The Humper Game Pt. 04 Ch. 04

"But that time with Sam, I don't know if this got passed on in the gossip. I told her it was going to be really hard, and she told me she understood. And it turned out to be harder than I ever imagined. I couldn't even hold her like this. If I tried, a few seconds later I would discover I'd let go and stepped back. When we were partners in sex ed, I couldn't even get my cock to twitch that first day, and you know how beautiful and sexy Sam is. I hope this won't be that hard, but it won't be easy. Please remember that I'm not meaning or wanting to hold back anything at all. Whatever happens. However I fail you."

"Phil, I do understand that. I'm afraid that I have a question, and I've got to know the answer, so I have to ask. And it's probably going to hurt, because you're probably assuming one answer is obvious—one way or the other. I was moving my stuff out. We were heading toward sharing an apartment totally, and then I was assuming that all that was over. Am I still welcome to stay here? Despite how I treated you?"

"Of course you are. I know we were kind of moving slowly. Will you trust me enough to move the rest of your things up here, burn your bridges, and call the management company tomorrow or Thursday?"

"Phil, with you, anything. I'll try to keep that promise better, from here on out. And I should go down and get some things, tonight. Saturday, if not before, everything.

"And. Um. More questions, not as obvious. It's late for dinner, by now. Do you have something we can heat up or fix fast? Or should we call out for pizza or something? That's one. Second. Are we going running tomorrow? If you aren't willing, I'll stay home with you, but I hope we are. Third. Are you going to classes tomorrow? Is there anything at all I can do to help you with that? I'm sure there are more I should ask."

"One. I have what I was fixing last night, it's just in the fridge. I didn't eat much of it. There's certainly enough for tonight, and maybe enough for one more meal. Two. Ask me in the morning. I hope so. Three. I hope so. I meant what I said, though. I'm fresh out of motivation, and nothing seems to matter much. That's a lot better now that we're back on track, but, well, experience says it may take an unreasonable amount of time. If you can help hold me together and give me an occasional kick in the pants, it's likely to help even if I growl at you over it."

"Phil, I'm afraid I have one more question, and it's likely to be painful for both of us. No matter what the answer is. You know I'm in the middle of my period. I really want—I really need the comfort of being in bed with you and holding you. But especially after all this, I really want more than that. I know you don't really like oral sex, and anal sex even more.

"I'm pretty sure that's basically because you feel that you're being selfish, that the pleasure is all for you and somehow you're making me—or whatever woman—making me do it for your enjoyment. But I assure you, that's wrong. When I'm deprived of normal contact with you this way, just being able to bring you pleasure, to touch your cock and satisfy you, is a pleasure and a joy. But beyond that, anal sex is usually sexually arousing and satisfying in its own right. Even when it's uncomfortable too. Ever since the time you were patient enough to make it right.

"I'd like to ask that you let me give you oral sex once a day, probably morning would be best, and that you come in my ass once a day, probably at bedtime. Or a little before, as you'll want to shower and I will need extra time on the toilet afterward.

"OK, I promised you that I'm through saying no to you about sex. Period. And you asked, and I agreed, that means that I'll say yes to no sex as well, if that's your verdict. You get to make the decision. But I'm asking."

I was feeling an emotion of no-enthusiasm toward any arisement, but I knew how hard the nights during Ellen's period usually were for me, and how hard Sunday night had been. "Ellen, right now I'm not really up to making decisions. Any decisions. My impulse is to just say no, but we'll have to see."

"Can you start getting those leftovers heating if I go downstairs after stuff? I promise I'll be back soon."

"Go ahead."

She went out, and I got started heating the leftovers. When she came back with a second armload, I had food on the table, and we ate. I had overestimated how much would be left over again. Ellen ate more than I had expected, but I found myself very much hungrier than seemed reasonable. On the other hand, I realized, I'd eaten very little the night before, almost nothing that morning, and no lunch.

When we were done, Ellen told me just to sit and let her clean up. She put away the small leftover—and when were we ever going to use such a small portion?—and did the dishes. Then she came and sat down in my lap.

