The Humper Game Pt. 02 Ch. 18

"With Nancy, of course, she was turned on from the beginning, and he saw that and didn't question why. But you still went slow enough to make sure she was really ready, and it was really good for her. And he realized that you were going to be satisfied yourself, one way or another, but that you put satisfying them first. He said that he'd never thought of it that way before, but he suddenly realized that was the way it was supposed to work. He saw how happy they both were, too.

"So after we had been talking quite a while, I made up my mind. I said, tonight is really your last chance for sex for a week. Do you have a partner, or someone you're going to be with tonight? He looked surprised, which seems a little silly after I'd said you were busy with two other girls, but he said no. And then he suddenly realized what my next question was going to be, and you should have seen his face! So we agreed to meet after supper. I told him we'd all be sitting together, and I wanted to be there too, and he understood completely. He had friends to sit with, too, so we just set a time, and I went to his room for the night. And I did tell him we were showering together the next day, and that if we could get washed fast enough we would have a quickie or even a little more in the shower.

"So that night I was busy, and also after we ran. And he's not you, but he's a really close second. What is the matter with all these other girls? He apparently sleeps alone a lot, most of the time I think, and for sex he's so nice they should be mobbing him. If I didn't have lots and lots of other reasons to want you, I really might just ask him about being partners. In the shower it really was just a quickie, after we washed each other, he came in from behind, but, well, washing turned me on enough that I came anyway.

"And I wasn't going behind your back, Phil. But you were still mentally with Ellen and Deedee at supper—and good for you on that, they deserved it!—and you were busy this morning, and I had wound up so sleepy that I didn't want to talk about it before a nap, and you wanted a nap yourself."

"I know it wasn't behind my back. I'm glad you found someone nice, and enjoyed it. I hope he appreciated it as much.

"And both of you, too," I said to Jenny and Ellen. "I've felt guilty about both Jenny and Sam for a long time, on this. It's a little why what you said to me was so unfair, and hurt so much, Jenny. You felt I was demanding to screw all these other girls, and somehow making a snide remark when I said I hoped whoever you'd slept with was good for you. Yes, I'm asking, maybe demanding, time with not only each of you but some others. And the amount of that time is negotiable, but at least for now I insist on some. And if you love me so much that no one else will do at all, I guess that's the way it is. But if I'm out, um, never mind that—" No, not that metaphor. "If I'm out with someone, whether one of the others of you three or someone else entirely, by all means feel free to find someone else for the hour or the night! I hate not being able to satisfy you all and a few others at the same time.

"But don't hide it from me. If we need to renegotiate, tell me and we'll talk. If you decide someone else is partner material, and he has time and is willing, I'll be very disappointed and sad, but I won't say no. We're not in a position to demand that this be permanent or exclusive. OK?"

They all agreed. I knew each of them really wanted something permanent and at least reasonably exclusive, and I really did, too, for that matter. But just the existence of the game in gym made that impossible, and in a few months we would be scattered, we knew not where.

We discussed quickly, and agreed that night was Jenny's. Jenny and Ellen went off to get their class stuff, and we studied for a while, but again it was really just editing and polishing, with some review of where we were for the next couple of days. That took us to suppertime, so we stopped at the lavatory on the way out, collected food, and sat down. I let the girls sort out who was where, prepared to veto anything that didn't put Jenny at my side, but there was no need.

We just chatted idly as we ate, sometimes joining in other conversations around us. When we were done, we went to Jenny's room, with a detour for me to collect some clothes.

I wasn't sure what we were going to do. I was pretty sure no more studying I could do right then would do me any good when classes rolled around. Sex was out, both as entertainment and as a participatory sport.

Or so I thought, anyway. Someone else had different ideas. When we were all in there, Jenny said, "Here's the deal. We've got a little extra time. I thought we could kind of have a repeat of that little game we played one time."

"No," I said. Jenny looked very surprised, and then opened her mouth to say something. I cut her off. "Absolutely not. Twice was enough."

Sam said quietly, "Jenny, don't argue. I can see he means it. But Phil, really, we thought you'd enjoy it more than just one of us giving it to you. You tell us what you want."

I said, "I've been thinking about this a lot. Look. A month ago, and Sam, you weren't in this picture then, my girls—my harem if you like that term, since a bunch of people use it—basically set up a schedule to give me lots and lots of oral sex that week. And they did it. I think it was Jenny's idea, mostly, but in any case she and Ellen and the rest were in on it. And by the end, I was kind of sick of it. It's not that I didn't enjoy it, it's that it made me desperately miss something more. I love the sheer pleasure of sex, including that, as much as anyone, I think, but what really drives my desire isn't that, but the contact with you, or any of the others. Not physical contact, but friendship and affection and beyond. Maybe something spiritual, I don't know. And for me, for that, position matters, and my being able to arouse desire and satisfy it, to give pleasure that way. By the end, I was feeling tremendously guilty about always taking and never giving.

