us very busy, and it wasn't as if we hadn't had a little time for extra-curricular activities—other ones—before the gym game and before our hands-on sex ed class. But earlier extra-curricular activities could mostly be relegated to odd hours on the weekends or after studying was wrapped up. I wasn't the only one finding that the relationship of being partners wouldn't work that way.

Had it been merely a matter of a quickie every day or two, that might have been handled the same way, and some people apparently could keep things at that level. But a lot of us wanted something more and different. I know my two and I did. The sex had been the doorway into something more important, and we would rather limit the sex, a lot, than lose that.

In my case, I had twice as much need for time for relationship as well as sex. And along with a good number of others, I had more than just my partners wanting a piece of my time, a few just for sex but most for a relationship beyond that. If Jenny and Sam hadn't been the kind of girls they were, I would have had screaming fights and jealousy taking my time, too.

As lunch was wrapping up, Barbara Wilson came up, with Nancy in tow as usual, to ask for a little time that afternoon. To talk, she made clear. Jenny and Sam and I collected dishes to take back, and we all went to Barbara's room as soon as the signal sounded to make me legal.

Barbara gave me a hug as soon as we got in. "Mostly, I wanted to tell you where some things are with me, because you've made it plain you care. It involves something you said Wednesday. You know, I told you I'd like an occasional time with you, that I thought it would help me, um, be ready at some points in the future, if sex with some man or other seemed appropriate or even necessary, so I could at least relax and enjoy it. And then, well, you know I enjoyed it with you, maybe even as much as other girls do.

"I think it's not that I think of boys, even you, the way I do girls. But you, well, after you were so nice to me the first time, and especially after the second time, well, when I think about you I get a little bit of a thrill. I think it's still going to be girls that normally turn me on, but you in particular probably will, too, any time. And that's why when you caught me I was ready from the start. The moment you were chosen as my partner I started looking forward to it. And you made it wonderful again.

"That's really all I had to say. Except thank you, and, again, when you get your list working keep me on it, please."

I thought a moment. "The more I look at how I'm going to do this, the less I see any way to do it and keep it at all even. I think my list is going to serve more as a reminder so I just don't forget anyone completely than any real scheduling tool. But I need information now. The last time Jenny and Sam set things up with you for me, Jenny gave me a go with you when she was expecting one, and then Nancy got the night from Sam. And I'm still just beginning to figure out how nights can work, because we all, all of us with regular partners anyway, are finding that the nights are too short for sex and enough sleep both. But I really, really am hoping I can make it work for nights with someone, getting to bed early enough for sex, and a quickie either before we run or in the shower, maybe both. Usually Jenny and Sam, but maybe once or twice a week with someone else.

"Barbara, you're a special case. You've said you'd like sex, with me, sometimes. Is sex, then this guy in your bed all night, and some kind of quickie or quickies in the morning something you'd want? Or is just an occasional hour during the afternoon or early evening, or on a weekend, is that more what you want?"

"That's an easy one. Even if the sex part weren't turning out to be so good, having someone, someone I feel about the way I do you, there to be with me all night sounds like heaven. Even with these ridiculously small beds. Add in some amount of what's likely to be really good sex, and I'm going to start thinking how to kidnap you so you're there every night! Please put me in that part of the list!

"I never would have expected this, but Phil, I'm in love with you, too. Probably not as much as these two and some others, OK. But it's not this boy, who happens to be Phil. It's Phil, who is wonderful but happens to be a boy.

"And I promised you I wouldn't take much of your time, and look at me. You guys get going. Have a really great afternoon and night, whichever of you it is, but still get enough sleep." She had a really big smile as she said that. "If it works out a lot better for you, I'll share nights with Nancy, but I really would like my own. And I think she'll say the same. And I think I need to shut up." She and Nancy both gave the girls hugs and kisses on the cheek, and me slightly longer hugs and kisses on the mouth.

We went back to Jenny's room and worked hard. As I told you, we wrapped up assignments through Wednesday, and we read and thought ahead for most of our classes. That can turn out to be wasted work, or sometimes the most valuable thing you do.

As agreed, we stopped early, visited the lavatory, and I made sure I had clothes and stuff I would need for class in Sam's room, and we checked me out of Jenny's room and in to Sam's, with the monitor, all of this by an hour before curfew. I was pretty sure Jenny hadn't had opportunity to run down Jim or anyone else, as I kissed her goodnight before Sam and I went into her room.

Sam was feeling fresher than I was, but she was going to run when Jenny and I did. We decided on a quickie to put us to sleep, and we did keep it quick, but Sam somehow managed to come too.

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