"I hope you're not going to push me off onto the floor," she told me, and she kissed me. "Phil, you already were entitled to anything you wanted from me, before all this. And now even more so. Please remember that. And I'll try to remember it, too." Her voice kind of quavered on the last bit. "If you wanted to—. No. I'd better not say that, you would feel insulted and hurt, and rightly so. Just—I won't demand—." And she burst into tears again. "Phil, I'm so sorry. I wish I'd listened to you last night. The way I should have. I hurt you so badly. I was hurt by what I saw, but if I had really trusted you the way I've promised, over and over, I would have listened and known you weren't lying. And I can't ever undo that. I'm so sorry. There was no excuse for me. And look at me now. You're the one with the right to cry, and you're having to comfort me." I held her until she ran down.

Finally, she said, "I'm good to go straight to bed without studying, one more night. How about you?"

"I don't think I have anything that matters hanging over me. Tomorrow I'm going to have to take time out to try to see my professors from today, in case they assigned anything, and to ask what they covered—in general terms. I don't care much, right now, but I need to do it anyway."

Ellen just hugged me for a long minute. She rubbed my cheek. She said, "I shaved this morning, but you didn't. I hope—I hope in the morning I show where you scratch me tonight. Please, let's go to bed now, Phil. My love. My only love."

I suddenly realized that I hadn't brushed my teeth since breakfast the day before. "Ellen, I'm sorry. My mouth must taste and smell like—like I don't know what. You should have said something."

"We had things that matter to talk about. You take first round in the bathroom, love. I'll wait." She suddenly laughed. "I'll wait with bated breath. Not really. But I've seen people who spell that 'b‑a‑i‑t‑e‑d,' and the image of some breath freshener that will lure someone into my clutches against his will always amuses me. I'll take your breath however it comes if I get to keep you, but we'll both be happier when you've cleaned your teeth."

So I used the toilet, and then called Ellen. "You can do your teeth while I do mine. No need to take turns on that." So we shared the sink. Then I left her and went off and got dressed for bed. I didn't think she took very long, but I was half asleep by the time she came to bed. She was wearing only her panties, and she stuck her nightgown under her pillow. She kissed me, long and pretty hard.

"Phil, I really mean it. If you tell me to, I'll put my nightgown on and try to go to sleep. But if you'll have sex with me, anything you like, I'll really be happy. I know you find the idea of normal sex even more disgusting than I do, this week, or I'd seriously ask for that in spite of my own feelings. But I'll just say once more, I really need something as reassurance or something. And then I'll do whatever you decide."

"You don't fight fair, presenting me with those," I told her, rubbing her breasts. She moaned a little. I kept fondling as I kissed her, then buried my face in them. I was aware that I must be scratching unpleasantly, but she moaned again. I sucked on one nipple and then the other, as her breathing got faster. And in a minute she came.

"Oh, Phil, I wasn't expecting that, but thank you. I mean it, I need you, just showing that you're still willing to keep me." She reached down and felt my cock through my pajamas. "Now what will you let me do for you?"

I felt kind of torn, but finally said, "Do you have that lube handy?"

She pulled a tube from somewhere under her pillow. She said, "I have a glove, too, but I'm kind of hoping you won't bother with a finger. Just go straight in. It's your call, though—always."

"Ellen, it's been a long time. Won't it hurt?"

"If it hurts a little, I can live with it, if I get you. You'll go slow, probably slower than I want, and if you don't that's fine too. Please. I really do want you. Now."

So I rolled her over and got the pillows arranged to put her ass up in the air. I put a gob on her anus, but didn't try to get it inside first. I lubricated my cock, and just pushed in, trying to go slowly enough. She gasped, and said, "Oh, Phil, it doesn't hurt at all. Please, enjoy yourself, enjoy me." As I thrust in and out, even where I was I could feel her orgasm building, and it washed over her. She moaned and writhed. I kept going, and came after a minute or two more.

I just lay there on her for a bit, but finally pulled out. She got out of bed and moved the pillows up to the head. She said, "I should go use the toilet, but you may as well come and get in the shower at the same time." So that's what we did.

When we got back to bed, she snuggled up to me with her arms around me, and that's how we went to sleep. She kissed me a couple of times, and said, "Phil, thank you. It's ridiculous that I get to enjoy that so much more than you do, but that's not why it meant so much to me. I love you."

This is the end of Part 4.

Part 5 finds Phil and Ellen putting their relationship back together, but complicated by requests from other people. It takes them through the end of their first term at the university.

Revision: 6/18/2019