"So if I have anything to say about it—and I'd better!—we're going to do it differently this time. I don't know how I'll manage it this time, but, well, how did you two manage it last time? We're going to try to keep up some physical intimacy without anything really overtly sexual at all. Hugging and friendly kisses, I hope so. Sharing a bed, occasionally you sitting in my lap or something, I really hope so! One at a time in the lap, of course. But the sharing a bed, I'll keep my briefs on and you your panties, maybe more if it will help you, we'll snuggle a little, and sleep. If I can't sleep with you without sex first, I'd better go sleep in my own room by myself.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be springing this on you so suddenly. I'll happily listen to anything you find to say, but I really have spent a lot of time thinking about it. It's going to be hard for me. I can't say whether it will be harder for you than trying to suck on me twice a day or something, with kissing and some fondling, and never getting any real satisfaction yourself.

"Feel free to tell me to go back to my own room, if you can't stand it. It's only for a week. I know it wouldn't fly permanently, but I really hope it will for a week."

They all sat and stared at me for what felt like a really long time. Then Sam stood up and came and sat down in my lap. She put her arms around me, but didn't press herself against me.

"You said this would be allowed," she told me, looking very serious. "Phil, I'll agree to what you said, and I'll try my best to live with it, to make it work. We'll have to see, but I think I can. But you need to understand how it is for me. I don't know if it's exactly like this for Jenny and Ellen, this is me.

"Any time, I don't mean this week, I'm thinking about the last three weeks here, except maybe that awful first afternoon. Any time I've sucked on your cock to get you to come, I've loved doing it, because it's something you want or will enjoy, something I can give to you. And that matters first because I love you—I had realized before I came to ask for your forgiveness that I did—but yes, also because you've cared enough to try to be good to me, too. If not on that particular occasion—no, that's not right, even on those occasions you've at least kissed me and showed me you loved me. But I could always look forward to your trying to be as good to me, too. That afternoon when we were supposed to be practicing me giving you oral sex, you insisted on eating me too, in the middle of it.

"So I don't know whether just acting a little affectionate will be easier or harder than bringing you that kind of pleasure when anything you do for me like that is several days away. These two had to live with it, but they didn't have the possibility of you in their bed all night back then. I may wind up wishing you felt differently, we'll have to see, but thank you so much for the reasons you feel that way."

She gave me a brief hug and kissed me on the cheek, then got up. "That's my answer. Anything more has to come from you two." She went and sat back down.

Ellen stood up and then sat in my lap. "I'll go next. You're trying to be kind. It may make things harder, but I kind of doubt it. They'll be hard without any extra help. But what Sam said mostly goes for me, mutatis mutandis. I started falling in love with you that first day. I'd expected you to be kind and considerate and careful, but you went beyond my expectations. Then you felt you had to ask me for permission before even telling your friends that I'd thought it was good! You've always been so loving to me. Even then, when it was just a one-time encounter in gym class.

"This week, or same time next month, or whenever, if you want oral sex or anal sex, you let me know! But Sam's right, your reasons for wanting not to are, um, they're you, through and through, and I love you for them. I think I'm with you, if I give you oral sex once or twice a day or something for a week, and get no more from you than you're already promising, I'm going to feel it's too much, too much of something I'll happily do, but I'll be running dry on giving. If I can't stand it all week, we'll talk. And I know I can count on you to discuss it, if it comes to that."

Ellen hugged me, with a kiss on the lips, lingering only for a brief moment, before she got up and went back to sit on the bed. She looked at Jenny. "OK, it's up to you now," she said.

Jenny came and sat in my lap. She looked me straight in the face. "It may be harder for me. I feel like I just got you back, and by the skin of my teeth, and now I have to give you up for a week. But what they said is right. If it were my job to give you a blow job every day from now on, and I didn't get anything from you, I'd really resent it before too long. I may resent this, some, but you're going to be doing without everything I am, after all. But I don't know if I can stand it." And suddenly she was crying on my shoulder, not wracked by sobs, but crying quietly.

"Jenny, I love you," I said as I hugged her. "Remember what Ellen said. If you need to talk, I'll be available somehow. You may not be happy with what I say, but I'll listen and respond as best I can."

Her tears were running down, and she sat up. "I know. I love you, too, Phil. It's just—I just got you back."

That night was Jenny's, and it went surprisingly well. We were in bed very early, and we kissed just a little. I was in my briefs, she in her panties, no more. She rolled over, and I nestled against her with my arms around her, trying to keep from winding up with my hands on her breasts. She went to sleep very quickly. It took me a good deal longer, but I was still asleep much earlier than usual.

Of course, I had to go to the lavatory in the middle of the night. Jenny wasn't pleased, but she was resigned. We went down together, she in a robe, I still just in my briefs.

"You really should have put on shorts," she told me, looking at my crotch. "People won't know that's your idea, not mine."

"I wonder what they'll be expecting, when we shower in the morning?"

She laughed, and dropped my hand long enough to give me a hug.

Getting back to sleep was a little bit harder. She was very aware of my being very erect against her. But still, we did go to sleep.

Revision: 5/7/2019